Teenagers recite beautiful poems 0 1 If I were a bird,
I should also sing with a hoarse throat:
This land hit by the storm,
This river of sadness and anger will surge forever,
This endless wind,
And the tender dawn from the forest?
-And then I died,
Even feathers rot in the ground.
Why do I often cry?
Because I love this land deeply.
Teenagers recite beautiful poem 02 butterflies dance among flowers.
The wings beat the fragrance gently.
A tinkling stream in the forest
Do not chase the sun.
I waved my hand gently and shed a little tenderness.
Your eyes reflect my inexplicable sadness.
Coral reefs refuse every hug of the waves.
Night breeze wants to dress weeping willows as brides.
Have you ever thought about it?
Rejection is a temptation.
A cover-up is a confession.
You are a lilac in the rain.
Soak your sadness bit by bit.
I really want to set up a rainbow for you in the storm.
I really want to light up a starry sky for you in the dark.
Leave the tears to the sea and weave a spray.
Give the dream to the night and talk to the stars.
The morning light sends your fragrance.
I know
You are not far from me.
If I were a landscape
Come back and take a picture with me.
Let your dream and my dream
Warm departure in snuggling
The teenager recited the beautiful poem 03 "See Snowflakes Again"
Author: Raymond 1
who is it? In a cloudy sky
Tear a long hole
From the distant air, I left you behind.
who is it? Dress you up
So beautiful
Maybe I didn't have time to enjoy it.
You threw yourself into your mother's arms.
who is it? Put on your posture.
Forged so perfectly
A crystal clear.
One by one, seamless.
I really don't know
That white snowflake
It's produced there
Automatic and precise hand
Ask the wind, ask the clouds, ask the sky.
They were silent.
Except for her, there is only vast land.
Broad arms
Greet you
You sail in the wind.
Fly slowly and carefree.
Even smaller than the tip of a needle.
Also selfless embellishment.
So the child smiled.
Adults laughed, and so did the mountains and rivers.
But I always thought you were here.
it's a little late
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