English short poem classics 100

(1) Life is full of chaos and disorder. At a specific time and place, do things arranged in your mind for thousands of times. Step by step, life will inevitably be subtle and rigid. There will never be enthusiasm and surprises, so you can only ask yourself silently when the next happiness will come. Life is full of interference and chaos. At a specific time and place, we are doing things that have been arranged in our minds for thousands of times, step by step. Life is inevitably exquisite, but it is also rigid. There will never be * * *, and there will never be unexpected surprises. Therefore, only in my heart silently ask: when will the next happiness go? (2) Dark light, just illuminate each other. The responsibility shared by you and me is thus written off. Fear is only fear that the lights will suddenly go out in the endless night and the loneliness of the country. Dark yellow lights can only illuminate each other. The responsibility you and I share is like a piece of dust. I am afraid that the filament will suddenly go out in this endless night. (3) Always trying. It is too cold to use an iron mirror; The porcelain spoon is too weak; A wooden spoon, safely engraved with lines, engraved with eternity. Just as happiness is born in the years, it is not arrogant, and every move that blooms silently has always been adhered to. It's too cold to use an iron spoon; It is too fragile to use a porcelain spoon; A wooden spoon, safely carved out the texture, carved out the eternity. Just like the happiness that has been inclusive in the years, it is not arrogant and impetuous, and it quietly blooms between gestures. (4) Hope is always more than expectation. A bone is a piece of fat. If you look at it clearly and feel it, you just don't know where it ends. When I can't find my way, I just care too much. Hope is always more than hope, unforgettable, visible and tangible, but I don't know where it ends. I couldn't find the way when I came, just because I was too careful to watch my feet. (5) Then the lonely wild crane stood quietly by the river of memory, listening to the whistle playing slowly, and a boat floated in the water. The people waiting for the boat waited and waited, but they always hesitated which boat to board and missed, so they had to pin their hopes on the next time, and finally waited until there was no boat to go and the sun set. Then the lonely wild crane stood and remembered the river head, listening to the slow sound of the whistle, and the long past was rising. People waiting for the boat wait for class after class, but they always hesitate which class to attend. If you miss it, you have to hope for the next time. After all, I waited until there were no boats and the sun set in the west. (6) Six words really talk about solve's return to bitterness in each round. Lotus flowers bloom, and the warm wind walks beside them. Constantly, there is only one pool of water. Ripples and speechless, guarding the happiness of this pond. This is a life from birth to death, which truly explains every painful cycle. Lotus blooms in my heart, and warm wind walks beside me. What remains unchanged is just that pool of water. Ripples are silent, guarding this pool of happiness. This is life (7) Happiness is so simple that you can grasp it in the palm of your hand with a comfortable hand; Happiness is very different, too. In front of your heel, a terrible mountain and river was missed because it didn't look back. Happiness is as simple as that. It is in the palm of your hand and can be held with one hand. Happiness is so hard. Just before your heel, Qian Shan missed it, because he didn't look back. (8) Never believe that the next time will be better. If you make a mistake, you will regret it. Even if you meet a shining god in your dream, never ask, "When is the next happiness?" Never believe that the next one will be better. If you miss it, it will be an irreparable regret. Even if you meet a shining God in your dream, never ask, "When will the next happiness go?" ? "No, you can ask, thank you, Imiti, the appendix is not an era for life outside; A good book may be the best friend, which is a state of mind. O Henry's novels are short and pithy, and the endings are mostly unexpected, reasonable and meaningful. You can search.