Sixth grade of modern poetry

Mom's hand

rich and colorful

Gave me a lot of help.

Mom's hand

It's the hand of wisdom.

Take me into the sea of books

Travel freely in the book.

Mom's hand

This is a warm hand

Accompany me through many difficulties

Reach the other side of success

Mom's hand

This is a tolerant hand.

Hold my little hand with a big hand.

Tell me not to make mistakes next time.

Mom's hand

It's not so white anymore.

But in my heart,

Always a delicate hand

The big banyan tree in the school

In spring, the big banyan tree in school is a big tree.

hungry baby

Pull out the tender green buds

Like a first-year student.

Cute and ridiculous

In summer, the big banyan tree in school is a big tree.

A clever and sensible child

Grow green leaves

Like a fourth grader.

I understand, and I understand.

In autumn, the big banyan tree in school is a big tree.

Mature teenagers

fallen leaves

Like a sixth grader.

Simple and complex

In winter, the big banyan tree in school is a tree.

A brave and strong guard

Hold the lush green

Like a student leaving school.

Expectation is lingering.

Pray for your happiness.

You endure the cold wind in the ice and snow,

I enjoy delicious food in a brightly lit room.

I am happy, but you are lonely and miserable.

Hey?

You light a match, and the faint light shines on your young heart.

The fragrant and warm stove rekindled your hope.

How you long for a warm home.

Ta?

Mother lit a candle for me, and the birthday song lingered in my ear.

I have a happy family full of love.

The cold north wind blows your red cheeks,

You curl up in the corner and sleep quietly,

Flying over the rainbow, heaven opens for you.

The biting cold wind roared through the classroom,

I sat in the warm classroom and read aloud.

Lang Lang's reading voice travels through time and space, reaching heaven directly.

I hope you can hear our voices in heaven,

When a pure angel is baptized by heaven.

Happy forever. ......