"Laugh" Lin laughs at her eyes, lips and the circular vortex of her lips. Beauty is like dew, and the smile is hidden in the flash of shellfish teeth. Th
"Laugh" Lin laughs at her eyes, lips and the circular vortex of her lips. Beauty is like dew, and the smile is hidden in the flash of shellfish teeth. That is laughter-God's smile, beautiful smile: the reflection of water, the light song of the wind. Laughing is her loose curly hair, scattered around her ears. Soft as a flower shadow, itchy sweetness pours into your heart. That's a smile-a smile in a poem, a smile in a painting: traces of clouds, soft waves of waves.
Modern poem 2 for primary school students "Waiting for you, in the rain" Yu Guangzhong is waiting for you. In the rain, cicadas fall in the rainbow-making rain, frogs are raising a pool of red-violet like a red flame, and it makes no difference whether you come or not in the rain. I think every lotus flower is like you, especially through the dusk and such a drizzle, waiting for you forever, for a moment, for a moment, waiting for you outside of time, for a moment, for eternity, if your hand is in my hand, at this moment, if your fragrance is in my nostrils, I will say, little lover, this hand should pick lotus flowers, and in the Wu Palace, this hand should shake a cinnamon pulp. Hang a Swiss watch and say it's seven o'clock. Suddenly you come to the red-violet after the rain, dancing and dancing. You come like a poem in a love story.
Modern Poetry 3 for Primary School Students "Star" is a star all over the sky, which is said to be an eternal spring flower. There is a shadow of begonia flowers on the east wall, which is said to be the eternal autumn moon. Waking up in the morning is a dream on a winter night. Last night, the stars in the middle of the night were as clean as a clear net, and so were the spring flowers and the autumn moon.
Modern Poetry for Primary School Students 4 "Poetry for a Primary School Student" Brother Dong's father is in the North Pole and his mother is in the South Pole. I will make that straight line intersect at two points, and the shortest distance will make acacia not old. I will write a poem for you. Boys are on the left and girls are on the right. I can do that theorem. Homosexuality repels, opposites attract, and friendship is not old. I will write a poem for you. The sky is bright and the ground is dark, and I will make sure that dark matter will not be discovered. Unknown makes life evergreen. I write poems for you, hoping to be happy in the future. Today, I will become two nuclear atoms of the same kind, and my thoughts will split to create an innovative life. I write poems for you. Primary school students' modern poem 5 "Pupils Singing" is only six years old. From the day he entered school, a heavy schoolbag climbed up his weak shoulder and became a part of his life. At six o'clock every morning, he was awakened from his sweet dream by a loud alarm clock and dragged into the school gate by a series of hurried bell before class. After school, the homework of blowing his beard and glaring forced him to have nowhere to hide. Several times in the middle of the night, he also dozed off with his big head tangled with a question mark wrench. How precious it is for a six-year-old singer to go to the grass outside the window and play hide-and-seek with dragonflies. Looking at his thin little face is a painful and helpless sigh ... When the black waves hit us, we realized that we had already fallen into the ocean of life and blinked in our beautiful student days. It has become a kind memory of the golden dream, spreading its weak wings, and the gray pain can't stop the youthful and frivolous joke like God's' dream of a photo in an instant'. /kloc-The dream of 0/8 years vanished in smoke, and it was broken and scattered in the corner of graduation photo after waking up, where there was only a black record.
Modern Poetry for Pupils 7 "Pupils" flowers planted by pupils in Chen Weipan bloom in the rain and play truant. They piled up in the teacher's poor comments. The lights also dimmed. I can only see pupils' swollen faces, bloodstains in the corners of their eyes and wide-open eyes. Look straight into the blue sky and you are still smiling. Primary school students' modern poem 8 "To learn, life is deeply hurt by love, not to mention too much homework. I also had a hard time in the third grade. I just move forward step by step with the trust of my parents. Don't say that learning opportunities are easy to miss. Please find your true self in the flower season and work hard. I believe that if you pay, you will get something. Don't say the teacher is too wordy. Since I have chosen to preach and teach, I am responsible for you. These flowers of the motherland lead to three-dimensional exploration, allowing you to roam in knowledge. Don't say there is too much homework in the universe. I just want to spread knowledge. Don't say the teacher is too wordy. I just want to turn my sweat into fruitful results. Tomorrow of the motherland is still waiting for you to explore the modern poetry of primary school students. The square classroom of My Students is square. The platform is full of topics, and ants are grinding their eyes in the square. In the dream, there are dripping mud, sweet laughter, green crickets and snow-white and colorful ding-dong games.
Pupils' modern poem 10 "Rain" lit a torch and went outside the boat to see the weak wheat in the wheat field wet by rain! Then put out the torch in front of the idol, and we leaned together silently. You are a fairy who lives deep in the manor, and the moon is covered with your cold flame. Like a flower swimming in the southern sky and swimming at night above my head, the small village in the highlands is small and poor like a wheat and an umbrella. Naked girls are silent, and poor and lonely girls live in umbrellas like queens. Sunlight and rain can only give you dust and dirt. You avoid everything in the umbrella and refuse tears and memories.