In a fatal accident
There is so much pain in the body,
Really want to die,
But I never want to cry
When dealing with things in life
Suffer so much pain
Sometimes I want to commit suicide.
But I never want to cry
Then why?
On a lonely and cold night,
Without my silly girl around.
Such bitter happiness
Makes me want to cry
Facing mother's concerned eyes
Be ashamed to lie.
So only in dreams.
Can I cry?
thank you
Tomorrow is an important day for me.
We walked hand in hand along the seaside.
A good memory always reminds me of it.
There is nothing to replace it.
Kindness is your normal way of treating people.
Yes, I often get your favor without preparation.
Friends around me
You are really the person I should thank most.
Thanksgiving poetry
Thanksgiving is here.
let us
Start right away
Thanksgiving bar
The name was extracted from the brain.
Took tears out of his eyes.
Let the dead go.
From the grave
I pulled it out.
The person next to him was pushed to the right position from near to far.
Oh, we
Air sinking field sheet
Thoughts of gratitude spread throughout the body.
When the tongue touches the upper jaw, it emits words like blue, and the pronunciation is clear and round.
say it out
Miss, the sadness and joy at that time.
Nobody mentioned it.
The one in the circle
A silent crowd
Who will wake up the morning after Thanksgiving?
And take out the forgotten names one by one?
Lovely prophet, he actually
hear nothing of
We've decided.
At thanksgiving next year.
Miss those silent names
Stray Birds
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.
It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.
It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.
A bird wishes to be a cloud.
Cloud is willing to be a bird.
The bird wishes it were a cloud.
The cloud wishes it were a bird.
Dust was insulted, but she repaid it with her flowers.
Dust is insulted, but in return for her flowers.
Bees sip honey from flowers and thank them when they leave the camp.
Flashy butterflies believe that flowers should thank them.
Bees sip honey from flowers and hum their thanks when they leave.
The flashy butterfly believes that flowers should thank him.
About gratitude to mother
My prayers
I want to tell my mother how to love myself on earth.
To face her illness, struggle and conflict and enhance her value.
It's not just her heavy housework or how the river flows.
But how to choose the appropriate path, she will have a real inflation.
Understand the inner healthy life and know how to pay from the income.
Collect all the beauty of a flower and a song.
Because if I help my mother grow up in wisdom and grace
Then, I will feel that I won Andy to fill my position.
So I ask for my guidance, God, and let me do my part.
For my kindest mother's character, love and greatest happiness.
English rose wrote it on Mother's Day.