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Street lamps along the river.

There is dense felt , which hides the splendor of the day.

The silent riverside is full of loneliness and darkness.

Only a line of half-bright, half-extinguished lights on the city wall was still sparkling and trembling.

How weak they are!

But it is our only insight !

They help us understand nature;

let us see that the future is open.

They are good friends and give us hope and comfort.

I wish you all the light and may you be forever and unlimited!

A sense of inadequacy. He is the sun and I am like a candle ;

He is the sea, mighty, and I am like his trickle;

He is the locked Moyun Tower, and I am like a wanderer under the tower.

He is like a bird , with a beautiful song , flying freely in the sky ;

like flowers, with bright colors, blooming in the garden of joy ;

I didn't have anything but to stay in the dark.

The bell on the top of the hill rings far away and loudly.

Villagers at the foot of the mountain.

After aiming his eyes at the.

I looked at the watch on my wrist again.

After entering the city and selling it, ride back.

A used bike.

On the village road, staggering.

A hen around a flock of chicks.

Rushed out and spread his wings.

Angry at the bike.

Giggled. Two little boys, with interest.

On the side**.

The bike has been a long time coming.

The hen pulls down the feathers.

It's like a big victory for the flat type.

Leading a flock of chicks.

Went home.

Fly higher. I want to be a bird, fly high, play with the sun, fly higher.

I want to turn into a rocket, fly high, go to various planets, fly higher.

Elementary school students write their own poems as follows:

1. "Stars", the sky is full of stars, and they are said to be eternal spring flowers. The shadow of the begonia flowers on the east wall, the clusters are said to be the eternal autumn moon. Waking up in the morning is a winter night's dream.

The stars in the middle of the night last night, clean as a bright net, negligent but not lost, the spring reputation and autumn moon are also all pants and trouble, and the child is not a fish and knows the fish.

2. "Warm Fairy Tale", in my heart, there is an unfathomable place, which has never been asked, you are the flame of hope, illuminating my future for me, illuminating hope, in every dark night, it is you who care, in every cold night, it is you who give me endless warmth, the sky is raining, every raindrop is telling.

3. "Teacher, Mom Hu Cover Mom", Teacher, you are a gardener, but you are more like a kind mother. In your eyes, we are all children. In your heart, we are all treasures.

You not only gave me knowledge, but also taught me the principles of being a human being, and gave me motherly love. In your countless eyes, I see hope. In your bright smile, I have added confidence.

I love you teacher, I love you mom.

Poetry Introduction:

Broadly speaking, ancient Chinese poetry includes poems, lyrics, and essays composed by ancient people; In a narrow sense, ancient poetry only refers to ancient style poems and near-style poems made by ancient people.

1. Ancient style poems. It's a poetic genre. Judging from the number of words in the poems, there are so-called four-word poems, five-word poems, and seven-word poems.

2. Near-style poetry, also known as modern style poetry and rhythmic poetry, is a kind of Han poetry genre that pays attention to leveling, fighting and rhyming. In order to distinguish it from the ancient style of poetry, it has the name of close body.

3. Words. Ci is a kind of poetry that sprouted in the Southern Dynasty and was a new literary style that emerged in the Sui and Tang dynasties. In the Song Dynasty, after a long period of continuous development, it entered the heyday of the word.

4. Loose songs. A form of rhyme, which appeared in the Southern Song and Jin dynasties and prevailed in the Yuan dynasty, was formed under the influence of folk songs, and the syntax was more flexible than the words.

5. Modern poetry. Also called "vernacular poetry", which can be traced back to the end of the Qing Dynasty at the earliest, is a kind of poetry, compared with classical poetry, although it is written for the feeling of things, but it is generally not formal and rhyme.

Modern poems written by schoolchildren themselves are as follows:Original Modern Poems by 4th Grade Elementary School Students:

In this world, what is the collapse of love?

The love of the mountains is dust, and the love of the sky is clouds, I don't know what my feelings are.

In this world, the mountains also have love, and the water also has love.

I don't know what my feelings are, if there is love in the sky, the sky will be old.

The right way in the world is the vicissitudes of life, may you be well.

Original Modern Poems for 4th Grade Elementary School Students II:

I want the sky to be my classroom, a place for me to read, and a place for me to grow happily with my friends.

I want Rice to sing for me, to be my ** teacher, and to sing happiness with me.

I want the lights to flicker for me, to be my starting light, and to be with me on my journey to success.

