A poem about smile: smile
In childhood
Smile is a delicate toy.
Because the face is full of innocence.
When I grow up
Smile is bitter spring wine.
Because the face is full of love and hate.
Poetry 2 about smiling: After the wind, we once smiled together.
When the afterglow of the sunset sweeps the windowsill
Prosperity quietly ended again.
The story of the west chamber.
At the moment of the wind, we remembered our smile.
Play a familiar melody
Gently touch the softest place in your heart.
All I can remember is those images that can't be erased.
Dreams, not just how many times from those familiar places.
After waking up, I saw a few lights between my fingers.
Count the people passing by.
The past just passed.
Every time I read these names,
On their bodies
There are always endless stories.
In the tidbits of life
The wind blows and the snow surges.
Angered the rudeness and boldness of Saibei.
Smoke floats in the lemon.
Render the tenderness and elegance of Jiangnan
The distant bell rang again and again.
The ups and downs in my heart are reminded again and again.
There is no waiting forever.
The only thing we can do
You can only run with the wind.
On the way with flowers.
I wonder who is singing happiness.
Time-consuming experience
I don't know who made the promise of life.
The boundless night sky accepted the splendor of fireworks.
The noise of the city explains the loneliness of Gu Yue.
Forget those sorrows.
The water-like picture frame is covered with the beautiful image of a white crane.
season of flowers
There is happiness in it.
because
After the wind, we once smiled together.
Poetry 3 on Smile: Smile by Candlelight
A red candle
Like a flag
Put the history of five thousand years up and down
Into the hearts of the ignorant.
Deduct a tragic story
Nuit d'orage
Who lit the red candle?
Give the black world a flame
Dry the wet years.
Continue the Millennium dream.
3,000 tender hearts
Because fire is hot.
Get up the courage to beat your heart.
The change of half the world
Who tampered with the annual rings?
A moment of silence
Life approaching death is always a gesture.
A tall, ordinary head
When ling guang walked into the cemetery.
It bears the faint wind.
From the bottom of my heart
A smile as clear as water
Poem 4 on Smile: Smile of Cloud
I like smiling like a cloud.
So free, so happy
Like a silent flower
Singing in the land of passion
I am among the flowers.
The one who doesn't bow his head and smile
Put immortal love
Plant it by the river with green leaves.
Golden water waves in the sunset
like a raging fire—grow vigorously
Retained the brilliance of my youth.
Put the ripe fruit
Knock them down one by one
Not much was gained.
Just in the mood
In silent thoughts
Emerson's men passed by.
Go around and listen.
A sad hymn at night