Poems about little hands 1. Write poems about small hands.
To the Oak Shuting If I love you, I will never show off myself with your high branches like climbing Campbell: If I love you, I will never imitate spoony birds and repeat monotonous songs for the shade; It is not only like spring, but also brings cool comfort all year round; It is not just like a dangerous peak, it increases your height and sets off your dignity.
Even during the day. Even spring rain.
No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok beside you, standing with you as a tree. Roots, close to the ground, leaves, lingering in the clouds.
Every time a gust of wind blows, we greet each other, but no one understands us. You have your copper branches and iron stems, like a knife, like a sword, like a halberd, I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh, like a heroic torch, and we share the cold wave, storm and thunderbolt; We * * * enjoy the mist and rainbow, as if we were separated forever, but we were dependent on each other for life. This is great love, and here is firmness: not only love your stalwart body, but also love your stand and the land under your feet.
2. Poems with big hands holding small hands
1. Generally speaking, you will live in wealth for a long time.
Hand-held ancestral clean water
Lead the wind and dance with algae.
Huadu Rui, Fang Fei City, Xiao Yuan
Good workmanship and good luck.
A bottle and this beautiful scenery.
Get up and be weak.
Take a look at the flowers and plants
2. Give full play to spring but have feelings.
The courtyard is full of hand-planted potted orchids.
Affectionate and conscious, poetic and vigorous.
The small garden is so happy, it is so clear.
Finger lotus shows profound meaning.
A dried flower shows the spring breeze.
I am very happy to have a daughter after getting married.
Take the Holy Spirit in Aquarius as an example.
3. A lot of fragrance
Handheld birthday incense
The rope began to age.
Begonia xiaochihuan
Hand strike bamboo ruyi
Look at all the flowers in a day.
Dancing lotus sword
Take the horse to Donggang
3. Beautiful poetic hands
1, "Laugh" Lin smiles at her eyes, smiles at her lips, and smiles at the circular vortex of her lips.
Beauty is like dew, and the smile is hidden in the flash of shellfish teeth. That is laughter-God's smile, beautiful smile: the reflection of water, the light song of the wind.
Laughing is her loose curly hair, scattered in the ear. Soft as a flower shadow, itchy sweetness pours into your heart.
That's a smile-a smile in a poem, a smile in a painting: traces of clouds, soft waves of waves. 2, "Waiting for you in the rain" Yu Guangzhong is waiting for you. In the rain, in the rain that makes rainbows, cicadas fall, frogs raise a pool of red lotus like a red flame, whether you come or not in the rain is the same, but I feel that every lotus is like you, especially through the dusk, through this drizzle, eternal, instant, eternal, waiting for you, outside of time, in an instant, in eternity. At this moment, if your fragrance is in my nostrils, I will say, little lover, this hand should pick lotus flowers. In the martial arts palace, this hand should shake the cinnamon pulp. There is a star hanging from the eaves of the Mulan boat and the science museum. The Swiss watch says seven o'clock. Suddenly, you walk like a poem, and you walk out of a love story. In Jiang Baishi's words, you walk with rhythm.
There is a shadow of begonia flowers on the east wall, which is said to be the eternal autumn moon. Waking up in the morning is a winter night dream.
