Are there any poems about caring for life? Emergency!!

I praise life.

Some people say: life is short, like a flash in the pan. But what is valuable is the splendor and brilliance of the present.

Some people say: life is fragile, and diseases and tribulations ......are devouring the tenacity of life. But he struggled in pain, in the struggle to find hope. It has never feared the vastness of the universe, much less death. Even if death does come, it will face it calmly.

Life, firm faith, indomitable spirit.

Life is a thick book, only the front and back covers are designed by others, and the content needs to be written by yourself, if there is no sweat of struggle, then it will be a boring book.

Life is a river, sometimes muddy, sometimes clear. Only the twists and turns of the river are the twists and turns of life.

It is true that there are setbacks in life, and there are tears. But it is precisely because of these trials that we have moved from naivety to maturity and to success.

I marvel at the confidence in life.

The value of life lies in dedication.

Plant a tree and leave the fruit for posterity.

Life, a song that is always worth celebrating.

2 years.

The sky is about to be in the morning, and the thunder is rolling and shaking the soul of the faithful.

Zhenzhong Soul: Pour out blood for the benefit of all people.

Bear liver and tiger guts are still in good news.

Good news: Today's boy, a great man of the Ming Dynasty.

3 middle age.

The day is about to be noon, and the journey is rugged.

Ren Qi: Wen can descend the dragon, and Wu can subdue the tiger.

Millions of strong men came out of the sky and beat the drums of heaven for me.

Beat the drum: destroy the withering and decaying, and the momentum is like a bamboo.

4 years.

The sky is about to be twilight, and the end of the world is broken by the railing.

Tianya Road: The sun is thin in the west mountain, and the river goes east.

Moving like flowing water, quiet as jade, the heavens persuade me to live on the edge of the sky.

Living on the edge of the sky: Yaotai is a dream, and it is enlightened.

A hymn to life.

Life is a small stream, from snow-capped mountains or underground springs, meandering through lofty mountains, grasslands and valleys, screaming and jumping towards the blue sea;

Life is an evergreen vine, absorbing the nourishment of the earth, bathed in the moisture of sunshine and rain, silently and quietly showing its green branches and green leaves on the hillside meadows and cliffs;

Life is a flowing beam of light, burning itself to the fullest and fiery, decorating the firmament, and finally merging into other objects in the form of energy;

Life is an endless cave, in which strange rocks, winding paths lead to seclusion, heavy roads and waters, and there are caves, which is always a fascinating, but confusing mystery scene.

Life is a sheep's intestine path, bypassing thorns in the overgrown weeds, bypassing the pits on the gravel slopes, winding through the green hills and beside the green waters.

Life is a mystery, a mystery that people in the red dust can never solve.

There is nothing nobler and greatest in life than to explore it!

There is nothing more meaningful in life than the study of life!

There is nothing more exciting in life than the reverence for life!

There is nothing more calming in life than to follow the trajectory of life!

Maybe my thin body is like a climbing kudzu vine, unable to grasp the future of my own destiny, then please listen to my voice in the miserable wind and rain, still whispering repeatedly: love life.

Maybe after the fierce struggle of life, I will die more peacefully than the lake.

Then please go to the cemetery and look for my inscription, which is still inscribed: Love life.

I have made up my mind: to use pain as a weight, and I have confidence: to use life as a scale.

I want to proclaim the value of a person's life, and I want future generations to follow my example: love life.

Indeed, I cherish what belongs to me.

It was through this winding path that I realized that life was so difficult.

I walked barefoot like a wanderer, feeling the hardness of the edges and corners of the rocks along the way, and the thorns that stood in my way.

It leaves a trail of blood on every step I take.

I walked bareback like a beggar, knowing deep that the hunger and cold in the winter wind and snow, and the scorching heat of the poisonous sun in summer, made me cherish every trace of warmth a hundred times.

But I have a personality that challenges the old forces, and even though I have been defeated, I will not take it lightly.

