Poetry about New Year's Eve: New Year's Eve

Childhood

New Year's Eve is a colorful book

Books are the interpretation of maternal love

New Year's Eve of Mother

It’s all my fairy tale

When I grow up

New Year’s Eve is a blessing of love

Blessing is the step of youth

New Year's Eve of Mother

It is rich and rich in poverty.

Wandering

New Year's Eve is a distant miss

Missing is the burden of the wanderer

New Year's Eve mother

Face is laughing but crying

Until now

New Year's Eve is the grave of the hometown

The grave is a thousand miles of heartbeat

New Year's Eve mother

Is the Virgin of Heaven

New Year's Eve, New Year’s Eve

Where can I not think about the festival?

Where are the children not thinking?

If this body is outside the red dust