A poem about gratitude
Grateful red wall jade
We are not afraid of the topic of death.
We calmly and repeatedly spliced these nine strokes.
Like to taste, play and understand the meaning of life.
The ancient sages and sages, in a nutshell, are cautious and pursue the distance.
Only then did Qingming go for an outing, cuju and mowing grass.
Look at the green grass and flowers in the south of the Yangtze River.
It's sunny in the northwest and it's raining cats and dogs.
Blindly prepare, prepare, seize the opportunity
Just like the darkness, ignorance and accident of life.
The picture of the river on the Qingming Festival in Danqing is wonderful for many days.
Replace Ejina's vast frontier with strong winds blowing sand.
My mother's last words clearly echoed in my ears.
The lingering sound clearly shows the joy of improvement.
The most regrettable thing is that my little sister is completely unprepared.
In her mind, she abides by the tall image of fighting against fate.
Being ridiculed by the Qingming scene flowing down.
The loved ones I lost in pain,
They told me that ideal and reality are always different,
Wake up like a dream.
Only God's white wings loom at the top of the willow tree.
Quiet and eternal wind, sunny oasis paradise.
Thanksgiving poem part two
I am grateful for the bluebird flying across the sky.
I can finally accompany you.
Complete this journey
yesterday
Embracing the sky is like dreaming.
cannot reach
I endured the scorching sun.
imagine
a cup of coffee
Patterns splashed on snowflakes
mood
Like the take-off and landing of an airplane.
Some weightlessness
feel
Better than the performance in "Drunk House"
More real
Maybe from now on.
My concern
It will be like a passenger plane in a dense fog.
A little confused
But you're here
The stadium is right here
Thanksgiving poem part 3
Gratitude is that the wind will ring that string of wind chimes wherever it goes.
Make a crisp sound.
Touching the dream string in my heart.
Gratitude is the connection between the two worlds.
Even if you are facing a high mountain.
No matter how hard it is ahead.
You can still see people's eternal smiling faces
Gratitude is a flame in the neon sky.
It's not that clothes can't be seen when the rain is wet.
This gorgeous but full of cold flames.
Bring warmth to people's hearts again and again.
The sun shone through the cracks in the trees.
Like a bright sword
Cut off all the dirt
Just like gratitude spreads warmth to the world.
Thanksgiving poem part four
When the rain stops, the south of the Yangtze River is clear.
Put on a blue coat for the sea;
Because of the purity of the clouds,
Cover the sky with a white carpet.
Thanks to the wind blowing the earth green,
Thanks to the rain that moistens everything,
Thank you for your invitation,
The smile that brought me.
The curtain that had been closed for a long time was opened.
The light irritates my eyes,
I use my hand to keep out the wind,
In the gap between your fingers,
There's you looking up at the windowsill.
Boring time began to pass in a hurry,
Loneliness began to sing,
The lonely figure was also expelled,
Life is full of you,
Where there is you, there will be a smile.
Where there is you, there is hope.
When life is no longer boring,
When life finds its way again,
You left me in a hurry again,
Tell me to stand on my own two feet,
Tell me not to get emotional easily,
Life has a long way to go.
So, I know gratitude,
Thank you for your participation today.
Thank you for every day of your life.
Thanksgiving poem chapter 5
Dreaming back to Huangsha, we are full of youthful dreams and passions.
Say goodbye to the past and wait for the future.
What happened in the past is worth remembering.
The cruelty of reality, the beauty of ideal,
Where you and I should be.
The quiet night sky, with a little starlight,
How many beautiful scenery passed us by.
What washes our hearts,
Calm him down,
Not a ripple.
Going forward for many years,
We are tired, we are tired, and we want to have a rest.
Only to find that the time train has entered the time rift.
Brought us into confusion.
We should run hard and get out of this confusion.
Now it's you. Give me strong legs.
I want to embrace tomorrow,
It's you. Give me long arms.
I want to shout, I want to sing …
You gave me a colorful life.
I'm tired,
You're the one who walked far behind my back.
I'm scared,
You led me through the darkness.
I miss you, I love you,
I can't live without you,
You gave me everything.
Thank god,
Appreciate everything,
But a grateful heart,
Thanks to you,
Through the muddy path,
Full of thorns,
I fell down again and again,
Sting again and again,
Numb again and again.
Tears filled my eyes,
I want to give up moving forward,
You told me again and again,
You can't give up, you must persist.
Every setback,
Every time I fail,
With too much pain,
You encouraged me again and again.
I was young once,
It's so naughty.
I was naive when I was young.
I used to be so young that I made you sad again and again.
You have never complained about everything I have done.
Now that I'm grown up,
Just as the earth gives all the nutrients to the young trees,
Let it grow.
You also gave me all your energy, everything,
It is you,
Woven the wings of dreams with my vicissitudes of life hands.
Want me to fly higher and farther.
You've been making up stories,
Until the end of my life.
Finally, one day,
I left you.
With the wings you knitted for me.
I flew over desolation, thorns and vicissitudes.
I came to my dream Penglai.
You're still there,
Suffer loneliness alone, loneliness.
I turned around and saw tears falling from your eyes.
You turn around and wipe away your tears.
Tears are so crystal clear, like dew, like water drops.
And I still didn't stay.
You smile at me,
But there was a little reluctance in the smile.
I know you don't want me to see you sad,
You keep all the bad things for yourself.
You used to have ink hair,
For me,
Slowly turning white.
I want to repay you. I want to accompany you.
But I know this is not what you want.
Me, step by step.
You, wave to me.
I, go further and further. The figure is getting more and more blurred.
You, still facing me in the same place,
Look at me on tiptoe.
I finally met you,
It's just a blur.
You seem to have seen the moment I left you.
Standing there for a long time, never leaving, never leaving …
Thank god, thank everything,
But the heart of gratitude, only thanks.
You're not with me!
Thanksgiving Poetry Episode 6
The sun shed tears and the night fog burst out.
The whistle of pigeons awakened the sleeping temple.
Then, the clear and bright bell rang through the morning sky.
The chanting of the golden drum
Remove obstacles and sober difficulties
All creatures open their eyes at this moment.
Not only will they be happy.
Perhaps, those disappointments will still follow.
Perhaps, bean growers don't have to have beans.
You don't have to grow melons.
Perhaps, the disaster is not far away.
Perhaps hunger and cold are still raging across the mountains and seas.
Perhaps, you fell on the road and passers-by ignored you.
Maybe there are many possibilities.
ignore
The sun is still rising and setting.
push the window open
The mountains are still green and the trees are still green.
Birds are still flying and flowers are still brilliant.
Listen, the bell of the temple is still ringing.
I can't help putting my hands together.
Thank you, our country is still harmonious.
Thank parents and relatives for their good health.
Thank the blue sky is still so clear.
Thanks for the clean flow.
Thank you for everything.
Thank you for your ups and downs.
Have a grateful heart.
Treat all good luck and misfortune.
With a grateful heart
Look at the mountain, the mountain has feelings.
Look at the water, water is intentional.