Beautiful Christmas Eve in Grass Poems

1. When you wake up in the morning, all the beautiful green leaves and corners of your mouth radiate your rare smile. Ann-I turned around and saw you standing behind the wheat wave and waving to me. Huang Chengcheng's world is showing off. I see your nose, your lips, and your voice mixed in the wind and scattered everywhere. Fluffy flocs fell on the palm of your hand, the sound of the wind swayed and the wind chimes sounded together. Irresistible sadness, irrepressible loss. I can't see your eyebrows clearly, but I clearly know that your sadness is like a parabola with a downward opening, passing through a slightly hunched hump. That's weird. I saw your forehead hair and your clothes tilted far and near, and your white shirt bulged like wings after the wind, spreading its wings and preparing to fly. Then I suddenly woke up. I tossed and turned and found a big wet pillow. I see the sky is as white as a fish belly, so dear, let me say good night to you before dawn. She hesitated for a moment, sat quietly, and a tear or two fell on the bad carpet. I learned to knit scarves for the first time, and then marked them with warm cards. That's to show you off. If you can see the continuous friendship embroidered by needle and thread, if you can smell deep thoughts from the gap in space, if … when Della decides to exchange her incredible waterfall hair for Jim's gift, I believe we can all be brave enough to raise our heads and even the sky will smile. Christmas. God heard poetry praise in church, out of my love for my lover. 3. Is "If a match is a turkey" a necessary and sufficient condition for "Then a turkey is equal to a match"? The difference between illusion and reality is that when you are awake, you will be defeated in the face of naked truth. I lit a match. I thought everyone had magic, magical and beautiful. I think it's a relief for the little match girl to see the turkey hobbling towards her with a knife and fork. I think it is a happy compliment for the little match girl to see the dazzling stars singing on the shining Christmas tree. Until I counted the white gas exhaled in my mouth over and over again in the firelight, how many water droplets were connected in mid-air and drew an irregular trajectory. Until I closed my eyes and felt the kiss under the mistletoe, when I opened my eyes carefully, I found nothing but the vast white world. Only then did I realize that magic was just an illusion, which set off the truth like a bubble and became more and more desperate. If ... and then ... a difference. If p is q, it is neither sufficient nor necessary. 4. burst into tears. Then hug my breath tightly. Maggie's gift, at the expense of loss, is too beautiful to be true. Fairy tales of princes and princesses are out of reach. So I never had the courage to touch it. Peter. Pan stretched out his index finger. "Take the second road on the right and go straight ahead until dawn." The road to Neverland. Such a carefree forgotten island. Is it a kind of happiness to completely forget all the memories you don't want to have? Pretend that nothing happened. Can you make it right? Christmas. In such a day with fire and silver, tears will also become a burden. Merry Christmas. The fingers are light and the ending is long and endless. However, when I came to my senses, I only pressed hard on the last point-it was over, and I was relieved. The place where you can't go any further is the sea. It'll all be over. I'm laughing. Merry Christmas, Ann. This is a gift for myself. My lover is a hero on earth, and one day he will marry me on the colorful clouds. I guessed the front, but I couldn't guess the ending. The bell on Christmas Eve is a relief to God. The little match girl finally got her wish and was buried in the snow. A new beginning, an unfinished. At the beginning of the new year, even the elves are quiet. I saw you standing on the other side of Styx. You said, be safe. We'll all be fine. 6. That's all. I put my hands together and prayed piously. "May my life live to praise you; May your law help me. " "I am lost like a dead sheep. Please find a servant, because I won't forget your order. " Pray for the Lord's Redeemer to praise and sing. We moved from one place to another. Finally burst into tears. Honey, how can I be without you? Maggie's matches are soaked with moisture, so a single spark is so extravagant.