Poetry with the theme of life

Poetry with the theme of life 1 has been in the boudoir for a long time.

How can I see such spring scenery?

I don't know the beauty of autumn.

Just enjoy.

Pomegranate flowers are as red as fire

Which level?

The wind blew violently and scratched the dragon's tongue.

Only envy him.

Business is booming and financial resources are abundant.

Where did you get it?

Rollover in front of the mountain

Ah! Magnificent red building and green tiles

Ah! Bright blue hall tile house

In an instant: the ruins of spring dreams break the galaxy

Just sigh

Cactus can withstand the high temperature of the sun.

see

Thousands of miles of yellow wind swept the desert.

Only desire

This Haicheng is picturesque.

But I can smell it.

The fishing boat sank into the river, singing and crying.

Ah! The voice of a crying cuckoo.

Ah! Endless soft shoulders rustle.

I can't finish it: my family is ruined, and I worship Wei Buddha.

Read it only.

Quality education brings great achievements and a train.

Almost unaware

On the wooden bridge, there are bustling moths.

Look at him.

The career of being number one is over.

Which idea?

Fan Jinkong came back to life.

Ah! There are endless cases in my mind.

Ah! Not enough talk. There are many wounds in the exam.

Unfinished feelings: who did you tell?

Life is a worrying slope.

Life is a burning fire.

Life is a bitter medicine.

Life is a pot with a gap.

Come into life, ah! Into life ...

Poetry 2 with the theme of life rang.

The machine stopped roaring.

The assembly line began to rest.

The punch card machine began to buzz busily.

On the way to the canteen

The crowd is surging.

White, gray and blue.

of course

Blue is the eternal scenery.

A simple long table

White snack box

Full of longing for a day.

The most delicious dinner.

You can enjoy it now.

Wolf down.

Laughter comes and goes.

the affairs of state

household chores

You can spray rice grains.

pour forth

fast

A messy lunch box

Became the protagonist of the canteen

The smell of food in the air

Still widespread

Lively jokes.

It seems to be floating on the roof.

only

People are scattered.

The lights are starting to come on.

Crowded dormitory

With a little warmth

Maybe it's a day's fatigue

You can release it here.

The crescent moon rises quietly.

Quietly pour Yin Hui

late night

sleep

Poetry with the theme of life. A photo album successfully picked up the years.

Skipped for many years

Now when I look at it,

Only to find that we have already faced the camera.

But never dare to really face yourself.

I can't remember that beautiful smile.

Who is amused by what?

So empty and hypocritical.

Ups and downs always move forward.

After the pain, I was too numb to look back.

Hold your head high

Stop worrying about gains and losses.

Don't chase hard

Happiness unexpectedly reaches the chest.

At this moment, I buried my joy in my heart.

Like a full and ripe fruit.

Big hands that are strong because of life

Plant on fertile land

How fair

My happiness is in my heart.

As long as you want

I can hear it coming out of the ground.

I can see its thriving life.

An old man is walking in the morning song.

Young people who study after lunch

A sleeping baby in the cradle.

Take off your summer clothes at sunset and take a cold bath in the mountain spring.

In the bright moon around the earth's hemisphere, I threw myself into the arms of endless love.

Everything is decorating your moving picture.

A flash in the pan is a kind of beauty beyond words.

But your beauty is presented at will with all your imagination.

How can I deal with you most satisfactorily and comfortably?

Perhaps, only put yourself under house arrest in your own imagination.

Don't do anything. Write down your imagination.

Let fun and emotion become so elegant and noble.

Life Poetry 4 Meniscus

Bend out of the harbor of life

Walk into this crooked harbor

Listen to the sleep of the earth

Stepping on the moonlight like water

Sleepy mood

Enjoy the hazy softness.

Quiet mountains in the harbor.

It smells like a bumper harvest.

A brisk and powerful pace

Put the tranquility and fragrance of the countryside

Put it in the bag on your back.

A winding mountain road

Bend the curve of life

Walk into this curved curve

Bathed in the golden morning sun

Listen to the birds singing.

Change your heart in a natural oxygen bar.

A journey of a thousand miles, mountains and rivers.

Taste with your feet

The ravine of life

Happy all the way, press the shutter all the way.

Throw away all the troubles and get rid of all the sadness.

Let the spark of life

Burst multiple vertices.

A winding river

Pour out one's expectations for life

Strolling along the winding river.

Look at your lost face.

That youthful childlike heart.

Still alive

Accompany a donkey friend

More like a childhood playmate.

Riverside picnic

It's like playing house with Fan Fan as a child.

The river winds back to childhood.

Query on the restoration of mountains and rivers

A bright future.

