Ask for some poems and comments from middle school students.

(Wang Guozhen) Have you forgotten me, why there is no news of me all over the world, whether you have treasured me, why smiles always decorate my dreams and leave beautiful fantasies, whether we are destined to meet only at the source and end of the water, whether we have no chance of years, and what will be left for me will be sadness-Bian, you are standing on the bridge watching the scenery, and the people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs. The bright moon decorated your window, and you decorated other people's dreams. To the Oak If I love you, I will never show off on your high branches like climbing Campbell. If I love you-I will never learn from spoony birds and repeat monotonous songs for the shade; It is not only like spring, but also brings cool comfort all year round; It is not just like a dangerous peak, it increases your height and sets off your dignity. Even during the day. Even spring rain. No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok beside you, standing with you as a tree. Roots, close to the ground, leaves, lingering in the clouds. Every time a gust of wind blows, we greet each other, but no one understands us. You have your copper branches and iron stems, like a knife, like a sword, and like a halberd; I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh and like a heroic torch. We share cold waves, snow and thunder; We * * * enjoy the mist, flowing haze and rainbow, as if we are separated forever, but we are dependent on each other for life. This is great love, and this is loyalty: not only love your stalwart body, but also love your stand and the land under your feet.