Poems about the opening speech 30

Poetry for the New Semester

New semester, new look, new pursuit, new goal.

In the early morning, the sun shines, super excited, into the school.

The teacher is early, the classmates are early, no stranger, say hello.

The new goal, the previous run, in tomorrow, will be even better!

New semester, new goals, new classmates, new self.

I have worked hard in the new semester, and I have a new look in the new semester.

New semester, new learning, new classrooms, new happiness.

I thrive in the new semester, and I move forward step by step in the new semester.

New goals achieve a new future, and new self takes new fruits.

Let's work together to move forward, and our future is shining.

Sit down, kids.

Sunlight has filled the classrooms.

Immature faces.

You have to recognize it with a smile.

The cleaning has begun.

Your wielding broomstick.

Sweep away the dust from the ground.

Sweep away the mud from the road, too.

Wipe the glass and wash the eyes of the soul.

Let it see the scenery in the distance.

The stains on the blackboard have been hanging for a long time.

It takes some effort to get rid of it.

Stroke its face.

The sun will be more transparent when it shines on it.

Let the cobwebs in the corners of the walls be accompanied by the dust of history.

Let's lose all of them.

Shankong Don't let it be a tease for your mind.

Child, you have to learn to look down on the winds of the world.

Tables should be neatly and upright.

You have to write history and life on it.

Don't forget to polish the lights too.

The days when the sun rests.

Let it replace the rainbow.

Find the warp and weft of life.

Don't hunch over.

Don't throw your head too high either.

Then you won't be able to see the direction under your feet.

Keep your eyes on the front of you.

The eyes should also be bright.

Don't let the left and right laugh.

Swing your future.

Kid, keep your mouth shut.

Learn to listen. The thought of the sages.

It will come into your soul.

If you feel tired.

Let's find exercise to vent.

It is also possible to flirt with literature.

Or sit on the moon and watch the scenery.

Red Dust wine. Stormy life.

Eventually, it all comes back to the heart.

Traveled to the ends of the earth.

Pick up the scenery all the way.

As long as you don't extinguish the lamp in your heart.

Argument by Nachem Hikmet.

Give the earth to the children, even if it's just for a day.

Like a colorful balloon.

The children and the stars play and sing at the same time.

Leave the earth to your children.

It's like an apple, a lump of warm bread.

Even if it's just a day, they won't be hungry anymore.

Leave the earth to your children.

Even if it's just for one day, let the world learn to be friendly.

Children will take the earth from us.

From this the tree of eternal life.

Rilke. Lord, the time has come. Summer is in full swing.

Place your shadow on the sundial and let the wind blow through the pastures.

Let the last fruit of the branch be full;

Give two more days of good weather in the south, urge them to be ripe, put.

The final sweetness is pressed into the strong wine.

Whoever does not have a house at this time does not have to build, and whoever is lonely at this time will be lonely forever, waking up, reading, writing long letters, and trembling on the boulevard.

Wandering, falling leaves.

Tagore. I don't remember my mother, just in the middle of the game.

Sometimes it's as if a song is swirling around my toy, the tunes she hums as she shakes my cradle.

I don't remember my mother, but on an early autumn morning.

The fragrance of acacia flowers floated in the air, and the fragrance of morning prayers in the temple hall seemed to blow to me like a mother's scent.

I don't remember my mother, but when I looked out of my bedroom window at the blue sky, I felt as if my mother was staring at me.

Spread all over the sky.

It's time for the new semester to begin!

From the first floor to the second floor, from the second grade to the third grade.

Still thinking about the familiar teacher He, the head teacher I had never seen before was already in the classroom.

New books, new knowledge, new horizons, new efforts for new goals!

One after another new school starts, leaps and new rises, we soar in the vast blue sky, we grow in the embrace of the motherland.

School is starting, school is starting, and the bell is ringing for class.

Walking into the classroom where the water had just receded, the floor under my feet was not very dry.

