What are the poems praising high school life?

In the era of flying youth, we are full of personality, and the green grass records secret songs on the notes, which are full of simple and beautiful dreams in our black and white years.

Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to do your homework.

That year, we said goodbye, and now the distant moment is just around the corner.

That year, we said goodbye, and I don't know when I will see your smile again.

That year, we said goodbye, and the figure of chasing dreams finally began to drift away.

That year, I didn't want to say goodbye, but ordinary words made me cry at the moment.

Senior one: A long way to go. I will go up and down.

Senior two: after ten years of grinding a sword, the frost blade has never tried.

Senior three: the data of senior three often repeat the data of previous years: people don't see Gu Yue today, but they have taken photos of the ancients this month; Physical education class, the third year of high school, is often occupied, and there is no holiday on holidays: why should a strong enemy blame the willow? The spring breeze is just like Yumenguan.

Morning reading: It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond.

Class: In the countryside in April, there are few idle people, and only sericulture is planted in the fields.

Writing class: Although my pen has thousands of words, I really don't have a clue.

Multiple choice question: Blowing yellow sand has not yet reached gold, and it takes a lot of effort.

Looking for the answer in modern reading: but through these clouds, how can I know which corner of the mountain it is facing? .

Math class: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, thousands, flying into the reed flower, you can't see.

Physical chemistry class: I feel shallow about what I get from paper, but I don't know how to do it (experimental class).

Biology: If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua.

Physical education class: Lu Yao knows horse power, and people will see it for a long time.

Morning: Maodian crows and Banqiao frost is deserted.

Lunch break: After a long sleep, Vantage and Guli mat got rid of their ruthlessness and watched the children catch willow flowers.

Rest at night: the night in the daytime is as cold as water, lying and watching morning glory and Vega.

Announced results: the bright moon shines on Kyushu, and several families are happy and several are sad.

Cheating: The organization is too smart to miss your life.

Truant: Season after season, joy followed, and the autumn moon and spring breeze passed, but she didn't notice.

Weekend: On a frosty night, Jiang Feng goes fishing and sleeps (doing homework overtime).

Summer vacation: A wonderful year must be remembered, especially when it is orange and green.

Home visit: birds live in trees by the pool, and monks knock on the moon door.

Family Report: How much sorrow can you have, just like a river flowing eastward.

Falling off the list: everlasting, everlasting; One day both will end, and this endless sorrow will last forever; A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet.

In the list: ten years of cold window, no one cares, and became famous in one fell swoop.

Volunteer: Report to Tsinghua: It is difficult to get through the Shu Road and it is difficult to go to the sky; Volunteer to report high: I want to go home by the wind, but I am afraid that the building is beautiful and the height is too cold; ● Volunteer: It doesn't mean that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, and this flower is even more flowerless; High-scoring volunteers: not afraid of clouds to cover their eyes, just to reach the peak; Low-scoring volunteer: searching, cold and clear, sad and sad.

Cleaning: Everyone cleans the snow in front of the door, regardless of the frost on other people's tiles.

Puppy love: Xiao He just showed his sharp corner, and the dragonfly had already stood on his head.

Against the teacher: Mayflies shake trees, which is ridiculous.

Whispering: We are born from the same root. Why are we in such a hurry?