Lord, I praise your name with poetry.

Song: I will come to worship you, lead singer: Praise album of all nations: March in the name of the Lord, I will come to worship you: preach Jesus-March in the name of the Lord, I will worship you with all my heart, I will sing and praise you with all my heart, and I will praise you all day long. Lord, how glorious you are. Your holy name deserves praise. May my heart be pure, holy and acceptable. If there is no teacher, if the grass has no dew, it will never enjoy the happiness of growing up. If there are no stars in the sky, people will lose their navigation marks. If there is no gardener in the garden, it is just a barren land. What will happen if we don't have a teacher? Teachers are manna. She makes the grass grow sturdily. The teacher is a shining star. She showed us the route. The teacher is a diligent gardener. If there were no teachers, there would be no beautiful garden now. We thank you, teacher. You gave birth to us with your sweet and prosperous milk. You moistened the mountains outside the mountain with your hard sweat. Whose poem is this? What is the following sentence? Chen Qin can't remember clearly. If you don't know, say you don't know-but you have to find out later. There are so many things you don't know, what reason can you be proud of? He remembers that when he was in primary school, his academic performance was always among the best. After being admitted to junior high school, I really realized the meaning of "green hills are there, and I am not afraid of burning firewood". As soon as Chen Qin stepped into the gate of middle school, he was attracted by the environment there. Not long after, he heard a headmaster praise the school's poems: the mountains in northern Hebei in the south, the streams flowing on both sides, the National Defense Road in the east and the Miliangchuan in Yuan Ye in the west. Chen Qin felt very apt and touching about this poetic scene. "If you want to catch up, you must go to a higher mountain!" He secretly made up his mind Chen Qin is a little partial to Chinese, and he can't catch up with other courses, which makes him taste the hardships of climbing mountains outside the mountain, which is even worse than swallowing sticky sweet potato leaves. Although the country has experienced three years of natural disasters, Chen Qin's family still lives a life of "six months of bran vegetables and six months of dried sweet potatoes". Other students eat white corn steamed bread, which can only eat dried sweet potatoes, corn porridge and chaff. However, whether attending class or studying by himself in the morning and evening under the gas lamp, he is so dedicated and serious, keeping a close eye on the mountain peak and trying to climb it. By the end of the first grade of junior high school, Chen Qin had been among the best in all subjects, especially his upgraded composition, which was regarded as a model essay of the third grade Chinese class in the cognition of the Chinese teaching and research section teachers, and attracted many students' praise. "Is there a mountain outside the mountain?" It should be for sure. But when you stand on the top of the mountain, sometimes you won't be so sober, let alone a young boy. -adults are not necessarily so sober. So is Chen Qin. He has an idea, by looking at the mountain peak, to see what the world outside the mountain is like. -For example, does the world outside the mountain also eat sweet potato leaves? A small change, it's really a long time since I updated my space. I always feel that I have the perseverance to update my space every day. However, time has once again proved her deterrent, and I find it very funny, because I have been ruthlessly destroyed by my little reserve. There was a lot of unhappiness and unhappiness the other day, but life is so full of mysterious attraction. Even if it makes me black and blue, I still can't stop myself from feeling it and experiencing this strangeness for the first time and in my life. I don't want to write every little thing in the space. Since I study art, I can't always make others think that what I write is superficial, hehe, although my ability is extremely limited. Take, for example, the poem I recently wanted to write praising the school. I already want to hit my head against the wall. It's really not creative However, I still hope to write some words that can make my heart tremble a little, although it is so subtle ... Many things happened during the May Day Golden Week. There are so many things to write, I always have no clue, except sorting out or sorting out ... things will increase immediately after I come back. I find that I always regard space as my outlet, and always write down countless complaints here, frozen in the bits and pieces of memory, so that such sadness and helplessness will become history and a scar that I will never erase when I grow up. However, in reality, I don't like this. The only result of doing this is to make a big self become a wooden shell that I don't even know myself. Because I realize this, I will change myself slowly. Change this sacred place that I regard as the complete freedom of the soul:) Write a previous poem: I flew to heaven with the wings of the devil. When my soul left me one day, the elegy of life played in the sky for the first time, but I could only lie quietly in the same place, feel the pulse of the earth with my cold body, listen to the weakening vibration in my heart, and wait for the end of all this. When all the voices disappear in my world, my still infatuated eyes slowly. I know I have left, but I also clearly understand that I am about to go to another world that does not belong to me. It has long been said that when the soul leaves the body, it is doomed that I must go from a familiar place to a strange place, whether I like it or not. In my opinion, it is obviously unnecessary to struggle and resist. Maybe I am such a resigned person. I wonder if god opened it with me. A joke: when I was playing with my hands mercilessly and slowly lost consciousness, I was presented at a crossroads, where two completely different worlds were connected, one called hell and the other called heaven. I knew a long time ago that in my original world, hell was full of demons with big mouths and heaven was full of angels with white wings. I made the right choice without hesitation. The road to heaven in front of me has disappeared so thoroughly, which is heartbreaking. Because of this, I firmly believe that all this is just a joke of God, and I am only a role in this joke, the only protagonist, and I am still obedient! Or suffer silently? Even though this is my nature and my original intention, I still can't suppress my sensibility with reason. The raging anger burned all over the hell in an instant, and the desperate devil ran around madly, howling and screaming. Fierce flames reflect the sky, making the anger burn more fiercely! I will burn my cowardice and timidity with my sadness and anger, and make my anger burn more fiercely! I will burn the whole hell with my second life. I will spend my next life making up for today's mistakes. I will fly to heaven with devil's wings. ...