作业帮急求有关感恩的中文诗和英文诗
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急求有关感恩的中文诗和英文诗
4月9号之前要的,只有2天啦
4月9号之前要的,只有2天啦
感恩诗
白云飘走的时候
谁会停止流浪
海水拍打着紫百合的梦境
美人鱼在天堂微笑
古老的婚礼 香槟酒的色泽
在罂粟花丛中传递
她的歌声
离去是否存留
希冀的不曾放弃
积雪的森林 麋鹿的圣诞节
美丽的公主已经安睡
传说的夜空中
无数的珠翠无人采摘
时间的巢穴
安琪儿飞翔 羽翼的光芒
穿越巴比伦的花园
安拉是个女人
她的化身不是太阳神
娇滴的千金
沙漠戈壁的罅谷
比宫殿华贵的
河流是生灵的母亲
圣洁的浪花 普泽万物长存
七彩的花容是雨水
光照古埃及艳美的妇人
白云飘走的时候
背影将要远去
海水拍打着紫百合的梦境
美人鱼在天堂微笑
王子的婚礼 香槟酒的色泽
在罂粟花丛中传递
她的歌声
慈母手中线,游子身上衣.
临行密密缝,意恐迟迟归.
谁言寸草心,报得三春晖.
孔子曰：父母在,不远游
恩欲报,怨欲忘;报怨短,报恩长
爸爸妈妈
感谢你们
把我带到了这个
美好的世界
感谢你们
给了我自由的空气
灿烂的阳光
感谢你们
谆谆的教导
殷殷的嘱托
我长大了
而你们却老了
谁言寸草心
报得三春晖
我会向你们献上一片诚挚的孝心
祝你们永远健康
Who would take the time to stop Thanksgiving poem herald stray water lily purple flap with the smiling old dream wedding in paradise Mermaid The color of champagne in her voice transmission poppy flowers were left to keep hoping it never abandon the snow forest elk St. Christmas legend of a beautiful princess has sleep-sky countless hours picking the den Angel Chui no-fly wings Allah through the gardens of Babylon Flemish woman she is not the embodiment of the sun god Jiao bit of a loophole wife desert valley than palace - your mother sanctity of the river is the people's choice on the landscape forever mark Fusawa things light rain ancient Egyptian Yan Mei white woman Background cloud plume of water to be washed away with the dream Mermaid purple lily in heaven smiling prince's wedding champagne color poppy flowers were in the hands of transmission lines of her singing mother, who live far from clothing. Departure trees spaced, Italy may delay the final. Children inch of grass. Won Chun. Confucius said : parents, not wishing to seek their fortunes TU reported that the complaint wishes to forget; Motif short, kindness long Mom and Dad brought me a thank you for this beautiful world, I thank you for the free air, bright sun, thank you for the trust gotten passionately taught me grow old and you still have three who statement inch of grass reportedly presented to you I will Chun sincere wish you could see the arrangement is always healthy
★感恩生活
情绪像冬天马路上的烟尘
灰暗、污浊、发黄,甚至烦躁
尽管我很勤奋,锄头挖掘过的地方
没有发现一块成熟的番薯
别说诗歌了,诗歌的田园偶然会长草
偶然会给昆虫做窝
寻找一块开满鲜花的稻田
从广州到东莞,汽车下高速
一只西蜀的荆棘鸟
从我的背上挖走12粒有毒的草籽
我仰天长笑,内心淤塞的河流疏通了
激流滚滚东去
不是所有不快乐的人都能
获得一只飞鸟的拯救
我该感恩生活
它那只喜欢搬弄风雨的手
并未将我推下绝望的烟水湖里
★我们说起过去
种下一块稻田
要翻过一座高高的山
祖宗的墓群和树林里的飞鸟
坚守各自的巢穴
野白花满山遍野,祖宗不会饥饿
鸟声又苦又瘦
可吃的草籽又苦又瘦
雨水,乘着四月的牛车访问大地
水牛黑色的鼻涕
染黑了麦子金黄的头颅
五月,光滑的镰刀收割不到温饱
我们坐在山坡上仰望灰色云
云像一块巨大的粗麦包
引诱我们纯净的泉水
从童年的草地流失
清晨的闹钟把我吵醒,我感恩,证实我还活着!
我很早跑步去办公室,我感恩,因为我有工作!
几天没上网还有留言,我感恩,说明有人惦记!
工作没做好领导批评,我感恩,是领导看重我
竟夜孤灯剪影萧,视子如蛟,望子腾霄.
悠忽双鬓冷霜飘,春下裙腰,秋上眉梢.
