A collection of primary school students' poetry comments

Rain Sometimes you blow mushroom-shaped bubbles on the earth like a naughty child, and sometimes you dance like an elegant * * * in the breeze. Sometimes you knock out beautiful notes on the window strings like a happy musician. Sometimes you will shed painful tears like a wronged child. Sometimes you are in pain. Sometimes you are salty. Sometimes you are acid rain. I like your colorful appearance. Comments: This poem was written in the second person. It is kind and moving, showing your love for rain. From the different postures and tastes of rain, the author wrote the colorful appearance of rain, full of imagination. Sometimes it's a child, sometimes it's * * *, sometimes it's happy, sometimes it's sad, it's catchy to read, and it's expressed by emotion. You can feel the colorful inner world of children, and at the same time, your heart is ringing. Fly. I really want to fly, fly in the blue sky, fly in the white clouds, look up at the golden sun and overlook the green trees below. Fly, I really want to fly, kiss birds, touch the plane, and let the refreshing wind blow my long hair. I want to fly to Beijing, see the Great Wall and the Forbidden City. I want to fly to Taiwan Province Province and say hello to my compatriots in Taiwan Province Province. Fly, I want to fly, free and unrestrained. I want to turn my feet into running water and let the mother river sail forever. I want to turn my eyes to the moon in Mid-Autumn Festival and the children under the banyan tree. I want to turn my body into fertile land, so that the barren land in northwest China also has the fragrance of wheat. I want to hang my ears high in the air and always be vigilant so that criminals have nowhere to hide.