Ah, poetry! You grow endlessly on that vast and sourceless land, and you never die or stop! Your rhyming tone is so popular!
PS: I’m sorry I didn’t see yours:
Imitate two foreign poems from the first unit of the ninth grade volume.
Now here is the perfect version: The poetry of the earth never stops, just like the sweet milk of a mother nourishes the living people. The poetry of the earth never dies, just like the fertile soil of the mountains and forests nourishes the living. Countless literati and poets have drawn artistic nourishment from him. The poetry of the ground has grown into a towering tree. It is intricately rooted and will never disappear. It is rooted in the ordinary but extraordinary because its poetry will be sung in people's mouths from generation to generation. The stars move until eternity
Or:
The rain brings hope, the wind takes away the sorrow, the earth gives us life, we bring civilization, and from now on we sing freely , we are the masters of the world, we can eat when we want, sleep when we want, make others happy and we will be happy too
Or:
The poetry of the earth will never die:
The rustling spring rain will always nourish our hearts.
The sound of little seedlings drinking water,
Can it bring you a hint of joy?
The moment the seeds burst out of the ground,
Did that vigorous life ever inspire your sunken soul?
The poetry of the earth never dies:
Joy Xia Lei beats the rhythm of progress
The scorching sun cannot hide the flaming youth,
The gentle breeze blows up the skirts, driving our beating hearts,
How can you suppress the urge to jump!
The poetry of the earth will never die:
The little girl blushed at the numerous fruits,
The sky is high and the air is refreshing, the soul is light,
but the joy will never disappear,
accompanied by the rolling waves of wheat,
the sound of the mature season Breath
Do you still want the small window to be closed and flooded?
The poetry of the earth will never die,
The beating little elves , singing songs,
accompanied by brisk dancing, running towards us
. Don’t think of the sound of firecrackers,
frightened us Little elf, what should I do?