What are the poems about Girls’ Day?

1. Poems about Girls’ Day

Poems about Girls’ Day 1. Please tell me about the poetic verses behind Girls’ Day postcards

“Previous Life”

·Flowers bloom in this life" I wish to be the next one

/Experience light and darkness/ Not for this life

Moment/ Just to be with you The eternity of staying together //

I wish to be in the hands of the Bodhisattva

/After thousands of years of chanting sutras/I don’t seek your side for this life/Just to fall in love with you in this life/ / I wish to be a spider under

/ Experience sleeping in the open air / knot

Thousand Layers / Not for your look back in this life /, just to be with you

Intertwined// I wish to be the grass under Bodhi/ experience a thousand confessions of sentient beings/ at your feet/ close to the ground/ not to cross the same boat with you for this life/ only to sleep for the sake of being able

/ / Past life

/ Only for this life’s flowers to bloom for a while / If you go far / I would like to be a wormwood stick under your fingertips / Let you go to the cape

/ I will still be with you at the end of the world // An old piece of mine, I hope it will be helpful to you. Hehe

2. March 7th is Girls’ Day. Are there any poems with girls as the theme?

Water Dragon Yin sub-rhyme chapter Zhi Fu Yang Hua poem is like a flower or not like a flower, it doesn’t matter. It is a pity to fall from teaching. Leaving home on the road, thinking is ruthless and thoughtful. The lingering damage to the soft intestines makes the delicate eyes want to open but also close. The dream travels thousands of miles with the wind, looking for the man's whereabouts, but is still called by the oriole. I don’t hate that these flowers have all flown away, I hate that the red flowers in the West Garden are difficult to decorate. When dawn comes and the rain passes, where are the traces? A pool of broken apples. There are three parts of spring scenery, two parts of dust, and one part of running water. If you look closely, you can see that they are not Yanghua, but the tears of Li Ren. Shengchazi·Yuan Xiu Last year on Yuan Eve, the lights in the flower market were as bright as daytime. The moonlight was on the willow branches, and people were waiting around after dusk. On Yuan Ye this year, the moon and lights are still the same. I can't see anyone from last year, and my spring shirt sleeves are filled with tears.

In this door last year,

the peach blossoms on the faces reflected each other.

I don’t know where the human face is going,

The peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.

3. Please give me a poem for girls on Girls’ Day. It can take about 3 or 4 minutes to read.

The weather is cold and the clothes are thin, but the beautiful lady leaning on the bamboo has fragrant sleeves. .

Zhu Guanjin Ru chatted all day long, chatting leisurely about Yongxian’s still lingering sorrow. Lu Nu is dancing on a boat, and Chan Juan is dancing under the cool moon.

In the evening, the orioles are silent and the swallows are silent, and the shadows are rippling on the blue waves... ··············································· ... Year by year, your generation of teenagers is getting tired easily····································· ··············································· ... I am willing to live in Feng Pavilion and enjoy the good things. Young master is happy to stay in Mingke. Your husband will take this responsibility... ··············································· ··············································· ····Composed a new sentence for the old years. The rain and snow have gone away over the years. I am thinking of serving the country. I heard the master's words and I am happy to move in the breeze. How can I describe it? You think about it.

4. Are there any poems suitable for recitation on Girls’ Day?

You are spring

A grand escape

Dusk.

It will be dusk before dusk

A few burning lilies

Close the distance between cold and heat

The tall metasequoia forest. Unable

To save the crow’s holy feathers

Carrying hundreds of poems, they have already become moldy

Prepare for a grand escape

Just stepped out The first step is to fall into your heart. Thus completes

an ending without climax

this summer. Too hasty

This summer, too hasty

After a few heavy rains

it ended in a hurry. Just like us back then

At night, the heavy rain began to roar

One leaf died, two leaves were seriously injured

Three leaves disappeared without a trace

I'm sitting on a black cloud. Looking anxious

The long-planned lightning struck the left eye

From then on, the world began to blur

You are the spring

An old and young story. Carrying the unyieldingness of the sharp knife and the gentleness of cotton on my back

I felt the power of time during the days of exile

The wings of a butterfly are no more beautiful than a spring dream More beautiful

But possessing earth-shaking domineering power. The dream

became a little evil. Thornbird, one song is enough to destroy a person's life

It took me twenty years to swim across a river with rapids and undercurrents

< p> Sorrow is like an urgent cry for help, swift and unruly

I don’t know whether to stay or move on

An unbearable fate is a disguised dislocation

Looking back In an instant, I realized that you are spring

After the spring rain

I left the matter of writing poems for you to yesterday

to the night when the fireflies were shining and the stars were shining.

The lost princess found comfort from a stone

The moonlight was as scattered as her gloomy and sad eyes

Give artificial respiration to the drowning butterfly. Or

Make a crooked tree straighten its back

This is the reason that always moves you

A book of poems stuffed into the soil. After the spring rain

little lovesick flowers bloom

A morning without dawn

The fading sunshine. The figure of fallen leaves is mottled

My love is stranded on the window lattice of time

Time has blurred our weak past since then

Who cares about the eternal distance in the city

Flowers filled with tears. Treasured in your diary

I thought a man dressed in purple would come on the moon

That’s why I hugged the branch. Five hundred years of waiting

Waiting for you to look back unintentionally