卅二年风雨浪浇,雨霁云消,心事如潮.
念慈母半世辛劳,跪乳羊羔,还报今朝.
他*的爱有一个很热很热的夜晚,
我从梦中醒来,
妈妈正给我扇着扇子,
汗水却湿透了她的衣裳.
啊!他*的爱是清凉的风.
有一个很凉很凉的雨天,
妈妈到学校接我,
一把伞遮在我的头顶,
雨水却打在他*的身上.
啊,他*的爱是遮雨的伞.
有一回我病了,
妈妈抱我去医院.
摸着我很烫很烫的额头,
妈妈着急地哭了.
啊,他*的爱是滴落的泪.
有一天,我打破了暖瓶,
对妈妈又说了谎,
他*的批评叫我脸红,
我不敢抬头看她的眼睛.
啊,他*的爱是责备的目光.
一次老师叫用“最”字造句,
我说：“我最爱妈妈.”
妈妈告诉我：“最该爱的是祖国,
祖国是我们所有人的妈妈.”
It has emotional Thanksgiving life as a gloomy winter dust on the road, dirty, yellow, even though I am hard-ness. No piece of the local mining shovel mature sweet potato let alone poetry. president of the Poetry Foundation, accidental grass insects will do occasionally find a piece of Waterloo in the paddy fields full of flowers from Guangzhou to Dongguan, Comment from the West Sichuan in a high-speed car under my shoulder I won 12 tablets of toxic Seed Emotion. heart blockage of the river rapids and rolling east to clear all the unhappy people can not be the one to save my birds of Thanksgiving It would only like to fiddle with the ups and downs of life will not hand smoke, I pushed under water Huguo capable of despair, we talked about a piece of the past planted to rice After crossing a high mountain ancestors sacrificed 10,000 soldiers; woods and the wasted Valley was literally full of wild birds adhere to their nests. ancestral hungry birds will eat the bitter skin thin Seed bitter rain, Following April's black nose Black buffalo cart to visit the land of golden wheat heads May We sat in the sickle harvesting of food and clothing for less than smooth hillside looking like a huge cloud of gray clouds packages to lure us clean coarse wheat springs from the loss of childhood turf in the early morning alarm clock awakened me, I am thankful that I am still alive confirmed! I go to the office early running, I feel gratitude for it, because I have to work! There is no online messages for several days, I Thanksgiving that someone cares about! Work is not good leadership criticisms, Thanksgiving, leading praise Hsiao night Lamp silhouettes, as if Jiao son, son-teng see clouds. You Hu hair cream breeze, under Qunyao spring, fall on the tip of brow. 30 2002 stormy waves pouring rain cloud Ji, alas waves. Half a love of hard study, kneeling milk lamb, also reported eras. He has a hot-hot love the night, I wake up from a dream, and her mother is giving me Shanzhuo fan. Sweat has soaked her clothes. ! * He is the love of the cool wind. A blind blind for a rainy day, and her mother to school when I had an umbrella over my head, the rain-strike in his possession. Ah, he becomes * Love is the umbrella. When I was sick, and Mom, I have to go to the hospital. I felt a very hot very hot forehead, and her mother anxious to tears. Ah, he is dropping * Tears of love. One day, I broke the Nuanping, said lying to his mother, he asked me blush * criticism, I dare not raise their heads to her eyes. Ah, he is blamed for the vision-love. A teacher used the word "best" to build up, I said : "I love my mother. "Mom told me :" The most love to the mother. all of the motherland is our mother. "
感恩的心
我来自偶然像一颗尘土
有谁看出我的脆弱
我来自何方我情归何处
谁在下一刻呼唤我
天地虽宽这条路却难走
我看遍这人间坎坷辛苦
我还有多少爱我还有多少泪
要苍天知道我不认输
感恩的心感谢有你
伴我一生让我有勇气作我自己
感恩的心感谢命运
花开花落我一样会珍惜
感谢老师
假如我是飞鹰,
我将搏击蓝天；
假如我是勇士,
我将击浪弄潮；
假如我是诗人,
我将以满腔的热情写下诗篇,
并把它献给您－－我的老师.
I come from the heart like a Thanksgiving occasional dust where I come from the vulnerability of who I see who the next moment I call my Qingguihechu Although the wide world I can take this hard road bumps over this world how much I love hard, I still believe I do not know how many tears to the heavens : Thanksgiving lose heart, I thank you with the courage to give my life for my own Thanksgiving thanks to the same fate, I will treasure the flowers bloom If I were to thank teachers eagles, I will be wrestling with the blue sky; If I was a fighter, I will come to play in the water and waves; If I was a poet. I would write poems full of enthusiasm, and it is a gift to you -- my teacher.
