# Poetry Appreciation # Introduction: Be grateful to life, because life gives us a smart brain. Thinking about difficult problems and the meaning of life; praising the truth, goodness and beauty, and criticizing the false, evil and ugly. Remember the beautiful moments, the wonderful moments, the warm shots. Life gives us a unique spirituality.
The following is the content of poems about life and gratitude, welcome to read!
A poem about life and gratitude
Nuwa came from the ancient past
She disappeared without a trace
Westerners had a dream
Due to ignorance
Adam and Eve were released
A tacit understanding of the lives of the East and the West
< p>It’s hard to imagineA one in a billion chance of coincidence
The twins are united by destiny
Just, just such a perfect pair
The gestation of October’s hard work
Falling in the morning
The warm rising sun rolls in
The gentle spring breeze Gentle blowing
A rainbow crosses the sky
The room is filled with red light and is filled with fragrance
These come together in an instant
All rejoicing in new life
The essence of heaven and earth gathered in one body
Brushing away the primitive
It is the insurmountable primate of all things
To this end, sing a hymn
Be grateful for the rare life
Be grateful for the beginning of a destiny
Chapter 2 about life and Poems of Gratitude
Gratitude for life? Feel the souls that are within easy reach
Gratitude for the sunshine and air that give me warmth and freedom
It is all that I have used my wisdom to caress
Longing for eternity? And I
often wander on the other side of a pool of autumn water
Browsing the scenery along the way with full enthusiasm
< p> Appreciate the elegance composed of hardships and dangers? AndThe mortal world is covered with thorns and thorns
Every painting must be written in a surprising place
< p> Life uses Tai Chi to interpret this end and the other endAnd then uses the replacement of yin and yang to show how things are in the world
I am still a wanderer hesitating on the shore
The entire meaning of existence can only be identified by the beauty of rhythm
I can’t avoid the hand of death raging in front of my eyes
I can only add charm with the gesture of living
Learn to weave trivial knots of heart to dissolve the farewell of life and death
And deeply ingrain the solemnity of the past into the epitaph of the chest
Chapter 3 about life and Poems of gratitude
There is a kind of love that is speechless
But it is on the brow and in the heart
Like the night of longing
When people are asleep< /p>
Quietly
Toward the dawn
There is a kind of love that is silent
But in the early morning and at dusk
Like a cheerful The river
When people are in a hurry
Silently
Flows past us
There is a kind of invisible love
But raising hands and feet
Like a nameless flower
When people ignore it
Gently
Revealing the fragrance
There is a kind of love that is tasteless
But it is on the tip of the tongue and in the organs
Like tolerant water
When people are squandering
Quietly
Penetrate into the bone marrow
This kind of love
It is sunshine and rain
It is in life
Indispensable nutrients
It is too common
Commonplace
This kind of feeling
It is companionship and pity< /p>
It is the continuation of blood in the human world
It is extremely common
The connection between flesh and blood
This kind of Love
Endless
Endless
This feeling
Endless
Passed down from generation to generation
This kind of love
Threads and threads
Weaving the fleeting years
This kind of love
Bit by bit Drops
Playing the piano with gains and losses
This is you and me
The inexhaustible source of undying roots
Even if you wander around the world
Looking up through the years
Still affectionate
The direction does not change
This is what you and I care about
The garden that is reluctant to leave home
Even if I travel to the end of the world
Looking back through time
I am still intoxicated
The infatuation remains unchanged
Not speaking doesn’t mean you don’t understand
Not watching doesn’t mean you don’t want to
If that’s the case
Call me this wanderer
Wandering in the world of mortals
How to put my homesickness
Not crying does not mean that I am not sad
Not smiling does not mean that I am not happy
If this is not the case
Let me, an ordinary person,
stay in the glorious Chinese years
How to cherish my youth
Oh, it turns out
< p> Love has thousands of looks and feelingsBut you are me
Throughout my life
It cannot be accurately described
With Carefully expressed gratitude