Poetry 1:
Two flowers are stuck in the wind, whose ear am I stuck in? Wheels, waterwheels and big houses rotate in the wind, just like the brim of a flowered hat, many of which are filled with faint water particles. Suddenly, two children came to the small garden. They danced and planted trees with small shovels, like rolling two naughty donkeys. The water was in a big jar and suddenly they ran to the children to breathe. I think of a child named Xiaomei. One day, she sat quietly on the grass cart, flapping the yellow straw. Another child walked by, grabbed the maltose fragrance and ran to the dusk to weigh her feet.
Poetry 2:
I am a tree, planted on your hillside. I thought I could keep the castle peak young, but it turned out to be white. This spring, this stream, this trickle of acacia, has merged into a deep pool. I thought I could quietly reflect the flowers, but you were wrinkled by a gust of wind.
Poetry 3:
Plant a green tree beside the ditch in the wasteland of the river beach and make a good wish. From then on, there was a green hope to grow with the young trees and let a young life stand upright. This is our imaginary mood, waving green wings at the sun, letting the golden sunshine give a good wish to the young trees, watching us plant young trees one by one and putting green clothes on the earth.
Make Mother Earth's skin richer, so that she won't be eroded by the storm. Let our young trees put on lush thoughts, bloom flowers, produce the fragrance of singing, and let birds nest happily on the young trees. The joyful atmosphere plays and sings on the green leaves of young trees. We breathe the air dyed by young leaves, and fruitful fruits are covered with branches. The elegant fruit fragrance intoxicated our life, and the splendid land was full of poetic power.