Poetry about peace

Peace is such a simple and beautiful word.

Humans have struggled for centuries.

A girl flies pigeons in the blue sky all her life.

Lighting the broken lights of the city, longing to be exiled to the island.

However, the cloudy sky is as quiet as a midnight epiphyllum.

Who can't wear gorgeous pajamas with a white message?

The devil of war is invincible with sharp weapons.

Pigeons have sloping wings.

The wolf is still smiling in the persistent snowstorm.

The light from the coffin in the dark.

The footsteps of the crusade were particularly loud, bleeding to death and desperate.

The old mother's trembling hand stroked her beloved son's cold forehead.

Touch the necrotic wound and seal the body temperature. Look at the sky.

The melancholy green of the grass falls like the tears of a meteor.

Moonlight aggravated mother's pale aging.

Whose conscience is sobbing in my throat?

Smoke rises everywhere, peace is bright, and war will cry.

Black tears fell from the sky.

The beautiful land is harvesting the bombs that bloom all the way.

If the world is burned, breathing and pain

The ignorant man woke up.

Put away childish games

May peace fly out of the bottom of the pen and light up the deeper darkness.

Through the maze of the world, rub the heavy heart into a whip.

Whip the ugly souls of the great powers. I hope peace is a violent transformation.

May our children and grandchildren sit in bright classrooms and don't know what war is.

Borrow 3,000 waters from the Yellow River to splash ink.

Let peace become the eternal sun of mankind.

Give us a ray of sunshine when peace first appears.

Hand in hand in peace-the lifelong companion of mankind.

Why are you crying when you come back safely?

My strange friend Pablo Mei Sen.

You threw a bomb from the plane.

Then tears came out of my eyes.

Your bomb hit the target in the bay.

Your tears hit China.

The mind of a young poet

My foreign friend.

Your tears make me extremely kind.

The mind, scarred by the explosion, is extremely painful.

You said that you "always have a feeling that there is.

In a few seconds, I won't exist. "

When you came back safely, you said again

"Because I survived, they died."

You feel guilty about it.

My strange friend Pablo Mei Sen.

I didn't expect someone to operate such a hard fighter.

The soul is so fragile, sensitive and delicate.

Dear friend, I really can't imagine.

Such a hard war and such a soft soul.

How do they fit together?

What forces combine them organically?

Dear Pablo Mei Sen, my friend.

Let others judge the merits and demerits of the Middle East war.

I just want to tell you: I understand your tears.

I also understand your guilt.

I just want to say: in this fragile world.

The hardest thing can only be justice and peace.

Not a weapon! It can't be the evil and ambition to start a war.

Finally, I want to say, dear driver friend.

If you are still alive after this war.

Then please invite China from Renyi Gang to play.

Let me gently wipe away your tears.

Then let's sit next to each other.

Talking about war and peace.

Which one should we choose?

As a lifelong companion of human beings

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"Family photo" on the butt of a gun

Chen Dachao

I'm homesick, homesick.

A man on standby in the bay

Ready to go into the war of American soldiers.

Secretly put a photo of "family portrait"

Embedded in the butt of his gun.

Like those shiny bullets.

Be pressed into a magazine

An American soldier

Has also been pushed to the forefront of the war

Alas, that gun, is it the home of bullets?

Are those tents soldiers' homes?

Oh, American soldiers who put "home" on the butt of their guns.

At that time, this gun in your hand

How many families will be broken?

Or, when you are in the middle of a battle.

Sneak at relatives on the butt of a gun

A bullet will stop your heart.

But the fatal pain of your staying at home

But it will always beat in your broken family.

Maybe on your coffin.

Will be covered with a complete national flag

It's your home on the butt of your gun.

But it will never be complete.

Alas, I really want to thank this homesick American soldier.

He made countless people understand.

The nearest to the gun is home.

The biggest harm to the family is the gun.