Modern Poetry in Junior Middle School Textbooks

Modern poems in junior high school textbooks include Facing the Sea, Blooming in Spring, I Love This Land, Farewell to Cambridge and so on.

First, "facing the sea, spring blossoms."

Excerpt from the original text: Starting from tomorrow, I will write to every relative and tell them my happiness. I will tell you what the lightning of happiness told me and give every river and mountain a warm name. Stranger, I wish you the same.

Starting from tomorrow, I will communicate with every relative and tell them the happiness I enjoy. This kind of happiness comes from the lightning in my heart. I have felt it in the past, and now I pass it on to everyone. I will give every river and mountain a warm name and warm everything on this land with my blessing. Even strangers, I will pray for them.

Second, "I love this land".

Excerpt from the original text: If I were a bird, I would also sing with a hoarse throat: this land hit by the storm, this river of sadness and indignation that will surge on us forever, this restless wind, and the incomparable gentle dawn from the forest.

If I were a bird, I would also sing with a hoarse throat, the land hit by the storm, the river that always surges with our grief and indignation, the exciting wind that blows endlessly, and the incomparably gentle dawn from the forest.

Third, bid farewell to Cambridge.

Excerpt from the original text: The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset, and the beautiful image in the waves ripples in my heart. Green grass on the soft mud, oily, swaying at the bottom of the water; In the gentle waves of He Kanghe, I would like to be an aquatic plant! That pool under the shade of elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky; Crushed in floating seaweed, a rainbow-like dream is precipitated.

The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset, and the beautiful image in the waves ripples in my heart. Green grass on the soft mud, oily, swaying at the bottom of the water; In the gentle waves of He Kanghe, I would like to be an aquatic plant! That pool under the shade of elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky; Crush it in floating seaweed and precipitate a rainbow-like dream.