Never lose hope.
Always have faith,
It allows you to cope.
The hard times will pass,
As always.
Be patient,
Your dream will come true.
So smile,
You will get through the pain.
Knowing that it will pass,
You will gain strength.
Never give up,
Never lose heart.
Always keep faith,
It will make you pay for yourself.
When times are hard, the light will pass,
As time goes by.
Be patient,
Dreams will come true.
Show a slight smile,
You will get out of the pain.
I believe that no matter how hard it is, it will pass.
You will regain your strength.
Spring is all white.
Robert bridges
Spring is white,
May wearing milky white;
Among the flocks of light sheep,
White clouds float across the sky;
White butterflies in the air;
White daisy pranks the ground;
Cherry and Pak Lei,
Scatter snow everywhere.
The goddess of spring wears simple clothes.
Robert? Bridi
The goddess of spring wears simple clothes,
The corolla of hawthorn is milky white;
There is a flock of sheep in the sky.
White clouds come and go;
Butterflies fly in the air;
The court ordered chrysanthemums to decorate the suburbs;
Cherry trees and pear trees compete for beauty,
It's like snowflakes everywhere
tree
Joyce kilmer
I don't think I'll see it again
A lovely poem like a tree.
A tree, its hungry mouth is open
Embrace the sweet breasts of the earth again;
A tree that looks at God all day,
Raise her leafy arm to pry;
A tree that may wither in summer.
A nest of robins in her hair;
Whose chest does the snow lie on?
He lives close to the rain.
Only a fool like me can write poetry,
But only God can build a tree.
tree
Chrysanthemum leaves Kilmer (surname)
I hope I will never see a poem,
Lovely as a tree.
A tree, his thirsty mouth
Suck the dew of the earth.
A tree, he looks at the sky all day.
Hold your arms high and pray silently.
A tree, in his summer hair.
Robins nest and live.
A tree, snow lying on his chest,
He and Yu are good friends.
Poetry is sung by fools of our generation,
Trees can only be given by God.
The moon in winter
Evelyn Scott
A white thistle moon
Blowing over icy cliffs and swamps;
A white thistle moon
Blowing through the frozen heather.
October of lunar calendar
Evelyn? Scott
The first moon is like a silver ditch,
Blowing through the ice swamp;
If the first moon is white,
Blow the grass across the cold suburbs.
soul
John
My soul is the sky-my flying soul!
Luminous bombs, thunder rumbling,
The sun, the moon and the stars pass by,
The wind swept my soul, the sky!
My soul in meditation-my soul is the sea!
Winding weeds and rustling gravel,
White waves rush from one pole to the other,
Or the depth of green-the sea is my soul!
soul
John? Gesvas
My soul is space!
Electricity is flashing, thunder is exploding,
The sun, the moon and the stars are all moving.
Sometimes a big typhoon rolls up!
My soul is the sea!
Serpentine seaweed creaked on the cliff,
The waves run aground every day,
Glass is boundless!
window
Carl Sandberg
Looking out of the train window at night
It's a great, dark, soft thing
Be penetrated by a series of lights.
window
Carl. sandcastle
The night seen from the train window,
It is a big, dark and soft object.
Striped light.
night
Max Weber
Weaker,
Dimmer,
Stiehler,
Every moment,
It's night.
night
Max. Wilbur (also known as Wilber) (m.)
The closer we get to dusk,
The darker it gets,
Quiet is better than quiet,
Every moment,
Just like at night.