白云飘走的时候
谁会停止流浪
海水拍打着紫百合的梦境
美人鱼在天堂微笑
古老的婚礼 香槟酒的色泽
在罂粟花丛中传递
她的歌声
离去是否存留
希冀的不曾放弃
积雪的森林 麋鹿的圣诞节
美丽的公主已经安睡
传说的夜空中
无数的珠翠无人采摘
时间的巢穴
安琪儿飞翔 羽翼的光芒
穿越巴比伦的花园
安拉是个女人
她的化身不是太阳神
娇滴的千金
沙漠戈壁的罅谷
比宫殿华贵的
河流是生灵的母亲
圣洁的浪花 普泽万物长存
七彩的花容是雨水
光照古埃及艳美的妇人
白云飘走的时候
背影将要远去
海水拍打着紫百合的梦境
美人鱼在天堂微笑
王子的婚礼 香槟酒的色泽
在罂粟花丛中传递
她的歌声
慈母手中线,游子身上衣.
临行密密缝,意恐迟迟归.
谁言寸草心,报得三春晖.
孔子曰：父母在,不远游
恩欲报,怨欲忘;报怨短,报恩长
爸爸妈妈
感谢你们
把我带到了这个
美好的世界
感谢你们
给了我自由的空气
灿烂的阳光
感谢你们
谆谆的教导
殷殷的嘱托
我长大了
而你们却老了
谁言寸草心
报得三春晖
我会向你们献上一片诚挚的孝心
祝你们永远健康
Who would take the time to stop Thanksgiving poem herald stray water lily purple flap with the smiling old dream wedding in paradise Mermaid The color of champagne in her voice transmission poppy flowers were left to keep hoping it never abandon the snow forest elk St. Christmas legend of a beautiful princess has sleep-sky countless hours picking the den Angel Chui no-fly wings Allah through the gardens of Babylon Flemish woman she is not the embodiment of the sun god Jiao bit of a loophole wife desert valley than palace - your mother sanctity of the river is the people's choice on the landscape forever mark Fusawa things light rain ancient Egyptian Yan Mei white woman Background cloud plume of water to be washed away with the dream Mermaid purple lily in heaven smiling prince's wedding champagne color poppy flowers were in the hands of transmission lines of her singing mother, who live far from clothing. Departure trees spaced, Italy may delay the final. Children inch of grass. Won Chun. Confucius said : parents, not wishing to seek their fortunes TU reported that the complaint wishes to forget; Motif short, kindness long Mom and Dad brought me a thank you for this beautiful world, I thank you for the free air, bright sun, thank you for the trust gotten passionately taught me grow old and you still have three who statement inch of grass reportedly presented to you I will Chun sincere wish you could see the arrangement is always healthy
★感恩生活
情绪像冬天马路上的烟尘
灰暗、污浊、发黄,甚至烦躁
尽管我很勤奋,锄头挖掘过的地方
没有发现一块成熟的番薯
别说诗歌了,诗歌的田园偶然会长草
偶然会给昆虫做窝
寻找一块开满鲜花的稻田
从广州到东莞,汽车下高速
一只西蜀的荆棘鸟
从我的背上挖走12粒有毒的草籽
我仰天长笑,内心淤塞的河流疏通了
激流滚滚东去
不是所有不快乐的人都能
获得一只飞鸟的拯救
我该感恩生活
它那只喜欢搬弄风雨的手
并未将我推下绝望的烟水湖里
★我们说起过去
种下一块稻田
要翻过一座高高的山
祖宗的墓群和树林里的飞鸟
坚守各自的巢穴
野白花满山遍野,祖宗不会饥饿
鸟声又苦又瘦
可吃的草籽又苦又瘦
雨水,乘着四月的牛车访问大地
水牛黑色的鼻涕
染黑了麦子金黄的头颅
五月,光滑的镰刀收割不到温饱
我们坐在山坡上仰望灰色云
云像一块巨大的粗麦包
引诱我们纯净的泉水
从童年的草地流失
清晨的闹钟把我吵醒,我感恩,证实我还活着!
我很早跑步去办公室,我感恩,因为我有工作!
几天没上网还有留言,我感恩,说明有人惦记!
工作没做好领导批评,我感恩,是领导看重我
竟夜孤灯剪影萧,视子如蛟,望子腾霄.
悠忽双鬓冷霜飘,春下裙腰,秋上眉梢.
卅二年风雨浪浇,雨霁云消,心事如潮.
念慈母半世辛劳,跪乳羊羔,还报今朝.
