Poetry about junior high school life

This poem is as follows:

I stood on tiptoe and looked forward.

See the light of ideal.

Break through thorns

The scars of the wound are strung together like beads.

Corner of the mouth rises gently

I felt the warm sunshine at that moment.

The firm belief set sail from now on.

Sentences about junior high school:

I still remember three years ago, when I opened the middle school classroom, there was a gust of wind and a bunch of laughter. At this moment, the direct flow made a short stop in the classroom. The blue curtains were raised and the running water brushed the desk. Like an old friend who has been familiar with me for many years, he has been waiting for me for a long time.

Blue curtains, blue curtains in the classroom.

Sunlight poured down from the horizon, dazzling light shone on the white tiles in the corridor, reflecting a vague and delicate jumping point. Physical education class's footsteps were brisk or heavy, and the sweat dripping from his forehead splashed on the white tiles, which was hazy and happy.

I pushed open the door, as if I had exhausted all my strength, fell on the wall, leaned against the blue curtain, and secretly wiped the sweat off my back with it.

The wind passed through the classroom, and the blue windows rose high, like a cloak raised by roaring youth. The wind left flying footprints on the desk and printed a kiss on the blackboard; Take away the sweat of boys and girls after physical education class, and calm the heat of youth. The wind came and went, and the blue curtain kissed my forehead and fell gently.

Blue curtains, blue curtains in the classroom. When you turn around, you grow up; As soon as I turned around, I graduated; When I turned around, I burst into tears and found that we had been together for three years!