On the way to school in spring, students' laughter is everywhere, and the breath of youth is everywhere. Look at the rising sun just rising slowly from the horizon, feel the warmth of spring sunshine, appreciate those street trees with green leaves, and gently shake their bodies in the breeze, as if waving to us; Or in the misty spring rain, the drizzle is like silk, washing away the green leaves of the grass under the stones on the wall, and the joy of playing with unknown birds between the tips of the leaves moistens our students' hearts. In spring, every day is a small poem, peaceful and unpretentious, with a long lasting appeal.
In the classroom in midsummer, there is always a vibrant atmosphere in the air, which makes us students who are immersed in reading experience an infinite motivation and a touching passion. Is this a gift from the scorching sun or an encouragement to wash the blue sky? We don't know. All I know is the dancing figures on the court, the partners enjoying the cool and laughing in the dark green shade, and the small light spots that try to cross the thick green leaves and directly hit the ground. Listen, the bell as loud as the war drum has rung, and we are back in the classroom, realizing the dreams and vows of youth in front of the textbooks ... Every day in midsummer is a colorful and moving poem, full of youthful blood and colorful.
On the way to school in autumn, the yellow leaves drifted with the wind, rotated and folded in the waltz at the end of life, and finally landed, filling our way home with our last breath. Looking at the distant mountains, the setting sun is like blood, and the autumn wind blows our faces with the coolness of the northland. I can't help feeling sad. I clenched my fist and hurried to a warm home under the dusk sky. Autumn, every day is a poem, indifferent, quiet and beautiful, and where you will go is for a better reunion in the coming year.
The cold winter has come and the cold wind is howling. It is a magnificent poem, but when I think of my classmates' words and parents' concern, every day in winter is a warm and touching poem.
This is a poem in my heart, mixed with bitterness and joy, embellishing my life and inspiring my struggle and progress.