Poems about caring for orphans

2. Orphan Poetry

Poems about orphans 1. Poetry about orphans

The road to orphans

Year: Korea Author: Han Anonymous

Orphans,

Soliton meets life,

Lonely life is painful.

When parents are around,

Take a hard car,

Riding horses.

My parents have left,

My brother and sister-in-law let me do what I want.

South to Jiujiang,

East to Qi and Lu.

The twelfth lunar month is back,

I dare not talk to myself.

There are a lot of lice on the head,

His face is covered with dust.

Eldest brother promised to cook,

Sister-in-law is whatever she says.

Go to gaotang,

All right, go to your highness's hall.

The orphan was in tears.

Let me swim,

The water will return at dusk.

The hand is wrong,

Step one is nothing.

I put cream on it,

Tribulus terrestris

Pull out the sausage meat of tribulus terrestris,

Feel sad.

Tears,

Tears are heavy.

There is no recovery in winter,

There is no light clothing in summer.

Life is unhappy,

Why don't you go earlier,

Come down from the ground.

Spring pneumatic,

Grass bud.

Raise silkworms in March,

Harvest melons in June.

This will be a melon car,

Go home.

Guache, repeat.

Few people helped me,

There are many people who spit melons.

Can I get my pedicle back,

My brother and sister-in-law are very strict.

Lonely and in a hurry,

When the school plans.

Chaos yue:

What happened to Jong Li,

I want to send a ruler book,

Will work with underground parents,

It is difficult for brothers and sisters to get along for a long time.

I urgently need a poem about orphans.

orphan

There must be a way.

Accept my wandering footsteps

There must be a river.

The water in my veins

A day without oxygen

I grow green plants.

Even if you are a magical wizard.

Don't touch my crystal privacy.

Don't try to rape me.

I was walking in the street.

The world has become a philosophy.

Test me in a three-dimensional way

Look at my bones.

Blood vessels and even heart rate.

This is not the structure of modern people.

I found a drop of morning dew.

Collect a dream of spring

Collect brilliant sunshine

Women in silk clothes are all over the moon.

Singing and dancing lightly, singing at a low salary.

Become the knife of love

I looked at the snowflake.

White and deep pain

You're not at the right time.

Why did you give me saliva?

I please life.

Life is made of hard branches.

Hit me.

You are not a knife.

Why do you want to carve words on my soul tree?

I want to use my eyes as a compass.

Predicting the universe and human beings

Spiritual and material

Flowers and fruits, man and beast

Ultimate cipher coefficient

But I lack a piece of land.

A fig leaf

Even a complete name.

Eventually I will be an orphan.

3. The poem describes himself as an orphan, and the six brothers don't rely on it.

1, the song of the king of langya

Southern and Northern Dynasties: Anonymous

Dongshan looks at the west water, and the water flows between rocks.

Most of the dead men are married, and the orphans are pitiful.

2. Langtaosha

Song Dynasty: Du Anshi

It's spring dusk again. Falling flowers and flying catkins. Zigui cried and heartbroken, swinging in the courtyard, red flags and colored ropes, and light smoke sheltering from the wind and rain.

Miss and miss each other. Diane's eyebrows grew together, and Bichi was scared to sleep in a mandarin duck. At first, it was easy to fly away. Hate orphans and lovers.

3. Yu Louchun (jealous of the degree of Changchun Palace's Qi Yi)

Song Dynasty: Wang Yuanliang

Hyun-chun was a wise emperor for ten years. I didn't see Song Jialing. Leave Jiangque temporarily and fly over the Yellow River.

The immortals are boiling in Changchun Palace. Today's family benefits are a taboo. A little Confucianism worships everything, and orphans and widows shed tears.

4. Sadness and sorrow

Tang Dynasty: Meng Yunqing

Orphans go to be kind to their relatives, but distant guests lose their owners. Who can bear to smell this song without singing a bitter song?

You can smell it, but you can't say it. Let's go and never say goodbye. Pedestrians look forward to the future, not to participate in activities.

Often bitter and hungry in the morning, often bitter and hungry at night. Wandering thousands of miles, poverty is more right and wrong.

Teenagers don't travel far, and they don't return.

5. Jin Dynasty

Tang Dynasty: Xu Yin

III had a profound plan to inspire Dickie, the poor widow and orphan. Sin belongs to Ji Cheng, and God hates it.

It's always sad to commit a crime alone. Bashu was razed to the ground as light as paper, but it was beautiful to be swallowed up by Wu.

Who knows that a high nose can count, competing to sweep the flag to the Central Plains.