I have been able to live tenaciously and live until now because I believe in the future and love life.

Wang Guozhen, I don't think about it.

Whether it can be successful.

Since you have chosen the distance.

Just take care of the wind and rain.

I don't think about it. Whether you can win love.

Since I love roses.

and be brave enough to confide in sincerity.

I don't think about it. Will there be a cold wind and rain behind you?

Since the goal is horizon.

All that is left to the world is the back.

I don't think about it. Will the future be flat or muddy.

Just love life.

Everything is expected.

Cherish life.

One, we are a seed planted by our mother.

Like a lotus seed that has been sleeping for a thousand years.

Just get sunshine and rain.

It will sprout and grow with hope.

Mom told me

Be sure to continue the dream of the earth.

Second, if you have never despised a tenacious grass.

If you would also praise a hardworking little bee.

Then please don't feel inferior to your ordinary self either.

in arid deserts.

Why don't we be a cactus without regrets.

In the fertile hills.

We will also grow into towering trees.

Three, you may be tolerant of your parents.

Be tolerant of your friends.

Be forgiving to your children and your loved ones.

Then you have to be tolerant of this society.

Be tolerant of the shadows of this world.

Fourth, don't always doubt the value of your own existence.

If you believe in it – what you have is a heart of gold.

Then please believe it.

Wherever you walk a**.

It's all an intangible, beautiful landscape.

Cherish life. Cherish your soul even more.

Five flowers withered.

The wild grass is still growing wildly.

The hunter left.

The jackal bullies the weak lambs.

Don't extinguish the faint candlelight.

Maybe there is a pedestrian who longs to see the light.

On the road that night.

The truth of life.

Whoever sows a seed in the spring will reap a truth in the fall. You may not believe it, but look at the following facts—how does an ordinary seed become a truth?

You see: - the seed sprouts in the soil and transmits life to the shoot;

The shoots grew up in the rain and dew, and gave life to the branches and leaves;

The branches and leaves flourished in the sun, losing life to flowers;

Flowers withered in the wind and rain, pouring life into fruit;

When the fruit finally ripened, it gave its life to mankind.

In this way, although the old man did not speak, there is a truth preaching: the value of life lies in dedication; And the eternity of life.

LifeLife begins with your own crying.

Ends in someone else's tears.

The time in between is called happiness.

When a man lives, he weeps and weeps.

The voice is neither sad nor bitter.

Crying for the country and the people.

The death of a man makes people shed tears of honesty.

Count them, and those are the pearls of the value of life.

On September 9, Xuanwu Mountain traveled to overlook.

Tang) Lu Zhaolin.

On September 9, I looked at the mountains and rivers and looked at the wind and smoke.

Drink Jinhua wine together in other places, and share the sorrow of the wild goose.

Longfellow: "Ode to Life".

1Don't say to me in a sad tone, life is but an empty dream!

Know that sleeping souls are dead, and things are not what they seem.

Not joy, not sorrow, is the path we are destined to take, or the end, but in fact, every tomorrow.

will take us further than today.

There are three poems entitled "Cherish Life":

1. A green pine stands on the cliff.

The breeze does not blow down.

It can't blow down the mighty pine.

Blowing to the edge of the plain.

The cliff listened.

Your call to life.

Listen to your dedication to life.

I can't forget it, I can't let it go.

The noise in the woods.

The lightness of the creek.

Tell you to remember him.

The figure of the rain in the shape of the wind.

Lonely standing and watching.

Don't bend over the edge of the cliff.

He has always stood in the valley of death without fear of his feet.

Spread their wings.

Tell people. You want to fly.

Tell the world. Life is precious.

2. If life could start over.

My elders, my friends.

Sail to meet the sails of life.

Towards the sun's dwelling.

Find the wonder of life.

Don't leave too much sadness behind.

Don't let the living grieve for you anymore.

If only life could start anew.

My dear friends.

Please keep your eyes on the goal and move forward bravely.

