On Primary School English Poetry —— Style
(Part I)
Who has ever seen the face of the wind? Who has seen the face of the wind?
I am neither you nor you; No one has seen it, no matter you or me;
But when the leaves hang trembling, but when the leaves tremble,
The wind is passing through. The wind is blowing from there.
(Part II)
Who has ever seen the face of the wind? Who has seen the face of the wind?
Neither you nor I am; No one has seen it, no matter you or me;
But when the trees bow their heads, but when the tops of the trees hang low,
The wind is passing. The wind is passing.
~ Author C.G. Luo Saidi
On English Poetry in Primary Schools (2) Tree
Joyce kilmer
tree
Chrysanthemum leaves Kilmer (surname)
I don't think I'll see it again
A lovely poem like a tree.
A tree, its hungry mouth is open
Embrace the sweet breasts of the earth again;
A tree that looks at God all day,
Raise her leafy arm to pry;
A tree that may wither in summer.
A nest of robins in her hair;
Whose chest does the snow lie on?
He lives close to the rain.
Only a fool like me can write poetry,
But only God can build a tree.
I hope I will never see a poem,
Lovely as a tree.
A tree, his thirsty mouth
Suck the dew of the earth.
A tree, he looks at the sky all day.
Hold your arms high and pray silently.
A tree, in his summer hair.
Robins nest and live.
A tree, snow lying on his chest,
He and Yu are good friends.
Poetry is sung by fools of our generation,
Trees can only be given by God.
On Primary School English Poetry Chapter 3 The mountains stand and stare around,
They are too proud to speak,
Although they are rooted in the ground
They go up, mountain after mountain,
In front of the tallest house, still
Fly over trees and mountains
Until you think they will never stop.
Go up, from top to bottom,
Into the cloud? I still remember.
Is that a sparrow or a lark?
Fly as high and sing.
It seems that he didn't do anything.
I think the mountain should be
Teach a little modesty.
The mountains are towering, and the males see eight shortages.
The weather is solemn and silent,
Rooted in the earth, the negative potential actually went up.
Hong Tao is empty and the peaks are low.
Outside the palace, Lingbi Mountain,
Climb high and look far, strive for hegemony and be king,
Don't think about manners, just be brave.
I looked at the clouds and birds, flying very high,
Fly to heaven and sing,
Free, no exaggeration.
When you tell others about another mountain, you should be modest.
Avoid arrogance and rashness, and think independently.