Modern Poems by Grandma Bing Xin 1 Successful Flowers
The flower of success,
People only admire her talent now!
However, at the beginning, her bud,
Soaked with tears of struggle,
The blood rain of sacrifice is scattered everywhere.
Green shoots
Green shoots,
The young man said:
"Develop yourself!"
Pale white flowers,
The young man said:
"Contribute yourself!"
Deep red fruit,
The young man said:
"Sacrifice yourself!"
Grandma Bing Xin's modern poem 2 "Dawn"
Yan Jing's world, brilliant world-
It's dawn. Who feels I'm awake?
God, in your quiet light,
I have peace of mind, I have peace of mind.
I want to eulogize.
Attention, you should wake up.
Get up and praise the Lord.
Chin, chin, it's time to wake up.
Get up and praise the Lord.
At dawn,
Who feels I'm awake? Amen.
Grandma Bing Xin's modern poem 3 "Morning"
Guang Xiao collapsed,
It's very bright at customs.
My heart is like a bird flying in the wind.
Fly over the horizon, fly to the North Pole,
The horizon and the sea are full of your love.
Jesus Christ. Your love follows me,
Your fingers lead me,
Your right hand will support me,
My heart is like a bird flying in the wind.
Flying high in the wind is inseparable from infinite love. Amen.
Grandma Bing Xin's modern poem 4 "Who Is He"
The cream is running out.
There is only a circle of shadows left.
The branch is hurt,
There were only a few groans left,
Blow out those that don't shine,
If it doesn't bloom, break it.
Jesus Christ.
"The injured reed, he didn't break.
He won't blow out the broken lamp. "
Our light-his love,
Never ending, amen.
Grandma Bing Xin's modern poem 5 "Dusk"
Jesus Christ.
Infinite wisdom,
Infinite mystery,
Who knows?
Is that me? Is that him?
Neither,
Except that you showed him out of the light,
Jesus Christ.
Show me in the light,
It also shows the infinite him in the universe, amen.
Grandma Bing Xin's Modern Poem 6 Midnight
Jesus Christ. You arranged this silent world.
Under the starlight, the sound of leaves
I heard what you said.
Where are you, where is the universe, and where are people?
God is the god of love,
The universe is the universe of love.
Is anybody there?
Jesus Christ. I thank you,
Because you taught me, amen.
Grandma Bing Xin's modern poem 7 "Dusk"
Jesus Christ.
Infinite wisdom,
Infinite mystery,
Who knows?
Is that me? Is that him?
Neither,
Except that you showed him out of the light,
Jesus Christ.
Show me in the light,
It also shows the infinite him in the universe, amen.
Grandma Bing Xin's modern poem 8 "Dusk"
In the paradise of light:
The flowers are blooming,
Birds are singing,
The fountain of life gurgles,
The sun went down slowly,
Draw a afterglow diagram—
Is it to shake hands with everything?
Is it a farewell song?
A cool breeze is blowing,
In the light and shadow,
The creator of the universe,
He walked slowly in the garden.
Lord!
Did you create them to praise you?
Yes, in praise of him,
Praise him.
He is in the past, present and forever. Amen.
Grandma Bing Xin's Modern Poetry 9 Paper Boat
I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper,
Keep it forever
Keep it,
Folding into a very small boat,
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I am still not discouraged, folding every day,
I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go.
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason.
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wanshui Qian Shan, please ask him to come back with her love and sorrow!
Grandma Bing Xin's modern poem 10 "Welcome to the Divine Comedy"
On the platform-light the stars and bow your head in the darkness.
Q: "Where did it come from?
Where are you going?
In this world without parties, how can all beings return to their homes? "The shadow of emptiness falls, and everything is silent, vaguely emerging: it is a treasure-covered pearl building, and it is a golden statue." Just to ask,' Where are you from? "Where to?"
In this rotating world, all beings have no way to return! "
"The road to the world is the way home. The way home is also a road. "