I urgently need a poem about orphans.

orphan

There must be a way.

Accept my wandering footsteps

There must be a river.

The water in my veins

A day without oxygen

I grow green plants.

Even if you are a magical wizard.

Don't touch my crystal privacy.

Don't try to rape me.

I was walking in the street.

The world has become a philosophy.

Test me in a three-dimensional way

Look at my bones.

Blood vessels and even heart rate.

This is not the structure of modern people.

I found a drop of morning dew.

Collect a dream of spring

Collect brilliant sunshine

Women in silk clothes are all over the moon.

Singing and dancing lightly, singing at a low salary.

Become the knife of love

I looked at the snowflake.

White and deep pain

You're not at the right time.

Why did you give me saliva?

I please life.

Life is made of hard branches.

Hit me.

You are not a knife.

Why do you want to carve words on my soul tree?

I want to use my eyes as a compass.

Predicting the universe and human beings

Spiritual and material

Flowers and fruits, man and beast

Ultimate cipher coefficient

But I lack a piece of land.

A fig leaf

Even a complete name.

Eventually I will be an orphan.

I urgently need a poem about orphans.

Orphans must have a road to accommodate my wandering footsteps. There must be a river to supply the water in my veins. When there is no oxygen, I plant green plants. Even if you were a magical wizard, you would never touch my crystal privacy or rape me. I walked in the street and the world became a philosophy. I tested it in three dimensions. I found that my bones, blood vessels and even my heart rate are not the structure of modern people. I found the morning dew series. With a spring dream and a sunny harvest, women in silk clothes are everywhere in the moonlight, singing lightly and dancing with low salary, becoming the sharp knife of love. I see snowflakes, a kind of white and deep pain. Why don't you give me saliva if it's not timely? I please life, but life hits me with stiff branches. You are not a knife. Why did you carve words on my soul tree? I want to use my eyes as a compass to predict the ultimate password coefficient of the universe and human spiritual and material flowers and fruits, but I lack a piece of land, a fig leaf and even a complete name, and eventually I will become an orphan.

6. Ask for a poem for an orphan

Not all life,

You can move when you leave;

Not all life,

Can bear hardships when alive;

But,

On this night,

All my life,

A nightmare of suffering;

Do you know that?/You know what?

Also tonight,

Just now, where were you going,

It turned out to be so panic! ! !

Lord of heaven in my dream,

The weeping soul clings to you;

Did you reach out your sacred hand,

Guide those lost souls to walk?

I know that crying is for greater laughter;

I know that pain is for greater happiness;

So I know my life will stop crying tomorrow.

Tomorrow I will take a strong step because of hope! ! ! ! 1

Poems about orphans 1. Orphan poetry

The road to orphans

Year: Korea Author: Han Anonymous

Orphans,

Soliton meets life,

Lonely life is painful.

When parents are around,

Take a hard car,

Riding horses.

My parents have left,

My brother and sister-in-law let me do what I want.

South to Jiujiang,

East to Qi and Lu.

The twelfth lunar month is back,

I dare not talk to myself.

There are a lot of lice on the head,

His face is covered with dust.

Eldest brother promised to cook,

Sister-in-law is whatever she says.

Go to gaotang,

All right, go to your highness's hall.

The orphan was in tears.

Let me swim,

The water will return at dusk.

The hand is wrong,

Step one is nothing.

I put cream on it,

Tribulus terrestris

Pull out the sausage meat of tribulus terrestris,

Feel sad.

Tears,

Tears are heavy.

There is no recovery in winter,

There is no light clothing in summer.

Life is unhappy,

Why don't you go earlier,

Come down from the ground.

Spring pneumatic,

Grass bud.

Raise silkworms in March,

Harvest melons in June.

This will be a melon car,

Go home.

Guache, repeat.

Few people helped me,

There are many people who spit melons.

Can I get my pedicle back,

My brother and sister-in-law are very strict.

Lonely and in a hurry,

When the school plans.

Chaos yue:

What happened to Jong Li,

I want to send a ruler book,

Will work with underground parents,

It is difficult for brothers and sisters to get along for a long time.

I urgently need a poem about orphans.

orphan

There must be a way.

Accept my wandering footsteps

There must be a river.

The water in my veins

A day without oxygen

I grow green plants.

Even if you are a magical wizard.

Don't touch my crystal privacy.

Don't try to rape me.

I was walking in the street.

The world has become a philosophy.

Test me in a three-dimensional way

Look at my bones.

Blood vessels and even heart rate.

This is not the structure of modern people.

I found a drop of morning dew.