他*的爱有一个很热很热的夜晚,
我从梦中醒来,
妈妈正给我扇着扇子,
汗水却湿透了她的衣裳.
啊!他*的爱是清凉的风.
有一个很凉很凉的雨天,
妈妈到学校接我,
一把伞遮在我的头顶,
雨水却打在他*的身上.
啊,他*的爱是遮雨的伞.
有一回我病了,
妈妈抱我去医院.
摸着我很烫很烫的额头,
妈妈着急地哭了.
啊,他*的爱是滴落的泪.
有一天,我打破了暖瓶,
对妈妈又说了谎,
他*的批评叫我脸红,
我不敢抬头看她的眼睛.
啊,他*的爱是责备的目光.
一次老师叫用“最”字造句,
我说：“我最爱妈妈.”
妈妈告诉我：“最该爱的是祖国,
祖国是我们所有人的妈妈.”
It has emotional Thanksgiving life as a gloomy winter dust on the road, dirty, yellow, even though I am hard-ness. No piece of the local mining shovel mature sweet potato let alone poetry. president of the Poetry Foundation, accidental grass insects will do occasionally find a piece of Waterloo in the paddy fields full of flowers from Guangzhou to Dongguan, Comment from the West Sichuan in a high-speed car under my shoulder I won 12 tablets of toxic Seed Emotion. heart blockage of the river rapids and rolling east to clear all the unhappy people can not be the one to save my birds of Thanksgiving It would only like to fiddle with the ups and downs of life will not hand smoke, I pushed under water Huguo capable of despair, we talked about a piece of the past planted to rice After crossing a high mountain ancestors sacrificed 10,000 soldiers; woods and the wasted Valley was literally full of wild birds adhere to their nests. ancestral hungry birds will eat the bitter skin thin Seed bitter rain, Following April's black nose Black buffalo cart to visit the land of golden wheat heads May We sat in the sickle harvesting of food and clothing for less than smooth hillside looking like a huge cloud of gray clouds packages to lure us clean coarse wheat springs from the loss of childhood turf in the early morning alarm clock awakened me, I am thankful that I am still alive confirmed! I go to the office early running, I feel gratitude for it, because I have to work! There is no online messages for several days, I Thanksgiving that someone cares about! Work is not good leadership criticisms, Thanksgiving, leading praise Hsiao night Lamp silhouettes, as if Jiao son, son-teng see clouds. You Hu hair cream breeze, under Qunyao spring, fall on the tip of brow. 30 2002 stormy waves pouring rain cloud Ji, alas waves. Half a love of hard study, kneeling milk lamb, also reported eras. He has a hot-hot love the night, I wake up from a dream, and her mother is giving me Shanzhuo fan. Sweat has soaked her clothes. ! * He is the love of the cool wind. A blind blind for a rainy day, and her mother to school when I had an umbrella over my head, the rain-strike in his possession. Ah, he becomes * Love is the umbrella. When I was sick, and Mom, I have to go to the hospital. I felt a very hot very hot forehead, and her mother anxious to tears. Ah, he is dropping * Tears of love. One day, I broke the Nuanping, said lying to his mother, he asked me blush * criticism, I dare not raise their heads to her eyes. Ah, he is blamed for the vision-love. A teacher used the word "best" to build up, I said : "I love my mother. "Mom told me :" The most love to the mother. all of the motherland is our mother. "
感恩的心
我来自偶然像一颗尘土
有谁看出我的脆弱
我来自何方我情归何处
谁在下一刻呼唤我
天地虽宽这条路却难走
我看遍这人间坎坷辛苦
我还有多少爱我还有多少泪
要苍天知道我不认输
感恩的心感谢有你
伴我一生让我有勇气作我自己
感恩的心感谢命运
花开花落我一样会珍惜
感谢老师
假如我是飞鹰,
我将搏击蓝天；
假如我是勇士,
我将击浪弄潮；
假如我是诗人,
我将以满腔的热情写下诗篇,
并把它献给您－－我的老师.
I come from the heart like a Thanksgiving occasional dust where I come from the vulnerability of who I see who the next moment I call my Qingguihechu Although the wide world I can take this hard road bumps over this world how much I love hard, I still believe I do not know how many tears to the heavens : Thanksgiving lose heart, I thank you with the courage to give my life for my own Thanksgiving thanks to the same fate, I will treasure the flowers bloom If I were to thank teachers eagles, I will be wrestling with the blue sky; If I was a fighter, I will come to play in the water and waves; If I was a poet. I would write poems full of enthusiasm, and it is a gift to you -- my teacher.