Spring is the spirit that opens dreams.
Gently, quietly
With the first rain.
Wandering in all directions
Bring a new concept of green.
An indispensable thing in life.
Summer is an angel who feels hope.
Beautiful and magical.
With the blooming of white flowers
Butterfly's stay
Sing briskly
Like a paradise on earth
Autumn is a magician who transforms the natural atmosphere.
Gorgeous and changeable personality
It is the most beautiful symbol of autumn.
Every fallen leaf
It is a miracle of nature.
hymn to life
Winter is a charming snow girl.
There is freshness in purity.
Snowflakes are falling.
It is the colorful silk that Snow Girl dances lightly.
This is a romantic fly.
Is the dawn of a new life.
Modern Poetry Written by Middle School Students (2)
The land under your feet
ZSY
The cold rain dispersed the dark clouds.
Quietly ring the memory of peach blossoms
The smell in the sun? Fade in the wind
Moisturize? Unrepressive silence
The land under my feet
cobweb
This furry spider has no mercy.
Seal a corner of the eaves
How many years? Steam soaking
Blurred? memory
Play? a song
The roar of hooves and bayonets
The smell of blood? A weak groan
By the strong perfume? cover
Only between wild forests and weeds
Cold wind? Roar? perspicacious
The mask of prosperity
Did you bring it? The temperature of the bones under your feet
But not the enemy.
Overwhelming? Twinkling neon red
Decorate? Be forgotten
In the so-called history? dry
Red tears
Lantian rinuan
The loom stopped the sound.
Falling red? Drift? The past is a memory.
Who put who's mind.
Tie it to the tip of a willow tree that just spit green.
confused
wait for
Magpies with long tails are always hard to find.
Tears? Reddish coagulated fat
Drop/drop
Caught in a sea of chaos.
Day and night? Stir the yellowish gravel.
Difficult to level? Cold red cotton
Jade Qing never sleeps.
Ancient pagoda
Dip in the dew at the tip of the grass
On the blue slate
Quiet? Write your name on it.
A wisp Smoking? rise
Hide? A touch of brilliant green.
Is it far? Fuzzy
Floating? A clear singing voice
An impassioned horn
Reveal the secret? The breaking dawn
Look into the distance from a height
Orientation? Turn your back on your direction
Set sail
Seeking another world
Modern Poetry Written by Middle School Students (3)
There is still a long way to go in the future
Always wandering
I don't know how to choose.
Tired, tired, where to rest,
But in the last 28 years,
But I have tasted the warmth and coldness of the world.
I don't know how tired I am,
I don't know how many bumps there are,
The road ahead is vast,
I'm just tired of looking.
You can trust me.