The first poem 1 at the beginning of the new semester, "Look at them starting school".
Since those new faces appeared.
There is a trace of envy or loss in my heart.
Youth and vitality seem easier for them to control.
This feeling
Like branches sprouting instead of yellow leaves withered yesterday.
Just like kites replace the dim clouds in early spring.
I blew my hair around last year, and I didn't see the wind at that time.
I have never seen anyone holding hands on the road I have traveled in the past.
Who said that the red flowers in this season can only be kept?
And we are still young and energetic teenagers.
The old and the new alternate forever.
Youth never dies.
Poetry II "started school again" at the beginning of the new semester.
Author: before dawn
School starts again.
Some are excited and some are helpless.
Excitement is a bright red scarf,
You can see the five-star red flag fluttering in the wind.
Helpless is a uniform school uniform,
I have to put away my new clothes with a strong flavor of the New Year.
School starts again.
Some hope, but also some confusion.
I hope it's a willow by the pond,
Write gorgeous chapters in the season when spring goes and spring comes.
Confusion is the grass in the pool,
After all, the years are still in the middle of the water.
School starts again.
Some discomfort, and some free will.
Discomfort is a brand-new textbook,
The bloom of cold wood cannot shine like deja vu.
Changyi is a young eagle today.
Lay a good foundation and fly freely in the vast sky tomorrow.
Poetry 3, which started in the new semester, abandoned the heat in August.
Ushered in the coolness of autumn wind in September,
Ah! September 1, our school season,
School, the word, concerns thousands of families.
Starting school means a lot, and the school is lively again.
Looking back on that summer, I learned to sing with my voice.
How much fun is natural,
Two months of enrichment, the coolness of nature,
Saving energy is accompanied by my joy, and life pays attention to the story.
Time flies, and it's time to start school again.
Pack your schoolbags, study your dreams, and burn your hopes.
Into the campus, into the books,
The sound of books grows with you, and you try to light up the temple.
The ocean of knowledge is sailing and the other shore is calling.
Work hard, move forward, move forward. ...
Success lies in determination, success comes from peacetime,
When the pen trembled, sweat washed the pages and burned determination with difficulty.
Don't slack off, race against time,
Distance is our yardstick, and success is our direction.
The new semester is full of hope, and the plan is revised.
How busy you are learning knowledge, how beautiful you are,
Into the campus, boiling teenagers, bright youth,
Into books, into happiness,
Hold your resolve high above your head,
Let autumn wind verify, let September shine,
With unremitting efforts, bearing the hope of parents,
The new semester is the beginning,
A continuous study career.
Let the soul soak in the fragrant years of calligraphy,
The pages will raise our victorious sails,
Ink will dye our gorgeous dreams.
Poetry started in the new semester has been studied for four times.
I'm carrying a slacker,
His name is schoolbag.
Eat enough every day,
I have to take him to school,
I'm sweating and panting!
Day after day,
I'm growing,
His appetite gradually increased,
But he's still one.
Nasty koala,
Always sticking to my back,
I'm too lazy to get down and go!
Schoolbag! Schoolbag!
Rich in knowledge and adequate in food.
But when I ask you,
And you play dumb and don't talk.
Do you have the heart,
Looking at my poor test paper,
Do nothing?
Schoolbag! Schoolbag!
With textbooks and stationery,
I have a skeleton in my closet,
Pretend to be us.
Innocent childhood and memories.
Schoolbag! Schoolbag!
We are blessed and shared,
Share joys and sorrows,
Thank you for burning the midnight oil with me.
Burn ointment,
Accept the teacher's scolding,
Through the road of studying,
Go through every level.
Poetry five, which starts in the new semester, gets up early on campus.
Wake up all the grass and trees.
Prepare for germination
The classroom is turned on.
To all teachers and classmates.
Morning greetings
good morning
The sun under the blue sky
Quietly rising from the east
Visit the young people in the garden
enthusiasm
Gather again
A marching horn
With the rising national flag blowing
The semester begins.
Whiteboard, blackboard, computer, pen and paper
Things that will continue to learn.
Take away their friendship
* * * crosses with us.
We all go to the ideal.
soldier
Occupy spring
Occupy four seasons
The semester begins.
Go back and forth
Left, right
Down, up
On the world stage
In the classroom on campus
Began to have an idea.
symphony
Poetry six, which started in the new semester, began.
Think about the smoke coming out of your mouth.
Life is still natural.
What wine, poetry, death
Ignore all the reasons
Read a few words
Like a lotus leaf in a lotus pond
Even too delicate mind.
I have nothing to say to you.
This gust of wind fell on the campus
You said it was autumn in the north.
My junior year was in a daze.
Throw away old faces and refresh classrooms and textbooks.
