Chapter One: Modern Poetry Written in July
Recall my alma mater
My alma mater, who lived together for six years,
Warmed millions of arms,
A flashing scene,
How could it disappear like a phantom,
Burst like a bubble,
That little flame,
It is the tune that we love school in our hearts.
We want to shout:
Alma mater-
After six years as a classmate,
I have cultivated a teacher-student relationship for six years.
Like stained glass,
Like a glass mirror that records life,
That tear in my heart,
Fall for love.
Remember the pity eyes of the teacher,
Remember the kind words of the teacher,
In the year when I had an eye disease,
I can't forget that little bit.
I shuttled through the corridor,
Waves of immature songs interrupted my memories.
A long time ago,
The shouts of the 100-meter sprint flew into the sky;
A long time ago,
Dancing on the stage with light makeup;
A long time ago,
The chorus is melodious and loud;
A long time ago,
Make public the heart into a soaring swan!
Until what time,
Swan will spread its wings,
Until what time,
A natural and cheerful attitude.
Recall my alma mater-
My heaven.
Chapter Two: Modern Poetry Written in July.
The wind took away the snoring at night,
The campus wakes up from a sweet dream,
The morning breeze brushed her eyes,
The quiet campus suddenly became lively.
Big sister walked into the campus,
Carrying a schoolbag,
Talking and laughing with classmates.
Big brother ran into the campus,
Have a snack,
Eating with relish.
Pupils skipped into the campus,
Carrying a colorful schoolbag,
Play games with my classmates.
Beautiful class music began,
Like an oriole singing,
The students entered the classroom in an orderly way.
The campus echoed with the sound of reading.
The teacher hurried into the classroom,
With a thick handout in his hand,
Send students a wealth of knowledge,
A new day has begun. ...
Chapter Three: Modern Poetry Written in July
Teachers are like red candles,
It ignited the fire in the students' hearts.
But it burned itself,
Until the red candle turns to ashes.
Teachers are like gardeners,
Grow flowers,
But I work hard for myself,
Until the body is exhausted.
When we grow up, we must become the pillars of the country.
Ah! The teacher is so selfless!
Ah! Teacher, we love you!
Four degrees of spring breeze,
Several autumn rains washed away the gap.
Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon,
Chalk has no words to write spring and autumn.
Spring blossoms,
Candle tears turn to ashes, and autumn is stronger.
Spring sowing peaches and plums in 3,000 gardens,
Qiu Lai, China is rich in fruits.
-teacher, you have worked hard.
Who-led the ignorant us into the spacious classroom,
Teach us a wealth of knowledge?
It is you! Teacher!
With your hard work and sweat,
Raising the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring.
Who is it?-naughty us.
Education should be considerate and helpful?
It is you! Teacher!
Your care is like a warm spring breeze.
It warms our hearts.
Who is it-young us?
Cultivate a mature and sensible teenager?
It is you! Teacher!
Your protection makes us grow up healthily.
The autumn season is fruitful.
You have worked hard! Teacher!
People who work hard in the heat and cold.
You have worked hard! Teacher!
Selflessly dedicated his youth to people.