Where are you going?
When the wind blows, I will run all the way.
If the wind stops, I will be as quiet as a virgin.
Who is my first teacher?
Wandering in the wind, there is no fixed place.
Take me for example, a born orphan.
No one knows why I want to float.
Everyone says I like the scenery along the way.
Bitter heart, who knows?
Where is my root?
Monkey Sun's parents are stones.
It is the essence of the moon, the flower of the sun, and a wonderful flower.
And I am just a catkin floating like a feather.
Resist the temptation of the wind
No baptism of rain
It is difficult to achieve greatness
You don't understand how I struggled.
Talent embryo planting place
You don't understand how I feel inside.
I threw the monologue into the middle of the lake.
Let people who understand me read me.
Let those who hurt me continue to spread rumors.
Why should I care about worldly vision?
People who love you don't need your explanation.
People who don't love you don't need to explain.
You love you and don't love you.
Let alone explain.
All explanations are in vain.
I want to keep my heart, not people.
I pursue freedom and admire beauty.
Defective love cannot stand the eternal test.
I will not accompany you without regrets, I will travel all over the world.
Hold the child's hand and grow old with the child.
Gone with the wind is a life.
An optimistic attitude.
Can withstand wind and rain, frost and whipping, lightning and snow abuse.
Bear the burden of humiliation and precipitate the soul.
I don't need worldly flowers.
Bear the burden of humiliation, only for the pursuit of self, self-realization and self-transcendence.
I said nothing, not that I didn't have my own opinions.
Xu Li is thin and thick.
Expectation, broke out in silence
Realize my beautiful bloom
(Guangxi Hepu: Pang Zhizhen)
Spring breeze is the season's attention to green leaves.
Rain and dew are the concern of the sky for flowers.
Reminder is parents' concern for their children.
Missing is the wife's concern for her husband.
When you are working in your post.
Safety is the concern of enterprises for employees.
The leaves are all dead, and when the spring breeze blows, they will turn green again.
The flowers have withered, but they can bloom again when the rain and dew float.
Once the job security is lost,
We'll lose everything.
Old parents, wrinkles will no longer stretch.
Young wife, tears may flow dry from now on.
If there is a word, it can unite the blessings of all relatives.
That is:-peace.
If you want to sum up the biggest expectation of an enterprise in one sentence.
Namely:-security
Dear friends, please wear safety ribbons.
Because safety is the most priceless love in the world.
Yes, fasten your seat belt.
-This is a tribute to the great love of life.
Yes, fasten your seat belt.
-this is a commitment to the love of loved ones.
Yes, fasten your seat belt.
-This is an understanding of corporate care.
Safety should be kept in mind.
Because safety ribbons are not fashionable clothes.
Safety, practice in action.
Because the ribbon of peace is not verbally wonderful.
Let safety fly in your life forever.
The sky of life has been blue ever since.
This is an open door.
Take a heart.
That door is always open for you.
No matter when you come back.
That heart will always be waiting for you.
No matter where you wander
Dear friend, when you push the door open.
Please keep your seat belt fastened.
Dear friends, when you go to work.
Please keep your seat belt fastened.
Let it connect into the happiness of countless families.
Let it fly out of the century-old hero oilfield.
Poem 3 of Gone with the Wind opens the skylight of the soul, releases joy to get happiness, seeks beauty to pursue dreams, drinks loneliness to vent pain, writes hope to look forward to tomorrow, and wishes you happiness, sweetness and happiness forever. Happy Chongyang!
(Heavy) chrysanthemum fragrance, (sunny) light shines softly on the chest. The whole family is really happy (fast). The family is the most peaceful! I wish you a happy Double Ninth Festival and a healthy family!
Drive away your sadness, bring you joy, dispel the cold, send you warmth and send you the best wishes. Happy Double Ninth Festival, old friend.
On the ninth day of September, homesickness is like wine, and the world falls. When shall we get together and greet our old friends? The true feelings will last forever.
