I was a primary school student, and my teacher asked me to collect ten poems of modern celebrities

Mao Gong Hu Bingyan.

He is the most proficient in poetry, calligraphy, philosophy and politics, and he is an international hero.

Turning the tide and opening a prosperous era, Sha can twist the rope is Mao Gong.

"Don't" (in the spring, I waved my handkerchief).

Gu Cheng was in the spring, and I waved my handkerchief lightly, asking me to go away

The author of the poem "Stars (5)" is Bingxin, China.

How can darkness be described?

The depths of the heart, the depths of the universe, in the brilliant light.

The author of the poem Stars (1) is Bingxin, China.

The stars are twinkling--

Deep blue sky.

How could you hear them talking?

There was a glimmer of silence.

They praised each other deeply.

1, "Moon".

The moon in the sky is round and round

Yuyu is a shy little doll.

Play in the cumulus clouds every day.

Sometimes it is accidentally dropped.

"Mother's Love, Where Are You".

Mother's love! Maternal love!

Why are you so far away?

Mother's love! Maternal love!

How many children do you need?

Mother's love! Maternal love!

When are you coming to me?

Wait, wait, wait, ......

I don't know how long I waited, but finally-

Or pick up your luggage and set off, and go to find the distant ...... you

Walk through the prairie and cross the road

Flowing through a small stream

Ride through the towering mountains ......

In that faraway place, I finally found you far away.

I'm self-created and hope it works:

Daydreaming" The fish swim in the water, and I walk on the shore.

I don't know how long it took, but I was still running.

My mother stopped me and told me not to go.

I thought it was a good thing, but I flew away.

Mom told me to stop, and I was still flying.

Mom roared, and I was shaken downstairs.

1, "Keep Childhood".

Qian Wancheng plucked the leaf.

Treasure an ageless spring.

Poetry will be evergreen from now on.

Forever and ever.

There are no regrets in childhood.

The lost past is a colorful petal.

Coming and going in the wind.

Fragrance pervades life.

Standing in the way of the front is the mountain.

It is also a mountain that is stepped on at your feet.

It's just the eyes that get lost.

It is always the feet that are awake.

Keep childhood. Retain a sense of courage and courage.

If there is a sea ahead.

Then be a boat that rides the wind and waves.

2, "I Summoned the Green Grove".

Shao Yanxiang: I summoned the green grove.

Run with me into the wilderness.

Shake a cluster of new leaves in early spring.

That's the green flag.

Pull a piece of fine flowers.

Peach-colored, white clouds.

Send a new strip as a whip.

To young female teachers.

Send a new strip as a horse to ride.

For children who are not in school.

Cross the ridge with me.

Turned into the horse's mane on the neck of a galloping horse.

Walk with me across the river.

A string of figures fell into the spring water.

The spring breeze swept lightly through the treetops.

We whistled all the way.

The spring breeze ruffled our hair.

We ran forward in ecstasy.

When I was tired of running, I stood still.

Quietly close your eyes in the moonlight.

If the ground is wet with spring rains.

That's our hot sweat.

Come on, green groves.

Run with me into the wilderness.

3, "I Think".

I want to put little hands.

Resting on a peach tree branch.

With a bunch of buds, holding thousands of rays of sunshine, yo, yo-

Singing with a long voice.

I want to put my feet.

Attached to the roots of willow trees.

Reach into the wet and soft earth, soak up the sweet nutrients, long, long-

Grow into a green tent.

I want to put eyes.

Mounted on a kite.

Look at how soft the white clouds are, look at how bright the sun is, look, look-

Blue skies are my classroom.

I want to put myself on my own.

Planted in the spring of the land.

It becomes a small grass, green and shining, and it becomes a small flower and blooms beautifully.

Becoming catkins and dandelions is my greatest wish.

I'll fly, fly

Fly to distant places.

However, when flying to a distant place, you have to discuss ...... with your parents

Birch, in front of my window, there is a birch, as if coated with silver frost, covered with snowflakes. The fluffy branches, the snow-embroidered lace are chic, the bunches of flower spikes are blooming, and the white tassels are picturesque. In the hazy silence, there stood this white birch, shining with snowflakes in the brilliant golden light.

The birch wandered around, and the belated morning glow smeared another layer of silver brilliance on the snow-capped branches. When the weather is clear, when the weather is clear, please go to the path, and the muddy road that has been moistened by the rain must be cool and gentle, showing off the new green grass, and washing away the dirt at once; The little feverfew, which is no longer timid, slowly raises their heads, tries the cold, tries the warmth, and then blooms petal-by-petal, shaking off the water droplets, and wanders freely among the leaves, exposing her colorful wisdom pages to the sun. Let's go to the trail for a walk, when the sky is clear, barefoot, hand in hand, stepping on the new mud, wading through the stream, the west sun pushes away the haze, the stream is wrinkled in the warm wind, look at the dark green moving in the mountains, the clouds are the footprints of memories that never fade, it is also wandering.