The scenery on the way is charming.

Why should we covet a momentary temperament?

Can alcohol and tobacco be equivalent to life?

If only life could be restarted.

My uncle at heart

Tell a loved one who is alive.

Tell them about the depths of the sun.

The sky is still clear.

Soothe them and stop crying for you.

Warn them—

The smell of wine freezes your steps.

Alcohol stops your breathing.

If life allows for a new beginning.

Will you still dedicate your life to wine?

We need to cherish this precious life even more.

Walk in sync with the sunset.

Let's set off for a new beginning.

3. Life is so precious, it makes you survive without giving up.

Life is so emaciated that you jump off a building and self-destruct.

Life is full of tribulations, and tribulations are books that make you catch up!

Life is fate, so that you live and die together.

Ah, friend, don't despise life, throw it away and never get it back.

Ah, friend, cherish life, you are the only one in the universe!

Life is so fragile that it is produced in love a hundred times over.

If you throw away casually, love your life for pain and sorrow!

Friends, friends, happy every day, life shines brightly every time.

One, we are a seed planted by our mother.

Like a lotus seed that has been sleeping for a thousand years.

Just get sunshine and rain.

It will sprout and grow with hope.

Mom told me

Be sure to continue the dream of the earth.

Second, if you have never despised a tenacious grass.

If you would also praise a hardworking little bee.

Then please don't feel inferior to your ordinary self either.

in arid deserts.

Why don't we be a cactus without regrets.

In the fertile hills.

We will also grow into towering trees.

Three, you may be tolerant of your parents.

Be tolerant of your friends.

Be forgiving to your children and your loved ones.

Then you have to be tolerant of this society.

Be tolerant of the shadows of this world.

Fourth, don't always doubt the value of your own existence.

If you believe in it – what you have is a heart of gold.

Then please believe it.

Wherever you walk a**.

It's all an intangible, beautiful landscape.

Cherish life. Cherish your soul even more.

Five flowers withered.

The wild grass is still growing wildly.

The hunter left.

The jackal bullies the weak lambs.

Don't extinguish the faint candlelight.

Maybe there is a pedestrian who longs to see the light.

On the road that night.

Life is a leaf in the wind.

When I was born, the spores first bloomed, so delicate and lovely.

The sun caresses, the rain baptizes, and the leaves are gradually verdant and dripping.

The breeze blows, dancing branches, and spins joyfully in the wind.

As the years passed, the leaf in the wind eventually became a dead leaf, barely hanging on the branches.

Day after day, I was terrified, and I was always afraid of being blown off by the wind.

However, one day, the dead leaves will fall back into the soil, slowly rot, and gradually melt ...... in the rain

However, I have no regrets about saying goodbye to life at any time.

This is not because of the hardships and sufferings of life, but because the essence of life lies in death.

Therefore, only those who are happy to live can truly not feel the pain of death. To enjoy life, you need to pay attention to the method.

I think I enjoy twice as much life as others, because the joy of life depends on how much we care about life.

Especially at this moment, when I don't have much time to live, the more I want to increase the weight of life.

I want to hurry up and catch the fleeting days;

I want to make up for the time that has passed by .

The shorter my remaining life is, the more I want to make it abundant.

Cherish life and stay away from danger.

I went to find Wang Guozhen's poetry collection, there are many of them.

It was born, and Jad was sent to the beginning, and only after that.

Life is a beautiful song.

That grand sound fills the universe.

Life is a big stage.

With colorful melodies.

Decorate a beautiful life.

Love life. Rain and dew moisten the thirsty land.

Sunlight shines around every corner.

Let's imagine the hymn of life.

Brush away the sorrow that has been depressed in the bottom of my heart.

Exquisite medals are carved at every moment.

Love life. Light a giant torch in the dark.

After the rain, the sky is a brilliant rainbow.

The fragrance is seductive and composes a moving chapter.

The green willow and poplar are filled with a refreshing fragrance.

The land of recovery will be another scene.