A faint China.
Still facing the world's New Year night sky
I have a feeling.
Is to see humans
Longing for a better future
meanwhile
Passionate cheers
And the most pious food
The color of peace
at that moment
Light up the dark sky
start a business
Kind and simple smiling face
For race and country
They all convey the same information as human beings.
keep
The spinning earth
Faith is among the stars.
touch control
Once ancient
Survival and reproduction of civilization.
In the evolution of life
There is no war or killing.
Freedom and equality
Put an end to selfish desires and hatred
Harmony * * *
Movable ones will eventually be too short.
The short one is this year.
earthman
There is too much bitterness.
Pain or hardship cannot be expressed in words.
Modern poem 2 of "Touched" kissed 20xx cruelly.
Who wants to?
So we must remember.
Nobody waved.
Including you, 20xx.
Although the temperature is below zero degrees Celsius, this guy keeps making threats.
The river sobbed and refused to stop.
How can exercise solidify?
If the tears are blurred and you can't see clearly.
Ask these trees.
Although the cold ate all the leaves.
But those branches are full of energy.
Hold it tenaciously as a gesture to lift life from the ruins.
I can't bear to watch 20xx drift into the hedge of memory.
Who wants to?
So we must remember.
Nobody waved.
Including you, 20xx.
Although those sad moments have passed from the tearful face.
The sun will eventually shine on the earth.
Faith cannot be broken.
If the tears are blurred and you can't see clearly.
That's all I ask, May.
Although the wind and frost trampled to pieces
But those buds swear
Bloom into a smile to overcome disaster.
Please remember.
Never, never remember.
None of us should wave.
Including you, 20xx.
Standing in the praise of the people of the world
Pray for time to squeeze gently.
Even if you can only squeeze out a little gap.
We should also plant feelings.
Plant it in your heart.
Plant it in my heart.
Plant it in the hearts of all China people.
Then harvest the sunshine.
"Touching" modern poetry has been flying for three years.
The wine is still binge drinking.
Not drunk or happy,
Don't come back until you're drunk.
Numb my head,
Stomach ache.
Passion splashes when drinking,
Woke up and regretted it.
Soft at the bedside,
I can't get up,
Lying on the ground,
Stare at the ceiling ...
Suddenly a phone call,
From afar:
Say hello, big brother!
Soft voice,
As pure as snow,
As bright as dew,
As warm as the spring breeze,
Moisten like a drizzle,
How can I not be moved?
How can I not be moved!
Just a bowl of noodle soup,
Rushed to the office,
Playing with a paralyzed computer.
entrance guard
An email came in,
Open it in a hurry,
Beautiful New Year in Cambodia.
A few colored lines outline
At the end of Wei Yun;
A few birds,
Said it was a wild crane,
It looks like a seagull;
A big China heart,
It takes up most of the page.
Such a simple combination,
It couldn't be simpler,
It can't be perfect,
It couldn't be hotter.
A greeting, suffix hee hee. ...
A playful and happy face,
Suddenly appeared in front of me.
How can I not be moved?
How can I not be moved!
"Touched" Modern Poetry 4 What a sad moment this is.
The vibration of landslides and earthquakes.
Freeze the disaster in an unforgettable moment
Just for a moment.
Countless children have lost their loved ones.
Thousands of compatriots were buried in the ruins.
The devil of death
Separated thousands of families in Qian Qian.
The roar of the earth
Shocked the world.
Heaven is speechless
The river cries
Difficulties in Shu
The whole country is sad.
M 8 earthquake
What a disaster this should be.
A rare disaster in the world
Like an evil sword
Insert deeply and deeply
The chest of every Chinese.
Let the sons and daughters of China cry in grief.
Make the mountains and rivers of Kyushu sad.
Wenchuan
This is a beautiful county in the west of China.
"Panda House" is famous overseas.
At this moment,
The gloomy atmosphere of a dangerous or impending event.
The blue sky suddenly lost its light.
A demon named "earthquake"
Cut off water and electricity, roads and bridges here.
Wenchuan fell.
But the hope of life was not buried.
immediately
Thousands of miles away
An old man with white hair.
the hardships of travel
Rush to the disaster area
On the ruins that may be dangerous at any time.
Commanded the first strategic battle.
Come, the people's army is coming.
An army for emergency rescue and disaster relief
Between the fault wall and the residual wall
Loyal and selfless just behavior
For people in the disaster area
Lift a piece
Regain the blue sky of hope
Let's go, angels in white.
