Poems about Grade Five and Grade Six in Winter Vacation

Students have fewer leisure days, and people are twice as busy during the winter vacation. Get up late and stay up late to write articles. Cheeks like vegetables, eyes glazed over. Exhausted, I don't know hate, and I mourn for a long time. A middle school student committed suicide in the next room. Holding the knife in the right hand, the left wrist bleeds. Listening to his classmates makes people sad. Homework is difficult to finish, and I want to be heartbroken all day. What crime did I commit today, standing by the pile of books? Practicing 300 volumes often ends badly at the end of the year. Read here and sigh privately, I can't forget it every day. I wrote a eulogy for (my name) in order to light a lamp at night and solve equations in my dream. Thirty-five days to write newspapers and twenty-four days to recite ancient Chinese. Students suffer greatly! Only that the teacher was ill and that the headmaster was unconscious. Buy a pile of exercise books and win the epitaph behind you. It makes people happen in vain.