Take a look at the surrounding walls, carved with a dazzling road.

That's terrible. Flood Devil, a piece of incriminating evidence left behind.

School is starting, school is starting, and the bell is ringing for class.

Walking into this small tent, I couldn't stop my tears from falling.

If it weren't for the support of the People's Liberation Army's uncle, where would this disaster relief hope school come from!

If it weren't for the help of the people of the whole country, what would we use to welcome September 1st!

School is starting, school is starting, and the bell is ringing for class.

Walking into this unfamiliar classroom, there is an indescribable taste in my heart.

Strange teachers, strange classmates, and kind smiles everywhere.

But I still hope to defeat the Flood Devil as soon as possible so that I can go back to my own school.

School is at school, school is at school, and the bell in class is cast with love.

Back to the familiar campus.

I saw a kind smile again.

And I heard cheerful cries.

The children are a year older.

I feel like I've grown a lot taller.

The first greetings from the beginning of school.

is the sweetest blessing.

School has started. Grab a brand new book.

I can't put it down.

The eyes thirsting for knowledge flow out of the heart.

Spring is the season of flowers.

Beautiful campus birds are flying.

The bright classrooms are full of books.

Children grow up happily under the sun.

Release the white dove in your heart.

From today. Spread your wings and soar in the blue sky.

Go in search of blue sky and white clouds.

1. If you want to be poor, go to the next level. --Wang Zhilian, Ascending the Stork's Tower.

2. Shouldering morality with iron shoulders and writing articles with wonderful hands. --Yang Jisheng.

3, the bird's ambition to know the bird. --Historical Records of the Chen Shi Family.

4. The rise and fall of the world is the responsibility of the husband. --Gu Yanwu Rizhilu.

5. Vote for me with a peach, and repay it with a plum. Nuclear Hail Fight--The Book of Poetry, Daya, Suppression.

6. The fertile grass in the Central Plains is fertile and strong, and the cold condensed earth is springy. Shi Min - Lu Xun.

7. People learn to know, not to learn unnatural. --Meng Gaimojiao, "Persuasion".

8. The new pine hates not to be thousands of feet high, and the evil bamboo should be cut ten thousand poles. --Du fu.

9. Heaven is evil, it is still violated, and it is self-inflicted, and you cannot live. --Chancery.

10. Spread the clogs to find medicine, and read at night. --Yu Hu, "Neighbors".

Occasional Cheng Song Dynasty: Zhu Xi.

Young people are easy to learn and difficult to learn, and every inch of time is indispensable.

I didn't feel the spring grass dream of the pond, and the sycamore leaves in front of the steps have autumn sounds.

Translation: The days of youth are very easy to pass by, but it is difficult to succeed in learning, so every inch of time must be cherished and cannot be easily let go. I didn't wait for the pond to wake up from the sweet dream of spring grass, in front of the steps'The leaves of the sycamore trees are already rustling in the autumn wind.

Academy" Song Dynasty: Liu Guo.

Mechanics is like hard farming, and diligence knows itself. But if there are many kinds of books, there will be a time for years.

Translation: Studying hard is like plowing the field with all your strength, hard work and laziness only you will know, even if there are many types of books, there will be a day when you are familiar with and understand them.

Long Song Xing" Qingqing Garden in the sunflower, the morning dew waits for the sun.

Yangchun Budeze, all things are brilliant.

Often afraid of the autumn festival, the yellow leaves of the yellow flower decline.

When will the hundred rivers return to the west from the east to the sea?

The young man does not work hard, and the boss is sad.

Translation: The sunflowers in the garden are lush and green, soaring in the crystal morning sun. Spring has sprinkled hope all over the earth, and everything has shown a sense of prosperity.

I am often afraid that the autumn will come, and the leaves will fall yellow and the grass will wither. Hundreds of rivers rush east to the sea, when will they return to the west? If young people don't work hard in time, they can only regret it for a lifetime when they are old.