I live in the south where the sun shines all year round. Flying is a naive dream of children. Wheat birds fly low over rice fields, dragonflies fly in the air, and butterflies dance among flowers. Flying is the dream of every student.
Birds are flying in the blue sky, and children are singing odds and ends on the roof of the school, playing hide-and-seek and jumping over the house, flying over the town like giant Peng birds with open wings, gorgeous and gorgeous.
Every day is a poem. We go to school singing happy songs against the wind every day. In class, we listen carefully and write hard. Quiet classroom, occasionally there will be a happy episode: students' ridiculous answers, several butterflies and bees flying ... we call it a beautiful episode.
Every day is a poem. My good friend and I went to greener places with backpacks on our backs during the holidays. Although the journey is long and we are tired, we all believe that youth is vitality. In the season of youth, we should have a good day. On my best friend's birthday, I used a clumsy painter to draw a picture all day and gave it to my friend, but my friend laughed at it, hurt his stomach and laughed off the unhappy days.
Every day is a poem. On the eve of the sports meeting, I also shed tears and sweat on the rainy playground. I can't forget the hard training with my teammates. Finally, my efforts were not in vain, and finally I left my bright smiling face on this splendid day.
Every day is a poem. It pains me to watch the children on TV being forced to grow up and learn to be strong. I donated all my pocket money and clothes to my distressed children. I am also glad that there are so many people around me who love me, who love me. I am convinced that even if we are sad, there will still be an angel with white wings in the dream, and she will smile sweetly at us in the dream.
Every day is a poem. We have been living and studying happily. Although we will encounter sadness and occasionally feel depressed, as long as we see the sun still smiling in the air, we can still see the world through the eyes of the sun, and you will find that the world is full of vitality. So even if we are sad, even if we cry, we will learn to be strong when tears flow down.
Every day is a poem. Although we have complained about the heavy homework, we study hard every day. Every new day is a bright mood. We walk together on the road, still singing happy songs, youth is flamboyant, we should say loudly: every day is a poem! Every day, something new blooms!