Last night, the stars in the middle of the night were as clean as a clear net, and so were the spring flowers and the autumn moon. 4. "Poetry of a Primary School Student" Brother Dong's father is in the North Pole and his mother is in the South Pole. I will make this straight line intersect at two points. The shortest distance will keep lovesickness from getting old. I will write a poem for you. Boys are on the left and girls are on the right. I can do that theorem. Homosexuality repels, opposites attract, and friendship is not old. I will write a poem for you. The sky is bright and the ground is dark, and I will make dark matter undiscovered, and the unknown will make life evergreen. I write poems for you, hoping to be happy in the future. Today, I will become the core of two kinds, and my thoughts will split to make life innovative. I will write a poem for you. 5. Singing to Pupils is only six years old. Since the day I entered a primary school, a heavy schoolbag has climbed up his weak shoulder and become a part of his life. Every morning at six o'clock, I am awakened from my sweet dream by that loud alarm clock. After school, I was dragged into the school gate by a series of hurried pre-class bells. The homework of blowing his beard and glaring forced him to have nowhere to hide. Several times in the middle of the night, he still dozed off with a big question mark wrench. How precious it is for a six-year-old singer to go to the grass outside the window and play hide-and-seek with dragonflies. Looking at his thin little face is a painful and helpless sigh ... 6. When the black waves hit, we realized that we had fallen into the ocean of life. In the blink of an eye, in the beautiful student days, it has become a cordial nostalgia for the golden dream, spreading its weak wings, and the gray pain can't stop the youthful and frivolous jokes like God. An instant dream of a photo turns to dust, and an eighteen-year dream wakes up. Broken scattered in the corner of graduation photo full of lights and only black, recording the past light. 7. "Pupils" Pupils in Chen Weipan worked hard to plant truant classes and blossom in the rain. One by one in the teacher's slap-sized comments, the dim light has become dim. I can only see pupils' swollen faces, bloodstains in the corners of their eyes, staring straight at the blue sky and still giggling. To Students is deeply hurt by love, not to mention too much homework. I also had a hard time in the third grade. I just move forward step by step with my parents' trust. Don't say that learning opportunities are easy to miss. Please find your true self in the flower season and work hard. I believe that if you pay, you will get something. Don't say the teacher is too wordy. Since I have chosen to preach and teach, I will take responsibility and lead the flowers of your motherland to three-dimensional development. Exploration makes you wander in the universe of knowledge, not to mention too much homework. I just want to spread knowledge, not that the teacher is too wordy. I just want to turn my sweat into fruitful results. The future of the motherland is still waiting for you to explore. "My Students" Square Classroom Square podium square piles of topics, one by one in the ant phalanx, dripping with watery eyes, dreams covered with mud, sweet laughter, green crickets, colorful Ding-Ding Dong-Ding Dong-Dong games, Snow White, 10, "Rain", walking outside the boat with torches to watch the rain-soaked hills. Then put out the torch in front of the idol, and we leaned together silently. You are a fairy living in the depths of the manor, the moon. Your cold flame is dressed like a flower swimming in the southern sky and swimming over my head at night. The small village in the highlands is small and poor as wheat, and the naked girl is silent as an umbrella. The poor and lonely girl lives in an umbrella like a queen. Sunlight and rain can only give you dust and dirt. Avoid everything in the umbrella, refuse tears and memories 1 1, "He is a student" in those years. He was a student and unfortunately knocked over a bucket of soup while cooking in the canteen. He touched the soup and spilled it all over the floor. The bucket was crooked and the spoon got stuck in the soup on the ground. The bowl in his hand was still shaking on the ground with his fall. This scene caused a silence in the canteen. This student has gone too far and should be severely criticized. Under the comments of others, he got up slowly with a painful expression and felt the pain left on his arm. Nai's helpless expression turned out to be beaten by other students. It turns out that he is still a disabled child. 12, Moonlight Look how beautiful the moonlight is tonight! According to the moonlight, drinking salt horses and sounds, the beautiful moonlight tonight, you see how beautiful the quiet voice of life and death among the sheep is. I'm listening! This is a ballad of the earth and water, moonlight! Don't say you are the light in the lamp, moonlight! Don't say there is a place in my heart that I dare not dream of. Don't ask about the collection of peach blossoms. Don't ask the virgin osmanthus in the barley field, and don't ask the beautiful moonlight in the villages and towns tonight. Don't say that the candle of death needs to be poured out. Life is still growing in the sad river. Last month, the moonlight was bright, the moonlight was bright. Tonight, the beautiful moonlight flows together. 13, "Manjianghong Student Love" The fairy waves and spring rains just stopped, there is no new atmosphere, and the gorgeous flowers are wet.
Standing on the balcony, the lights are bright and the leaves are sad. A few nights, the scholar stopped.
4. Poems about creating civilization with small hands holding big hands.
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Chinese etiquette has been passed down from generation to generation.
Kong Rong asked Pear to respect her parents.
Huangxiangnuan cultural person
Chinese etiquette cannot be forgotten.
