Kneeling and begging Modern poems with the theme of Thanksgiving and Love 5

Introduction: I think the greatness of a person's life lies in the ordinary love embodied in the little things of life, the passing of the annual rings may make you old, but what remains unchanged is still your love to care for others, a sincere heart to help others, the following is my collection of modern poems of gratitude, welcome to read!

When the sun tears through the night fog, it erupts.

The whistle bell of the white dove woke up the sleeping monastery.

So, the crisp bell rang in the morning sky.

The sound of chanting along with the golden drum.

Brushing away the obstacle to sobriety.

All living beings open their eyes at this moment.

It's not just about smiling.

Perhaps, those unsatisfactory will still follow.

Perhaps, those who grow beans do not necessarily get beans.

Those who grow melons do not necessarily get melons.

Perhaps, the catastrophe is not far away.

Perhaps, hunger and cold are still raging on the other side of the mountains and seas.

Perhaps, you stumble down in the middle of the road and passers-by ignore it.

Perhaps, there are many, many more.

Nevertheless. The sun still rises in the east and sets in the west.

Push open the window door. The mountains are still verdant, and the trees are still green.

The birds are still flying, and the flowers are still shining.

Listen, the temple bells are still ringing crisply.

I couldn't help but fold my hands.

Thanks to us'The kingdom is still in harmony.

I am grateful that my parents and relatives are still safe and healthy.

Thank you that the blue sky is still so clear.

Thanks to the creek that flows through it is still so clear.

Thanks for the wonderful everything.

Thanks also for the ups and downs.

With a grateful heart.

Treat all the good and bad fortunes.

With a grateful heart.

Look at the mountains, the mountains have love.

Look at the water, the water is meaningful.

The moonlight is still there. My heart is different from the gratitude of the past.

People are still those.

The things are still those.

Not with the blood of the heart.

Boiling and boiling. Plain water is not drunk.

Simple plain water.

It tastes. It's everything.

Those who have a heart will understand.

Those who have love will understand.

Loving, grateful people will do it.

My extended family.

A big family I love.

Thank you to all the loving and grateful people.

With you. The world will bloom in dreamy colors.

With you. The world will be filled with thanksgiving.

I am grateful.

I can be with you in the end.

Walk through this journey.

Yesterday. It's also like a dream that embraces the sky.

Out of reach. I endure the scorching sun.

Imagine. A cup of joe.

Pattern sprinkled on snowflakes.

Mind. Like the take-off and landing of an airplane.

Some are weightless. Feel.

than a show in a drunken house.

More realistic. Maybe from now on.

My concern. It will look like a passenger plane in a thick fog.

A little confused. But you're there.

The course is there.