In a crooked life

Give birth to healthy vitality.

Poetry with the theme of life 5 Learn to work, eat and dress.

Diligence, progress and tolerance

Obedience, honor and imprisonment?

There is no right or wrong in life.

Do what your heart allows.

Listen to your parents' beneficial experience.

Life is the mileage of self-experience

All the Fiona Fang rules were made by others.

As long as you live comfortably and well.

There is no pattern in life.

The so-called reference is the experience of others.

Better know more about nature.

There are always too many teachings in life.

Their mistakes were imposed on others.

Listening is beneficial, but you should be good at distinguishing.

If you can't live your life,

That's copying others.

When you finish, you don't know who you are.

All sadness is the loss of oneself.

Without a center, everything follows.

Do not know yourself, do not know what you want?

When you get used to listening

There is no real you.

Because you turned yourself into a slave.

Cowardice is your mirror.

Shine in your twisted shadow forever

And make fun of yourself.

Life in chains

Never get rid of the chains

Think that's the essence of nature

Life is not for others to see.

But to be confident and comfortable.

Mercedes-Benz is moving forward in an ideal world.

The most terrible life

It is not that you are poor, but that you have no thoughts.

It's not that you are beautiful, but that you don't know yourself.

Enrich your heart.

take one's own road

Nature is your real teacher.

Poetry 6 with the theme of life (1)

Your emerald love poem

Dropping the long-lost rain

This situation is almost fascinating.

Some rhymes are also mysterious.

seem to have met before

Hanging a heart

Initial unusual philosophical thinking

Freehand brushwork is ordinary rain.

The weather is really not the last puzzle.

(2)

Singing spring scenery for a long time

Wandering in the vast land

Why did the grass dive into the silence of the moonlight?

The distant mountains are silent.

The soul of hope leads the ruined Joan.

I am slowly climbing my dream.

Only this last page

In order to finalize a suitable role.

Answer questions about the past.

(3)

In the quiet campus, there are many melancholy floating.

A rare power.

Let the eyes of the old country ripple and feel happy.

My finger

Put in a special mark.

But the heart makes the concepts of wine and color clearer.

The moment when butterflies fly.

The sky unexpectedly began to rain.

The sight of the garden surprised the wanderer's heart.

(4)

Raise your cloudy eyes.

Look at the floating clouds.

No dream can make a dream come true.

Wandering footsteps

Let the earth look more vigorous.

This style of dance seems to have a leisurely charm.

But the manuscript of this test paper

Has been changed by fate.

Love doesn't seem to matter.

(5)

Draw up a train of thought

Along the waves, like crying.

Fantasy is ignited by the ruthless wind.

A strange piano sound

Review in rapids and rapids

How many seagulls and herons have been swept away by the tide?

Don't dream of rainbows.

Enough rain and enough wind.

What broadens one's horizons may be the way home.

(6)

There you are-the fairy is dancing.

Just like the people in the red chamber.

-the ethereal of the twelve women in Jinling

Which preview is shocking?

Some briefings set a tragic tone from the beginning.

When did Daiyu's poems leave the Grand View Garden?

Some chapters, some plots

The original is not enchanting.

Unless the vision special broke the news

(7)

You're gone-like a rustle of falling red.

Autumn wind is your wings to fly.

A wisp of soft soul makes the tone of spring cold even colder.

The whiteness of winter snow

Cover the earth of your thoughts.

Hongmei may evoke the thoughts of early spring.

Swallow's flying posture in a foreign land

All poems that can't be finalized

But it turned out that you summoned Yun Ni from heaven.

I believe my heart can bear a lot.

After all, after all.

Endure the bullying and contempt of others.

I don't want to have no training, and I don't want to carry so much.

If growing up is destined to be painful, then I would rather live a selfish life.

I didn't want to do it, but I did it anyway. I can't accept it, but I accepted it anyway.

It's like fighting with yourself every day until I fall on the bed and get black and blue.

There are many things that can't be explained clearly, and those grievances can't be let go. I can only sing it to myself in my heart.

Because no one will be in the same situation as you, and even if there is, they will not have the same mood.

I'm tired, although the pressure is so insignificant.

But I must be strong and smile like that.

When I almost cried in the crowd

Suddenly, all the disappointments in life come to mind.

Those sorrows hurt my soul, and I really want to escape from here and go to the unknown world.

But my will to be swallowed up by loneliness always reminds me to find someone to miss/

I face those sudden unhappiness with false pride.

I believe my heart can contain everything.

After many vicissitudes, I know that every pain is inevitable.

The stories that no one knows or understands are the most beautiful in my heart.