72 hours, 100 hours, 164 hours ...
A miracle of life.
Constantly refreshing
The limits of human existence
Yes, volunteers from all over the world have come.
Stubborn earthquake-resistant people
Before disaster and danger
With persistence, with the true feelings connected by blood.
Put wordless love
Stay at that moment that touched China.
This is a true story that happened in Nanchong, an old revolutionary base area.
In disaster relief activities
A white-haired grandmother
Put 500 yuan cash into the donation box.
What kind of 500 yuan is this?
The old man spent more than two months.
I got it by picking up garbage.
Old man's husband
Lose one's job in a car accident
Children of the elderly
Disability due to illness.
The old man's weak shoulders.
repellent
This is the burden of life.
We can't figure out
What kind of idea is it?
Let the elderly donate money
Leave the scene without hesitation.
But her bent and kind back
But it's carved deep
Our hearts
Whether it's front or back.
Old people like Xiao Shourong
Will appear on the battlefield of earthquake relief.
True story
every day
Is moving China.
Great love in great trouble
Unity is strength to overcome difficulties.
This is our people.
A person who will never give in even in the face of disaster.
Build on a firm belief
the Great Wall
Huaxia zhibang
On 9.6 million square kilometers of land in China.
Love is passing.
A cavity of blood is boiling.
Every love
Both convey the hope of the country.
Inherit the spirit of self-improvement of the Chinese nation.
654.38+03 billion people are in the same boat.
654.38+03 billion people are connected to the Internet.
Heart to heart person
Has become the soul of our country.
Connected to our heart embankment.
Although natural disasters are irresistible
Although the home has been destroyed.
But there will always be a sunny day in a cloudy sky
People standing on the ruins
Will use hard-working hands.
Rebuild my home.
Win back the spring.
My hometown has always held my dream.
My hiking sail
Always sail along the coordinates of your hometown.
When I look back again and again,
A heart, on the rolling hills.
Sing a symphony
Drive a new car
Kiss the mountain road in my hometown
To the villagers and elders.
Say the red light on my face
Make a beautiful day
Relying on fashion beats
Be a local.
The Pride of Urban Overpass
Don't consider sth
A small village where the smoke is getting thicker.
The entrance to the Sun Transformation Day
The sound and firecrackers were enthusiastic and unrestrained.
air quality
Ten times more auspicious.
The way I was moved.
Three graffiti children
At the same time, pick up the fragments from fairy tales.
A generous word
The airbag hidden in the car
A cigarette with bright color and strong fragrance.
Reflect a kind smile.
Gazing eyes
Give a blessing look.
Through the tuyere of my hometown
Like the bright moon hanging high in my hometown
Shine on the wanderer's heart
Touching Modern Poetry 6 Dear, can you touch me?
This season is too sentimental.
Fate is like a floating paper boat.
The swaying warm wind in spring
Connect into a block
Carrying my heavy memories.
Devouring fragile souls.
Honey, can you touch me?
Flowers and plants are in full bloom
Curled up in the stamens to sleep.
sparkling dewdrops
Wrapped in all my thoughts
Weave into bundles
Sketch my warm love.
Honey, can you touch me?
The sunshine is still warm.
The figure is stained with loneliness.
Yesterday's journey
Beat my affection
Freeze into groups
Make a bright picture.
Honey, can you touch me?
Silence, quietness, contradictions revealed.
Indescribable cold
It's like two people standing opposite each other.
You love me, and I love you.
You kissed my lips and I kissed your face.
Heart and body seem to be separated by the border of a world.
"Touched" Modern Poetry 7 I am touched that the waterfall is a flowing painting.
Water droplets are splashed everywhere, and mountains and rivers produce smoke.
I am very touched. Butterfly is an emotional wind.
Cherish flowers and dance in spring.
I am moved that the lotus leaf is a leisurely umbrella.
Shade the hot sun and print the pond green.
I am very touched. The beacon light is a ship's clairvoyance.
The reef bypassed and the rapids were defeated.
I am very touched. Du Fu is a bugler in farming.
Harvesting seeds, cutting wheat and sowing.
I am very touched that the fireflies in summer night didn't give up their light because they were small.
How many childish dreams does it render?
What moves me is that the clouds in the morning have not given up their brilliance, because they will disappear.
How many pictures does it depict?
What moved me was that the second hand of time didn't give up chasing because it was short.
It accumulates light years and moves the universe.