Stars (July 1) These things, these never-ending memories, in the garden of the moonlight, under the leaves of the vine, on the lap of the mother. Starry (131) The sea! Which star has no light?

Which flower doesn't have fragrance? When has there been no clear sound of your waves in my thoughts? Stars (159) Mother!

The storm in the sky came, the bird hid in its nest, and the storm in my heart came, and I only hid in your arms. The little boat, the crooked moon, the little boat, the little boat, the two pointed ends, I sat in the small boat, and I only saw the shining stars and the blue sky. On the river in the autumn evening, the birds returning to the nest, although they are tired, still carry the slanting sun back, flip their wings, drop the slanting sun on the river, the white reeds on the head, also make up a moment of redness, the flower cow song, the flower cow sits in the grass, flattens an ear of cut autumn Luo, the flower cow sleeps in the grass, the white clouds occupy half a day, the flower cow walks in the grass, the little tail is dripping, the flower cow dreams in the grass, and the sun smuggles the Qingfeng of the West Mountain.

Green, as if the green inkwell is upside down, everywhere is green, where to find so much green, dark green, light green, tender green, emerald green, light green, pink green, green black, green surprisingly, the wind is green, the rain is green, the water is green, the sun is green, all the green is concentrated, squeezed together, overlapped, quietly crossed together, suddenly a gust of wind, as if the dance instructor is directing, all the green is neat, fluttering together according to the beat.

Dai Wangshu, "I Use a Broken Palm".

I use a broken palm.

Groping for this vast land:

This corner is reduced to ashes, and the other corner is nothing but blood and mud;

This lake should be my hometown, in spring, the embankment is full of flowers like a brocade barrier, and the young willow branches are broken with a strange fragrance,)

I touched the algae and the slight coolness of the water;

The snow peaks of Changbai Mountain are so cold that they are bone-chilling, and the water of the Yellow River and the sediment slide out between the fingers;

The paddy fields in the south of the Yangtze River are so soft ......Now there is only basil;

The lychee flowers in Lingnan are lonely and haggard, and over there, I dip in the bitter water of the South China Sea, where there are no fishing boats......

The invisible palm swept over the hateless country, the fingers were stained with blood and ash, the palm was stained with darkness, only the far corner was still intact, warm, bright, strong and vigorous.

On it, I caressed it with my broken palm, like a lover's soft hair, and a baby's hand milk.

I put all my power in the palm of my hand.

Stick it on it, and send love and all hope, for only there is the sun, and there is spring, which will drive out the darkness and bring resurrection, for only there we do not live like animals, and ...... like antsThere, eternal China!

Starry 131. But which star on the shore has no light, which flower has no fragrance, which time has no tendency to you but him in my thoughts.

Tiny boats.

The bent moon is a small boat, and the small boat is pointed at both ends.

I sat in a small boat and saw only the sparkling stars and the blue sky.

Peach Blossom [present] Zeng **Rui.

A snow flew down all over the sky, a pink, a light and a red.

The aroma is like red, and the snow is a little powdery.

from the second class of the third grade of Hongqi Primary School in Yongchuan District.

Terrible! 5 star review! After I wrote it, the teachers praised me.

Mulan is an anonymous chirp in the Northern and Southern Dynasties, and Mulan is a household weaver. I don't hear the sound of the machine, but I am very excited, what do you think, ask the woman what you remember, the woman has nothing to think, and the woman has nothing to remember. I saw the military post last night, the Khan ordered the soldiers, and the 12 volumes of the military book have the name of the grandfather and the grandfather without the eldest son, and the mulan has no small green orange horse, and since then he has bought horses for the east of the city, saddle sheath in the west market, bridles in the south market, and long whips in the north market.

As soon as I leave my grandmother, I stay by the Yellow River at dusk, and I don't hear my grandmother's voice calling a girl, but I hear it.

In the bright moonlight in front of the bed, Li Bai slept soundly.

When is the bright moon? The first day of junior high school to the first 15th year of junior high school.

"Under the Moon" month! Your charming moon is full of wonders, with you and me!

"Straw Hat".

Small holes in the straw hat.

It's me who gives the sun.

Door after door opened.

You see the sun coming down.

They mischievously stepped on my shadow.

My shadow left their footprints.

What are you all talking about? Shouldn't it be writing poetry?

This man is very smart. You should send a **.

Neurotic, come here. Hahaha.

Yes, I have feelings for the writing, I like it so much.

So much!? At home? At? At home? At home? The happiest thing in the world is yourselves.

