12.9 Senior high school students read poetry collectively.

The moon is very thin, hanging in the night sky, like a sickle for cutting grass.

The long hair of the stars caressed the rivers and mountains.

Whose hand is on my chest?

Beating the river and waves

Whose hand lit my eyes?

A never-ending bonfire at night

I listened attentively to the sound of a horseshoe watch.

Beating my fragile heart again and again.

No one will forget.

It penetrated the thick upper class and the historical days of the1February 9 movement.

Whether it's red wind or blood rain.

The voice of young people's blood boiling

incision

In the patriotic student movement of the Chinese people, the most

A touching chapter

The song extends from the horizon of China.

People are chanting

The times are listening

Farewell

If I shed tears and breathe fragrant.

Fix the true feelings at the peak of the high-pitched world

Step by step towards the forerunner

I saw countless delicate green hands scattered all over the floor.

Hold high the torch of happiness.

Full of sparks

Gradually condense into one

Warm heart

I saw his clear eyes.

A string of tears slipped.

He said the world belongs to you and me.

Wind, how to lift me up tonight?

Let me set foot on the moon and dance.

..... Tall trees are very big, and eagles spread their wings far away from Zhejiang.

The sword is a monument that burns like blood.

Thousands of miles are frozen, who sings "Qinyuan Spring Snow"?

……

Oh, my hardworking brothers and sisters.

Pull the wheel of life

Cycas buried in the bottom of my heart

The most brilliant 56 flowers were blossomed.

Let all my dreams

Stop on your generous shoulders.

The river that makes my thoughts.

It keeps flowing into your blazing blood vessels.

This is why I have surging feelings and love.

Ride the wind and waves, ride the wind and waves

……

two

Walk into the interior of poetry

Walk into the edge of life

The flute of spirit sings the fall of faith.

Like a lark song in the rainy season

In the fall and struggle of mankind

Under the weight of time

I hold the candle of life.

Touch the heroic spirit in my heart.

Sing a short eulogy

I just want to.

I just want to immerse myself in the pride of youth.

Fly over my humble symbol, my pain

Defend the tranquility and peace of peace.

Even in the coldest season

I also smile and pray.

Catch the warmest note.

Dancing barefoot

Have hands

I will hold trembling hope.

Turn thousands of years of wind and rain into stars

The most beautiful bluebird.

Has flown away from human childhood.

But my road has never left my yellow home.

Please give me something new and staring eyes.

Please give me listening ears and keen thinking.

Rebuild my weak chest

Oh, I'm flapping my wings.

think

Until it dissolves into a glume.

Shining on the blue planet

photic

star

About the author: Zhu Wenyan, female, from Wanning, Hainan. 1997 graduated from the Chinese Department of Qiongzhou College. During my school days, some of my works were published in Modern Youth, Hainan Youth Daily and other newspapers, and some of my works were included in the book New Works of Contemporary Newcomers. He used to be the director of Tongshi Youth Literature Association and the president of Shancheng Literature Society of Qiongzhou University, and won many awards in essay competitions.