I am moved that the twinkling of the morning star did not give up the truth because of darkness.
It inspires light and a single spark can start a prairie fire.
I am moved by it, spring flowers and autumn fruits, and the years are dry and glorious.
I was moved by it, people came and went, and the world was cold.
I am moved, the family is harmonious, and the sisters are deep.
I am very touched, love is sweet, I hold hands and help each other.
Every day, when I see the sunrise, I am very moved.
Thinking about the boiling on the other side
Every night, I am moved by the stars.
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I am very touched, my heart is a clear spring.
Take acacia from Sun Moon Lake.
Let the elegance of plateau lakes.
Shake hands with white clouds and be intimate with Hongyan.
It's warm. It keeps moving. ...
"Touched" modern poem 8 has always believed that,
Love is a two-way emotional communication,
Is the admiration of two hearts,
These are two of the same kind,
This is the spark of soul-to-soul collision.
If two people love each other,
There is no need to deliberately change yourself to please each other.
If she (he) doesn't like you,
No matter how hard you pursue it, it's useless.
If you really like each other,
It's too late to like it,
Do you need to be desperate to please?
Even if you sincerely touched her (him),
A little reluctant to get this feeling,
She (he) didn't accept you that much,
You must have some conditions that don't meet her (his) requirements.
Moved by your instantaneous actions,
But after a long time, if she (he) meets the ideal person,
It is difficult to guarantee that she (he) will not change her mind.
But people often say this:
"Give up her (him), I can't live any longer, I am very
Love her (him)! "
In fact, this idea is ridiculous.
Who can't live without who?
Without anyone, the earth can't turn around.
Unless you really don't want to live,
Otherwise, no one can stop you.
Usually what we think of as "the only thing" is not true.
It's just that we can't bear to look for it.
True love comes from mutual sincere admiration,
Based on two congeners.
Anyone who loves others crazily regardless of whether they are loved or not,
Or those who only give without sincerity will not come to a good end.
How many predestinations will a person encounter in his life?
The person who loves you and the person you love pass by one by one.
But what you remember most here is your first love.
The first time I felt the sweetness of love, it was deeply imprinted in my heart.
So that the conditions of friends can be found according to TA in the future.
Maybe you still have the old one in your mailbox.
love letter
Every word is hard to forget.
What did you get?
After a sweet love, from the perfect image period to the ordinary.
From strangeness to familiarity, I even have a few moles on my body.
They all say that they have been together, but they can't understand its meaning.
What is precious in love is not crazy love, but being able to accept a dull life.
Women will love men 100%, but men will always leave room for love.
When one day a man says to a woman: You should keep 30% for your love.
The woman cried, because it was too late, and she had already paid 100%.
Even if love is gone,
Life goes on in the same way,
Happiness is always in the future,
But fate may be in your hands.
Love is a duty, not a feeling;
How many moments does modern poem 9 of "Touching" have?
Like a breeze blowing through the heart,
Let the touch bloom into a blooming flower?
At home,
When your mother sews your clothes with loving hands,
When you offer a cup of hot tea to your elders with immature hands,
Touched,
Will make happiness live in your home forever.
On the way,
When you bend down to pick up the banana peel,
When you cross the zebra crossing hand in hand with a blind friend,
Touched,
It will make passers-by light up their hearts and make them feel warm.
When you put your pocket money in the donation box,
When you wipe away tears for your crying companion;
When you send blessings to your friends,
When you say hello to the person you love,
when you ...
In fact,
Touching moment,
It's everywhere,
In an instant, in a lifetime,
As long as you move with your heart,
You are sure to hear the sound of flowers blooming.
"Touched" modern poem 10 Behind you, there are two figures;
Looking at you silently, I don't ask you to look back.
When you were a child, they were behind you,
You play and make trouble without restraint,
Because, you know,
Someone is escorting you behind you.
Behind you are two figures;
Look at you silently and don't ask you to turn around.
When you were young, they were behind you,
You walk back and forth,
Because, you know,
You have a safe haven behind you.
Behind you are two figures;
Love you silently, expecting nothing in return.
After middle age, they are still behind you.
You have your own happy family.
And you ignored the two figures behind you.
Until one day, there is nothing behind you,
You have searched all over the streets and lanes, but now you can't find those two figures.
You cry, you regret.
Middle-aged you cry like a child,
But it's too late.
Don't regret it until you arrive in time.
When you stride forward,
Always turn around and look at the person behind you,
Even a smile and a hug.