Do you know any modern poems suitable for fourth-grade students to extract? Appreciating a good poem will cultivate your sentiment. When you see a good poem, you can extract it, and one's values can also be found in the extracted book. The following are modern poems suitable for fourth-grade students to extract.
Modern Poetry 1 "Pupils" is suitable for fourth-grade students.
The students took great pains to plant it.
cut class
Flowers are blooming in the rain.
one by one
In the teacher's first-class comments
tier upon tier
In the dim light
It's getting dark, too
Only primary school students can be seen.
A swollen face
canthus
bloodstain
Open your eyes.
Look straight at the blue sky.
Still smirking
For students
Inject deep wounds into love.
Don't say too much about homework.
I also had junior high school life.
Bitter is bitter, happy is happy.
Only rely on parents' sustenance.
Step by step.
It was fun. Don't say it.
study Opportunities are easy to miss.
Please find your true self in the flower season.
Work hard.
I believe that if you pay, you will get something.
Don't say the teacher is too wordy.
Now that I have chosen
Preaching and teaching to solve doubts
I will take responsibility.
Put the flowers of your motherland
Exploration leads to three dimensions
Let you travel in the universe of knowledge
Don't say too much about homework.
I just want to spread knowledge.
Don't say the teacher is too wordy.
I just want to turn sweat into fruit.
The future of the motherland is still up to you to explore.
Pupils are singing.
Singing is only six years old,
Studying in the first grade of primary school
From the day I entered school,
Heavy bag
Climb up his weak shoulder.
Become a part of his life
At six o'clock every morning,
Wake up by a loud alarm clock
Wake up from a fragrant dream
Sleepily,
A series of hurried bells before class.
Pulled into the school gate.
School is over,
Blow your beard and stare at your homework.
Drove him nowhere to hide.
Several times in the middle of the night, he still dozed off
With a question mark wrench?
For a six-year-old singer,
Go to the grass outside the window.
Play hide-and-seek with dragonflies
What a precious thing this is
Look at his thin little face
It hurts again.
Another helpless sigh ...
There are 2 modern poems, and 1 poem is suitable for fourth-grade students to extract.
I am waiting for you.
I looked at the dim light outside.
Just like looking to the future,
My heart shook my ears.
Why haven't you come yet? hope
Allow flowers to bloom every second.
I'm waiting for your footsteps,
Your jokes, your face,
Your soft hair,
Everything is waiting for you;
I hope that every second,
Go to hell.-Where are you?
I want you to make my heart ache,
I want you to smile like a flame,
Want your flexible waist,
The flying star in your hair horn;
I fell into a drunken atmosphere,
Like an island,
Floating and sinking involuntarily between the waves of python green. ...
Oh, I want to eat it so much
Your arrival, longing
That magical yutan
Open the top of time!
Why don't you come? You have a heart!
You know, I know you know,
It was a fatal blow that you didn't come to me,
Kill the spring in my life,
Teach darkness as strong as iron in the mine,
Oppressing my thoughts and breathing;
Kill the poor bud of hope,
Hand me over like a prisoner.
Psalm 2
You are the rainbow of youth,
Not as beautiful as I thought.
This is my sincere love,
It's not my unwilling pursuit.
Lead me into the abyss of loneliness,
Locked in the cage of missing,
Just your cold reply
I put the roots that grew at dawn,
Buried in dusk, germinated in the night.
Buried today, sprouted today,
Tomorrow, the flowers will be red,
Just to have one the day after tomorrow,
The fruit of time.
I was silent during the day,
I meditated in the dark.
I split a tree and picked a bunch of flowers.
Will it last forever,
Or just ignore it.
However, during the day and night,
I can't hear my inner voice,
He said, "Hey, poet, you have your sincere love."
When happiness finds me.
It waits at dusk,
It will lurk in the roots of dawn, in the buds of night,
In the red flowers, only waiting for the fruits of time.