Are there any poems suitable for senior pupils (about encouraging reading)

Touched by the refreshing spring, touched by the intoxicating warm wind, those beautiful moments in memory, like some lingering days, linger in my mind, flash in my dreams, slide into my heart like water along the lines of my palm.

Recalling the past in the box is so warm and beautiful. The music box of memory keeps spinning, playing that wonderful song, moving for yourself, and you are a landscape.

There are often some unspeakable touches in life, and no one will deliberately look for them, because it is a kind of pure beauty. A kind of spiritual shock.

Time is seamless. When we suddenly look back and see through our hearts, there is always a memory that leaves a deep trace in our lives.

Every little moment washes away a small spot and stain in my soul, and breaks a deep or shallow bad root in my temperament, so that our hearts are always moved by our own beauty.

There is another good one.