Collect a dream of spring

Collect brilliant sunshine

Women in silk clothes are all over the moon.

Singing and dancing lightly, singing at a low salary.

Become the knife of love

I looked at the snowflake.

White and deep pain

You're not at the right time.

Why did you give me saliva?

I please life.

Life is made of hard branches.

Hit me.

You are not a knife.

Why do you want to carve words on my soul tree?

I want to use my eyes as a compass.

Predicting the universe and human beings

Spiritual and material

Flowers and fruits, man and beast

Ultimate cipher coefficient

But I lack a piece of land.

A fig leaf

Even a complete name.

Eventually I will be an orphan.

I urgently need a poem about orphans.

Orphans must have a road to accommodate my wandering footsteps. There must be a river to supply the water in my veins. When there is no oxygen, I plant green plants. Even if you were a magical wizard, you would never touch my crystal privacy or rape me. I walked in the street and the world became a philosophy. I tested it in three dimensions. I found that my bones, blood vessels and even my heart rate are not the structure of modern people. I found a drop of morning dew. With the dream of spring and the bright sun, there are silk-clad women everywhere in the moonlight, singing lightly and singing at a low salary, becoming the sharp knife of love. I see snowflakes, a kind of white and deep pain. Why don't you give me saliva if it's not timely? I please life, but life hits me with stiff branches. You are not a knife. Why did you carve words on my soul tree? I want to use my eyes as a compass to predict the ultimate password coefficient of the universe and human spiritual and material flowers and fruits, but I lack a piece of land, a fig leaf and even a complete name, and eventually I will become an orphan.

I urgently need a poem about orphans.

orphan

There must be a way.

Accept my wandering footsteps

There must be a river.

The water in my veins

A day without oxygen

I grow green plants.

Even if you are a magical wizard.

Don't touch my crystal privacy.

Don't try to rape me.

I was walking in the street.

The world has become a philosophy.

Test me in a three-dimensional way

Look at my bones.

Blood vessels and even heart rate.

This is not the structure of modern people.

I found a drop of morning dew.

Collect a dream of spring

Collect brilliant sunshine

Women in silk clothes are all over the moon.

Singing and dancing lightly, singing at a low salary.

Become the knife of love

I looked at the snowflake.

White and deep pain

You're not at the right time.

Why did you give me saliva?

I please life.

Life is made of hard branches.

Hit me.

You are not a knife.

Why do you want to carve words on my soul tree?

I want to use my eyes as a compass.

Predicting the universe and human beings

Spiritual and material

Flowers and fruits, man and beast

Ultimate cipher coefficient

But I lack a piece of land.

A fig leaf

Even a complete name.

Eventually I will be an orphan.

5. The poem describes himself as an orphan, and the six brothers don't rely on it.

1, the song of the king of langya

Southern and Northern Dynasties: Anonymous

Dongshan looks at the west water, and the water flows between rocks.

Most of the dead men are married, and the orphans are pitiful.

2. Langtaosha

Song Dynasty: Du Anshi

It's spring dusk again. Falling flowers and flying catkins. Zigui cried and heartbroken, swinging in the courtyard, red flags and colored ropes, and light smoke sheltering from the wind and rain.

Miss and miss each other. Diane's eyebrows grew together, and Bichi was scared to sleep in a mandarin duck. At first, it was easy to fly away. Hate orphans and lovers.

3. Yu Louchun (jealous of the degree of Changchun Palace's Qi Yi)

Song Dynasty: Wang Yuanliang

Hyun-chun was a wise emperor for ten years. I didn't see Song Jialing. Leave Jiangque temporarily and fly over the Yellow River.

The immortals are boiling in Changchun Palace. Today's family benefits are a taboo. A little Confucianism worships everything, and orphans and widows shed tears.

4. Sadness and sorrow

Tang Dynasty: Meng Yunqing

Orphans go to be kind to their relatives, but distant guests lose their owners. Who can bear to smell this song without singing a bitter song?

You can smell it, but you can't say it. Let's go and never say goodbye. Pedestrians look forward to the future, not to participate in activities.

Often bitter and hungry in the morning, often bitter and hungry at night. Wandering thousands of miles, poverty is more right and wrong.

Teenagers don't travel far, and they don't return.

5. Jin Dynasty

Tang Dynasty: Xu Yin

III had a profound plan to inspire Dickie, the poor widow and orphan. Sin belongs to Ji Cheng, and God hates it.

It's always sad to commit a crime alone. Bashu was razed to the ground as light as paper, but it was beautiful to be swallowed up by Wu.

Who knows that a high nose can count, competing to sweep the flag to the Central Plains.