I want to be a seagull and enjoy refreshment and freedom.

Becoming a soldier is my greatest dream, and sacrificing my life for the country is my greatest responsibility.

Original Modern Poems for 4th Grade Elementary School Students III:

Red is the light of fire, and it is the power of eternal life.

When it comes to red, I feel that my heart is filled with light all at once.

Red is the color of the lives of countless martyrs, and it is a symbol of heroes.

Isn't it? To red, I feel brave in my heart.

Red is the motherland, the color of the national flag fluttering in the wind, isn't it? To red, I feel infinite power from standing up to being strong.

Original Modern Poems for 4th Grade Elementary School Students:

The stream, already, has been flowing for a long time.

The tinkling stream is like a blue dye. The flowers that stained the shore turned blue, and the fish that dyed the water turned blue.

The stream, chirping, flowed through the meadow, and the birds sang a song of joy.

Bang bang

There was a rustle, a stream running through the trees, and a symphony of trees.

By the stream, looking at the flowing water, it was bright and blue.

I love the stream because it is the source of life.

I lowered my head and tasted the natural juice, icy and sweet.

Modern poems for elementary school students are as follows:

1, "Bamboo Shoots" Year: Song Author: Jiang Huazi. The head horn is emerging, Jiangnan in April. It should be a lonely bamboo, and it has not taken off the old clothes. Angry and long, the moss stone, the side of the thorn hedge. If you don't come, you can make a noise for a few days, and gradually learn to fly.

This state is a bamboo township, and spring shoots are full of valleys. The mountain man folded and hugged the morning market. Many things are cheap, and double money is easy to bunch.

Put it in the retort and cook it at the same time as the rice. Purple and old brocade, plain skin and new jade. He then added meals every day, and did not think about meat for a long time.

For a long time, this flavor is often insufficient. And don't hesitate to eat, the south wind blows bamboo.

The bamboo forest was frozen and died, and the spring bamboo shoots recurred year after year. The sky and the cold end of the stubbornness, Zefen Qiao turned to glory. The whip has invaded the path of the grass, and the shadow grows with the moon.

Ji Ruan wanted to come from me, and he opened the door with a smile and greeted him.

4, "New Bamboo Shoots" era: Tang Author: Qi Ji. The moss money is broken, and the small bar is uneven. Layer by layer from the brocade, every step of the way. Straight to the end, the smoke is getting wider. If you want to know the ancient law, try to cut the phoenix flute to see.

5, "Love Bamboo Shoots" era: Song Author: Chen Zao. The rhino is not rhino, the jade is not jade, and the breeze is crisp and green. The cloak is full of bamboo, and the juanjuan can be bound. The scarce room is only called the good moonlight, and the strength is poor and resistant to the breeze.

Less forbearance is enough to make up for the forest, and the master is not for the stomach. It seems that the material is better than the people, but in the end, the originator and anointing. The official is idle and the day is based on the Hu bed, and he is happy to avoid the vulgar with this gentleman. sneered at the idiot boy of Jinghua, and spent money in vain to buy flowers and trees.

Trees

Wen Lu Zhengxi.

The spring tree is a beauty pageant stage for butterflies.

The summer tree is the ** classroom of the acquaintances.

The autumn tree is a delicious table for squirrels.

The winter tree is a beautiful home for snowflakes.

O beautiful tree!

You are a beautiful paradise for all things on earth.

I'm a snowflakeText: Li Lei. I'm a snowflake

Dance in the air.

I think. Where can I go?

I want to float into the creek.

Turn into a drop of water.

Playing with small fish and shrimp.

I want to float to. Uncle farmer's vegetable garden.

Melt into rain dew.

to moisten the thirsty seedlings.

Ah, so I landed in the square.

Fell among the children.

Me and my companions.

Turn into a big snowman.

Red scarf. Iron hats.

Long nose. I'm happy.

I am the guardian of the square.

Guarding each one.

Innocent smiley face.

Wishes

Wen Du Jiameng.

A small wishing tree.

Hung full of my wishes.

It's like a sky full of stars.

Shimmering with a mesmerizing light.

A sparkling lotus lantern.

Ignited my desire.

Tell my friends.

Dreams are far away.

A thousand paper cranes that are light.

Carrying my wishes.

Tell a friend from afar.

Our memories will never be forgotten.

Bright stars.

Shine with my wishes.

Tell the lone walker.

There are dreams. There is hope.