Autumn, an English poem about short stories.
In autumn,
The golden ocean,
The whole world.
At night,
The moon rises from the peak of harvest joy, with satisfaction and falling,
The light rises from the top of the mountain,
It makes bright light shine on the earth, like fog, like snow and frost,
It's like talking to a year of hard labor.
The sky,
Wan Li is cloudless,
On the ground,
Mercedes-Benz screeched,
The moon is,
Hanging in the air,
Like a bright lamp,
Guide night walkers to a more brilliant tomorrow.
On English Short Poems Part II Mother
I didn't visit my relatives in March.
I dreamed of my mother last night.
Busy figures come and go.
Cook for the children
Your love and my dream, the third short English poem
I don't know how to do it.
The world gave me her love.
Maybe sunshine
Maybe it will rain
Maybe it's nature.
But there are still thunderstorms.
Seriously hurt me.
I don't know how to do it.
My friend gave me love.
Maybe smile
Maybe hunger
But they can betray me.
Hurt my heart.
But I know how to do it
You gave me love.
Through comfort
By touching
give me everything
But you hurt me.
Do you know
Your love is my dream.
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