管理员关于家的外国现代诗歌 家，对我们而言，是叶落所能回归的.根;是孤雁所能向往的巢;是江河所能拥抱的海;是航船所能依靠的岸。家是我们温馨的港湾。以下是关于家的外国现代诗歌，欢迎阅读。 关于家的外国现代诗歌1 The home has more than a thousand years. scar ……
关于家的外国现代诗歌
家，对我们而言，是叶落所能回归的.根;是孤雁所能向往的巢;是江河所能拥抱的海;是航船所能依靠的岸。家是我们温馨的港湾。以下是关于家的外国现代诗歌，欢迎阅读。
关于家的外国现代诗歌1
The home has more than a thousand years.
scar
I walk my life with it.
In the spring and autumn winter and summer
I'm holding it through the years.
bie
The scar is deeply rooted in the body.
Under the heart
The scar and the cheek cannot cover it.
Hide it
I look at it in my heart.
Ge leave
You can't take it off with it.
caring
After all, it's a shame.
scar
After all, it makes the day short.
Decent talk
This millennium is ugly.
scar
Let my feet go to the world.
Want to scar
The scar made me see the neighborhood.
Face lights up
It's hard to keep the rain going.
And under the
There are so many of them.
So much fear
I want to change my family and be afraid of plastic surgery.
Tweezers shear knife and fork
The long clay bowl refused.
Put down the
The shortsighted eye for killing the goose that lays the eggs makes the poor.
Home every year
The idea of a year in a year is to let the bottle.
Speak for the lazy
The country sold the cattle.
Now the flower
It is a pity that a hundred mu of mulberry garden is full of roots.
Every slope Wa
A home of ignorance and ignorance.
Old school and sloth are like giving.
magic
I can't lift that scar for myself.
Under the sad heart
I wore my old coat for the old parents.
Surface flatness
You can't take it away.
Under the heart
I haven't changed my clothes.
Give up it
The one that affected my hometown.
scar
Sooner or later, somebody needs to get rid of it.
I'm looking forward to the new meat breeding home.
One day he was humiliated.
关于家的外国现代诗歌2
In the afternoon
The sun was rolling in the sky.
The sun was sprinkled on the clean ground.
They looked like the eyes of a few tearful flowers.
It was like a heap of glowing white fire.
The casement window was burned.
The smell of sunshine.
The smell of solid wood rosin.
There was also the smell of paper smell from the old house shelves.
The old cat was sleeping on his chair.
It's getting old
It never seemed to wake up.
The dream is full of butterflies.
Two or three jumps between the calla lily.
Suddenly high and low, came and went, and came again.
Never leave the old cat's butterfly.
The hostess is usually sewing at this time.
Her man is far away.
She will wait for him.
She will wait for him to come back and put on his new cloth shoes.
Because of that thousand layers of shoes that the woman wanted to say to the man.
She has to put a man's mind on it.
Tether the house