My brother said that he is a beautiful painting.
Sister said that he is a sweet song.
Mom said: he is the moon and a lighthouse;
Grandpa said: he is the sun, which can illuminate every corner of the world;
The teacher said: He is a seed that can bear hundreds of millions of fruits.
I said, ask him who he is-he was Lei Feng yesterday.
It's your turn today, not mine!
Good soldier
Poetry two misses Lei Feng
The flowers in March fragrant your name, and the light rain in March moistened that song.
Your name is not the only one walking side by side with 1963.
Standing at the starting line of 1963, I began to stare.
In the wasteland without love, you are a green tree and a spring flower;
In the starry sky lacking love, you are a bright moon and a star;
On the journey without love, you are a boat and a bridge;
In winter without love, you are a spring breeze and a pot of charcoal fire;
Ah, Lei Feng! You are a monument of love, a banner of love and a model of love!
How many people call your name for love,
When the bicycle that knocked down the old man drove away,
When the old lady hobbled along the muddy runway,
When the young people in the workshop dozed off against the wall,
When cement and steel are lost at the construction site ...
How many hearts are missing and shouting-"Lei Feng, come back!
Lei Feng, come back! "Infiltrating the thoughts of March and bathing in the red rain of March, I am infatuated with the story of Lei Feng.
Sing softly—
I love our uncle Lei Feng,
We miss you!
Love You!