A poem praising women on March 8th Women's Day: Fan's frozen heart.
Smart, full of artistic reverie
trend of thoughts
In this season that belongs to us, it begins to bloom!
Along the consciousness
The wind blows the chapter of history.
Take away my curiosity.
The vivid characters attracted my attention.
Zhaojun went to the fortress and Meng Jiangnv went to find her husband.
Mulan joined the army, Empress Wu Zetian and heroine Redjade.
Ban Jieyu, a talented woman. Zhu Qingzhao?
Millennium fragrance remains on rice paper!
Women are like flowers.
Gently shake off a pool of fragrance with your soul.
Women are poetic.
Infiltrate your dry heart, lasting appeal.
Woman ruocha
Bitter and quiet, heart, lungs, lips and teeth are fragrant.
Women are wine.
Various customs urge the hero to bend over and stare.
Women let go of maternal kindness.
The fire of life is burning and singing.
A woman's courage and heart
Numerous women's flowers have blossomed throughout the ages.
Women dance lightly with jade fingers.
How many waves of love have been aroused
I want to say too much.
Are women gods, souls or spirits?
Interpretation is perfect, wonderful and sad!
Ode to women's day on March 8: Fan Wener, a woman
Beauty or ugliness.
Whether educated or rural women.
It also reflects a blue sky.
The beautiful name is mother.
Life comes from mother.
A new life.
Be pregnant in October and give birth once.
Mother endured the pain of pregnancy.
Labor Pains
Because she is a mother.
Wings shining with light
Support the reincarnation of the other half.
While sketching out your lifestyle.
At the same time, it is pregnant with the hope of tomorrow.
Take on the heavy responsibility of reproducing.
Promoted the development of the whole human history.
Bear the hardships of raising offspring
A poem praising women, March 8 Women's Day, Fan Wensan, is Mother's Day.
Today is wife's day.
This is a sister's festival.
This is my daughter's holiday.
This is a festival for women all over the world.
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Every March.
On this day every year.
When the spring breeze blows the green earth again
When the spring thunder explodes again, it stuns.
You step on the melody of Haruka.
You are stepping on the green spring scenery.
Charming, leisurely.
So have a nice day.
Shake the willows with the wind and behave in all directions.
Swaying in every corner of the world
Blooming with the glory of female pride.
It is you who use hard-working and intelligent hands.
Hold up the colorful blue sky
Write a passionate song of the earth
Infinite maternal love
Like wisps of quiet smoke.
Like a beautiful and magical ink painting.
Let the world be full of beauty, hope and warmth.
Spring returns to the earth, and my eyes are full of blessings.
Gentle and gentle, turn to the spring waltz.
Be immersed in love and sing the song of spring.
The love between heaven and earth is like a river with a long history.
A poem praising women. On Women's Day, Fan sat quietly on a flower and blended with the book.
She was absorbed in her book and opened countless forgetful black eyes.
How beautiful and quiet! those years
I grew up healthily in the scenery, she read softly, making waves in the air.
Love wave
Smell the homesick sea!
This bending posture makes the sun bend on the ground;
Such snow-white hair makes every winter pure and beautiful.
Old mother! Longer than my reading life! Sitting quietly in the chill of early spring
The waves decorate my years layer by layer.
When I was a student at sea, I wrote a magnificent poem.
Waiting for you to read!
A river of youth suddenly flowed away.
Mom! I stopped by a blue sky, and my bike leaned against the sun.
Underwater blue sky and deep water: boundless clouds
At this time, there are wandering clouds everywhere
Flowers bloom in my life.
This place is messy and beautiful! I drank the waves and rode away on my bike, the wheels rolling.
I'm far away from you ―― I've completely disappeared!
Leave my body next to an endless blue.
The rest of my poems record the blooming and blooming of life-
I was left to live and work in the mountains and rivers.
I can only live in my mother's poems.
Live melancholy, sing songs and be full of hope.
Fan said in a poem praising women on Women's Day that women are like flowers, and have seen all the flowers bloom and fall.
In my eyes, there is no more beautiful flower in this world than a woman's smiling face.
Not every woman has a beautiful face, but every woman can have a happy heart and a smiling face.
The woman who came in March,
Like a blooming rose, it gently played the most beautiful hymn in the world.
Flying hope on the earth that wakes up in spring,
As bright as spring breeze, as bright as sunshine.
The woman who came in March,
Walking with feminine charm, quietly blooming from the strong will of ice and snow;
With the moist and warm nature of the spring breeze, we can accumulate strength from the tough bones and muscles cast by the storm.
Yes, spring is a kind of power, which makes the heat of coal glow in constant cultivation and improvement;
Yes, spring is a kind of power, which makes the water source flow with charming fragrance between the rhythm of labor and life.
This is one of the warmest and most unusual moments in countless spring mornings;
We held our breath and sang loudly with the medal of selfless dedication given by years.
This is one of the most lyrical moments in countless beautiful spring days;
You can dance your heart lightly with Sophora japonica as charming snowflakes, and let your youth fly proudly.
We walked leisurely from March, making the breeze jealous of our peach-faced appearance;
Just like in the rose garden. Although delicate and fragrant, I can vaguely hear sonorous words and passionate laughter.
Look, this is a beautiful city, we are the most beautiful women's flowers;
Look, this is March, holding out the wisdom as calm as water with both hands and becoming a Wang Yang.
The woman who came in March is as quiet as porcelain and as calm as chrysanthemum;
The woman who came from March is as quiet and light as smoke and as smooth and unrestrained as a song.
The woman who came in March is picturesque;
Women who come in March are as fragrant as tea and as mellow as wine.
The woman who came in March, like a touch of white lotus, is pure and elegant and slim;
The woman who came from March, like a dense and delicate ancient banyan tree, looked at the troubles in the world and listened to the thunder.
