High school inspirational poems 1:
I am eager
A ship in the sea
Looking forward to two tough oars
On the deep blue continent
Ride the wind and waves, rise and sail
The seed of a tree.
Eager to break through the thick soil
Reach out and touch the morning light.
Glittering with gold.
bud
Looking forward to breaking through layers of barriers
Stick out your head to breathe the fragrance of the air.
The crystal-like breath spreads in all directions.
A bird in the sky
Longing for powerful wings
In the blue sky
Fly freely and gracefully
but I ...
It's a child.
Running barefoot on the earth
yearn for
The juice of passion
Nourish a rosy dream
yearn for
Travel, grow, spread and fly.
High school inspirational poem II:
collection
Collect the temperature of the sun in winter.
Who collects loneliness in winter?
Faces at night are collected during the day.
Who will collect busy days?
Idols collect fan worship.
Who will collect the gloom of idols?
Thoughts are bound by appearances.
Who will collect the narrowness of thought?
Parents collect debts for their children.
Who will collect the parents' graves?
History collects the past years.
Who will collect the existence of history?
Teachers collect students' growth.
Who will collect the teacher's thoughts?
Youth collects the footprints of years.
Who will collect the rebellion of youth?
You, with all my expectations.
I have collected all your helplessness.
Even if life collects all our expectations.
We should also try our best to collect that little warmth.
High school inspirational poem 3:
Quietly into autumn, it's getting dark.
Entering the third year of high school in autumn
Quiet, elegant, jumping and restrained.
Like stepping into a rich stream? This river
The river bank exudes the fragrance of mature crops.
A riverbed washed by summer.
Become deeper and wider
It's like being baptized in the summer vacation.
Lose frivolity and grow up quietly.
Standing on the starting line of senior three.
Feel the weight of waiting.
Vision is the glory of hard work and sweat.
Looking back is a face of hope and long-cherished wish.
The route along the river
No, who is not struggling, trying to wander?
Undertake the mission of adolescent growth.
Everyone wants to show off their individuality and fly high.
The river flows quietly in autumn.
Flowing with the joy of harvest and sweet fragrance.
Senior three is quietly bred in autumn.
With the hope of hard work and youth.
also
How wild is my heart?
It is getting dark in autumn.