lake
Give up water wisdom.
Stop looking up at the sky
In order to produce tears of humiliation, you must shed tears.
To water the quiet orchard in my hometown.
Generations don't need insight
The earth appeared.
With joy and pain.
Rebuild the roof of my hometown
Give up meditation and wisdom
If you can't bring wheat
Please be honest with the earth.
Silence and your dark nature
The wind blew smoke out of the kitchen.
The orchard is whispering beside me.
"Hands-on labor
Comfort the soul "
homeland
lake
I want to be a loyal son from afar
And temporary material lovers.
Like all poets who dream of horses.
I have to follow the path of martyrs and clowns.
Everyone put out the fire together, and I held it high alone.
This fire is a big flower, which falls to the sacred motherland.
Like all poets who dream of horses.
I spent my whole life in the dark.
This fire is the language of the great motherland, and it is a Liangshan walled city built of stones.
Dream of Dunhuang-the skeleton that will be cold in July.
Such as firewood with snow and hard snow strips across the mountain.
Like all poets who dream of horses.
I threw myself into this fire, and these three just imprisoned me and spit out bright lights.
Ten thousand people have to walk through my knife to build the language of the motherland.
I am willing to start from scratch.
Like all poets who dream of horses.
I'd also like to sit at the bottom of the prison.
Of all God's creations, only I am the most perishable.
With an irresistible death legacy
Only food is my baby, and I hold her tightly.
Hold her and have a baby in your hometown.
Like all poets who dream of horses.
I would also like to bury myself in the surrounding mountains.
See a quiet home
Facing the river, I am infinitely ashamed.
I wasted my years and felt very tired.
Like all poets who dream of horses.
Time flies, not a drop of water remains. A horse died.
If I am reborn on the shore of my motherland in a thousand years.
A thousand years later, I once again owned the rice fields in China and the snow-capped mountains and horses in the Zhou Dynasty.
Zeta
Like all poets who dream of horses.
I choose an eternal career.
My job is to be the life of the sun.
Throughout the ages-"Japan"-he is brilliant.
Like all poets who dream of horses.
Finally, it was carried into the immortal sun by the gods at dusk.
The sun is my name.
The sun is my life.
The top of the sun buried the body of poetry-the Millennium Kingdom and me.
Riding a 5,000-year-old phoenix and a dragon named Ma-I will fail.
But poetry itself will win the sun.
I think these two poems are good ... both are Haizi's. ..
Please ask that the English songs suitable for playing on campus are smaller than those of your classmates. This genius will tell you! Backstreet Boys: The shape of my heart How did I fall in love with your western life? My love is seasonal roses in the sun. You lift me up, Soledad. I need you idle people to wait. : font brings me to your heart to heal the world. Here I am a big girl, and God is a girl. Casablanca was here again yesterday, waiting for the carefree wh. Isper lemon tree (the last five songs are older) still has a lot to listen to, but it is not suitable for school, or its brain is rusty and it can't be remembered. I'll make do with this for you first, and then ask me for it if it's not enough. For the sake of old classmates, I'll give you a discount 12 _ @ from: cow.
Modern poetry should be suitable for primary school students to read and have a long length. -For the children.
-Read Dickinson's Beyond the Fence.
Beyond the fence
There is a strawberry.
I know, if I want to.
I can climb over.
Strawberries, how sweet!
But a dirty apron.
God will definitely scold me.
Oh, honey, I guess if he was a child, too
He will climb over, if, he can climb over!
-Dickinson's Beyond the Hedge (
Seek some piano music suitable for playing on campus, my neighbor totoro in Miyazaki Hayao animation.
Final fantasy theme song "Lighaves' Memory"
Snow dream (snow dream)
Kiss the rain
spread
Anne wonderland
The girl's prayer
General regulations
Bandari's is actually good.
What modern poems are suitable for grade six? They should be more developed and longer than my nanny.
Dayanhe is my nanny.
Her name is the name of the village where she was born
She is a child bride,
Dayanhe is my nanny.
I am the son of the landlord;
I also grew up eating milk from Dayan River.
Son of Dayan River.
Dayanhe raised her family and me,
I grew up on your milk,
Dayanhe, my Baum.
Dayanhe, the snow I saw today reminds me of you:
Your grave is covered with snow,
Your closed, dead Waffy living under the eaves,
The square garden you pawned,
The mossy stone chair in front of your door,
Dayanhe, the snow I saw today reminds me of you.