Strive to be a small model of etiquette
People who admire you can make you more confident. Those who criticize you will make you want to be depressed. People who hurt you can make you stronger. People who depend on you can give you the ability to love those who love you. They can let you know that the person you want to rely on can help you rest. There are no bad guys, only those who lack good experience can put their enthusiasm into it and live a good artistic life in the primary colors.
3. Candle I am a candle without bright colors, only a simple hundred. I am a candle, without the strong light like the sun, but with the faint light like a star. I am a candle, just a small candle. My life is spent on dedication to people. I am a candle. I light up everyone's life with the faint light like a star.
4. Weave dreams
In the dark sky
I'm looking for your sad smile
It floats faintly in the grass.
Tell your golden dream.
This dream is your only wealth.
It's a pity that it passed so quickly.
Only your sad face is still there
Where I hope to gather.
Don't cry, your eyes are red.
Don't be so hazy about your wishes.
Learn from bugs with broken wings but strong flying.
Complete your beautiful dream in this life.
Step 5 cherish your destiny
Look at the yellow sky that day
The cold wind brings the desolation of parting.
Nothing is more sad than leaving you.
Let sad thoughts drift like this.
The days of gathering are always fascinating.
Always makes people fantasize.
But it's so sad when we leave.
How can you and I be willing to bury our friendship when we are lonely?
Although parting is endless.
We should go all out to break through.
Don't forget.
Cherish these years.
5. Poetry about * * * creating a civilized city with big hands and small hands.
Ah, I'm proud of you.
When the magnificent huabiao,
Let the tall and straight body be covered with dawn,
When the majestic Tiananmen Square,
Let the clouds meet the rising sun.
The ear of history,
The salute rumbled,
An avalanche of echoes,
It is the echo of the changes in China.
A giant looks down at the world,
A loud voice,
The whole world heard it,
People's Republic of China (PRC) was founded!
When the first five-star red flag Ran Ran was raised,
Flag of victory,
Flying in the wind of the sky,
People looked up,
The whole world saw it,
The people of China have stood up since then!
This period of history embodies greatness,
Indulge in the sunshine in October,
This momentum is full of passion,
Built a monument to stand in the east of the world.
A glorious era,
With strong hands,
He wrote a glorious chapter of the new China,
People proudly pointed out the direction.
Suffering mother,
Wipe the tears from your eyes,
Show your inner joy, be happy sincerely,
The motherland bravely moves towards prosperity.
Praise our history,
There is a myth that Pangu created the world.
Generate the light that shines with life.
Praise our history,
There are four great inventions,
Sow on this barren land.
Praise our history,
With the wisdom of Laozi and Confucius,
The flame of thousands of years of civilization has illuminated us.
Praise our history,
Silk porcelain crossed the ocean,
Everyone knows that this belongs to our hometown.
Praise our history.
In the smoke,
A powerful terracotta army lineup.
Praise our history,
Standing in that solemn place,
The power of the Great Wall in Wan Li.
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Praise our history,
Thousands of years of ancient land,
How many tragic stories have been left behind,
The century-old shame hat of the sick man of East Asia,
We finally threw it into the Pacific Ocean,
We have realized our dream of reorganizing rivers and mountains.
Sixty spring and autumn,
The splendid land is full of spirit.
Sixty spring and autumn,
Picturesque and poetic.
Sixty spring and autumn,
The roaring iron cow combed the sound of the field,
Roll up the joy and singing of harvest.
Sixty spring and autumn,
Oil-poor land supports the backbone of steel,
The oil derrick stands in the sand sea.
Sixty spring and autumn,
A rainbow across the Yangtze River,
The majestic Three Gorges Dam blocked thousands of miles.
Sixty spring and autumn,
"Two bombs" of red clouds pierced the sky,
Satellites travel in space.
Sixty spring and autumn,
The people's army is mighty and magnificent,
An iron wall to defend the motherland.
Sixty spring and autumn,
The people are riding the spring breeze of reform,
Realize the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation.
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Through our future,
In this sacred land,
Bob sends out the power to shake the world,
Brilliant face is shining with glory and pride.
Motherland,
I'm proud of you,
The splendid culture of the Chinese nation,
In the long history,
Stir in my chest forever.
Motherland,
I'm proud of you,
In this wonderful and magical land,
The hope of soaring has sprouted again.
The giant pen of history will write your glory in the new century!