Poems about March 8th.

International Women's Day

Stepping on the breath of spring

This beautiful day

Fuck you and fuck me.

My heart is as warm as the sea.

I really want to sing a carol for you.

I am neither a singer nor a poet.

I can't write a melody or sing a poem.

I lack flash inspiration and genius thinking.

I am ashamed that the deepest love can't be explained by a trickle.

But today, I want to present a heart song for you.

May my song turn into a needle and thread and sew up the split wound for you.

May my songs turn into raindrops and moisten your thirsty throat.

May my songs turn into clouds and bring fragrance to your life.

May my songs turn into clouds and reflect the sunshine for you.

it's you

The pulse that beats me is you.

You gave me the happiness of my childhood.

Teach me to take my time in adversity

Praise the poems of March 8th;

mother

Years climb on your forehead,

Time flies on my shoulders,

In the morning light, you smile,

There are still many vicissitudes,

Hold up my soft wings.

That sweet and delicious meal,

A warm and soft sweater;

Tireless teaching;

The complex of life is closely connected with me,

After being dissolved in the blood,

In the bone marrow,

In my heart,

Your love touched me.

I finally know that there is one thing in this world,

Richer than the water in the Yangtze River,

More thrilling than the Yellow River;

Tougher and evergreen than the green of pine and cypress;

That's your love,

Your deep love,

Selfless love,

My mother.

March 8 generally refers to International Women's Day. International Women's Day is also called International Women's Day, March 8, March 8. It is a festival established on March 8 every year to celebrate women's important contributions and great achievements in the economic, political and social fields.