1, students in Manjianghong. Fairy waves, the spring rain has just stopped, there is no new atmosphere, and the glory flowers are wet. Standing on the balcony, the lights are bright and the leaves are sad. A few nights, the scholar stopped writing brush, and he was tired and tired. Fighting for the people, how to promote this journey, lost in confusion. Youth is beautiful, but books are faint. More eyes will make you thinner. Envy the water, fish and birds around the mountain. Why is it forbidden to learn and be excellent? The situation of youth has a great history. Education prison, bitter feelings, students' feelings.
2. What time is it? People in a hurry say that time is a flying swallow, and its wings swing too fast, making people unable to see its direction clearly. Hesitant people say that time is a traffic light, and its second speed becomes too fast after a red light and a green light. Others say that time is like a course. It's shorter in physical education class and longer in math class.
I want to know. I want to know why the grass is green and why the wind is always invisible. Who teaches birds to build nests? Who let the tree stand and rest? When the moon is no longer full, where can I find the missing piece? Who lit the sleeping stars? Make the stars twinkle? Who painted colorful rainbows in the sky and hung those furry clouds so high?
4. childhood paintings. When I was a child, I painted on a piece of white paper, drawing a big sun, a small house and small trees. After reading it, my smile was filled with happiness, and I grew up. On a piece of white paper, I daubed and altered, shook my pen, and really didn't know what to draw. Along the way, the trash can was full of paper balls. When I was a child, I drew a picture on a piece of white paper and drew a big sun.
5. Campus morning. The wind took away the snoring at night, and the campus woke up from a sweet dream. The morning breeze brushed her eyes and the quiet campus suddenly became lively. Big sister walked into the campus with her schoolbag on her back, talking and laughing with her classmates. Eldest brother ran into the campus, holding a snack in his hand and eating it with relish. Pupils skipped into the campus with colorful schoolbags.
6. The teacher's smile. A teacher's smile is a sail in the wind. Without wind, there is no ship sailing, only dew in the morning. Without dew, there would be no reflected colorful sunshine. The teacher's smile is the candy in the students' hearts. Without sugar, how can you taste the sweetness of export? A teacher's smile is a kite in a dream. Without dreams, there would be no kite flying so high and so far.
7. Mother's love. When I was a child, my mother's love was hidden in my arms, which made people want to hold it warmly. After school. Mother's love is hidden in the schoolbag, carrying it, heavy. After leaving home, my mother's love was hidden in the photo, watching and laughing. Ah! Mother's love. You are everywhere, right beside me.
8. laugh. It's her eyes, lips and the vortex of her lips that are laughing. Beauty is like dew, and the smile is hidden in the flash of shellfish teeth. That is laughter-God's smile, beautiful smile: the reflection of water, the light song of the wind. Laughing is her loose curly hair, scattered in the ear. Soft as a flower shadow, itchy and sweet, flooding into your heart. That's a smile-a smile in a poem, a smile in a painting: traces of clouds, soft waves of waves.
9. I am a little painter. Waving colored brushes affectionately, the blue sky and the sea will welcome me; Angel, angel of nature, what do you want to draw for the future world? Do you want to draw evergreen trees in green hills or green trees all over the desert? Draw an unbeaten flower season or a spring scenery that will never disappear.
10, the child's dream. Seeds are in the frozen soil, dreaming of spring. It dreamed of itself, stretching its trembling waist, shining dewy silver diamonds beside its long eyelashes, dreaming of butterflies, kissing it gently and opening the golden curtains of its new home. It dreams of countless flowers and opens its childish eyes, just like thousands of stars around the moon, seeds, ah, in the frozen soil, dreaming of spring.