Poetry of Summer Life Part I: Colorful Summer Life Author: Heat: 464℃
Summer vacation life is rich and colorful,
Like a rainbow,
Beautiful,
Full of color.
Some children think that;
It is red.
Red by the hot light of the sun;
Red by the bright flame of the stove;
Red is full of fertile and fragrant roses;
With the children's enthusiasm for learning?
Some children think that;
It is blue.
Blue washed by the stream;
The blue lens is accompanied by the majestic tide of the sea;
Draw blue with colorful pen and ink;
Blue is reflected in the clear summer sky?
Some children think that;
It is yellow.
Golden rice harvested in summer;
Yellow, with full corn grains;
The sinking fruit of pear trees releases yellow;
Yellow with pumpkin bulging belly?
Other children think;
It is green.
Green is with the tall trees in the forest;
The green color released by the tough grass on the grassland;
Green floating from the fragrant tea leaves of mountains and rivers;
The green sown by the tender green seedlings on the terrace?
Summer vacation is red and full of enthusiasm;
Summer vacation is blue and full of vitality;
Summer vacation is yellow and full of fruits;
Full of green is full of vitality in summer vacation?
Life in summer is a rainbow, colorful!
Poetry about Summer Life Part II: Poet who writes about life in summer by Wu Hongyan.
The vast urban ocean
I enjoy the fireworks alone.
Vaguely
Like a sad and happy summer vacation.
Just like summer vacation.
Like a flickering summer vacation.
Vast xinghai
I admire stars by myself.
sparkling
Let the summer vacation sing the song of freedom
Let the summer vacation pick up the fire of struggle
Let the summer vacation bloom in a smile.
Vast sea of flowers
I admire this withered flower by myself.
odds and ends
Protect the summer vacation from the wind and rain
Cover up the sadness of summer vacation
Wrote a deep thought for the summer poetry.
Vast rivers
Carry a glow stick
I witnessed it with my own eyes
This bleak summer vacation
This starry summer vacation
When she heard the cheers of the children
She is making noise.
She is sending a smile to happy people.
She is blessing the happy people.
At this time,
When she heard the children crying
She is making a hullabaloo about
She brought optimism to the sad people.
She brought hope to the sad people.
At this moment.
She's helpless.
because
She can't change the sadness of summer vacation.
She can't change the boredom of summer vacation.
She can't change the confusion of summer vacation.
for
Pain instantly turned into happiness.
She made a sincere phone call.
Only everyone
Use your own hands.
create
My own summer vacation life.
At this moment.
She seems to be crying and laughing.
Poetry about summer vacation life Part III: Summer vacation of childhood Author: Qing
Memory wakes up from the rain outside the window.
My heart wandered in the sky of my childhood.
Blue appears in books.
Ignore the little eyes looking up at the sky.
That heavy schoolbag is no longer a burden on the shoulders.
The wrinkled book is quiet and strange.
I rode on the back of a cow and played in the pond.
The mud flute lost its released music.
Chasing naked by the river
Deduct the initial naivety of human beings
Poverty can't make my feet bleed.
Wild fruit is my reason for climbing.
Butterflies fluttered lightly among flowers and trees.
My lumberjack didn't scare me.
Fireflies are shining in my jar.
Surprised eyes are tireless.
I was always short of money at that time.
Ice cream is an imagination.
The game is monotonous and repetitive, forgetting hunger.
What's the secret worth pondering?
Childhood summer vacation
When the rain stopped, it disappeared.
Memories have become subtle since then.
Don't look confused and sad.
Poetry about summer vacation life Part IV: Daydream about summer vacation Author: mlk520
In the sky
There is no trace of birds flying over.
but I ...
Still wandering in a sky called years
The childhood game kingdom seems to be waving to me.
Made a beautiful and charming voice.
Push open the long-standing gray window.
I have to shout
Please take me away.
I knocked on the window like a homeless child.
Everything is surprisingly calm.
Some things, some people have long since disappeared.
but I ...
Still here
Behind where I came from.
An ancient voice shouted:
Who will be a passer-by forever in life?