Only the feelings between people are unclear.
Care for the family,
Lover's concern,
The concern of intimate friends,
It's really an unspeakable pain!
I think people who read this article,
You should cherish your feelings and care.
Because someone cares,
It is your warmth;
Because someone cares,
It is your happiness;
Because someone cares,
You will live freely.
Live a chic life,
Live so self-righteous!
Isn't it?
Imagine a person living in this world,
Nobody cares, nobody cares,
Will his life be satisfactory?
I believe that the grievances that can be said are not grievances;
A lover who can be taken away is not a lover.
It is better to arm yourself than to please others;
It is better to laugh at life than to escape from reality;
It is better to attack with your head held high than to listen to the wind and rain!
Care about people who are sincere to you,
Care about people who deserve your care,
People who care about reading you.
Caring is an indescribable pain,
But there is joy in suffering;
Care is an unchangeable illusion,
But there is sweetness in the illusion.
Real worry is an unbearable patience.
Real worry is a kind of sour helplessness.
There is an eager expectation in helplessness.
It is happy that someone cares.
It's lucky to have someone in my heart.
Worrying about you may be my long life,
Maybe it's just a short season in the cycle of four seasons.
No matter how long it takes,
Whatever the outcome,
But at this moment, this kind of worry,
But it really connects two hearts.
The taste of missing is so sad and pure.
Life is like a dream,
Let me meet you and know you in my dream.
Since then,
I walked into the wind and rain of acacia,
Into the caring heart.
Everything you say and do,
It's engraved in my heart!
When you first met, remind me like a friend.
Let me feel your sincerity;
A busy sentence,
Are you okay,
Makes me feel kind.
The most beautiful feeling in the world is love,
But besides love,
And sincere feelings,
It is friendship.
Sometimes a brief greeting,
That is a deep memory;
Sometimes a little thing,
It is affectionate;
Sometimes a little attention,
It was a sweet memory;
The lonely moon of the stars under the night knows,
The lingering heart in the dream knows.
You know what I miss?
Did you hear my blessing?
The taste of care,
It is bitter and sweet;
How I miss you,
That's what happened.
Always care about you ...
Pay attention to modern poetry II. Don't think of me when you are lonely.
I'm not a patch,
Can't repair your emptiness and loss;
Don't think of me when you are hurt,
I'm not a prescription,
Can't cure your heartache and pain;
When you forget, don't think of me,
I've never made a substitute,
My heart is only reserved for those who love me all my life.
To be a simple person,
Have your own heart,
Have their own principles,
Learn to turn gracefully,
Please mind your own heart,
Don't let it fly around easily;
Please go your own way,
Don't let it twist,
The journey of life!
Someone once asked me,
Someone who's really nice to you,
I said give it to time!
After a long time,
There are many things,
Know who is
Someone who is really nice to you!
Friends are men and women,
Just happy,
Friends regardless of height,
As long as we can talk,
Friends don't care about distance,
Put it in your heart,
Friends are beautiful and ugly,
As long as you can meet people,
Friends are rich and poor,
As long as we're together,
Wherever you go,
When you are in trouble, I can reach out and help you.
That's a friend.
No one can live without anyone,
Only those who don't cherish anyone,
One turns around,
Two worlds!
I can have someone who loves you in my life.
Love you,
Care about you,
Can really understand you,
Is happiness!
Not everyone.
You can rip out your heart,
Talk to each other,
All that passes by is scenery,
Those who brush their shoulders are all guests!
Whether friends or lovers,
As long as people care about me,
I will cherish it doubly!
Pay attention to modern poetry III. How many times has it sounded?
I'm fine. I don't want anything.
The wind suddenly blew loose hair.
My father was waiting for me when I got home.
I am at the intersection of my hometown, looking for
Those noble fatherly wrinkles
Father has his back to the sky.
The sky has the passion of rain.
Don't talk, don't say things that the land doesn't understand.
Father and rain are talking about spring sowing and autumn harvest.
I'm in the rain and I don't know how to get home.
Father's smile is like a voice, in summer.
The jointing stage is at dawn, and the crops grow wildly at dawn.
I am waiting for the sunrise, and my father is waiting for the scorching sun.
I am used to walking straight with my hands behind my back.
The direction you are used to all your life, you point to home.
Pointing to kindness, I want to have a standing.
Your finger points to the blue sky.
Sitting and lying in your cough at night.
Your cough makes me half guilty and half sad.
The yard is full of begonia and butterflies are fragrant.
You are sitting on the stone steps, and the sunset is burning with smoke rings.
Someone came, like a mother.
You said you didn't want this to be a dream.
A hundred people don't want to
When I leave this land
Leave your father who is closest to the land.
It's my turn, father
My biggest concern.
Pay attention to modern poetry 4. A person in a foreign land, a stranger. Every holiday season, I miss my family, and a poem writes the feelings of thousands of wanderers.
Falling into a different place, whether in pursuit of a better life or sweet love.
No matter how rich material resources and emotional sustenance the real life in other places has given him.
What I can't erase from my wandering heart is my feelings for my hometown.
As the saying goes, dogs don't hate poor children and ugly mothers.
No matter what makes you drift away.
As a wanderer and a child, I will not erase my attachment to my family.
home
Our wanderers are haunted by dreams.
home
Our warm harbor
My home
Although not as prosperous as big cities.
But it is full of my worries.
Those familiar shops on the street.
Those snacks hidden in the corner
Open horse gourd
Muddy country roads
Cattle and sheep are moving on the shop
Whip-wielding herders
Relatives working in farmland
Familiar faces, sweet local accent. ....
All I care about is.
Have you ever had this kind of wandering experience?
Whenever I am physically and mentally exhausted, I really want to talk to my family.
After the call is connected, it is really good news, not bad news.
There was a hearty laugh from my family on the other end of the phone.
Your troubles will be forgotten.
Every time I set foot on the return train
Look anxiously at the stop sign.
What's the next stop?
How long does it take to get there and go home?
Five stops and three stops. ....
At the next stop, please pack your luggage and get ready to get off.
At this time, the mood was extremely excited, and it is estimated that everyone jumped into their throats.
Set foot on this familiar land in my hometown
The town covered with snow and ice.
A road paved with snow melting agent
Lying on the hot kang at home
How practical and happy.