As big as a mountain
In the hard times of the past
Bringing home the bacon is an unbearable burden.
You bear it silently
Life is as long and vast as the sea.
Despite the wind and waves
You can always steer.
Raise the sail high
There is nothing in the world that you haven't eaten.
There is no hurdle in the world that you haven't crossed.
Bitterness and bitterness in the world
You've tasted it all.
But I have never tasted a little bit of sweetness.
Time flies year by year.
Family is getting better every day.
Time is like a knife.
Scratches are quietly engraved on your face.
Now it's your turn.
I am very satisfied with my life.
You always say
Catch up with the beauty in my life
Life is like a fairy.
I suffered a lot in the past.
You only talk about it occasionally when you are joking.
It's like telling someone else's story
More like talking about someone else's yesterday.
Father, father
My dear father.
I can be a father and son in my life.
It is the fate agreed by you and me in previous lives.
You use deep love.
Hold up a sky for my son.
I hope there is reincarnation in my life.
I wish time could be reversed.
Father, father
My old father
Agree to renew the frontier in the next life
Let your son be your harbor forever.
Let your son hold up a sky for you forever.
Let your son guard you forever.
Let your son's warm concern always accompany you.
Modern Poetry Reading About Snow 2 Birds twittering at me.
The dark clouds turned to me to follow.
Follow wave after wave
Crawl in the mud
According to viscera
Give up one's ideals
Rolling in brown and black smelly water
Mud water and my skin can't complete the chemical reaction.
My thoughts are getting darker every day.
White blood cells entered the enemy during the Anti-Japanese War.
Lymphatic attack
It took me a day to keep up with the team.
Squeeze through the buffalo-like migration team
Through the mud
Fight crazily with animals
Push me away and go straight through the ruins.
Struggling to avoid being trampled, I curled up in the mud around my mouth.
Trying to cover himself up
Viscous liquid ran down his cheeks.
The sand seeped into the ear.
Lean on your knees.
Wipe the scar off your mouth.
Slight tingling
It smells salty.
The moonlight seems to be covered with cotton yarn.
The surrounding flash is dotted with some colors given by the lighting engineer.
With silvery brightness.
I look too dazzling.
I gave in to this world.
Fly away with the endless stream of people.
Promise me you won't go with the flow.
But it flows far away
Even if it's hard.
It is also a secular vision.
I didn't care about the direction near the oasis at that time.
Forgot to write it down, salty and sad.
Waiting for the next wave
Modern poetry reading about snow 3 August poplars,
Tall and straight poplars;
Never bow in a storm.
Poplar in August,
Poplar of the years;
Sharpen a strong character.
Poplar in August,
Lush poplars;
It thrives in the sun.
Poplar in August,
Poplar in the field;
Like soldiers guarding territory.
Poplar in August,
Singing poplars;
Singing happy songs in the breeze.
Poplar in August,
Poetic poplars;
Composed chapters of that poem.
Modern Poetry on Snow Reading 4 Free Walking Flowers
Body and soul must have one on the road-inscription.
Have you ever imagined running away a thousand times?
About wandering rivers and deserted deserts in dreams.
Most of the time you squat on the shore.
Looking at the white clouds floating in the sky, and finally in the same posture.
Reach the depths of the night at the same time
They said it was covered with thick snow.
Over the years, cold has become a sharp thorn.
We'll talk about it later. The besieged city was cut off from a light.
You hold the red acacia and the torch held high.
I embarked on a long road without hesitation.
We didn't see it, in the moonlight.
Staggered joys and sorrows.
The cut ears blossom one after another.
Pick up the ever-burning lamp of ice, and the pulse of pain flashes.
Guess this is the most beloved lover in winter.
The wet wind blew slowly and blew off the stamens.
Let all the fragrance have nowhere to hide.
You're still barefoot and red all over.
Roll your eyes repeatedly. Where are you going?
Where is the ancient city near dawn?
Look, look, those swaying shadows.
Together with the fate of the poor word, it is hidden in the palm print.
When you mention your last name, you have nothing to hide.
Turn around again and get lost in people's legends.
Lost behind the future.
Modern poetry reading about snow 5 I have a love; ——
I love stars in the sky;
I like their crystals:
There is no such strange god on earth.
On a cold evening in winter,
On a lonely and gloomy morning.
At sea, at the top of the mountain after the storm—
There will always be one, ten thousand stars!
The embrace of grass flowers by the mountain stream,
The joy of the children upstairs,
Traveler's Light and South Needle:—
A shining elf thousands of miles away!
I have a broken soul,
Like a pile of broken crystals,
Scattered among weeds in the wilderness—
Sip your immediate attention.
The ice and tenderness of life,
I have tasted it, and I have endured it;
Sometimes the cricket's Qiu Ge is placed on the steps,
It broke my heart and made me cry.
I showed my honesty,
Give love to the star of tomorrow,
Whether life is illusory or real.
Is the earth inside or outside-
There are always stars in the sky!
I don't know which direction the wind is blowing-
In my dream,
In the light waves of dreams.
I don't know which direction the wind is blowing-
In my dream,
Her tenderness, my intoxication.
I don't know which direction the wind is blowing-
In my dream,
Sweetness is the brilliance in dreams.
I don't know which direction the wind is blowing-
In my dream,
Her ingratitude, my sadness.
