Modern poetry created by fourth-grade students;
What is love in this world?
Love in the mountains is dust, love in the sky is cloud, and I don't know why.
In this world, mountains are affectionate and water is affectionate.
I don't know why I feel this way. If it is sentimental, it is old.
The right path in the world is vicissitudes. Wish you good health.
Modern poetry created by fourth-grade students;
I want the sky to be my classroom, where I study and grow up happily with my friends.
I want rice to sing for me, be my music teacher and sing happiness with me.
I want the lights to flash for me, to be my starting light, and to accompany me on a successful journey.
I want to be a seagull and enjoy freshness and freedom.
Becoming a soldier is my greatest dream, and dying for my country is my greatest responsibility.
Modern poetry created by fourth-grade pupils;
Red is fire, it is an eternal force.
For red, I feel my heart is full of light at once.
Red is the revolution, the color of countless martyrs' lives and the symbol of heroes.
Isn't it? For red, I feel brave and occupy my heart.
Red is the motherland, the color of the national flag fluttering in the wind,
Isn't it? For red, I feel the infinite power from standing up to being powerful.
Modern poetry created by fourth-grade students;
This stream has been flowing for a long time.
Tinkling streams are like blue dyes. Dyed with the flowers on the shore, the flowers turn blue, dyed with the fish in the water, and the fish turn blue.
The stream twitters across the grass, and the birds are singing cheerful songs.
Bang bang, the stream hit the rock and became a drum stick.
In sasha vujacic, the stream runs through the Woods and the trees play a symphony.
By the stream, looking at the flowing water, it shines in the orchid.
I like streams because they are the source of life.
I looked down and tasted the natural juice, which was cold and sweet.
Modern poetry created by fourth-grade student V;
Autumn in September ushered in the tenth five-year plan.
Fifteen flowers for you, in the most beautiful years.
You are as white as white clouds hanging high in the blue sky.
You are like the sunset glow in the sky at dusk, colorful.
You are a star in the night sky, unique.
I hope this insignificant blessing will leave ripples in your heart.