Classic Poetry Suitable for Middle School Students (1)
Bing Xin, the flower of success
Flower of success
People only marvel at her present splendor.
However, when her bud
Soaked with tears of struggle
Rain full of blood and sacrifice
"Answer" North Island
Mean is the passport of the mean,
Nobleness is the epitaph of noble people,
Look, in the golden sky,
Full of twisted reflections of the dead.
The ice age is over,
Why is there ice everywhere?
The Cape of Good Hope was discovered,
Why did Qian Fan compete in the Dead Sea?
I came into this world,
Just paper, rope and numbers,
Before the trial,
Read those condemned voices.
Tell you what, world.
I don't believe it.
Even if you have a thousand challengers under your feet,
Then count me as 10 1.
I don't believe the sky is blue,
I don't believe in the echo of thunder,
I don't believe that dreams are false,
I don't believe in death without retribution
If the ocean is destined to burst its banks,
Let all the bitterness pour into my heart,
If land is destined to rise,
Let mankind choose the peak of survival again.
New turning points and shining stars,
Let the sky have nothing to hide.
This is a 5000-year-old hieroglyph,
Those are the eyes that people will stare at in the future.
Classical Poetry Suitable for Middle School Students (2)
Let's go to North Island.
Come on,
Fallen leaves blow into deep valleys,
Singing has no home.
Come on,
Moonlight on the ice,
It has overflowed from the river.
Come on,
Looking at the same sky,
The heart beats the drum of twilight.
Come on,
We haven't lost our memories,
Let's find the lake of life.
Come on,
Road, road,
There are full of red poppies.
Classic Poetry Suitable for Middle School Students (3)
"Everything" in North Island
Everything is fate.
Everything is a cloud of smoke.
Everything is the beginning without an ending.
Everything is a fleeting pursuit.
All happiness has no smile.
All sufferings have no tears.
All languages are repetitive.
All contacts are new.
All the love is in my heart.
All the past is in a dream.
All hope is accompanied by notes.
All faiths groan.
There was a moment of silence when everything broke out.
All deaths have long echoes.