So when I grow up, I know how to protect myself better.

People who trust and are sincere have long been swallowed up by hypocrisy.

I won't forget every needle that stings me.

I will also remember every glass of wine that makes me happy. I give you my sincerity.

Because there is always a force that wants to teach me how to prove my sincerity.

Poetry with the theme of life 8 Life doesn't believe in the poems with a thousand years of vicissitudes.

Life does not believe in poetry.

Moonlight can't hide the evil in the dark.

Meteors praise only for a moment. then what

Snowflakes in winter whisper to Mei's date.

Is it really poetry?

Evacuated font fantasy becomes a beautiful poem.

I tried to find a rhyme piece.

Still boring and incomplete.

I can't find the font after all.

Write life into a complete poem. Maybe Xue says this is fate.

How to lead to the ending in the end? I stopped writing.

Appreciate the interval between sentences.

Millennium vicissitudes

Swords in the moonlight.

Who is God when you are drunk and watch the world die?

Hui ink flowed with the landscape and soaked in the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

Solitary sail, solitary lamp, solitary shadow, narcissism

Drunk poetry is just hometown.

The lady is still thinking in the distance.

I didn't believe in poetry for thousands of years.

Letters from home written in printed form are everywhere on the stationery.

Flowers start in evening rain.

Frost on the moon beside the book

I wrote Liu Yueying with pen and ink.

The lady's mind is still thinking

The entanglements of past lives are winding, looking for what you are like in this life.

It is absurd to imitate the rhythm of Tang poetry, adjust the rhyme and rewrite the time and space.

Even if imagination is still written on paper for you for thousands of years, what's the harm?

The thin horse hurried to rush the frost on his temple.

I resolutely rode west, and you were still here.

Say goodbye to the sunset in the lady's eyes with a sword

Life is like a cup of tea.

Those who know how to appreciate it feel delicious, while those who don't appreciate it feel bitter.

Sometimes I sometimes ask myself.

What is life like?

When we are young, our life is learning.

When we grow up, our life becomes countless jobs and worries about life.

I don't understand what life really means

I think our life is like a busy robot. Every day we are very busy and have no rest.

But looking back, what have we done?

It is like a magical white paper, and no matter what you do, you can't color it.

Just because you're unhappy.

Life doesn't need to be fast, because it's not fast food.

Life needs no pain, because it is in your hands.

And life needs you to stop, just like drinking a cup of tea. Only when you taste it slowly will you find its delicacy.

Stop, remember your life and savor the little things around you. Maybe you will see something different.

People will get old one day.

If you wait until you are old, you can relive your life.

You will be glad that you stayed in this world, the memory of the world you left for you.

This will be the most precious wealth in your life, and it is also a proof that you stay in the world.

But if you are always busy

Your life will only be busy to death.

No one will remember, because you are just a busy member of this world.

You have no happiness, no happiness and no sense of accomplishment.

Because you will never catch up with the fast food world, because the world is too busy.

You are dead, and I think the world will only repay you with loneliness.

Stop it! We are all too busy, we will never catch up with the times, it is too fast.

Stop it! We should all remember our lives and think about ourselves.

Stop it! We ignore too much busyness, so we should cherish everything around us.

Stop it! Our busyness has caused too much harm to our loved ones, and we should make up for it.

Life is not busy, but aftertaste, and we are just appreciators, not workers.

Poetry about life 10 What is life?

I've looked for it again and again,

No matter when,

The sun still rises every day,

Don't stop because you are happy,

Don't fall down because of sadness.

What is life?

Busy and noisy every day,

Every day the high tide and the low tide,

Our dreams,

Where are you? ,

Our dreams.

When will you stop?

Life itself is drama,

Degree of polymerization,

How scattered,

What is life?

Do not pursue it,

No complaints,

Wait for your life

Why not lean against the railing alone,

Watching the tide rise and fall,

Overlooking the warmth and coldness of the world,

When the new sun rises again,

We will no longer be sad,

When the new sun rises,

We are not disappointed,

Because we have learned to live,

Because we look down on the world,

We sang loudly,

Because we are full of hope,

We look down on life,

But we firmly believe that life,

We firmly believe: hello tomorrow!

We strive for it,

Pursuing the lost years,

We strive for it,

Pursuing dreams that have passed away,

We ran like hell,

Why not fall once or twice,

With sincere faith,

There will be flowers on the other side,

So,

Understand,

In order to learn to live,

Be kind to yourself,

Be kind to others,

When there is no desire in the world,

When there is no more greed in the world,

When there is no sorrow in the world,

therefore

We started the most beautiful smile in the world,

That sweet smile,

Enough to prove the beauty of life