Poetry

Dear friends, aunts and uncles, I am a lonely student who has just finished the exam. I deeply love the profound and profound culture of our country. Here, there are a few poems I wrote myself, please axe.

Thinking Zhang Ji

Chang Huai Zhang Ji falls to Sun Shan, and Gu Su Zhongsheng still exists. The students who fell from the sorrowful tears, bit by bit, and sweat.

. Student sigh

The flowers are gone and the people are smashing. Night knows the autumn, the wind wears the heart. Who knows the rain?

My heart is learning to tears, and I am studying in the mountains. A thousand hardships, Wanfu pain. All have passed the bridge.

How many talents fell into the water, but the coward was in charge. Thundering, mad sand dance. Tired and tired.

When the long dragon relapses, wash my Chinese insults. Zhen Jiuzhou, all over the world. My generation of basil?

Seven-year-old view of the moon

In the morning to the 9th day, I will take a nap. A dream does not last for three thousand years, and the world is full of day and day.

Spring

The songs lie down and the new willows, the light wind makes people stunned. The group of children shed tears of sages, and they don’t feel quietly spring.

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The red dust flies and the Qingshan is set to return. Who is a rare person, I don’t know how to be happy.

Encouraging Learning

The spring breeze smashes the old trees, and the green armor is like a butterfly dance. This fashion does not learn, empty to juvenile spring

Dropout

Ten years of sorrowful travellers in the cold window, three years of ignorance. The lion is a glimpse of the Jiuzhou earthquake.

Qinhuangdao Junior Three: Wang Shuoshuo