Poetry loves school.

Poetry praising the motherland 1 ★: autumn wind blows gently! Blow, blow! I want to praise the flowers of my motherland. I want to praise my flowery motherland! Please blow my words into a bunch of flowers, golden yellow, jade white, spring green, autumn purple, ... and then blow them all away, blow them all away, fill the sky and spread all over the earth! \x0d campus: facing the sea, spring blossoms. Author: Haizi will be a happy person from tomorrow, feeding horses, chopping wood and traveling around the world. From tomorrow on, I care about food and vegetables. I have a house facing the sea, and it will bloom in spring from tomorrow. I will communicate with every relative and tell them my happiness. That happy lightning told me that I would tell everyone to give every river and mountain a warm name, stranger. And I wish you a bright future. I wish you a happy life in the world. I just want to face the sea and enjoy the spring flowers. Love life: Bing Xin translated Tagore's poem Gitanjalili Tagore 1. You let me live forever. It is your pleasure to do so. You keep emptying this fragile cup and then filling it with new life. You carry this little reed flute over mountains and valleys on your back, and blow out eternal music from the flute tube. Under the immortal touch of your hands, my little heart melts into boundless happiness, making unspeakable tones. Your infinite gift is only poured into my little hand. Time has passed, you are still pouring, but I still have room in my hand. Gorky's The Life of Haiyan is Life is the Ocean. Where there is life, there is happiness and wealth. Go to a singing group, play a drama, build a railway, be a pilot, sit in a laboratory, write poems, ski in the mountains, ride the wind and waves, explore the Arctic, collect plants in the tropics, set up a tent to sleep in the starry sky, live an extraordinary life, and broaden your horizons in ordinary things.