What poems are there in the poetry contest?

If you are a middle school student, you might as well recite poems that are familiar to everyone. ※. Five minutes is the best length. There will be many optional materials. Let me give you two examples. "Farewell to Cambridge" Xu Zhimo left me gently, just as I came gently; I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky. The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset; Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart. Green grass on the soft mud, oily, swaying at the bottom of the water; In the gentle waves of He Kanghe, I would like to be an aquatic plant! That pool under the shade of elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky, broken in floating algae and precipitated a rainbow-like dream. Looking for dreams? Support a long pole, wander to a greener place on the grass, load a boat with splendor, and sing in splendor. But I can't play the piano, just a farewell flute; Summer insects are also silent for me. Silence is Cambridge tonight. I left quietly, just as I came quietly; I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud. Dai Wangshu, the author of Rain Lane, holds an oil-paper umbrella. A person lingers in a long, lonely rain lane, hoping to meet a girl as sad as lilac. She is as sad as cloves and as fragrant as cloves in the rain. She lingers in this lonely rain lane, holding an oil-paper umbrella, as indifferent and sad as I am. Disappointed again, she silently approached and threw sighing eyes. She is drifting like a dream, sad and confused like a dream, and like lilacs floating in a dream. This girl drifted past me. She walked silently towards the broken fence. The rain lane disappeared in the sad song of the rain, and her color also disappeared. Even her sighing eyes, lilac-like melancholy, are wandering alone in the long road with an oil-paper umbrella. A long and lonely rain lane, I hope to float across a girl with a lilac knot. Variations on the Stars and the Author of the River If every corner of the earth is full of light, who needs the stars, who will stare at the night for distant comfort, who doesn't want to be a poem every day, and every word is a star, who doesn't want to be like a bee. One night, as gentle as a lake, fireflies and stars swam among water lilies. Who doesn't like spring? Birds fall all over the branches like stars in the sky. There was a flickering sound in the distance. The clouds of white lilacs are hazy. If every corner of the earth is full of light, who needs stars? Who will burn loneliness in the cold and seek a little hope? Who wants to write poems about suffering year after year? Every capital is covered with a group of stars trembling like ice and snow. Who wants to watch the night freeze like a piece of land, and the wind blows off one thin star after another? Who doesn't like flying flags? Who likes Venus in the fire? When the stars in the sky are tired-if you have any questions, send me a message at the station. . I wish you a good ranking .