Few people in the world remember you.
I'm afraid I remember it best.
The story of the past is no longer important.
A cup of tea, an umbrella and some books.
As a prop, it's still the same.
year after year
You float like the wind.
Leaving only a smile and attachment.
Look back, look back.
It's just that my sadness is still there.
You stop sighing.
Time is in a hurry.
I'm already white-haired
One heart still beats for two people.
Dreams should be short and dreams should be long.
The past is endless.
vacuum bottle
The thermos is too small.
A little pathetic
Destined not to change the climate
Keeping the temperature is the bottom line.
Give each cup warmth.
There is no reason to stick to it.
Memorizing modern poetry II. Father is gone.
It has been three years since you left me.
Meet in a few dreams
And when I woke up, I was shocked again and again.
My father was born in party member.
Party spirit is pure, and honesty is not good.
Usually don't talk much.
Encounter injustice
I am very angry
not to mince matters
After that, the village will be quiet for a few days.
Father is very tall.
Skillfully turn the steering wheel when you are a soldier
After retirement, I devoted myself to maintaining my home.
Never honk the horn.
Stepped on the accelerator once.
Serve the farmland
Running around in winter and summer
Expect children to grow up
Father bowed.
On the snowy mountains in winter
Dig out a stone
Try to find out the educational expenses of our brother and sister.
arduous labour
In exchange for my father's life.
A handful of pride in the village
All three of us have been admitted to the school.
Took part in this work.
Father knows everything about it.
This is the voice of his life.
Father's back is hunched.
wrinkle
It's like using a sickle for several years.
Sharp and hard
Father is old and ill.
But his burly personality
Has been fighting the disease.
Finally fell down.
Immediate pain
Frozen at home
Spring Festival that year, first frost.
Father is gone.
I think: dead people often dream.
Why are we not father and son?
How can you walk in the opposite direction in your dream?
Facing the portrait of my father
Me and my award certificate
Crying again
Remember modern poetry 3. Time flies at your fingertips.
Year after year, this share
Solemnness, respect, memory, engraved on
On the time axis, deep in the soul.
Walk into Tomb-Sweeping Day
The sky is full of sadness.
Also, our heart sea.
The wave of missing once again knocked on the door of claustrophobia.
Once sunrise and sunset, the flowers were red and green.
Zeng Jin's whispers have changed a lot.
Also, warm smile, loving eyes.
Floating in front of our eyes and echoing in our hearts.
Missing is like catkins flying in the air.
Memories spin on strangers with the wind.
Sorrow, grief and sigh are intertwined.
Write a poem with tears.
Qingming is mourning for the dead.
It's a heart-to-heart conversation with the deceased.
It is the embodiment of blood connection.
It is a continuation of spirit, culture and emotion.
Tomb-Sweeping Day is a festival to remember loved ones.
Pay tribute to the grave and bow.
Through the thick loess, call affectionately.
In front of the tomb, eternal thoughts turn into flying paper money.
Tomb-Sweeping Day is a festival to remember loved ones.
As a result, graves appeared.
Tears a little, sadness is faint.
And the desire to bless your loved ones in peace.