Chinese and foreign poems suitable for middle school students to extract

In the dusk of the campus, the afterglow of the sunset scattered thousands of miles, and the playground was covered with golden sand. The evening breeze combed the long tassels of palm, with several rays of light amplitude. The line of sight shook off from the slender strip, and the flower bed covered with soft fine grass was filled with silence. I walked from one end of the corridor to the other, and the distant mountains in front of me were littered with endless dusk, just like my endless thoughts. The sea can't recover the fragrance of osmanthus, and it gradually becomes clear around Gaotasong. Footsteps outside the wall are knocking on the dirt road 1. Ah, when the campus was young, the campus hung high in the blue sky to see her, and when I heard her, I seemed to embrace the stars all over the sky. Admission is my yearning. The campus is crowded into my heavy schoolbag and I love her. Hating her like a flowing stream made me happy and confused when I graduated. The person in charge of the campus recalled her in the lush trees, and tasting her was like saying goodbye to the first love, which made me feel sad. Now, the campus is finally stuck in my wonderful picture of life. No matter how close or far away from her, it seems to be raising the sails of mature love. Towards the fiery red sun, fly 2. You are a diligent gardener, making dew with knowledge and cultivating the flowers of the motherland. You are a selfless candle. You said it was your long-cherished wish to have peaches and plums all over the world. The heroic spirit on the three-foot platform is your eternal attachment. It is your sweat dancing on the blackboard, and it is your expectation flowing in the nib. You comforted Wan with loving hands like a mother. All souls support Qian Qian's dream of realizing all hopes. Teachers, teachers, you stick to the glorious cause of people's teachers with love and persistence. With lofty professional ethics and integrity, you are fulfilling the sacred duties of people's teachers. You have cultivated generations of pillars with profound knowledge. In this mature September, I greet your holiday with gratitude. Please let me say sincerely: hello, teacher, you have worked hard. Wish you a happy holiday! There are many in the composition book ~