Poems about life and gratitude

# 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 imagine

A 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? And

The 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 end

And 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 feelings

But you are me

Throughout my life

It cannot be accurately described

With Carefully expressed gratitude