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關于家的外國現(xiàn)代詩歌（通用8首）
家，對我們而言，是葉落所能回歸的根;是孤雁所能向往的巢;是江河所能擁抱的海;是航船所能依靠的岸。家是我們溫馨的港灣。以下是關于家的外國現(xiàn)代詩歌，歡迎閱讀。
家的外國現(xiàn)代詩歌 1
The home has more than a thousand years.
scar
I walk my life with it.
In the spring and autumn winter and summer
Im 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 cant take it off with it.
caring
After all, its 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
Its 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 cant lift that scar for myself.
Under the sad heart
I wore my old coat for the old parents.
Surface flatness
You cant take it away.
Under the heart
I havent changed my clothes.
Give up it
The one that affected my hometown.
scar
Sooner or later, somebody needs to get rid of it.
Im looking forward to the new meat breeding home.
One day he was humiliated.
家的外國現(xiàn)代詩歌 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.
Its 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 cats 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 mans mind on it.
Tether the house
家的外國現(xiàn)代詩歌 3
Home, Sweet Home
A poem by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
It shall be a royal mansion,
A fair and beautiful thing,
It will be the presence-chamber
Of thy Saviour, Lord and King.
Thy house shall be bound with pinions
To mansions of rest above,
But grace shall forge all the fetters
With the links and cords of love.
Thou shalt be free in this mansion
From sorrow and pain of heart,
For the peace of God shall enter,
And never again depart.
家的外國現(xiàn)代詩歌 4
In the gentle moonlight, we stand hand in hand,
Your eyes like stars, a twinkling, magic land.
A soft breeze whispers, carrying our loves song,
Our hearts beating as one, all night long.
Our journey of love, a beautiful, endless stream,
Through every season, a shared, sweet dream.
With you, my love, each moment is a treasure,
Our love, a precious gift, beyond all measure.
家的外國現(xiàn)代詩歌 5
In the forest deep, where sunlight softly spills,
Trees stand tall, like silent, ancient hills.
Birds sing melodies, a symphony in the air,
Natures beauty unfolds, everywhere.
Flowers bloom in colors bright and gay,
A carpet of joy, a sight to steal the breath away.
The gentle rustle of leaves, a soothing sound,
Natures embrace, a wonder all around.
家的外國現(xiàn)代詩歌 6
In the vast expanse of the starry night,
Dreams shine like beacons, guiding our flight.
We run towards them, with hope in our hearts,
Leaving fear behind, never to part.
Each step towards our dreams, a leap of faith,
Even in the dark, we keep our spirits straight.
For dreams are the wings that lift us high,
To reach for the sky, and never say goodbye.
家的外國現(xiàn)代詩歌 7
In a small town far away, theres a place called home,
A cozy haven, where love has always grown.
The old oak tree in the yard, a symbol of days gone by,
Memories like a warm fire, never to die.
The laughter shared, the stories told by the hearth,
The comfort of home, a feeling so dear and worth.
No matter how far we roam, our hearts will always yearn,
For the sweet memories of home, to return.
家的外國現(xiàn)代詩歌 8
As the sun rises, painting the sky with light,
A new day dawns, a fresh, wonderful sight.
Gone are the shadows of the night before,
A new beginning, full of hope and more.
The world awakens, filled with life and cheer,
We step forward, leaving doubts and fears behind here.
With every new day, a chance to start anew,
To make our dreams come true, and shine through.
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