The introduction to poetry creation about life in the third grade of junior high school is as follows:
1. I see
I want to embrace a gust of late wind
That The gentleness of the clouds is about to dissipate
I watch the arc of its rotation
Watch its footsteps as it walks away
In its light and shadow
I saw my grandma’s thatched thatch
The magpie’s nest on the treetop
I saw the candy seller walking down the street
The paper kite escaping in the clouds
I saw dark blue, lavender, light red
I saw paper cranes, iris and towers
I saw a beam of light bowing my head and looking back
I see the green onions of my childhood
In the clouds of the setting sun
I want to embrace a gust of late wind
I see its arc of rotation
p>Look at the pace of its stay——
2. You are the yearning of my heart
Liu Bojing
I once remembered that when I was a child,
p>My countryside.
At night,
Grandma and I were enjoying the cool air outside the house.
The dark blue sky seemed beyond measure.
The stars flicker unintentionally,
but they are particularly attractive to the eyes,
like the beating of the pulse,
the heart of the night .
The stars were very bright at that time,
The moon was very bright.
Countless stars seem to be rippling in the water.
The brightest star in the sky is the direction in my heart.
The stories of Chang'e, Jade Rabbit and Wu Gang are still alive today. Echoes in my heart.
Sometimes a cloud comes.
No, that's not a cloud.
It’s yarn.
The yarn spun by the Weaver Girl.
The stars and the moon shine in the mist,
Sometimes they disappear and sometimes they appear.
Later!
My village,
becomes my city
Without the roof tiles,
only the buildings are left standing in this piece of my land On the land of my childhood.
The stars are no longer bright,
Only the "sea of ??stars" on the ground is left.
I look at the rainbow on the land.
Thinking:
Can I use these thousands of lights to exchange for a galaxy that belongs to me!
Ah! My heart's longing,
the navigation of life.
Please lead me back to my childhood hometown,
Let me see my childhood destination again,
Indulge in this sweet dreamland!
3. Wake up
Liang Xuanshuo
The years are quiet and peaceful,
The breeze is calling the morning smoke,
Brushing in front of the mountain,
gently, smart, and joyful...
The years are quiet and peaceful,
The mist drives the dawn,< /p>
Reflected towards the waterside,
drifting, changing, hopeful...
The years are quiet and peaceful,
the red sun Holding Nuan Qing in hand,
steps into people's hearts,
overflowing with warmth, romance, and eagerness...
The years are quiet and peaceful,
When a new day comes,
When you wake up from your dream,
you will find that all the passion is there.
Like the tide under the morning light,
quiet but turbulent,
the blue waves under the blue sky,
restrained but majestic.
Oh, the birds spread their wings flat,
like arrow shadows across the sky.
The breeze has risen,
the leaves are stirring,
like the whisper of spring,
flowing
Compose a music unique to life.
After an unknown long pause,
Everything is quiet and peaceful
Surge...
4. Hear
Zhao Yu
The white butterfly falls on the spring breeze,
The swallow returns,
It makes the malt wake up——
Have you heard the sound of rainwater dripping from the eaves?
The sun fell on the banyan tree,
The blue bird flew away,
It was broken into specks of light——
Hearing the joy of summer insects Happy singing?
The maple leaves fell into the embrace of the earth,
the breeze blew by,
causing the trees to turn red——
I heard migratory birds interacting with each other The call?
Chill fell on the umbrella,
The clouds swayed,
Dancing full of velvet——
I heard the old dead branches Does the tree sigh slightly?