Poems about Girls' Day 1. Ask for advice on the poems after the postcards of Girls' Day.
previous ages
Flowers bloom in this life, I wish I were.
inferior
/experience light and darkness/not for this life
At this moment/just for eternity with you//
I would like to be in the hands of a bodhisattva
/I recite the Millennium/I don't ask you in this life/I just want to fall in love with you in this life//I hope so.
Spiders/meals/knots in the sun
A thousand layers/not looking back at you for this life/just being with you.
Tangle//I would like to be a grass under Bodhi/experience all kinds of experiences of all beings/at your feet/close to the ground/not in the same boat with you in this life/just for energy.
And sleep//past lives.
/Just for a flower in this life/If you go far/I'd like to be a wormwood stick under your fingertips/Let you go to the cape.
/I will still be with you at the end of the world//One of my old works, I hope it will help you. Hey hey.
2. What are the poems about girls on Girls' Day on March 7th?
Huayang's poems are like flowers, and no one regrets them. Throwing it on the side of the road seems heartless, but it is full of affection. It was she who was injured, euphemistically confused, trying to open her mouth but closing it tightly. To go with the wind, to find a loved one, but also by the relentless call of the oriole. I don't hate this kind of flowers falling completely, but I hate the West Garden, which is full of withered flowers. Where are the traces of falling flowers after the rain in the morning? Drift into the pool and become a pool of duckweed. If the spring scenery is divided into three parts, two of them become dust, and the other part disappears when it falls into the water. Fine, it seems that it is not easy, it is a crystal tear. On the night of January last year, the flower market was brightly lit. On the moon, the willow shoots open, and people are about after dusk. On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. See last year, tears Man Chun shirt sleeve.
On this day last year, in this door,
Peach blossoms set each other off in red.
People don't know where to go,
Peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.
3. Girls' Day requires a poem for girls, which can be read for about 3 or 4 minutes.
It is still thin in the cold, and the sleeves are fragrant.
Zhu Guanjin chatted all day and casually complained that Yongxian was still behind. Lv Nv dances on the boat and Chan Juan dances on the moon.
In the evening, the warbler is silent, The tree shadow is blue. ................................................................................................................................................... ........................ teenagers are tired, and ............................................................................ Fengge's married son is happy in Mingke. Your husband is in charge of this. ..........................
4. Are there any poems suitable for girls' day recitation?
You are spring.
The Great Escape
Dusk. Before dusk.
A few burning lilies
Close the distance between cold and hot.
Metasequoia straight forest. have no way out
Preserve the sacred feathers of crows
Carrying a hundred poems has long been moldy.
Prepare for the great escape.
Just take the first step and then invest.
Your heart. Thereby realizing.
No climax ending
This summer. In a hurry
I left in a hurry this summer.
After several heavy rains.
I panicked and took a curtain call. Just like we did.
At night, the rainstorm began to roar.
One leaf died and two leaves were seriously injured.
Three leaves are missing.
I sat in the dark clouds. Look anxious
The planned lightning struck the left eye.
Since then, the world has become blurred.
You are spring.
An old and young story. carry
The unyielding sharp knife and the gentle journey of cotton
During my exile, I felt the power of time.
Butterfly wings are not more beautiful than spring dreams.
But it has an earth-shattering domineering. dream
Become a little evil. Thorn bird, the time of a song
Enough to ruin a person's life.
It took me twenty years to swim across a swift and dark river.
Sorrow is like an urgent cry for help, fast and unrestrained.
I don't know whether to stay or move on.
Unbearable fate is a disguised dislocation.
Looking back, I find that you are spring.
After the spring rain
I was writing a poem for you yesterday.
Give it to fireflies on a starry night.
The lost princess took comfort from a stone.
The moonlight scattered like her sad eyes.
Give artificial respiration to a drowning butterfly. or
Straighten a small crooked tree.
This is the reason that has always touched you.
A book of poems stuffed in the soil. In the spring rain
After that, pieces of acacia flowers bloom.
A morning without dawn
Dimming sunshine. The class refuted the fallen leaves.
My love is stuck in the window lattice of years.
Time has blurred our weak past ever since.
Who cares about the ancient distance in the city?
A tearful flower. Treasure your diary.
I thought there would be a purple dress on the moon.
This is to hold the branch to death. 500 years old
Waiting for you to turn around unintentionally.