Poetry about Love for Life (1) I dreamed that the sun was dead.
Death becomes the only scenery in the morning.
I dreamed that people were pale.
Time has lost its meaning.
Between life and death
A starry autumn night
Start to be silent
I can't sleep.
Tell others that death is eternal life.
In September, I stood where I once stood.
Don't want to run away
You see, my little fish died in summer.
How I wish it could hold its head high again.
Floating light body again.
And then with a proud attitude
Jump out of the water
In September, my yellow land is still green.
In September, the river is still running.
Where did my dreamland come from?
Where did you go again?
From such a dark night, so disappointed
I'm on my way home.
My home is calling softly.
In September, I sang a song of freedom.
enjoy life
Poetry about Love for Life (2) When the seeds break out in spring,
When the fruit is dyed red by autumn branches
I abandoned my lazy hands.
Let the salty taste of sweat turn into beautiful language
enjoy life
When the morning sun sets in the western hills.
When the moon disappears at dusk, at dawn
I am grateful for the gift of time.
Let the vitality of youth turn into beautiful language.
enjoy life
Although I will rot my body
With those happiness, joy and smiles.
But all the sadness, all the pain and all the tears.
These are all my living beliefs.
I believe in my shoulders.
I firmly believe in my idea.
Countless frustrations, setbacks and failures
Numerous explorations, struggles and successes.
This is a fair evaluation of me by Time.
I want to paint my life with my heart.
I want to create life with my hands.
I want to sing my life.
I want to light up my life with my eyes.
Friends love life, right?
Love your youth.
Love one's efforts
enjoy life
Love your future.
Poetry about Love for Life (3) Life blooms bright flowers,
Play the song of life with value.
Waiting for the long night of dawn,
I saw the misty fields,
Holding the shining morning star.
The glory of life rises in the darkness,
From the endless darkness,
Vomiting to the last breath.
Life is like a song,
The years are seamless,
Everything is flashy,
Get out of glitz.
Life is like a poem,
Pursuing the past days,
Like walking on the beach,
Looking back-
Every footprint is full of love and sadness,
Write down the hardships of every step of this effort.
Standing alone in the thin snow,
Gorgeous sky,
A slow stream,
Towering mountains,
We were lost in wanton plunder. . . . . . . . .
Is life a life after all?
Life is a sunset,
It's a pine tree on the cliff,
This is a dying candle,
It is a fleeting meteor.
After a quiet and indifferent rest,
Walk on the road of life.
Poetry about loving life (4) My poetry comes from life.
just as
My blood comes from my mother.
-inscription
Is there any grass?
As long as it can carry a drop of morning dew
Or suffer a frost.
It can grow under my pen.
Any bird
As long as it can give me a glimpse in the snow.
I'll use crack-like speed
Press on the paper.
Any drop of tears
As long as it can slide across a clear face
I will use more and more strong language.
Write down its journey of blood and tears
for this reason
I must thank life.
She showed me the most beautiful scenery in the world.
They are flesh and blood.
She let me know every face.
They are affectionate and righteous.
She told me the truth of benefiting for life.
There is no absolute pain on the road of life.
Poetry about loving life (5) I don't think about whether I can succeed or not.
Now that I have chosen a distant place,
I only care about the hardships.
I don't think about whether I can win love.
Because I like roses,
Just show your sincerity bravely.
I don't think about whether there will be cold wind and rain behind me.
Because the target is the horizon.
Only the back is left to the world.
I don't think about whether the future is flat or muddy.
As long as you love life.
Everything is expected.