Chongyang Chongyang everything is not difficult, in this peaceful and happy era, I wish your family a happy holiday! in perfect nick
Old people don't have to sigh, let alone be embarrassed; Flowers bloom and fall, and trees flourish and wither. Happy Double Ninth Festival!
On the Double Ninth Festival, send a friend a glass of friendship wine, and wish the feelings will last forever; A cup of blessing wine, wishing happiness and well-being forever; A glass of happy wine, I wish you a happy and worry-free life!
Gone with the Wind Modern Poetry 4, look.
Those colorful flowers.
tail wind
Lost in the air
Dancing in the air
It seems that there is only a rush to the blue sky.
I don't care.
You see
A hurried pedestrian on the road
Seems to be catching up with the trend of the times.
Just for dreams
Run, chase ...
friend
Can you put your feet forward
Take a smaller one.
appreciate
Beautiful scenery in the journey of life
You can put the tight heartstrings
Just relax。
To understand
A little happiness in life
However, the reality is impetuous.
Has ignited your desire
light
No one can stop it.
Your hurried steps
Maybe only in old age
Turn around suddenly
But found that
The youth I worked hard for.
Always in the wind.
Gone with the wind …
Gone with the Wind Modern Poetry 5 Friends, we are always apart.
We are like dandelions yesterday, easily blown away and faded by the wind.
Like a melancholy and cool autumn, red leaves wither and fall all over the ground.
Time flies and the distance is drifting away.
As time goes by, memories accumulate.
Is it because the sand of that pile of time was held too tightly by us and leaked away so easily?
Did we sing too fast and end too fast?
We were together yesterday.
Today we parted ways.
whether or not
Tomorrow we will never know each other.
The flower has withered.
That idea has been forgotten?
Just looking at the whole night sky, I am confused.
No stars, no bright moon.
But with air conditioning and other people's hearts
Feelings still depend on friendship.
friend
Take your umbrella before it rains.
Put on more clothes before it gets cold in case you catch a cold.
Think of a shoulder before you cry.
friend
Don't watch the moon alone.
Don't wrap jiaozi for yourself.
Don't turn your hair into white temples.
We are still
Next to you.
We still have you.
That's our paradise.
friend
Life is safe.
Gone with the Wind Modern Poetry 6 Look at snowflakes drifting,
Seen from a distance,
Snowflakes are as pure as dreams.
There is also a slowly flowing river in the middle.
On the bank of this river, there is a crimson spring floating.
I thought to myself,
From the heart together:
Stick to our dreams,
Strive to realize these dreams,
Come on!
I think you know what I mean.
You didn't say a word lightly.
Keep a low profile,
In silence,
wait for ...
Like snow,
Fallen, but melted in the land of love.
From then on, I hid my love.
Hide in the bottom of my heart and turn it into strength.
Pursue your dreams with love.
Help each other and encourage each other.
make arduous efforts
Support each other in the face of difficulties
Work together to overcome the difficulties.
No matter who falls.
The other encourages each other and never gives up.
Come on!
Let's witness together!
In the snow season next year,
Take another step towards success!
Gone with the wind modern poem 7 "Snowflakes flying, I pray for spring"
Qiushi garden
The falling snow falls before my eyes;
The sky is white, covering the whole world.
You're telling a sad story,
Li Sao in autumn and romance in winter.
The rustling wind,
Diffuse at the fingertips of the strings,
Vocal music flows at the fingertips of the strings,
Ups and downs, changes
The strings are quietly tied to my writing paper,
Play the charm of winter, bleak and biting majesty?
Send a message that spring is coming and the wind is blowing gently.
Bright spring is in my heart.
Ruthless years are quietly changing,
Vicissitudes have destroyed the appearance of middle age,
I cry for spring in the cold wind.
Since then, my heart is no longer confused.
With the music you play,
The surge of emotion,
My soul is with your melody.
The waves are rippling.
My eyes are shining.
The light of hope,
I'm in the snow,
Looking forward to the charming spring.
Since then, day and night,
Try to smile in time,
I'm waiting, year after year,
Time stepped on my shoulder.
Let the seasons change relentlessly.
