1. Help me write a poem to save people
Things in the world are not what I want,
But I have to cherish them.
People who love poetry are rare.
At least their life value is high.
Not to mention the kindness in many people’s hearts,
Don’t let your kindness go unnoticed.
Carrying the harshness of the world side by side,
Watching the rainbow after the storm.
I think people who want to use death as a solution are cowardly people who choose death to escape. Although the poem I wrote is not good, I want to comfort her. The meaning of the poem is:
Not everything in the world obeys my will and my thoughts. But you should understand that there are many things in the world that you need to learn to cherish. It is also rare to find people who love poetry. At least it shows that your life has value and literary value. What's more, there are so many kind-hearted people who care about you, so don't let your heart down. Let us shoulder the hardships of the world, and your friends will support you. After the storm, we will watch the gorgeous rainbow together. 2. What are some sentences to encourage donations to save lives?
1. It turns out that you can save lives even if you are not a doctor.
2. Give a love and hold up a hope.
3. Love is something that everyone has. Only when the heart is filled with love will it be eternal!
4. Save a penny, give a love, and warm the true love in the world.
5. If you help others today, you may need help from others tomorrow. Save with love, start now.
6. Every drop of water turns into an ocean, and every drop of love turns into hope.
7. You help, I help, everyone helps;
8. You help me, everyone helps, everyone sings the same song.
9. Give a love and warm the true feelings in the world.
10. Ignite hope with your heart and spread love in the world.
11. As long as everyone gives a piece of love, the world will become a beautiful world.
12. Deliver love and true love will last forever.
13. Give love and convey warmth.
14. Gathering of Love Love warms the world.
15. There is true love in the world, and donations of love warm people’s hearts.
3. Hymns praising those who sacrifice themselves to save others
There is a kind of feeling called being extremely moved
There is a kind of thought called sacrificing oneself to save others
There is a kind of trembling called crying< /p>
You may be really small
But your spirit of sacrificing yourself to save others is so great
At that moment, the water was ruthless, but you were Sentient
Your justice cost your precious lives
People in the world will be moved by you
It is you who have to use your own lives
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In exchange for other people's lives
You left, and you left so suddenly
You never asked them for anything
However, , but you sacrificed your precious life only once in your life
You have never regretted it
The ladder of life you built with your youth
It is enough to move the heavens and the earth
It is you who show the great traditional virtues of our Chinese nation
in people's hearts
You are our contemporary Proud
We are proud of you
The value of your life ladder
is not only that it saves two lives
What’s more important is to carry forward our spirit of being brave and sacrificing ourselves to save others
Your ladder of life will also inspire
people’s kind side
You Gone,
You just walked away from this ladder of life
Your spirit of sacrificing yourself to save others
will remain in people's hearts forever
People will remember that moment
You are the bravest
You are the cutest contemporary heroes
Here, I Salute to you
We will learn from your spirit and virtue
Real heroes, real warriors
I hope you have a good journey! 4. Poems about rescue
Lift up the torch and also lift up the call of love. Thoughts turn into dots, lines, and groups. Local sounds surround you from all directions. Lost, disaster, danger, emergency rescue. This is a spontaneous team. The name of the team is Humanity Leader. Wear clothes warmly and refuse indifference. Public welfare is in action. Blue sky rescue also rescues blue sky. "Persimmon is Ripe" passes through the shyness of ignorance and admiration that breaks into flowers, passes through the fiery red courtyard in front of the late autumn and bathes in the wind and rain in the mountains in front of the mountain in early spring. The stalwart is lit up with strings of heart lamps. The mature wine is full of wine. The thick and self-sacrificing affection. Lift up and look at the stunning figure. Looking back at the floating figure. Be happy. Stand on tiptoes and sweetly read the poetry that touches the tip of the tongue. "Point to the Sky for Father" is rolling in the dusk. The green on the sunny slopes can no longer bear the support of the prime of life. It bends and bends again into the brown paint that coughs up blood. The muddy white flowers that are blown and beaten by the heavy trek like mountains are bent and straight. Farewell all the way to the west. The rain is raining and falling. Finally, the path is soaked in the pear orchard. A handful of loess stains the curvature of the western sky. From then on, I point to the sky as my father. "Reed" is deeply pierced into the soil. The shape of the bones is standing without desire, and the heart is hollowed out. It's gone, yellowed, withered. The once melodious reed flute, the ragged smile of the reed flowers flickers in the ears, the whispers of all kinds of loving wind, the sound of rain, the sound of harvest, the autumn frost is pale, the cold dew is heavy on the water, ignoring the pain and finally removing the bones. The firewood crackles and burns into balls of white catkins. "My white hair is exchanged for full news" - dedicated to the hard-working teachers. It's not just spring. I cultivate and sow on the holy soil. I watch you dry up and I water it. You swell me, loosen the soil, momentarily straighten the inclines that come from all directions, and you are finally lovely, pulling out the news of germination from our shoulders, weeding, spraying pesticides, fertilizing, nurturing, condensing time, flourishing, growing, watching you plump and sprouting, watching me, bearing down on the branches, year after year. Until the White Dew Turns to Frost "Wooden Arch Bridge, the Bones of My Hometown" The bow of the good wood bows out of the sky's accommodation. The curve is unyielding. The back of the grandmother at the head of the village. The vicissitudes of life. Iron hooves trample the rivers and mountains. Your waist trembles three times. Mount Taishan does not fall. Hungry gnaws at it. The footsteps staggering from the empty barren mountain. You stretched out your empty stomach to support your mother's thin silhouette. Now my back imitates a bridge. My hands and feet grasp the roots of the stone and arch the waist of the years. The bridge stands firm and I stand like the business card of Jizhou's hometown. Prose The poem "Old House or Photo Album" I have a photo album. The first brand new cover showed the youthful faces of my parents and the youthful attire of the old house. Two-inch black and white photos of the years. My father's mother-in-law's shoulders. My sister shook her braid, and I raised my braid. My younger brother is wearing a beanie with a military emblem, my parents are hugging our old house with their arms, and the family photos in the album are in the hard times. The crystals of sweat on my parents’ coarse shirts can’t feed their four little yellow mouths. The old house is leaky with cracks in the bones. The photo album of the broken line of the rain is repaired. Four little birds are flying around the beam. The outstretched arms are anchored by the parents and the old house. The white hair and wrinkles pierce the past pupils. The vicissitudes of life in the color photos are so eye-catching. Dad is old and leaning on his back. The crutches of the children and grandchildren are getting old, and the children are handing them over to support the mottled photo album. The old house is crumbling. The smiles of the parents in their old age are muddy but clearly reveal the happiness of four generations living under one roof. The old house has gone to heaven with the parents, and the love of three bedrooms and one living room is now heavy. The album is full of heavy love, I love you so much, my emperor, my earth, my parents, my old house, the world is full of love.