Modern Poetry in Junior and Middle Schools

The modern poem of junior middle school: skylight

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separate

Work under the bright sky

Isn't it better than a group of people

Don't hurt any thoughts.

He cut off some parts of the plant (which is said to be poisonous).

While others are generally accepted.

The sky is clear as a wisp.

Like sparrows scattered in the fields at noon.

Divide different plots

Animals with short tails are thieves.

Exposed to melancholy taro

The wind moved and they left.

It's not far away again

Seeds are jumping in the open and bright sky.

The place where they spend the night is also the place where the stars are buried.

If you work alone, your arms will be strong.

Eyes will shrink.

The stone that jumped out of the ground was really cold.

Cold will gradually weaken the skylight.

When it's a thousand times stronger,

I see a huge pine tree.

I go there after work.

Earth, is your midnight so quiet?

Happy skylight illumination

Sixty years old, I can still do this.

Sleep like a log.

Modern Poetry in Junior and Middle Schools: Companionship

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Shake hands with ghosts in the village.

I went back to September.

The dead make people handsome and young.

I tried to remember.

That strange afternoon

It seems that the journey of hunger and thirst is over.

He disappeared into the whirlpool of Beiling River.

Reappeared on the trunk of the locust field.

Lost any physiological changes.

When the wind blows over that slope

The image of the scarecrow.

Probably someone I talked to when I was a child.

Modern Poetry in Junior and Middle Schools: Flowers of Time

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I love you.

I often think.

Such love

How hard-won.

Take off my hat.

I'm going on a long trip.

It happened that it was already spring.

It snowed heavily again.

Fall in front of my eyes

Like a white flame

I thought I heard your voices.

Distant and quiet

Like the light on songs and strings.

I often grope for your voice.

But now

I can't think of anyone.

Had to sit down silently.

Listen to the flowers wither over the years.

Modern Poetry in Junior Middle School: Father's Manifesto

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See my daughter crawling around on the floor.

Shout out "daddy-daddy-daddy" happily.

I want to be her brother, not her father.

How I want to crawl around on the ground.

Also around my heel.

No sense of accomplishment, depressed all day.

Smile in front of people, and the roots itch behind people.

Let me make a small ball.

Let the daughter shoot higher and higher.

Or make a little shoe.

Travel around the world with her feet.

I, a lonely person.

Don't trust anything.

But left this only flesh and blood in the world.

Fortunately, you only need to eat and drink, not ask for the soul.

Then let's be legless gentlemen and ladies.

Mantianxia crawl bar

Or photosensitive substances in the night wind.

Floating on water and in the air ...

Modern Poetry in Junior Middle School: You must bend over and pull weeds until the afternoon.

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Boys and girls

Like their parents.

weed;no longer longing for something

The boy's aunt powdered her face.

The girl is mourning for a cat.

sometimes

He stopped.

Look at the back of your hand.

Look at your high heels, too

Those grasses

All the way to her knees.

If we don't let them dry up,

Who will exterminate the pests?

Boys and girls

You must bend over and pull weeds until afternoon.