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The stars in the sky that day,
Opened the door to your heart;
The beautiful moon in the sky that day,
Showed you your future.
But why? We have never seen it.
When we realize the true meaning of life,
Only then can you appreciate the meaning of the night sky.
Mysterious and precious dreams are like gold in the sky.
Always fly to you, fly ...
Spread poem 2: The sun sets in May
backroad
The picture of meeting.
Freeze into
The last memory of this life
Wheat wave yellowing
Sending out a melancholy fragrance.
Your smiling face
Like summer breeze, like a mountain of flowers.
Bloom in
Your face, our mottled heart
Sister, I love you.
It's already misty-eyed to say this sentence.
Moisten my sad mood.
In the past dusk
You turn around and say goodbye
Frighten and grieve
Suppress our desire to live.
And Joey.
from beginning to end
What should I do?
Shut down all thoughts?
Sister, you tell me
from beginning to end
How to dry parents' tears?
Soothe the hearts of all close relatives.
Scarred folds?
I know how scared you are.
Can't stand
I know how attached you are to your parents.
And children.
I know you are lively.
Loneliness has grown into green grass.
Sister, don't be afraid.
I hold your cold hand.
Never let go
We are still a family in this life and the next.
The mountain wind blows
I hear your heavy sigh.
Your short hair and beautiful flowered shirt are on the country road
Always fresh and beautiful
Sister, have a good rest.
Love for you
We missed the sea and drowned it. ......
Spreading Poetry 3 Windy May
If there is wind, I will write with the beauty of the poem falling on the tip of the lotus.
When the devil does something, I will put on an early summer stamp.
Send a brochure of autumn dreams.
Waiting for a light rain that is more lingering than dew.
Pick up the one disturbed by the fishing song. The water mark in May jumps into your heart.
I open the windowsill and accept your wet joy with palm prints.
Then, one night in a certain year, you are in the water stack, listening to the beautiful summer.
Those swaying lotus flowers, close your eyes.
Half-open and half-closed, low eyebrows and little smile.
I'm afraid I can't hold the reserve in my umbrella.
Stretch gently and approach me frequently.
Poetry began on May 4th.
When the spring wind
Colour us bright green.
Sweat of labor
Reflect the colorful sunshine.
We are in this fertile land.
Sow the hope of life
Waiting for them quietly.
Gorgeous flowers
When summer dresses
Cover us with a sunshade.
Labor satisfaction
Dissipate in the warm air
We are moving forward on this road.
Draw a picture of the future
Waiting for them quietly.
Gold exudes overwhelming fragrance and fruit.
I heard that the repairman.
Put your warm hand on the wire.
Play the beautiful music of May.
The color of labor is like a staff.
The air echoed with the most melodious music.
I saw the sanitation workers in the fog at dawn.
Using color brushes in cities
Show her most beautiful smile.
The smell of labor is like the smell of lilacs.
The intoxicating smell pervades the whole city.
In May, I began to render the colors of the years.
Inject labor into a vibrant life.
In the cycle of the four seasons
Map out the most touching colors.
In May, I began to play the hymn of life.
Turn labor into enviable prosperity
In the long river of time
Write an absolutely beautiful ode.
May 5th, an unforgettable day.
When the land in the north melts, everything sprouts.
When the warm sunshine jumps over
The old elm trees in the field bear fruit and are withered and green.
People plant seeds in the soil.
Then honor the promise that "a year's plan lies in spring"!
The town is beautiful, and the flowers of the begonia tree are in bloom for the second time.
Cotton seedlings in suburban fields break the shackles and thrive!
Birds are spinning in the sky, and there is a lively scene.
Who can predict the sudden change?
Let the commandment of "unexpected events happen in the sky" come true!
At the beginning of May, the rain began to fall and swept in.
Wash the town, wash the green leaves.
Oblique rain washed people's cheeks.
Dense rain butterflies gather in a line and fall from their mouths.
The watchman in the field proves by action:
The belief that "any difficulty can be overcome"
This is the endurance of the people in the Corps.
Infinite wind and rain soak the fields.
The cotton seedlings submerged in stagnant water are suffocating.
Call and pray for its release!
So people rolled up their trouser legs and sleeves.
Mud-related canal clearing!
Turn fear into strength day and night.
Save the silent young hope on fertile land!
Moyun was ready to look for Tianshan Mountain, but suddenly it rolled in Beichuan.
The hurricane stirred the green sea wantonly, and the bean rain attacked people madly.
This disaster is inevitable.
God said, "Man, help yourself!" "
However, in addition to the people, there is also a party here!
When you are fighting disasters, the Party Committee Office
Power generation allows all departments to implement the disaster situation.
Sending help to the outside world, once "the party and the people are flesh and blood."
The horn of disaster relief and self-help is blowing!
After the rain, the outline of vegetation is particularly clear.
The sun is still a little stingy, in the remnant clouds.
Shy peeping, long black eyes
Accidentally bumped into a beam of light, and quickly dodged.
I hope the clouds will open soon, the sun will rise and the sky will dry up.
Farmers have been stung, so let's get rid of this shallow sin!