You hold me in your arms with thick palms and touch me;
After you set up the stove,
After you took charcoal powder off your skirt,
When you taste the cooked rice,
When you put the black sauce bowl on the black table,
When you have mended your child's clothes cut by thorns on the hillside,
After you bandaged your son's hand cut with a wooden knife,
When you strangle the clams on your husband's lining one by one,
When you pick up the first egg today,
You hold me in your arms with your big palm and touch me.
I am the landlord's son,
After I ate all your milk in Dayan River,
I was taken home by my parents who gave birth to me.
Ah, Dayanhe, why are you crying?
I'm a new guest at my parents' house!
I touched the furniture carved with red paint,
I touched the gold pattern on my parents' bed,
I looked blankly at the plaque on the eaves that I didn't know, "Family Fun".
I touched the silk and shell buttons of my new dress.
I looked at my mother's unfamiliar sister,
I sat on a kang stool with a brazier on it.
I have eaten rice that has been ground three times.
However, I am so embarrassed! Because I
I became a new guest in my parents' house.
Dayanhe, for the sake of life,
After she drank all the milk,
She began to work with her arms hugging me;
She washed our clothes with a smile.
With a smile on her face, she went to the frozen pond near the village with a vegetable basket.
She smiled and cut Rob with ice.
With a smile on her face, she took out the spent grains eaten by pigs with her hands.
She fanned the fire in the saucepan with a smile on her face.
She smiled and went to the square with a basket on her back.
Sun those soybeans and wheat,
Dayanhe, for the sake of life,
After she drank all the milk,
She just held my arm and worked hard.
Wild goose river, deeply in love with her breasts;
During the Chinese New Year, I was busy cutting him the candy of that winter rice.
For him, she often walks quietly to her home on the edge of the village.
For him, walk up to her and call "Mom".
Dayan River, the red and green Guan Yunchang he painted.
Stick it on the wall next to the stove,
Dayanhe will boast about her breasts to her neighbors;
Dayanhe had a dream that he couldn't tell people:
In the dream, she ate her child's wedding wine,
Sitting in the bright and colorful hall,
Her beautiful daughter-in-law affectionately calls her "old woman"
… … … …
Dayanhe, love her breasts!
Dayanhe died before her dream woke up.
When she died, her breasts were not with her,
When she died, her mother-in-law who usually scolded her also shed tears for her.
Five sons, each crying sadly,
When she died, she whispered the name of her child.
Dayanhe, dead,
When she died, her breasts were not with her.
Dayanhe, tears streaming down her face!
After more than 40 years of bullying,
The misery of countless slaves,
With a four-dollar coffin and a few bundles of rice grass,
There are square cemeteries several feet long,
With a handful of paper and money,
Dayanhe, she left with tears in her eyes.
This is what Dayanhe doesn't know:
Her drunken husband died,
The eldest son became a bandit,
The second one died in the smoke of gunfire,
Third, fourth and fifth times
On the other hand, I am writing an ode to this evil world.
When I returned to my native land after a long wandering,
In Shan Ye,
Brothers and sisters meet, more intimate than six or seven years ago!
This, this is for you, the sleepy Dayan River.
You don't know anything!
Dayanhe, your baby is in prison today.
Write a beautiful poem for you,
Give you the purple soul under the loess,
Reach out to you and hug my hand,
Let you kiss my lips,
Presenting you with a muddy and soft face,
Dedicated to the nursing room where you raised me,
To your sons, my brothers,
Presented on the earth in the form of cutting,
My dam-like Baum and their son,
Dedicated to Dayan River, which loves me as my own son.
Dayanhe, I grew up eating your milk.
Your son
I respect you.
love you
Li Ming's common sense
For my prayers.
Poet, get up
Please tell them.
Said that what they had been waiting for had come.
Said I came from the dew.
Has been led by the last star.
I come from the east.
Come up from the rough sea
I will bring light to the world.
Bring warmth to mankind.
Lend you a straight mouth.
Please arouse my interest.
A man who knows that his eyes are burning with thirst
And distant cities and villages are immersed in hardships.
Invite them to welcome me.
The first pilot of the white sun, the messenger of light.
Open all the windows to welcome you.
Open all the doors to welcome you.
