Civilization and etiquette accompany my poems.

Poetry accompanied by civilization and etiquette should make the earth green, the sky blue, the rivers clear, the air clean, the flowers bloom, the birds sing, and the environment become better. Everyone should start from me. Although it is important to learn manners first, manners are also better. Observe the school rules and be polite when meeting the teacher. Students are friendly, and friendship is held tightly by small hands. Take care of public property, rest assured, and establish a new style. I will do it. Students who ride civilized songs, remember that when getting on and off the bus, the team is lined up. Get in the car, don't run around, and get some change for the ticket. In the carriage, don't make any noise, be quiet and orderly. Don't grab a seat if you have one. Old people and children will take care of it. When you get off the bus, you won't be crowded, and you will easily fall down if you delay time. Be civilized, be polite, and go to school happily. Everyone praised the little white rabbit for being polite, crossed the bridge and went to see it. Alas, grandpa goat came and waddled across the bridge White rabbit, run back and stand by the bridge and wave. "Grandpa, please go first, step by step." The river laughed and the fish jumped up and down, praising the white rabbit for being polite. The beautiful teaching building on campus is really lively. Willow is green and flowers are beautiful. Students, jump and jump. Be polite. Say hello to the teacher. Say hello to your classmates. Take care of the environment and make new moves. If there is rubbish, someone will deal with it. When you see waste paper, bend down and pick it up. Protecting the environment is everyone's responsibility. The campus is beautiful. Let's laugh together. The sun is soft in March, the willows are long in April, the paintings are beautiful in May, and the songs are loud in June. Plant trees, clean windows, pave roads and repair walls. Miss Aunt Wang wants to write a letter (Aunt Wang, let me write a letter for you, thank you, my child). How loud the song of civilization is! March is like a clear spring, April is full of honey, May is full of good news, and June sings "Let". My mother led me to the car, and everyone scrambled to give up their seats. The car stopped and another old woman came over, trembling and a little lame. Like an electric shock, my mother quickly picked me up and gave up my seat. The old woman sat down gratefully, but hugged me tightly. "Come on, the bus is crowded. Let the children sit with me." When the bus started, I hugged the old woman tightly and wanted to drive away-I was really like the flowers of my motherland, and everyone loved me so kindly. From now on, I will also give my seat to the old people and children, and-I will build a big car so that everyone who rides can have a seat. Spring blossoms in March, sunny in April, full of "Lei Feng" in May, jubilant in June, and stars and torches shine on me. We strive to be civilized and good teenagers. I wonder if the flower of civilization will bloom on the motherland forever ~ Sorry ~