A modern poem about chalk Part I: Chalk, you are lightning.
Cut through the night sky
Thunder sang a hymn.
Bonfire lighting
bright eyes
The mind is full of wisdom.
Chinese characters are dripping with your sweat.
Broken flesh and blood built a pagoda of the soul.
in the dark
You have a beautiful figure.
Snowflakes are falling one after another.
Fly with you and sacrifice your smile
The moment of breaking into pieces
You always sing beautiful campus songs.
In the eager eyes
See the blue sky
White clouds in the sky
Like Aries.
That's the embodiment of your beauty.
Modern Poetry on Chalk Part II: Chalk Although chalk is only two inches long,
But it dedicated its whole life to people.
Its daily job is to draw and draw on that black land.
How boring!
But it didn't complain,
Still working hard every day,
It doesn't feel low at all.
It teaches us to create new words,
Teach us arithmetic,
Taught us a, b, c, b, C.
It leads us to forge ahead bravely on the steep mountain road.
Take us swimming in the ocean of knowledge.
however
It will eventually turn into powder,
Disappear into this world.
The obscurity of chalk,
How respectable is the spirit of selfless dedication!
Modern Poetry about Chalk Part III: Chalk, I think, is on the blackboard.
Write a poem with chalk.
It doesn't take long to exist.
Maybe just once.
When flowers bloom
That's enough.
Waiting for the flowers to bloom.
Wait for the nail to rust.
Waiting for the ruins to become a market.
When you turn around.
I tell you, stay.
But someone will delete it.
Pass through a piece
Gray rain
Will become quiet and mature.
Every poem has a different fate.
It not only praises love.
I also submitted a copy.
This dark shadow
Never driven it.
A glimmer of light
I secretly allow you to use chalk.
Draw a candle
Their faces in candlelight
Looming like an island.
Modern poetry about chalk Part IV: A piece of chalk, a small body.
No grand titles, no shining jewels.
Innocent souls are white and flawless,
Condensed with the light of wisdom
That little body
No shocking high-profile, no noisy quarrels.
The whisper of rustling moistens things silently.
There is a clear spring flowing.
That little body
No selfish interests, no personal expectations.
She associated the spaceship with the moon.
Knock on the door of the future
That little body
Destined not to corrupt.
Write down the truth and erase the utility.
It has also become the most colorful sport in life.
That little body
So there will be no idle giggles and squeaks.
Let the brilliant sweat spill on the earth.
Pave the way for a bumper harvest.
Wandering on the three-inch platform with colorful dreams.
Silent and selfless
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