My school
Author: Sword of the East (Modern)
That is the school that stands on the hill.
There are four seasons like spring.
There are dense bamboo forests.
Wild flowers are everywhere, grass grows and warblers fly.
The river is surrounded by schoolbags.
Tall buildings are full of songs.
Butterflies are flying and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Surrounded by bees, that's all.
My beautiful school
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school
Author: Lai Hui (Modern)
The attribute of human soul engineering
The missionary's explanation also
The place where the flowers of the motherland are in bud
The spring of childhood and adolescence is a glorious time.
It contains bit by bit.
The sound of reading in school
Sound flows into the sea of builders
seek knowledge
Burning years, the birthplace of Millennium culture
Spread the dream of Chinese rejuvenation
Self-improvement, struggle, inheritance and innovation
Life and growth in nature
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The old camphor tree in the school
Author: Chen (Modern)
Winter dusk
Walk towards the only remaining old camphor tree on campus
Stop and look up at the rebuilt campus.
Leave that coagulated scar.
Stroking the acne left by the years.
You have passed the age of no doubt.
No longer put youth and frivolity
The arm that stirs up the wind and rain extends into the distance.
Now he is as humble as an old man.
A narrative that is no longer passionate.
Gifts of sunshine and rain
Chun Yang's favor, xia yang's enthusiasm.
Youth and the past are quietly written into the inner circle.
Staring at the child with a low eyebrow.
Play, grow, leave
I'm in your shade
Close your eyes and listen to the wind blowing in your young heart.
I am singing with you.
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I walked past the school
Author: Face Life (Modern)
I walked past the school.
See the lights on in the distance.
Like the most beautiful star in the sky.
Male, female
The nib brushed the book.
Leave a red mark
There is a circle, a little, and a straight line.
There are also words of encouragement.
A long question mark
From long black hair
Turn into a white silver line
strain every nerve
Straighten the question mark
Turn into a sigh
cobweb
Round and round.
silking
One bite, another bite
Hand triangle
Draw two parallel lines
All the way to the edge of the blackboard.
Put it in the meta leaf.
But there is no intersection.
The horizon is everywhere.
Therefore, there is a starting point about ideals.
Life is no longer lonely.
The future becomes within reach.
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The school has an ideal.
Author: Lin (Modern)
Open your left eye in early spring.
Start a day's journey with a smile
The students walked under the nourishment of heavy rain.
Active as a flute.
Let those who study hard
Read widely. It seems to be asking carefully.
The answer that comes to mind
I can't help but flow out.
Let people who love sports
As fast as flying. It seems to be moving slightly
The true self in my heart
I can't help expressing it.
Open your right eye in late autumn
More active.
Through people's efforts
Stay in my heart
Blue sky looking for blue sky, white clouds looking for white clouds.
New leaves become fallen leaves, and summer becomes severe winter.
Like-minded, together
Lazy, separate.
Winter hasn't come yet
The leaves have fallen.
The flute is active and the piano is elegant.
Ringtone broadcast, front door to back door.
Work hard and the ideal will become a reality.
Despair, ideal becomes fantasy.
It's already dark and the lights are out.
People are still studying in their sleep.