Poems praising the school

( 1)

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

(2)

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

(3)

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.

(4)

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.

(5)

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.