I don't know which direction the wind is blowing-
In my dream,
Heartbroken in the sadness of dreams!
I don't know which direction the wind is blowing-
In my dream,
Hazy is the light in a dream.
I am grateful for Snow 7.
I can finally accompany you.
Complete this journey
yesterday
Embracing the sky is like dreaming.
cannot reach
I endured the scorching sun.
imagine
a cup of coffee
Patterns splashed on snowflakes
mood
Like the take-off and landing of an airplane.
Some weightlessness
feel
Better than the performance in "Drunk House"
More real
Maybe from now on.
My concern
It will be like a passenger plane in a dense fog.
A little confused
But you're here
The stadium is right here
Modern Poetry Reading about Snow: 80 Years' Dedication
I am here
Waiting for you for ten years.
For happiness.
And the tone of dedication
Thinking about you all the time.
Where is reincarnation?
It seems that I can only
Rank it.
Who wants to help me remember?
many years ago
You are such a beautiful gesture.
Vec Vidjeno
Our love belongs to us after all.
The tone of life
Create happy and beautiful scenery.
Distributed all over the world.
I did it for you too.
Full of passion all my life.
Modern Poetry Recitation Describing Snow 9 Author: Wind Dance 123
Honesty is the premise of interpersonal communication.
It stands in our hearts like a monument,
Show us the way forward.
Honesty is the cornerstone of the intersection of emotion and emotion.
It flows in our eyes like a stream,
It shows our harmony and friendship.
Without honesty, it is like living without the warmth of sunshine;
Without honesty, it's like life without the support of love.
Honesty is like a broken kite.
Can only indulge in the sky.
Without honesty, like a lost lamb,
I can only wander on the wrong road.
Honesty will give you wings to fly,
Take you to swim in the friendly sky;
Honesty will bring you an angel's ring of light,
Let you glow with the most beautiful brilliance.
If you have integrity, you have beauty.
The honest sky is full of sunshine and freedom.
Waiting for your sincere heart to enter.
An honest world will wash away your selfishness,
Give full play to your sincerity.
Teachers are the embodiment of sincerity,
With your sincere charm,
Win our truest trust;
Teachers are the shadow of honesty,
With the power of honesty,
Encourage every student.
Be honest with others,
This is your dedication,
In exchange for friendly relations between classmates,
Because we learned to trust each other.
Under the honest sky
Let's witness together,
The brilliance of the most beautiful human nature.
Fly uprightly,
Under the honest sky,
We are masters of emotions.
Modern poetry reading about snow 10 you always flash quietly.
Like a silent empty mountain
A lonely and silvery light
Poor heart of the moon
Like a tramp's song.
No brothers
No relatives
Lost in the lost sky
And then drift away with the wind
Immaculate jade
Full of eternal sadness
Alone in the vast space
Small in number and weak in strength.
Slightly like dust.
You are an old photo.
Smiling photos
Sigh helplessly
Only the wind blows away the dust for you.
Round or missing
Or hidden or present
Residual limb pain
Beautiful clutch girl's face
Acacia in Tang poetry
Emotion in Song Ci
Is it an unfinished love letter of the ancients?
Stay in today's night sky
Poor heart of the moon
You are the eternal tears of the earth.
Every night arrival
You often hide in the stars.
Swallow secretly
Modern poetry reading about snow 1 1 Push open your doors and windows,
I stare in my dream,
Ying Shi, this is your porch,
Politely refuse to float into your boudoir at night,
Look, this is a clean moon.
Cast a bleak twilight,
The faint moonlight,
Shoot into your warbler bed,
That's the so-called West Wing of the White House.
Or that song is over,
Why don't you think about it,
Look at the fireworks floating in the night sky.
What kind of bell rings,
I don't understand, I'm sad and confused,
I'm only obsessed with your charming hair,
Your pink neon skirt.
Do you still have this mine, treasure,
See who is brewing a painting,
The poem you like,
He threw his pen in front of the case, thinking about the past,
Write an article about fireworks funeral,
Without xiaoxiang,
But without a little gratitude to you,
You are so beautiful, it's the first time to wear it.
It's always white and fragrant,
If we can go back to Datang,
I hope your dream will be loud,
I want to write a song for you,
Even a piece of Liang Yue scum,
But there is no time to retreat in the fleeting time.
You can only put it in the nectar of ink,
Maybe my handwriting is not beautiful,
But there is one word, the stream of love,
Years have stranded our parting,
Like fireworks, it never thought,
Let the loneliness of the night bury it,
Let the sweetness flow everywhere,
Liuxiang Yu Na lane
Flowing to the decadent fence,
I planted a happy seedling for you,
Let fireworks bury dreams
Modern poetry reading about snow 12 The snow on Mount Fuji is about to melt.
This is a hot wind blowing from the Mediterranean.
With the whistle of the tanker,
Anchored in the Straits of Malacca.
Light a cigar,
Have a mocha,
The island will unveil its veil.
It was last night that I picked up the falling cherry blossoms.
Ice and snow are like a gentleman's white horse.
Those lovers,
Like Adam and Eve in the Bible,
Staring at the gold in Santa Lucia's little hand watch.
Pocket watches can't answer,
Just watch Haiyan grab fish and shrimp.
"Didn't we agree to see the snow together?"