We came noisily.
Young mind
Full of infinite expectations
The world in plain clothes
We let off steam.
Passionate feelings
The colorful life of radiation
Green campus
Those ignorant teenagers
Publicize the glory of life
Appreciate the infinity of knowledge
Hot campus
Those young faces
Full of knowledge
Looking forward to the new school year
Four seasons campus
Every year is more colorful.
at once
We have grown up.
therefore
With the joy of growing up
We left silently.
On the praise of school poetry;
If the grass has no dew, it will never enjoy the happiness of growing up. If there are no stars in the sky, people will lose their beacon.
The text of "Praise of School Poetry" begins >> If grass has no nectar,
Then it will never enjoy the joy of growing up.
If there are no stars in the sky
Then people will lose the beacon they refer to.
If there is no gardener in the garden
It's just a barren land.
If we don't have a teacher
So, so what will happen?
Teachers are sweet nectar.
She makes the grass grow sturdily.
Teachers are shining stars.
She showed us the way.
The teacher is hard gardener
She turned the barren land into a beautiful garden.
If, if there is no teacher.
We wouldn't be here now.
Thank you, teacher.
You gave birth to us with sweet and prosperous milk.
You moistened us with hard sweat.
There are mountains beyond the mountains.
"Building outside the castle peak"-whose poem is this and what is the following sentence? Chen Qin doesn't remember clearly and doesn't want to verify it. It seems untrue. If you don't know, say you don't know-but you have to find out later. There are so many things you don't know, what reason can you be proud of? He remembers that when he was in primary school, his academic performance was always among the best. After being admitted to junior high school, I really realized the meaning of "green hills are there, and I am not afraid of burning firewood".
As soon as Chen Qin stepped into the gate of middle school, he was attracted by the environment there. Not long after, he heard a headmaster praise the school's poems: the mountains in northern Hebei in the south, the streams flowing on both sides, the National Defense Road in the east and the Miliangchuan in Yuan Ye in the west. Chen Qin felt very apt and touching about this poetic scene. "If you want to catch up, you must go to a higher mountain!" He secretly made up his mind
Chen Qin is a little partial to Chinese, and he can't catch up with other courses, which makes him taste the hardships of climbing mountains outside the mountain, which is even worse than swallowing sticky sweet potato leaves. Although the country has experienced three years of natural disasters, Chen Qin's family still lives a life of "six months of bran vegetables and six months of dried sweet potatoes". Other students eat white corn steamed bread, which can only eat dried sweet potatoes, corn porridge and chaff. However, whether attending class or studying by himself in the morning and evening under the gas lamp, he is so dedicated and serious, keeping a close eye on the mountain peak and trying to climb it.
By the end of the first grade of junior high school, Chen Qin had been among the best in all subjects, especially his upgraded composition, which was regarded as a model essay of the third grade Chinese class in the cognition of the Chinese teaching and research section teachers, and attracted many students' praise.
"Is there a mountain outside the mountain?" It should be for sure. But when you stand on the top of the mountain, sometimes you won't be so sober, let alone a young boy. -adults are not necessarily so sober.
So is Chen Qin.
He has an idea, by looking at the mountain peak, to see what the world outside the mountain is like. -For example, does the world outside the mountain also eat sweet potato leaves?
A small change
I haven't updated the space for a long time. I always feel that I have the perseverance to update my space every day. However, time has once again proved her deterrent, and I find it very funny, because I was ruthlessly destroyed by the last bit of reserve. There was a lot of unhappiness and unhappiness the other day, but life is so full of mysterious attraction. Even if it makes me black and blue, I still can't stop myself from feeling it and experiencing this strangeness for the first time and in my life.
I don't want to write every little thing in the space. Since I study art, I can't always make others think that what I write is superficial, hehe, although my ability is extremely limited. Take a recent poem praising the school as an example. I already want to hit my head against the wall. It's really not inspiring. However, I still hope to write some words that can make my heart tremble a little, even if it is so subtle. ...
Too many things happened during the May Day Golden Week. There are so many things to write, I always have no clue, except sorting out or sorting out ... After I came back, things immediately increased, just like a flood, which flooded me in the blink of an eye. I find that I always regard space as my outlet, and always write down countless complaints here, frozen in the bits and pieces of memory, so that such sadness and helplessness become history and become a scar that I will never erase when I grow up. However, in reality, I don't like this. The only result of doing this is to make a big self become a wooden shell that I don't even know myself. Because I realize this, I will slowly change myself and change this holy place that I regard as the complete freedom of the soul:) Write a poem in front of me:
I fly to heaven with devil's wings.
When one day my soul leaves me.
For the first time in the sky, an elegy of life was played.
I
But I can only lie still.
Feel the pulse of the earth with that cold body
Listening to the inner weakness.
Waiting for this to end.
When all the voices in my world are gone.
When my still infatuated eyes slowly close.
I
Know that I have left.
However, I also clearly understand that
I want to go to another world that doesn't belong to me.
I've been listening for a long time
When the soul leaves the body.
I was destined to go from a familiar place
Go to a strange place
Whether I like it or not.
Faced with such a fact
in my opinion
Struggle and resistance are obviously unnecessary.
Maybe I-
It is such a resigned person.
I wonder if God played a joke on me.
When I was ruthlessly manipulated in my hand.
When you slowly lose consciousness.
In front of me is a crossroads.
At the end of the crossroads, two completely different worlds are connected.
A man named hell
The other is called heaven.
I knew it a long time ago in my old world.
Hell is full of demons with their mouths open.
In heaven,
Angels with white wings are everywhere.
Just when I didn't hesitate
When you are willing to make the choice you think is right.
The road to heaven before us
missing
Disappear so completely
It breaks my heart.
That's why.
I firmly believe that
All this is just a joke of God.
but I ...
It's just a role in this joke.
A unique protagonist
I
Still obedient!
Or suffer silently?
Even if it is my nature, it is my original intention.
But I still can't use reason to suppress my sensibility.
The raging anger instantly burned the whole hell.
The devil at the end of the road ran around screaming wildly.
Howling came and went.
Fierce flames dyed the sky red.
Let the anger burn more violently!
I will burn my cowardice and timidity with my grief and indignation.
Let the anger burn more violently!
I will burn the whole hell with my second life.
I will spend my next life atoning for today.
I want to fly to heaven with devil's wings. ...