Farewell to the Modern Poetry of Students: Wang Guozhen's Modern Poetry "Graduation" Wang Guozhen, from which we set sail for Yuan's place. When we move towards tomorrow, how can we forget yesterday's day? Looking back on yesterday's lush years, you have a lush life and fragrance. What's more, Xiang got to know each other and knew about Jintian's magnificent treasure long ago. We shed tears That's not sadness-Shi sang today, and when we parted, it was Ke who didn't lose it-it was the treasure of "yesterday". Stone refers to the years we spent together. Even if we are heading for an unknown tomorrow, we can't forget the "field of yesterday". "Tomorrow" refers to the future after graduation. Jintian, naturally, means now. Now we are faced with the fact of graduation. Standing at this crossroads, we look back and look forward to the future.
Modern long poems that inspire students to work hard are young and don't work hard, while old disciples are sad and healthy. A gentleman strives for self-improvement, does not like things and does not feel sorry for himself. Three have ten fame, dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. Modeng is idle and sad. Eating hard is a master. Therefore, if the sky is going to fall on Si people, you must first suffer their hearts, strain their bones and muscles, and starve their bodies. The clock lacks its body and confuses its behavior, so it induces its behavior and increases its ability.
Middle school students' positive campus poems (self-created) are best modern poems, praising teachers or writing about school life, and it is best to have concrete images and artistic conception. The bloom of youth makes me tired but I don't regret it. The rain and snow in the four seasons make me ecstatic but haggard. Gentle dreams, gentle morning sleepiness, faint tears, faint years. With a little joy, I'll never come back. No one will hint at my homesickness until Lang is old. I want to snuggle up to every golden sunset, and every transparent luzhu washes away my precipitated sadness. I met her, blooming in the distant spring, filled with dazzling fragrance, a beautiful fairy tale. Allow me, song for you. I can't sleep every night. Allow me to cry for you. I can fly freely in tears. The sky in my dream is very big. I lie on your eyelashes. There are many days in my dream, but I just want to go home. On that blue hillside, I will bury all my songs and wait for them to be legendary in the stone. The blooming of youth makes me tired, but I don't regret it. The rain and snow in the four seasons make me ecstatic but unbearable. Tangled clouds, tangled tears, tangled mornings, dizzy mornings, lost winds, lost dreams, lost years.
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With regard to modern poetry 10, which encourages students to learn, I like you-dog. Your mighty eyes and strong body are for me. I am deeply impressed by your meticulous work. You are the most sincere Peng friend of mankind, and I admire this advantage of you. When I can understand and speak your language, I will definitely go to your kingdom to teach those timid dogs, Jiao, how to become a real dog. Dogs are not used for decoration. They will not be a lifeless dog in your eyes. Although they are the most loyal dogs to you, the faithful friend dogs of human beings regard their owners as the most trustworthy good friend dogs. He can't speak except Liao. Everything about him is the same as ray. Is this ok? I am helpless, but I am for the future; Although I am ignorant, I will understand it one day; However, I am often scolded by my teacher, but I really work hard. However, I thought about giving up, but I still have a long way to go. However, I like studying, but I long for freedom. I will study harder in the days when Wei comes. I want Wei to work hard in the future! Come on! Believe me, I can do it!