The flowers in spring are still in full bloom,
Will my soul and shadow return to spring?
Let the soul pray in the cold wind,
Pray that I will meet spring again,
Spring with my burning heart.
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The eight modern poems of Gone with the Wind are bearing.
Years of injury and rain
It's full
Zero adjustment of wind and autumn
If so, choose silence and self-pity
Then fall!
Let people step on it and step into mud.
I can't believe you're doing this.
You wander just to find an inaction.
I saw you,
The moment you choose to float.
Bravely break free from the sadness of the branches.
Dance with the streamline
Turn the silence of space into a flower dance in spring.
I don't think so either.
Your choice is to let people trample into mud.
I saw you,
Foretell the door of spring with crying.
Brand your body with flight marks.
Guide a period of sadness, through a white time and space.
Wash away all the coldness and cowardice of the soul.
On the broken body, warmly embrace the next season's spring buds.
I miss you so much, so much.
Your wandering,
Flying is a dream of flying in the sky.
Your wandering,
Fluttering is ignoring Qiusha's injury and sadness.
Your wandering,
Getting high is the spring bud of a dream.
Your wandering,
What flutters is an act and fearlessness.
I like this, sitting in your arms.
Look at the wounds and tears on the leaves.
Look at the soul and direction covered by leaves.
Let's float together!
Not to turn into mud, nor to be trampled.
Write the soul of a leaf
There are no tears, and the earth is used as a pen and paper.
Let's float together! Fly together!
The spring breeze flying at the top of that word is ten miles.
Modern Poems by Gone with the Wind 9 Rainy Summer Night
It is dripping with rain.
Like my flying thoughts.
The shackles of crossing the region from south to north
Looking back on the feelings that span time and space.
That amazing scene
Take a look at your eyes.
Never leave your country again.
Missing is so hard.
Beauty is sad for loneliness.
A lonely song with thousands of twists and turns
Poetic expression on an ordinary piece of paper
Holding a faint fragrance, walking on the path we once walked.
Wandering in the foothills of your northern Xinjiang
Stroll on the beach of your river.
Fly over your mountains and valleys
Go back to that snowy day
The romance of flying snow
Will that attachment to the truth seal the script?
Pour out that obsession silently
Ink lines are either clear or shallow.
Will the memory tassels of fleeting time be strong or weak?
Another long and thin misty rain.
Falling in this tangled night
Like my endless thoughts.
Galloping in your city
Look back on the bits and pieces when you and I got to know each other.
The story of a warm year.
The pleasure of reading fireworks
Take away the gentleness of time and cherish it.
Watch the ancient river.
Eternal beautiful storage space.
Keep everything in your heart forever.
The wind is still so light.
When you confide a little
The rain is still so soft
When you whisper.
Spend the summer with you
Touch someone's heart
Being with you tonight
Give you a stormy seat.
Be slightly worried about ...
Express nostalgia
Talk about your past reading and my past reading.
Gone with the Wind Modern Poetry 10 Watch the clouds drift past.
It's those cocoon-covered hands,
Turn the rusty plow,
In the dusty memory,
Casual fatal blow.
Think of the flowers at that time,
Thinking of the storm at that time,
At that time, I thought I was young and confused.
I think it's silly and cute,
Biting on a scabbed wound,
Erosion of numb muscles and bone marrow,
Pain is more painful than sprinkling salt.
Green night,
Tears streamed down her face,
Wet the white paper, blur the ink,
The stars are falling and the neon is scattered, and all is silent.
Some people are still leaning on the shore,
Singing in a low voice,
The Millennium is frost, and ...
Reciprocating stories,
The eternal theme,
The protagonist of the achievements of the years.
The curtain will eventually fall,
At the end of the song,
Witness for a moment, give up!
A century of commitment,
Can't be interpreted as an endless soap opera.
Off-line coast, turn the hour hand,
Even a blade that goes through your fingertips,
Stabbed the heart again,
Stand up, open the window,
Let the sun shine in,
Without burning clouds,
But the sky is full of rosy clouds.