Are they all in this circle of reincarnation?
Poetry 7 "The first day of the new semester"
A wave of passion
Cheers that make life melodious.
Life receives the beautiful sunshine from the morning sun.
At the suggestion of friends and relatives.
Greetings from villages and towns
Rich in the embrace of the motherland, Warwick
Melody of youth
Surrounded by school bells
The love in my heart has told you a thousand times.
In the laughter of parents.
Have a child's ambition to seek.
In the silence of parents
Worried about the growth of children
The teacher inspired the pure spirit of the soul.
The strength of struggle is linked with the prosperity of the country.
Students yearn for the tides of the sea.
In the classroom of knowledge
A mast is being built to capture science and technology to revitalize the country.
How many question marks are there on the first day of school?
Knot in exploration and stay in the years.
Good mood to fly.
It's all a journey with heart.
Poetry of the new semester 8 "Poetry of the new semester"
New semester, new look, new pursuit, new goal.
In the morning, the sun is shining, and I am super excited to enter the school.
Teachers are early, classmates are early, and there are no strangers. Say hello.
New goal, run ahead, tomorrow, it will be better!
New semester, new goal,
New classmates, new self.
I am studying hard in the new semester.
I am a brand-new person in the new semester.
New semester, new study,
New classroom, new happiness.
I am thriving in the new semester,
I am making progress step by step in the new semester.
New goals, new futures,
The new "self" reaps new fruits.
Let's work together,
Our future is full of sunshine.
Sit down, children.
The sunshine covered the classroom.
Young faces.
You must go over and recognize it.
The cleaning work has already started.
The broom you waved
Sweep the dust off the ground.
And swept away the mud on the road.
Cleaning the glass should also polish the eyes of the soul.
Let it see the distant scenery clearly.
The stain on the blackboard has been hanging for a long time.
It takes some effort to get rid of it.
Touch its face.
Sunlight will be more transparent on it.
Let the cobwebs in the corner join the dust of history.
Lose all attachment.
Don't let it be a moth in your heart.
Son, you should learn to look down on the secular trend.
Tables should be arranged neatly.
You have to write history and life on it.
Don't forget to polish the lights, too.
A day when the sun rests.
Let it replace the rainbow
Find the right life latitude and longitude
Don't bend over.
And don't hold your head too high.
So you can't see the direction of your feet clearly.
Keep your eyes on the front
Keep your eyes open, too
Don't let the laughter around you.
Swing your future
Son, you must shut up.
Learn to listen
Sage's thought
Will walk into your soul.
If you feel tired.
Find a sport to vent.
You can also flirt with literary notes.
Or sit on the moon and watch the scenery.
Red dust wine
Will behavior
Will eventually return to the soul.
travel around the world
Enjoy the scenery all the way.
As long as you don't put out the light in your heart
Poetry 9 "Starting School" at the Beginning of a New Term
I don't like this day.
Finally arrived, wiping the family towel.
And the smell of sweat.
Those warm, long-lost seasons.
Or a year's hug
In my dream, tears are the lessons of lovesickness and missing.
Write bit by bit
Parents, dear, I only have a gentle call.
Pave a lonely and rugged road
You don't know, but what you remember is.
The flickering lights in the distance.
The eye of life I want to wear
There is no time to pick up the scattered dime.
These faces that can't get up the steps
Only crying
Looking at the bulging autumn fruit
Laugh, cracked fruit
Forget, what else is worth learning in summer?
It is said that cicadas have been singing for a season.
For four years of dormancy, for my life.
Well, I'm one ticket short of the nearest school.
Said I was a child of a peasant worker.
Not leaves harvested in autumn
My tomorrow is not just colorful spring.
Xia yang, hang up for me.
I just feel the heat, what I need
Those cool air conditioners
The electricity bill smiled and waved.
Bo, I just want to
Don't let my parents
Running around sweating
Drink it as ice water.
The semester begins.
Autumn, I hope it is a fruit.
Poetry of the new semester 10, school, school,
The bell rang for class.
Walking into the classroom that just returned water,
The floor under your feet is not very dry.
Look around,
Rough roads are engraved.
It was a terrible flood,
A piece of evidence left behind.
School begins, school begins,
The bell rang for class.
Walking into this small tent,
I can't stop crying.
If it weren't for the support of the PLA uncle,
Where did this come from? Disaster Relief Hope School!
Without the help of the people of the whole country,
What to greet September 1!
School begins, school begins,
The bell rang for class.
Walking into this strange classroom,
There is an indescribable taste in my heart.
A strange teacher, a strange classmate,
There are friendly smiles everywhere.
But I still hope to overcome the flood as soon as possible.
So I can go back to my school.
School begins, school begins,
The bell for class is loved.