Jesus Toni Poetry Society 8.13∥ Worries
There are so many worries in the world, and fame and fortune confuse my heart.
Surrounded by mountains of gold and silver, there will be no bones left.
Pang Juan Bin and Sun Bin, Li Si harmed Han Fei.
Jealousy grows crazily and backfires in life.
Looking up makes you arrogant, looking down makes you feel inferior.
Have good health and abandon jealousy.
Be better than yourself and live down-to-earth.
Thousands of worries will be gone, and diseases will not breed.
Be able to withstand adversity and deal with illness calmly.
If I am sick, I am not sick, and I have no worries.
You said,
Life in this world is
bittersweet,
Some people sink in suffering,
It is firmly established that suffering is an insurmountable hurdle;
Some people strive to swim in the suffering,
Interpretation of the happiness that comes after suffering.
Unfortunate circumstances,
are just a quality check of virtue!
Some people say that
is also going through the painful process of cutting flesh with a knife,
watching his mother being tortured by the disease,
My heart is bleeding.
I will always be by her side,
until that day.
I said,
We have shouldered the hardships in life with our solid shoulders.
After the storm there is always a rainbow!
We can only face hardships with a strong smile.
My family is looking at me eagerly.
We can’t hide or avoid...
Then let’s use suffering together
to light the light in our hearts,
let it become the only one bright!
Autumn is here,
the wind is gradually getting colder,
even the heart is cold.
Autumn Xia’s eyes are sweating.
The leaves have fallen,
The sound of cicadas in autumn has almost completed its life.
Autumn is really here.
In the whisper of the wind chimes in front of the window,
The white dress of the clouds slid faintly,
seeming to dance on the stage of red maples.
Qiu Ju’s soft hair is dotted with exposed diamonds.
What I can grasp is
only richness,
and my plain self,
slowly becomes simpler.
Jesus Toni Poetry Society 8.10∥ Deception
Love and trust have become luxuries,
which become a pass for cheaters.
The high platform of greed and power is extremely dazzling,
The hanging Heshen tells the world.
Vanity and money confuse the eyes of love,
It is difficult to tell whether the person on the white horse is Tang Monk or the prince.
Women are a little bit bad,
smarter than beautiful women,
more beautiful than smart women.
A bad woman will not deceive herself.
If a woman refuses to deceive herself,
no one can deceive her.
You are April in the world,
You are the flower of every tree.
Opening is the whispering of swallows between the beams,
You are love, warmth and hope,
You are the April day in the world!
The scenery in April decorates your eyes,
You decorate the style in my dreams.
In April, look at the mountains nearby and the water in the distance.
Pat the big trees and count the flowers and birds.
I also followed your fragrance in April,
washed my eyes under the clear spring,
washed my feet under the shallow stream, < /p>
Let the soul talk to you,
Sit on the clear stream and listen to your laughter...
I walked through the south of the Yangtze River, and the fireworks came down from Yangzhou in March.
The wheat seedlings are showing in the fields, and the birds are singing in the bamboo forest.
Peach plums and red clouds are flying, and butterflies are busy collecting nectar among the flowers.
Smoke curls from cooking stoves, cows flick their tails leisurely on the hillside,
The stream winds around the meadow, and dragonflies stand on the tops of lotuses.
The lush forests and bamboos clear the rapids, and the clear springs reflect the walking clouds.
There are grotesque cypresses in the mountains, hanging springs and waterfalls in the rivers.
The wind rustles in the maple trees, the gurgling spring water sends red streams,
the sound of apes and the cries of birds Ming Kong Mountain, green mountains and green waters surround the village.
I walked through the south of the Yangtze River, and fireworks descended on Yangzhou in March.
Children are busy,
looking at hanging pines on cliffs, picking tail grass, blowing dandelions,
catching dragonflies, catching butterflies, picking pine cones, sweeping fallen leaves-- ----
There is a sycamore tree in the east, and under the sycamore tree is a girl.
The girl's white skirt is fluttering, and she is looking up at the clouds.
The orchid is curled up and lying on the cricket, with its front legs bent,
One beard is straight and the other is curved, and the crickets are singing a tune.
I walked through the south of the Yangtze River, and fireworks descended on Yangzhou in March.
There was broken duckweed in the pond, and the fish broke through the water skin at that time.
There are wild flowers blooming brightly next to it, and girls walking gracefully.
The green eyes flutter into the eyes, the river calmly washes away the heart,
The wind quietly blows the long hair, and the bird sits on the shoulder.
The melodious sound of the piano and the birds flying up, smiling on the back of my beloved wife as she walks along the fragrant path.
I love the ripples on Bingdi Lake, and I can’t bear to look back when the sun sets.
