Smile: it is a facial expression formed by muscles near the two ends of the curved mouth. Smiles can also be found around the eyes. See "Du Xing Smile" below. Poet
Smile: it is a facial expression formed by muscles near the two ends of the curved mouth. Smiles can also be found around the eyes. See "Du Xing Smile" below. Poetry recommendation about smile:
Number one: Your smile.
Your smile
Like a fairy
Twisted with dazzling white clouds
It's a slight wind
light-footed
Not contaminated with a trace of dust
Chapter 2: 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 about smiles
Chapter 3: 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
Chapter Four: 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
Chapter 5: Smile
This morning, I dare not look up at the morning sun.
I can only bend down quietly.
kneel
Watch quietly
A pair of smiling eyes
Every smile of hers.
It hurts my eyes.
I can't see.
The depth of a country's suffering
But I heard it.
A girl in the middle of the night.
I'm listening to a strong song for my mother.
Mother's footsteps are far away.
This is a lamp.
Penetrating stamen
The little girl said
Her smile
This is the best gift for my mother in heaven.
Today, every Chinese character I wrote down.
Are covered with tears
Every line of my trembling poem
Is so fragile
Fragile as a girl's tender hands.
Carrying my father's hoe
Take mom's spatula.
Rub the clothes of a family.
Xiao Lin, you 13 years old.
Who should I flirt with once?
Who are you crying for?
Son, you can't grow up happily.
I'll never stand up.
Because, your smile.
Enough to break the bones of my life
Son, you are in our warm hands.
How can we let you go?
Gentle shoulders
Bear the hardships of starting a family.
Give me your hand, son.
Let's hold your hand.
Look, the flowers in your hand.
Full of sunshine
Everyone around you is.
Hold the sunshine in your hand.
Chapter 6: After the wind passed, we once laughed 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.
When I woke up, I only saw a few rays of light through 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.