Jin raid Tao Yuanming's "Blame" [Original Note: Shu (俨), Bai Xuan (俟), Yong (Share), Duan Du (佚), Tong (Tong), a total of five people. Shu, dao Xuan, Yong, Duan, and Tong are all nicknames. 】

The gray hair is covered with temples, and the skin is not solid.

Although there are five boys, it is always difficult to write and write.

Ah Shu is twenty-eight, lazy so there is no match.

A Xuan Xingzhi learns, but does not love literature.

Yong, Duan is thirteen, and he doesn't know six and seven.

Tongzi hangs nine years old, but looks for pears and chestnuts.

Heavenly luck is like this, and it is in the cup!

Tang Luo Bing Wang's "Song of the Goose".

Goose goose goose, song to the sky.

The white hair floats in the green water, and the red anthurium plucks the clear waves.

When he was seven years old, he wrote Tang Hu Dingju's "Xihan Shaofu Visit".

Suddenly, I heard that Mei Fulai was visiting, and he smiled and walked out of the cottage.

Children are not accustomed to seeing chariots and horses, and go into the depths of the reeds to hide.

Song Zhang Lei's "Cattle Herding".

Shepherd cattle, herd from afar. In the distance, the cattle are green and the grass is green.

The child is angry and does not touch the whip, the wind is clear in the south of the ancient willow by the stream, and the wheat is deep and the sun is flat. Wu Qianli competed for the spring trip, and the old man was hungry and silent. The calf jumped off the beam without grass, and there was a sound when the mother was separated from the forest.

The old man Nian'er brought his own salary, and went out to look at the head of the hill first.

The sun is slanting, the wind and rain are wet, clapping and singing to find a companion.

The grazing wind in the distant villages is thin, and the cattle herding in the nearby villages is muddy and bad.

Zhu Jiyan Zhao Er doesn't know, but the son is born but knows the cow's back music.

Song Yang Wanli, "Sleep in Early Summer".

The plum leaves sour teeth and teeth, and the plantain is divided into green window screens.

The day is long and sleeps ruthlessly, and watches children catch willow flowers.

1, "Moon".

The moon in the sky is round and round

Mom: I love you.

Mom: I love you.

Love your kind smile.

Love your majestic body.

You are the one who gives me a breath of fresh air in the world.

It was you who made me feel the warmth of the world.

Mom: I love you.

Love your rough hands.

Love the words you care about.

It was you who made me see the beautiful landscape.

It was you who made me hear melodious songs.

Mom: I love you.

Love all your breath.

Peach blossoms [now] once **Rui a snow flew down all over the sky, a pink, a light and a red. A piece of fragrant red and a little powder in the snow comes from the second class of the third grade of Hongqi Primary School in Yongchuan District.

Autumn I was careful.

Afraid to talk to friends about you.

Let's just say, I miss spring.

There was cold dew last week.

There is a frost next week.

The weather is getting cooler.

Friends must get together.

Let's put aside the loneliness.

Loneliness is as deep as autumn.

Got a little bit of wine. The man was stupid.

He said, what's so good about spring.

I smashed the bottle on his head.

This man with a broken head and bleeding didn't cry, I cried.

Teacher's smile.

Teacher's smile.

It's a sail in the wind.

There is no ship that sets sail without wind.

Teacher's smile.

It's the dew of the morning sun.

There are no dewdrops. How can there be a refraction of the colorful sunlight.

Teacher's smile.

It is the sugar in the hearts of students.

You can't taste the sweetness in your mouth without sugar.

Teacher's smile.

It's a kite in a dream.

There is no dream, how can a kite fly so high and far.

Daddy is in the North Pole.

Mom is in Antarctica.

I'm going to make that straight line.

Two points intersect, the shortest distance.

Let Acacia never grow old, I will write poems for you.

The boys are on the left.

The girls are on the right.

I'll just do that.

Like-sex repels each other, opposites attract.

Let friendship never grow old, I will write poems for you.

The light is in heaven.

Darkness is underground.

I'm going to do that dark matter.

Undiscovered, unknown.

Let life be evergreen, I will write poems for you.

Hope in the future.

Happiness in today's day.

I'm going to make the nuclear atom.

The two love each other, and the mind fission.

Let life be innovative, I write poems for you.

It is best to write on your own, as writing by yourself can increase your writing skills.

Open in the cold winter months.

Float and let life fall to the ground.

Piece by piece.

Forget the wings that fly.

Fresh scent.

White stamens.

A quilt that spreads the earth.

Packed with dusty memories.

Let the night fall asleep slowly.

Arctic Jun's poetry collection "If Two Snowflakes Meet".

Cold Moon ve Arctic Jun.

Boundless skyline.

It was so quiet that there was no news of the wind.

A cold moon. Wake up in the snow.

Slowly rise. Leave a trail of light.

At this time, heaven and earth are pure.

The moon and snow balance the temperature.

The colors are divided equally.