Poems about hope

1. "Hope for Tomorrow"

The darkness of night is falling? The streetlights on the street? The street lamps on the streets? I strolled down the street. The pleasant breeze Sis puffed on my face

The light and the breeze drifted into my mind? The boredom of the summer night,? In a moment, quietly dispersed .......?

Stopping between? I looked up at the starry night sky? The moment? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products in the world. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. Tomorrow, tomorrow? When tomorrow's morning sun dispels the darkness

When hope rises with the rising sun? And all of nature's creatures are alive again? Still looking forward to tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow? New hope continues to reappear .....

The dawn of a new era? It is so brilliant? The brilliant dream and new hope mingled? I'm in a great state of mind. The hope of tomorrow

will surely become a reality in the struggle and practical work? The new tomorrow carries new hope ......

2, "Spring Hope"

The dragon's song is pleasant to the ear, urging the spring? The spring sunlight reflects the green color of the willow

Earthworms stretch their backs Breaking ground to take a breath of fresh air

Fish leap out of the water? Bathing in the spring sunshine

Goose shaking their wings and singing along? The birds are looking at the scenery in front of them

Men are calculating their livelihood for the year? The children have long been tired of the dry winter weather. The old people are sitting around the entrance of the alley, holding each other, and the old people are sitting around the entrance of the alley. The old man was sitting in a circle at the entrance of the alley, and the old man was sitting in a circle at the entrance of the alley. The old days are replicated here again? The winds of spring blew in the face

Look! She also hooked the spring rain? The canopy was rubbed with the parting feelings

Spring, spring? You have brought infinite hope to the earth

3. "The Southland of Brahma"

Waking up from the fragrance of the Southland? Open your eyes as dark as the night sky? Raise your eyes to peer into the ever-changing world? The stars are changing

The fish-belly white sky with the clouds rolling in and out? The mountains that rise from the ground to watch the sunrise and sunset? The time has stained the calloused palms of the hands? The white horse has humped away the youthful years of who

The rushing river is not willing to enter the sea after the calm? The winds of the Shang Dynasty, the rains of the Tang Dynasty, the winds and the rains

Leaves against the flowers, the night against the moon, the flowers and the moon? The time has come for you to be born in the city, and the time has come for you to die in the city. The first time I saw this, it was a very good thing that I was so happy to see you. The most important thing is that you can sleep in the clouds in the southern part of the country

Close your eyes as dark as the night sky? The first thing you need to do is to look down at your eyes and see if you can find a way to get to the top of the page.

4, "the old dream"

The old land is like a dream for a few miles? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products in the world. The most important thing to remember is that it's not just about the way you look at it, it's about the way you look at it. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. I'm not going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm going to be able to get a good look at this. The green mountain range stretches for several miles

The letter pen sketches? The stream flows into the piano? ***The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for it. I'm not sure if you're a good person, but I'm a good person. The water is flowing into the piano

***The bridge is long? I'm not sure if I'll be able to get a good look at you, but I'm sure I can. The rain in the small town? The streets of the narrow alleys? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.

These are the old days, the old days of the past, the old days of the past. The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, and you were in the middle of the night. I'm only here for you.

5. The Waiting and Expectation of Autumn Leaves

Autumn is getting deeper and deeper? The shaking of the leaves of the The yellowed leaves of the trees? The collection of the The experience of half a year? The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not going to be able to do anything about it. A piece of fragmented

Like a dream-like memories? The green spring, the red summer? And the yellow colors of autumn? Scarred leaves

Worm-eaten leaves? All of them are the experience of being bruised? Now lost in the waiting? The cold of winter? A flurry of snow? Paint everything white

Covered? Underneath the snow? Is it waiting, is it hoping? Spring? And then there will be a new piece of integrity

6, "the sea"

Life is like a trip to the sea? The only person who can steer the ship is yourself?

This second

The fresh sea breeze will still brush your face? And the next second? The wind and the rain? Lightning and thunder? May push you into uncharted waters

It's a long voyage? And every strong captain? Will eventually conquer the sea

Find your own harbor? People are changeable. Life is also variable

Just like the sea? We have seen the morning light? We have also seen the sunlight on the ground

We are y grateful for the warmth of life? And never afraid of its hideous fear

Life is like a sea? I don't want to want the result?

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Poetry (literary genre)

With a highly condensed language, the image expresses the author's rich emotions, focuses on reflecting the social life and has a certain rhythm and rhyme of the literary genre.

Poetry is a literary genre that expresses feelings and aspirations. According to Mao Poetry - The Great Preface, "Poetry is the place where the will is expressed. In the heart is the will, and speech is poetry." Yan Yu of the Southern Song Dynasty, "Canglang Poetry", said: "Poetry is the chanting of emotions". There is only one kind of art that expresses itself in words, and that is poetry.

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