Poetry praising the school, hometown and motherland.

1, "School Morning Music"

Early morning thoughts

Be entangled in tangled thread

run away

The sound of reading at school.

Ladder casting dream

The rhythm of unknown birds in the depths of weeping willows

Express one's melancholy directly

A long and arduous journey

Makes me tired like a horse on an ancient road.

I searched among the flowers.

The bud of image

The pomegranate tree showed a flaming smile.

Those budding elves

Like a pair of expectant eyes.

My desk is a mess.

Dusty manuscript paper

Such as the girl of bitterness in Song Dynasty.

Lying alone and twisted.

I'm driven crazy.

Need a guinea pig

Leadership or awakening

The sky is full of girls' shyness.

The clouds began to decorate gracefully.

It's bright all around.

I vaguely heard the horn of endeavor.

2. Beautiful school

Spring at school,

Like delicate stamens,

Wake up flowers and spit out fragrance.

Hibernate for a long time, save energy,

Let the school in spring,

With the breath of life.

In the summer at school,

Like a blooming flower,

After being washed away by the thunderstorm,

Become stronger.

Chunyu is like a girl,

Take care of these flowers,

Let summer school,

Use jumping notes.

Autumn at school,

Like a ripe fruit,

Harvest ripe fruits,

Joy reverberated in the school.

The wind and rain made this flower,

After a difficult journey,

Let the school in autumn,

With a sweet smile.

In the winter at school,

Although not as gentle as spring,

Although not as pleasant as summer,

Although not as sweet as autumn,

But there is an atmosphere of peace.

This long rest,

Can make flowers bloom,

It will open next year.

3. Beautiful school

When we are young, we are like flowers.

Growing up in such a beautiful school

The beauty of youth blooms in beauty.

In such a beautiful school

The fragrance of flowers permeates the way from the dormitory to the classroom.

The sun is full of green grass buds.

Glittering water drops are about to drop.

Lvyuexiaoxue road

Linked to a bright past

In such a beautiful school

Trees and flowers breathe the breath of youth.

The piano jingled in the air.

On the children's red faces

Full of ideals, confidence, courage and joy.

In such a beautiful school

A cypress tree with a sweet bend.

It has thoughts, flesh and blood, and a soul.

It is the soul of our school.

It symbolizes the eternal direction and mission of youth.

Tilt the flag from the heel.

Lower body skew

The upper body is as straight as a flagpole

It is on a par with the red flag.

Welcome the rising sun together.

Watch the sunset together.

It caressed and kissed the blood red.

Blood in the body boils like fire.

Burning the rising sun in eastern Ran Ran.

Burning the students' sincere hearts

Don't miss the beautiful scenery before you.

Don't wait until one day so sad:

Wait until the moment I leave you

Began to regret not looking at you carefully.

Your grass, trees, flowers, birds, etc.

A fragrant book bathed in the courtyard

I'm just looking for it vaguely in my mind

That vague footprint of youth

Wait until the moment I leave you

I began to regret not being really close to you.

Your complexion, your skin.

Forever exuberant vitality

I really want to come back to your arms.

Kiss your green red.

There is skin everywhere.

I really want to be kind to every tree and every flower.

Say thank you and leave a smile.

Wait until the moment I leave you

I began to regret not caring for you wholeheartedly.

Never wipe the tears from your eyes.

Never talked to flowers and plants.

Never appreciate their beauty quietly.

Now I find you so beautiful.

Only to find that youth has been quietly decorated by you.

It turns out that happiness and beauty have quietly passed away.

Only then did I find myself living in my own shadow.

And you-a beautiful school.

-It's always sunny

Why is everything always in hindsight?

In such a beautiful school

There are beautiful girls.

There are young teachers

Someone recited poetry.

Someone sings.

Dance with us happily.

Such a school

How can I not love her?