Walking poetry

Poetry about walking 1 When the first ray of sunshine at dawn shines on the earth,

I was born.

When countless spring and summer blink, it becomes autumn and winter.

I have grown up.

When the river of thought is getting longer and longer.

I feel it.

all one's life

Short and long

Lively but also quiet.

Bitterness and trouble make people worry.

Sweet and peaceful makes people happy.

Put aside sadness and happiness.

Put aside right and wrong.

The ending of the story is separation.

Behind the separation is life and death.

It is not easy to be born.

How hard is it to die?

Live a wonderful life

It's commendable!

The road of life is unpredictable.

Existing variable length widening

It can also be shortened and narrowed.

How to choose depends on your heart.

What the heart wants, life changes.

Work hard for money.

Waiting for a name.

Fight for power and profit and keep fighting.

Conscientious, conscientious.

The journey of life will come to an end.

Looking back, I feel dejected.

Regret it,

Lose health, lose fun ...

What is health?

Eat moderately and combine work and rest.

Full exercise, perspiration and detoxification.

Get enough sleep and save your strength.

Laughing often, ten years younger.

Don't worry, don't worry.

It hurts the body and disturbs the mind.

Walk more, be humorous.

I exercised and enjoyed my life.

Health, like water, nourishes everything.

Health is like fire, illuminating life.

The song of health is in my ear.

Follow it carefully and benefit for life.

all one's life

From beginning to end, I was walking.

Health will always accompany you, and you can be stable.

You can see beautiful scenery along the way.

Feel life and happiness.

Tell the truth frankly.

Delicate contains truth.

It is lucky to know the truth.

It is happy to know the truth.

The light of happiness shines on the earth.

The flower of happiness never withers.

On the road, walking

Health and happiness

Accompany all the time

Illness and loneliness

Disappear!

Walking Poetry 2 Walking Poetry

Ancestors of primitive forest games

Start learning to walk upright.

The need for survival

Finding a job is a life skill.

Singing the joys and sorrows rhythmically.

Broken bamboo and bamboo fly to the ground to eat meat.

Ancient ancestors drank wild fruit fermented wine.

Poetry flows in the blood. .....

A long road with no end in sight

Countless poets are walking

The wine in their glasses.

Old hatred and new worries are floating in the air.

Proud or depressed?

Ripples in poetry

Singing in the streets of Liuxiang .....

Modern poet

Use light beer

Lonely shadows struggle in the image.

They stopped walking.

They recited incomprehensible poems.

Feelings are as cold as beer.

The laurel of literature

The pearl of poetry is dim. ........

Where do walking poems come from?

Where does the walking poem go?

The answer lies on the road of walking. ......

Please let me into the grave.

The spinning wheel appeared face to face,

I am more determined.

In that nameless cemetery,

A birch tree grows in the morning light.

When my life is illusory,

The footsteps of youth will always be fixed.

Please don't carve my name on the tombstone.

Just plant a small white birch next to it.

Turn my life into a clear fog,

Looking down at yourself at the top of the birch tree.

Night watchman, the lights are out,

Deep in the birch forest,

The rustle of pens.

The spinning wheel appeared face to face,

I was in a hurry to hide,

A new disaster,

Wave and wait in the distance!

Please let me into the grave.

To outline the depression of the deceased!

People who listen to the wind

The wind once kissed fingers,

Sand once gathered at the fingertips,

You were in the neighborhood,

Love once lived in my heart.

People who listen to the wind will never wait for the wind to come.

People who hold sand can never stop the hourglass,

Just like you'll never wait for me,

I will never leave you.

There is always a famine that you can't taste.

There will always be an old age you can't have.

If regret can still leave beauty,

Then, let it gallop.

The beauty is shocking, shocking.

If you don't give up,

Why are you awake, never say goodbye?

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You have always lived in my heart.

You are like a picky tenant.

After choosing a lot of houses.

You said it was nice here.

A lot of things can be put in.

In fact, I am also a difficult master.

The requirements for tenants are very strict.

When you appear in Tai Chi,

A good landlord meets a good tenant.

You will live in my room soon.

I made the reform according to your request.

When I thought I could sign a house contract

You said, you're leaving

Houses in other places are better and wider.

You have always lived in my heart.

You are like a picky tenant.

After choosing a lot of houses.

You said it was nice here.

A lot of things can be put in.

In fact, I am also a difficult master.

The requirements for tenants are very strict.

When you appear in Tai Chi,

A good landlord meets a good tenant.

You will live in my room soon.

I made the reform according to your request.

When I thought I could sign a house contract

You said, you're leaving

Houses in other places are better and wider.

You have always lived in my heart.

You are like a picky tenant.

After choosing a lot of houses.

You said it was nice here.

A lot of things can be put in.

In fact, I am also a difficult master.

The requirements for tenants are very strict.

When you appear in Tai Chi,

A good landlord meets a good tenant.

You will live in my room soon.

I made the reform according to your request.

When I thought I could sign a house contract

You said, you're leaving

Houses in other places are better and wider.

Happiness and pain

Happiness is always fleeting,

Pain is like the devil.

I want to seize happiness,

I want to get rid of the pain

Happy, come on!

Pain, get out!

People suffer for a long time because they hold the pain too tightly; People are seldom happy when they are happy, because they take happiness for granted. I don't know, everything in the world has a cause and effect, not who is born with pain, nor who is born with happiness. Everything is that you are happy and painless only if you don't magnify the pain infinitely and shrink the happiness infinitely. )

A day of lighting and shouting pain.

A day of lighting and shouting pain.

The wind in early winter is silent. late night

The grain and grass went down again and again. sight

Gone with the wind

If, put such a season.

The wind opened the wound mercilessly.

Choose a sharp blade and use frosted leaves.

sew

The hay ached.

In the landscape. shake

The cold wind is getting colder, and I plan to use sunshine.

Light up a day to cry for pain

Layer by layer, anesthetizing the vicissitudes of the world.

In the vast sea of people, life

Welcome a snowflake above your head.