Please whistle to welcome you.
Please blow the horn to welcome us.
Please ask the street sweeper to sweep the street.
Please take the truck to move the garbage.
Let the workers walk in the street with broad steps.
Let the cars line up in a splendid procession across the square.
Please wake up from the wet fog.
I broke down their fence to welcome them.
Let the village women open their chickens.
Ask the farmers to pull the plowed cows out of the cowshed.
Tell them through your warm mouth.
Said I came from the other side of the mountain, the other side of the forest.
Ask them to clean up those dry fields.
And those dirty wells.
Please open the window covered with floral paper.
Please open the door with Spring Festival couplets.
Please call the woman who woke Yin Qin up.
And the boy who snores.
Ask young lovers to get up, too.
And those sleepy girls
Please wake up the sleeping mother.
And the baby next to him
Please wake everyone up.
Even the patients and midwives
Even those old people
People groaned in bed.
Even the wounded fighting for justice.
And those refugees who fled because of the collapse of their hometown.
Please wake up those unfortunate people.
I will comfort them.
Please wake up a person who loves life.
Workers, technicians and painters
Please welcome the singer with a song.
The sound of grass soaking dew
Ask the dancers to dance to welcome you.
Put on their white misty dressing gowns.
Please wake up those healthy and beautiful people.
Say I'll knock on their window at once.
Please be loyal to the poets of that era.
Bring comfort to mankind.
Ask them to prepare for the happy reception, and ask all people to prepare for the happy reception.
I will come when the rooster crows for the last time.
Ask them to look up at the sky with sincere eyes.
I will give the kindest light to all who have been waiting for me.
Please tell them at the end of the night.
Said that what they were waiting for came.
Getaiyang
In the morning, I woke up from my sleep,
I am happy to see your brilliance;
Although I was sleepy last night,
Troubled by countless nightmares.
Your fresh, gentle, bright and clean light,
Shining on the window I haven't opened for a long time,
Paint the window paper pale yellow like pollen,
Embedded in a light blue neat grid,
I was so excited that I got out of bed.
Open and close the window for a winter,
Let you put a bright tablecloth woven with all the gold thread,
Spread it on my table by the window.
So, I was surprised to see you:
This is true, there is no doubt about it.
You stand on the top of the mountain opposite,
Smile so brightly.
I look at you with my eyes open,
Eager to capture your image,
How strong, how confused, how strict!
Your light stung my pupils.
Sun, your immortal philosopher,
You bring happiness to people,
That is, let the most unlucky people see you,
I also feel your comfort in my heart.
You are a blacksmith sometimes,
A good goldsmith alive;
You cast the sun into a golden wheel, but you didn't count it.
Flying in the ancient wilderness ...
Without you, sun,
When you cut life, you will crawl in the dark.
Even with wings and arms, it can only be like a bat.
Flying in the eternal night.
I love you as people love their mothers,
You provide light and heat for my thoughts and thoughts-
Let me live with passion, let me suffer for thinking.
Until my life was taken away by death.
After a long and lonely winter,
Today, I want to go to the top of the mountain
Untie my clothes, naked,
Bathe my soul with your light ...
Why are all fools on April Fool's Day campus? Be realistic! Tell the teacher that you didn't take your homework, then present your hands and say to the teacher, "Happy April Fool's Day!" " "This situation is limited to interesting teachers, otherwise, the consequences will be at your own risk. )
This week, one of my roommates made our whole dormitory very uncomfortable. Because she did a two-faced thing.
However, I still think there is no need for revenge. Be careful in the future, just watch out for others at all times.
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A song suitable for singing on campus, the initial dream.
encounter
Ray
How to play running men on campus, unite a group of students who like running men (preferably including a young artist who can write scripts), make their own famous brands, design plots and tear them up.
A * * * There are several modes:
Spy killer (personal war, that is, one spy in a group is responsible for tearing up the famous brand of the unknown person. Unsuspecting people have to find out the spy and complete the assigned task to win, otherwise the spy wins)
Unity challenge (teamwork, that is, a group of people working together to complete a seemingly impossible task)
Tear each other in groups (divide into 2~3 groups, compete in the contest, and finally decide the winner by tearing the enemy's famous brand)
It's better to tell the whole story of running man through a movie, a legend or a game, so it can be more fun.
——/kloc-A suggestion of 0/4 year old running male powder