Turn ordinary days into poetry

On this warm spring day, I always want to wear a pair of comfortable flat shoes, or step on the spring in the wilderness, or a pastoral picnic, or go shopping, get together with relatives and friends, take a nap under the forest, and be extremely comfortable... However, under the epidemic, we would rather give up this kind of comfort, stay at home, and not add chaos to society and block the government.

Being able to come and go freely, being able to go to work and study normally, and ordinary days are the best days. What's more, we can also use busyness and growth to turn this ordinary day into poetry!

The 8th week of this semester (4.6-8) is only three days long. On Wednesday morning, the children hurried back to school and on Friday afternoon they hurried home again. This back-and-forth rush is like Mr. Zhu Ziqing's narration:

When you wash your hands, the days pass from the basin of water; when you eat, the days pass from the rice bowl; when you are silent, you pass in front of your eyes. I sensed that he was in a hurry, and when he held out his hand to cover it, he passed by the hand he was holding...

Are you familiar with these sentences? Do you remember that in that mottled classroom many years ago, there was also your thin figure and childish voice? I don't know if you at that time also had a deep affection for Chinese characters?

The square Chinese characters record history, interpret experiences, and leave fiery emotions. When you gently touch it with your hand, you will feel a kind of deep feeling beating; when you close the book, you will feel its unique silence and breathing. With your eyes closed, they are all jumping spirits, touching your mind and nurturing your soul.

The Chinese language classroom is the world where children are close to Chinese characters, and they can recite, ponder, or enjoy them. On Wednesday morning, the children learned The Footprints of Time and recited time-related poems. As a result, the children's feelings about time are also turned into poetry...

The wheel of time

The wheel of time is the annual ring of the trees

Turn around

One lap is one year

The rings of time are wrinkles of the elderly

Engraved

I can't see how many

Countless years

——Chen Yihuan

The Road of Time

The pace of time does not stop

It carries flowers and falls into the earth

It leads the seed to give birth to hope

It is like a slowly flowing glacier

With the flow of life

Roll up the forgotten gravel on both sides of the strait

Flow to the far side

--Lou Qianrui

Success is also time, defeat is also time

Time, you are born from the zero dimension

It was destroyed in the tenth dimension

Time, you turn perfection into imperfection

It is this imperfection

Only to make the originally silent world colorful

But

Evolution again and again

But you have made all things nothing

Once again, there was silence

There is no such thing as absolute perfection

Nor is perfection true

Nothingness is always the same

There is nothing but nothing

--Yang Pujing

Time is something that catches people off guard

When it's sunny, it's windy and cloudy, and it's rainy

I can't stop thinking about the past

Stole the green silk

Years are a journey that never goes back

Good and bad are all scenery

Time rushes by

What's left

——Fang Zijian

Mr. Time

Dear Mr. Time

You are the most selfless, red cherry, green plantain

Nature is full and enchanting because of you

Dear Mr. Time

You are the fastest, the most in the world

You never stopped your speeding pace, and when you look back, you are long gone

Our time sir

You are also the most ruthless, the white colt has passed through the gap, and time has passed

You made many young men and girls turn white in the blink of an eye, and there were a few more wrinkles

O Mr. Time, I beg you

Slow down your running pace a bit

Open up your righteous heart

Soften your fierce heart a little more

- Lu Yao

Plum blossoms bloom during the Waxing Moon

Time gives it strength

Lonely in the snow and ice

Time freezes and stops

Neither will plum blossoms

As time goes by

It is a cold bone of arrogance

It is unyielding

Go, follow in the footsteps of time

The rebate is

Timeless quality

A hard heart

——Liu Junyu

Solo in hell

Time burns in flames

It emits its unique smell

Nothing can put this fire out

Cut-out whispers and chants

He was accompanied by the lone traveler in hell

Towards the end of time

——Jiang Nan

Vicissitudes of mulberry fields

Rough seas

It will eventually dry up, leaving a field of gravel

A sea of tree-lined forests

Turn into decaying wood and sprinkle a layer of dead branches

Soft time

It has a hard force

see

That layer of rocks

That towering mountain

That rugged and steep stone wall

Also shattered by time

Turned into rubble and silt

--Shou Yitai

Children of the same age, the road to growth can not be all scores, even if they are trapped in homework and exams, but also have poetry and far away. There are also seas of stars, brilliant literature, and profound philosophies...