Women in March never skimp on dedication, to the country, to the society, to the cause and to the neighborhood;
Women in March never skimp on investment, for family, for relatives and friends, for children and for ideals.
Women in March not only decorate other people's scenery, but also decorate their dreams.
I also want to keep it this March. What a beautiful March! Happiness is everywhere. There is a bright thing in my heart, a puzzling throb. Very warm and comfortable.
Today, we sing for the women in March and applaud the new women in the new era.
Poems praising women on March 8th, 2008: model essay, six square inches of land, seal cutting life.
You are not as conspicuous as the toll collector.
No road official is mighty and chic.
You are a heart soaring in the blue sky.
An eagle that can't step out of the box.
Road condition monitoring
Keep your eyes on the screen
Abnormal road conditions and facilities
If your orders are firm.
audit fee
You are the center.
Contact the operation of the whole toll line
Between drivers and drivers
You are a rainbow.
The voice of wisdom sets up the sun of the soul.
Sow sunshine
Your stage is one square inch.
Chair screen your world
Winter goes and spring comes, sunrise and sunset.
You turn ordinary into morning glow and sunset.
Link destiny with peace and norms.
Sprinkle youth on loyalty and rigor
Just for your eternal regret
There are also women's feelings that silently contribute to high speed.
Who is the poem model praising women on March 8 th Women's Day? She sings with a country machine in the early morning.
Who lights all the lights in Fengcheng at night?
Who is it, crossing the Fuyang River and still trudging?
Who is it that walks through every village and is still so persistent?
who is it? Sweat shines with stars all over the sky.
Who watered the colorful flowers on the ancient river?
It's me, an ordinary electric worker.
It's me, the silent power worker.
We exchanged sincerity for the lights of the quiet countryside.
We exchange service for the neon of the city.
We exchanged our dedication for the cool summer breeze.
We get the warmth of spring in the cold winter with sincerity.
A woman is like a flower, a bird and a beautiful poem.
Women are like a cloud, a piece of rain and a piece of snow.
Women, in their respective posts, are telling colorful stories.
Women hold up half the sky in the big family of electric power.
We are the 95598 customer service operator.
We are called elegant and intellectual mysterious power people.
Because, customers will not easily see us.
We are the window of spiritual communication.
We are propagandists and executors of the image of power.
Just because I say hello to countless customers every day!
Keep the grievances to yourself and return them to customers with a smile.
There are no wrong customers, only wrong services.
Like a beautiful scenery, weaving a flower of service.
Just like a colorful bond, it builds a bridge of infinite communication.
We, the female workers in the substation, are the patrons of the equipment.
We, in our ordinary posts, contribute silently and shed youth and sweat.
We should not only do a good job in daily switching operations, but also formulate strict and scientific rules and regulations.
We should also carefully monitor the equipment and deal with accidents.
How many times in the storm, we rushed to the front line without hesitation and operated skillfully.
How many hot summer days, we were on the patrol line and our clothes were soaked with sweat.
How many holidays, we are in the silent substation.
With persistent persistence, I got the lights of 100,000 families in Qian Qian.
We women workers in the dispatching room are the guarantors of the safe operation of the county power grid.
We, full of vigor and vitality, are conscientious and do everything with our heart.
We, pay attention to, be brave in innovation, and conscientiously complete every task.
We regard work as a wonderful experience to enjoy life.
We, with our work, have added many dazzling colors to ordinary life.
This is our ordinary electric worker.
This is our great electric worker.
I am proud to have such a woman worker.
I am very happy to provide such a superior display platform for enterprises.
I am deeply grateful to have such a career.
Come on, the heroine of Handan Electric Power.
Let's hold our heads high in the mountains.
Let's open the grassland.
Let's walk along the steps by the river.
Let's spread the wings of the eagle.
Write a poem worthy of yourself and the times.
Sing a magnificent song that resounds through Zhao Yan.
A poem praising women on March 8th Women's Day: Fan Wenba opened her newborn eyes for the first time.
The first thing I saw was the incomparable holiness of my mother.
Love eyes and tears of joy?
Staring at you without blinking an eye.
Your hazy and ignorant heart beats instinctively
But I can't express my feelings, just dancing around.
Worried about you? I can't help crying loudly.
After many days and nights of cultivation
Sit up straight at last, your little body.
After adjusting EQ and IQ
Never wait, shout out life.
The most precious first sound? mother
This is the most touching original moral.
No matter how many languages there are in the world.
Only this cry is absolutely the same.
No music, no poetry.
It can be more touching than this.
A poem praising women on March 8th: Fan Wenjiu's mother is a big tree.
I am a grass,
The wind is coming,
She stood in my way,
Rain is coming,
She covered for me.
Mom is sunshine,
Keep me warm,
Mom is a ballad,
Put me to sleep,
My mother loves me the most,
My favorite is my mother,
Mom is a palm,
I am the baby in my mother's hand!
On March 8th Women's Day, a poem praising women did not look back.
You left in a hurry.
Chase that train
Behind him, there is time that can't be left.
And its long lower yinxian.
Only in this way
That's what life says.
Only in this way
You said helplessly
continue
Endless anxiety on the face
Carved by years.
Wrinkles are like a person's epitaph.
unforgettable
Time, a rogue, not only shows your photos to the public.
I cann't believe I didn't forget
Take what you hold on to.
Water in the body
You hide in front of the mirror more and more.
Peeping? Bags under eyes. A drooping mouth
Air-dried breasts protrude from the abdomen.
You start to avoid those budding buds.
Somehow hostile to them.
In the corner, after they passed by.
The return of your infinite attachment
Then, with a heavy sigh.
Before the end of the day
Have not forgotten
Give yourself a valium.
And then comfortably return to the darkness.
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