Inscription: There are such a group of children in the countryside. They are distant cities that stay behind the village smoke and watch their parents work. More and more examples make me feel that these children are a difficult problem in education. Pay attention to left-behind children, they need care!
From the potholed country road
Come on, a kid.
Like birds flying on white clouds.
The stone on his toe is the same as his.
Jump, jump, carefree
Sneak into the classroom like a mountain breeze
Quietly hide in your dark corner.
Playing with a shiny slingshot
Until the teacher floated gently
Leave a red cloud on his cheek.
I suddenly remembered yesterday's homework.
Has been thrown into the wind
The evening breeze blows gently.
The yellow sunset is hidden in the grass.
The flowers in the left-behind village pass through the cracks in the grass leaves.
Count the stars in the moonlight and see which one it is.
According to the city where my parents work, I think.
In the sky of that city
Are there any wings that Shan Ying flew over?
Look, look, look until you see it.
The familiar sky becomes strange.
And then blurred in the shadow of the moon.
Mother's eyes flew from a distance.
Enter his dream and become a lamp.
Wet water wrinkled between eyebrows.
A mole.
There is a mole between the eyebrows of that flower.
There are parents' blood in it.
But you can't feel life thousands of miles away.
Is the source surging?
All I know is that when the riverbed here dries up,
There will be parents from the source of work life.
Send enough water to nourish life.
Unfortunately, the flowers are too tender and the mountain wind is too cold.
His immature breath is not enough to smell.
Blood and sweat are soaked in water.
It smells of rust.
Spring returns to the earth, and a hundred flowers blossom.
The green willows are dancing, composing the music of gratitude.
That is the gratitude of safflower and green leaves to mother earth;
Wan Li has a clear sky and white clouds fluttering, depicting the scene of dispatching people.
That is the gratitude of Baiyun to the blue sky.
We grow up in the sunshine of love,
How many times have I fallen asleep with a feeling of happiness,
How many times have I thought about the future with tears of emotion?
Some people say-
The essence of kindness is to have a grateful heart.
He has a grateful heart,
He is a happy man.
Thanksgiving parents gave us precious life;
Thanks to the teacher for giving us the ability to learn;
I thank my friends for giving us sincere help;
Thanks to the school, it has given us a harmonious growth environment.
Have a grateful heart,
We care about others;
Have a grateful heart,
We study hard and cherish ourselves;
Have a grateful heart,
We learn to be tolerant and win true love and friendship;
With a grateful heart, we have a happy and bright future.
Let's all have one.
A grateful heart.
As long as everyone gives a little love, I believe tomorrow will be better!