The first ray of sunshine in the morning
Reflected in my face
My face is shining, too
There is one meter of sunshine.
It landed in my heart.
warm
Let my heart
No longer confused
No more sadness
Hold a handful of sunshine.
Hold it completely in your hand.
It has a gorgeous lamp.
Let my heart wander.
Fly freely
will
Sprinkle sunshine all over the floor again.
On my way forward
Let me stop wandering
Rekindle hope in my heart.
Embrace dreams.
Modern Poetry about the Sun II: Praise the Sun
The blue sea is rough and the tide moves eastward.
Shine brightly and it will appear.
The newborn sun!
The cloud island in the sky and sea has been laughing as brightly as fire!
I can't wait to level all the obstacles in front of me!
There it is! There it is!
Geng Jingjing's white-hot and round light!
There are infinite gold threads flying from my eyes to the sun.
The sun! I stare at you with my back to the sea.
The sun! I won't go back unless you give me a bright light!
The sun! Please shine in front of me forever and don't look back!
The sun! When I took my eyes off you, it was dark all around!
The sun! Please treat my life as bright red blood!
The sun! Please treat all my poems as some golden floats!
The sun! The cloud island in my heart is already as bright as fire!
The sun! Please always listen, listen, the surging waves in my heart!
A modern poem describing the sun: marching towards the sun
Flying Hou bird
Not afraid of the barrier of mountain pass
Migrating Tibetan antelope
Why are you afraid of the desert wind?
And the thief's shotgun
The storm in the journey
Can't stop moving forward
There are thorns everywhere
More inspired the fighting spirit.
Pioneers go forward bravely.
Full of confidence and strength
Shake off the dust of the years
Wash away the haze in my heart
20 17 new starting point
We take a bath.
Another ray of colorful sunshine
Hold a handful of holy snow
Pick a Ivylinna Lee window flower.
We are heading for the sun.
The spring tide is eroding the glacier.
Happy sports
Has been singing with the rhythm of winter.
Modern Poem 4 on the Sun: The Sun
From the ancient tomb
From the dark ages
From the other side of the stream of human death
Like a steam wheel spinning on a sand dune.
Sun, get out of here.
He used an indescribable light
Breathe life
Let tall trees and branches dance for him.
Let the river run towards him with crazy songs.
When he came,
I heard.
The pupae of the winter sting are spinning underground.
The crowd was talking loudly in the square.
This city is far away.
Summon him with steel and electricity
So, my heart.
Torn by the hand of fire
The stale soul was abandoned by the river.
I have a firm belief in human regeneration.