Modern junior high school students' poems Modern junior high school students' poems She fell asleep Left: Xu Zhimo She fell asleep-the summer under the starlight is an oblique white lotus, and she is in a dream-a wisp of smoke curled up in the incense burner. She fell asleep-Jianchun silenced the noisy strings; She fell asleep-Fen butterfly, Cui butterfly, roaring love and even breathing: the clear breath of pure fragrance pervades her, with the protection of pure fragrance, holding and stroking her slim figure! She wasted time! Quiet, rustling all shiny yellow Jin, paved with infinity,-between the waves and scales, there is a bright boat. When I was intoxicated, I put on a colorful coat, sipped an altar of fragrant flowers, broke a vine, danced and fell into a coma among the grapes. Kan, beautiful! The color of Sanchun moved to her Xiangji. It was a rose, a rose, a daffodil, a fresh Yan and an agropyron in the morning sun! At the end of the dream, this secret teased her pure heart, like a child of Feng, abrupt and gentle in the flower heart. Childishness is a dream! Silence; Don't teach me to break the dream god's yin Qin, draw a little gold, draw a little silver, and watch the sunset glow in Zi Xia; Jade wrist and golden shuttle, as meticulous as weaving clothes, have changed their clothes-Cai Xia, Shen Que, Song of Angels and Dance of Angels came into being. Ke loves pear vortex, which explains the joy of virgin dream. Xiang is a dewdrop, trembling, shining with Chen's lotus plate! -Spring Rain in Tianhe Author: If there is no dust, it is raining in Tianhe, and the streets on the street are wet with blue rain and the lights are dim. There, the quiet stone walls are bright blue At this time, it is beautiful, and only the eaves of the house fall into the water. Pear flowers ... the river is surging, the shells are embracing each other in drizzle, the bridge is near, the wings are lightly combed, the cows lie down and listen to the flute, the wind is light, the seeds enter the forest, the rain starts from the forest path, the grass is green, and the eyes are easy to be green. Looking from a distance, deep in the river, blue peach blossoms are just in the misty rain, pavilions, birds singing three or two times, paddles, clear water, calla lilies and Chunlan on the shore are all shining. Spring water rocks the boat on the river, there are stones at the bottom of the water, there are lotus seed gardens, there are children running on the shore, Zhuo secretly likes the rain, and mother and Hu's paper umbrellas come out of the forest. -I'm a wayward child. Maybe I'm a spoiled child of mother Bei. I am willful. I hope every moment is as beautiful as colored wax Bi. I hope I can draw a clumsy and free picture on my beloved German white paper. Flowers, the next eye that will never cry, hey, the sky belongs to the sky. Feathers and leaves are easy, a light green night and apples, I want to draw a smile, I can see it in the morning under the dew of China, and in the summer, all the youngest loves have no pain. Ta has never seen a cloud, her eyes are clear, and she always looks at me. Look at Jue, I won't suddenly turn around. I want to draw a distant wind, a clear horizon and water waves, and many happy rivers in China. I want to paint mountains-covered with faint hairs. I let them get close to each other. It rang, and they fell in love, making every silent spring become Xiaohua's birthday. I also want to paint the future. I don't have a sword. It is impossible to surpass her, but I know she is beautiful. I drew her autumn wind clothes, those flaming vermilion and maple leaves, many hearts extinguished by loving her, a wedding, a festival of waking up in the morning-I am a wayward and easy child, illustrating Boli candy paper and northern fairy tales://fanwen99/article/197893035. I want to erase all my misfortunes. I want to paint windows all over the earth, so that all your eyes can adapt to darkness and light. I want to draw a picture of a downwind, a mountain taller than a mountain, and the vision of the oriental nation. After painting the summer sea-that endless joy is drunk, I want to paint myself on the corner of paper. ..................................................... & gt
Poetry in line with modern student life is 5 points. The fire in your heart has gone out. Why not go straight ahead and disturb the endless entanglement of material desires? Did yi make you lose your way to the holy land? The owner of jujube is unpredictable, and his fantasy is eternal. Zeng also had a daily dream. Once upon a time, your vision was blurred. Have you been scared to cry on the cliff? Ask yourself if she will change the world. Life with * * * is pale, but without * * * jiao, it is powerless. Always looking up at the stars.
Modern poetry written by middle school students is a heavy wall, while Ke is a harbor that relies on the love of his father and can avoid the wind and waves. Dan must sail, but his father's love is always difficult to understand. Ke's reading is an idea. Once upon a time, on the rugged mountain road every morning, you walked firmly to the familiar fields with your feet, and moistened my childhood dreams with dripping Han Zhu. I think the wind and rain are ruthless, blowing the years and flowing through you without regrets. Old bodies always turn into blood in the dark late autumn. Standing on the high building of the city and looking back at the mountains in my hometown, my father is still the most touching one in the landscape. Feng Jingsi recalled his tired figure. Tears blurred my eyes and made me unable to taste ... Fu's love is like a song that lingers in the deepest part of my heart forever.
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