Middle school students' original poem 1: When you were a child, you were innocent and lovely.
When you grow up, you are as beautiful as flowers and jade.
The happiness you brought me.
No one in the world can replace it.
Even if you are ill, you can't be self-sufficient
I still love you.
Raise you to old age.
i will do all that i can
Make you happy all your life
Love your father.
The fallen giant is on the east coast of the Pacific Ocean.
In memory of a generation's pursuit of ideals * * *
A bucket of earth in legend
Falling in the crying sky
No matter in the face of cruel pursuit.
Or blocked by a powerful empire for 50 years.
You, with your unshakable faith
An indestructible will
Great music written for a century.
Life is endless. The fighting is endless.
You are good at eloquence.
Let the enemies who hate you run away.
You are the pride of a country.
You are a symbol of the hero of the times.
You are not afraid of power and never flinch.
History is a mirror.
Show those hypocritical faces
The faith of an era
Truth reveals the pursuit of a generation.
Fairness and freedom are never separated.
Fantasy world is an ideal paradise for human beings.
You firmly believe that justice will eventually win.
No matter how time changes
No matter how the enemy assassinates
You stand high in the center of history.
People admire your talent and superb skills.
Pursue your unyielding ideal
A generation of great men has fallen
And the flag he set up is still flying in the wind.
Your waves are so big
Your voice of justice resounds through the sky.
Your body fell down.
And you've been writing battle songs all your life
Will be in the foreseeable future
The power to lead another generation of freshmen
Destroy the rotten world
Building a harmonious world belonging to the people
Middle school students' original poems Part 3: True and false can be heard, with the same tone.
Be wrapped in sound, escape from sound.
A faint voice. Who is it?
There is so much debate about the core of labels and packaging.
This seems to be an endless proposition.
-true or false.
Might as well take a look,
Tapered pine needles dripping with green.
Be proud of the wind and frost.
Hanging on the cliff, hanging on the ice and snow.
Truth is the throat of life.
The first gust of wind destroyed the fake.
Might as well look again,
Gu Teng's figure, dense places.
From beginning to end, it is the voice of language.
Judge an upright tree.
The language of hanging the living is thickly disguised as truth,
It's fake to play fresh sounds.
At this point, all linguistic arguments
-Truth and falsehood.
Grasping a handful of loess and exposing the ground is the truth of soul lines.
What sinks in the deep mud is the falsehood of black sand imitating the soul of seeds.