Praise the poems that love the class.

A pile of short poems

(1) chalk

Ancient limestone was incinerated.

Thousands of years of history still emerge in its memory.

White body in front of us.

Inspire those who want to change history.

(2) Blackboard

Are you silent because the night never leaves?

The trace of a meteor is a hymn.

Although no one deliberately found your beauty, I know.

You can shake a light skirt and shake off the words that have been condensed for 5 thousand years.

Have you forgotten?

(3) the text of the application

There is a thick pile of immature handwriting on the desk.

Some dreams, when opened, have already flown happily.

The student wrote, I want to be a scientist, I want to be a doctor.

Another wrote, Teacher, I want to be a teacher.

The whole office is full of knowing smiles and pride.

(4) After school

Time has rung the bell for school.

Line up according to the class and stand at attention.

The headmaster issued an order on the podium.

Remember, don't forget the provisions of the student code.

Don't forget to grade your homework.

Don't forget.

Suddenly there was no figure on the playground.