The pupils praised the school's poems.

If the school is a high mountain, then we are the grass at the foot of the mountain, growing slowly under the protection of the mountain. If the school is a lighted lamp, then we are people in the dark, and under the guidance of the lamp, we are moving towards the light. If the school is a warm home, then we are happy children at home and grow up under the care of the family. ..... Ah, school, you are just like my mother. How happy I am in your arms! I love our school, just like Caojingshan; People's gratitude for the light in the dark; Children's love for home! With deep respect and deep love, we are enjoying the flowers and swimming in the ocean of knowledge! Ah, dear school, flowers will blossom and bear fruit, and we will grow up. But no matter when, you will always be an immortal monument in our hearts! Praise the school poem. I hang your name on my chest every day. I can feel your great love. You will always be my forest. I am a small seed. My thoughts germinate under your care. Every time I look up at you, your shoulders are like a wooden house with blue sky and white clouds. I once imagined that we could stand together forever. All the beautiful mornings and nights wake up silently at your feet, and I have grown into a moving tree since I fell asleep today. Relive the love you gave me, and I will stand in a corner of my life like you, and form a shady campus in the storm of years. The golden campus is full of people, and the young mind is full of infinite expectations. We will vent our passion and radiate colorful green campus life. Those ignorant teenagers are flaunting the brilliance of life and enjoying the infinite fiery campus of knowledge. Full of knowledge, looking forward to the new school year, colorful campus in four seasons, year after year, we grew up in a blink of an eye, so we silently left references with the joy of growth:

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