Middle school students' inspirational modern poems: distant classmates
Distant students
Do you remember a friend like me?
Play pinball together for hours.
Distant students
Do you remember a friend like me?
Those years when a middle school cafeteria fought for a meal.
Distant students
Do you remember a friend like me?
The scene of upgrading a university dormitory
Distant students
Do you still remember me
Time flows into a black hole.
Looking back is just those memories that are gradually dull.
out of touch
Maybe it's just a casual concern in my heart
You can still remember me
Our happiness together.
Distant students
I will remember you.
Whether you remember me or not.
Every familiar face
It's already full of heart.
Become a photo that will never fade.
Inspirational Modern Poetry for Middle School Students: China Teenagers
One comes from the lofty and steep plateau,
I am the snow lotus on the iceberg;
B from Treasure Island surrounded by blue waves.
I am a milk swallow in the sea breeze;
C comes from the vast grassland,
I am a young eagle flying under the blue sky;
Ding came from the loess slope with seven ditches and eight beams.
I am Shandandan, who is fresh and tender by the Yellow River.
Qi! The hope of land growth in China,
We are China teenagers!
Ding Jiuqu's Yellow River taught me perseverance,
Jia Mang (Mng) Mang Kunlun (lún) taught me to stand tall,
C taught me that what is pure is the snowflake in the north.
B What taught me to be warm was the red cotton in southern Xinjiang.
Jia Yi Long's hometown, the cradle of the nation,
Beautiful mountains and rivers, our home.
As soon as I entered the vigorous jìng majestic Chinese characters,
Feel the heroic spirit of Water Margin and Three Kingdoms;
B to picturesque Tang poetry and Song poetry,
Appreciate the bells of Fengqiao and the lonely smoke in the desert;
C babbled in grandma's songs,
The story of Nuwa (wā) and Dayu (Y incarnation) haunts my ears;
Dshāng is a toddler in grandpa's arms.
Dongzi and Lei Feng's footsteps lead me forward.
Chinese people, Chinese people,
Black eyes and yellow skin, the appearance remains the same.
At the end of the month in butyl five, the heart follows the dragon boat to chase the soul of poetry.
Mid-Autumn Festival in August, the full moon sends me thoughts.
At Bao Ao (o) Bao Hui, archery and wrestling showed the' resilience' of small herders;
Holding Ha (h m) Da with one hand, singing and dancing, and blessing my friends.
The beauty of the East nourishes the offspring of the dragon,
Five thousand years of culture is rooted in our hearts.
We remember the advantages and disadvantages of Chinese mothers.
Not to mention what she has suffered.
Qiàn can't pull his question mark-like body straight,
The ancient bricks of the Great Wall can't stop the shrapnel of foreign guns.
c！ It's a spark in July, a boat in South Lake,
Let the oriental lion rise from the nightmare.
The blood of a pioneer revived the frozen soil for thousands of years,
China only smiles at young people.
The Story of Spring resounded throughout the country.
China! Opened a brand-new picture.
Today, history and future will be welded by us.
The baton of the times depends on us,
Standing at the new starting line, loudly answer:
Qi teenager wants to write a poem by China (cuǐ) Can (càn)!
A don't expect sunshine everywhere under your feet.
B don't fantasize about sunny days overhead,
C is not infatuated with the honey pot hotbed given by his father and brother.
Ding doesn't forget the "most dangerous time" battle song flying!
A wants to be the flagship of breaking the waves,
B wants to build a rocket to propel the spaceship.
Third, cut off poverty like a sword.
Ding wants to connect the world with love.
Jia Ding listened, and Lu Sheng (shēng) and suǒ na played together.
Look, the swallow and fly with me the eagle.
Fifty-six flowers are blooming,
Decorate the Wan Li Garden.
One that makes the souls of ancestors proudly marvel:
Qi! This is my China!
This is China boy!
Modern inspirational poems for middle school students: Gardenia season
-to all the students in the graduating class of Hongchun Middle School.
June is a hot month.
When the space expands, everything is clearly visible.
Including all our past.
The gap between light and light
blade pitgh
Distance between cores
A scorching summer
It's been transpiration over our heads.
The moment you were on the road with your dreams.
You can't see where time comes from and where it goes.
You can't see time flowing through your palm.
Spread to the eyes I expect behind you.
These flowers are white and fragrant.
Tears are salty and the future is far away.
Let you ignore all the intersections between us.
Ignore the road we walked together.
Every gardenia blooms in summer.
Ignore the tears that we are about to hold hands and look at each other.
I shouted after you.
Go ahead. We have
on the way
Thorns on the road will not give us time to cry.