Jesus Toni Poetry Society 8.7∥ Accident
The encounter between you and me is an accident.
The emotional curve is occasionally lingering and pathos.
The heat of the coffee blurred our blue eyes,
The messy dance steps wrinkled the calm lake of our hearts.
The smell of your sadness is floating in the air.
At a certain moment, it suddenly hits my heart.
I heard your words by chance
It touched the most delicate nerve in my heart,
So I often walked closer inadvertently,
< p> When you look up,you will find orange-red light,
softly covering your room.
Jesus Toni Poetry Society 8.6∥ Love life
I love life,
Life confesses its true feelings to us,
We are by no means All for free.
Let’s go step by step,
Go down-to-earth,
Never resist the burden that life gives us,
He is a brave man.
There are no two lives,
but many people are not good at spending even one life.
Happy are those who understand life and love it.
At the moment when we suddenly look back,
Life will definitely give us a fair answer
and another sudden joy,
The mountains and water at that time,
have returned to being mountains and water,
and life has passed,
it is an autumn full of harvest .
The furthest distance in the world,
is when Xu Xian poured realgar wine for White Snake,
but stood in front of Leifeng Pagoda and sobbed sadly.
The farthest distance in the world is
Chen Shimei sent Han Qi to kill his wife and son.
When we meet again, people and ghosts take different paths.
The farthest distance in the world,
The children want to be raised but cannot be kissed,
One is here in front of the grave,
The other is On the other side...
The gentle breeze and clear smoke willows hang down, and the tea-cup lake ripples in the east fence.
The sound of Zen springs in the deep valley resounds, and the bamboos and birds chirp to scare the fish.
The bees are noisy and the butterflies are in love with the flowers, and the wind is shaking the shadows of the flowers and the intoxicating fragrance of the tea.
The willow tree is late for admiring the flowers, and the orchid boat is swimming in the middle of the lake.
There are butterflies and orioles outside the door, who can roll up the curtain? Cherry red, banana green, the east wind blows away the spring. In the window, the green leaves have formed a shadow. The solitary lamp illuminates the thin shadow, the flowers fly like mist, and the catkins scatter like smoke. Who can express my lovesickness? Miss you!
The smoke and water are sinking in the cool air, and there are many stars. The moon is tired and leaning against the west wind. The people are like jade, and willows are like eyebrows. They only look at each other in the photos. The clouds are long and the drizzle is drizzling. The water is far away, the fog is hazy, and the mountains are endlessly high. When will the lovesickness end? Siyouyou!
July 9
Pure Platform Pure Poetry
Youthful memories of the graduation season
Spread into the green riverside grass in March .
The songs of youth blow open the colorful flowers,
Riding a bicycle with you in the sea of ??flowers during an outing;
The flying youth is the colorful sun in April Rain,
You and I are holding flower umbrellas and running in the rain smoke of laughter;
Youth is the scorching wrinkled jujube flowers in May,
You and I are waving badminton rackets and our eyes are blurred;
Youth is like hundreds of horses competing in June,
Youth is like an eagle fighting in the sky;
In July,
Your red hands hold your smile
Showing your little teeth,
The smiles collide
We are about to part ways in the graduation season...
Cicadas
The heads are shaking in summer,
The cicadas are noisy high in the trees.
Signaling to be silent,
Children use it quietly.
Mongolian horse
Thousands of miles of wind and clouds of clouds,
cannot catch up with the iron-hoofed horse on the grassland.
The Mongolian army swept the world,
The horses trampled on the enemy's camp and moved freely.
The savior of Weisao, a drunkard and a righteous man,
He is brave enough to fight against wolves without fear.
Running galloping in the snowy fields,
The spirit of the Mongolian horse is praised by the world!
July 13th
It started to rain lightly,
Wandering alone in the twilight,
Thinking of I miss you,
My face feels cold,
I don’t know if it’s tears or rain...
Your smile,
is like rain The new flowers are like wild chrysanthemums in the wind.
No need to decorate with pink and white,
No need to wear brocade clothes.
A slight movement can
cause butterflies to fly;
a faint smile can
cause birds to return to their crows.
Smiling your tenderness,
is deeply engraved in my heart,
overflowing the heart box opened only for you,
Treasure it for a long time.
Carve your smile on the pillow,
Just look at each other before going to sleep,
Then there is a tacit understanding in the dream,
< p> With the peaceful state of mind that listens to the waves.Your smile,
is like a warm sun in the cold winter,
warm and comfortable;
like a ray of beauty in the morning Gorgeous halo,
Elegant and subtle;
Like a fragrant and blooming rose,
Delicate and soft,
Sing to the energy and passion deep within my soul.