Thanksgiving English poetry

Never cry?

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.