Poems about desks

This is a season when the sun is gentle and overbearing, without obedience, giving up and being quiet; What is flying all over the sky is disobedience, rebellion, mischief, and our fresh and aggressive minds.

However, every day, faced with desks that are hard enough to make people feel practical, there are piles of People's Education Edition, Hunan Education Edition and East China Normal University Edition. We never let go of a gap to wrap the rebellious space. Where can I vent my emotions? The yellow square desktop has become a place to express happiness, sadness, simplicity and complexity.

When I put a poster of Vic Zhou on my desk without being forcibly torn off by the teacher, a sly smile appeared on my mouth, so I began to post pictures on my desk crazily. That desk, before the senior high school entrance examination, constituted my little "sticker time".

There are my favorite Owen, Raul, Harry Potter and Chess Soul on it ... which made me relax a lot before the mid-term exam.

I spread the bought titan sports on my desk and watched it in class without scruple.

A profound, interesting, literary or expressive lyric poem is often a permanent item on the desk. "I'm not afraid of thousands of people blocking me, but I'm afraid of surrendering myself", such a sunny sentence is a small but big determination; "The wind by the river blows your hair, holding your hand and moving inexplicably", a feeling as simple as a milk room, is unique to us, and perhaps only the students sitting next to us and the pure heart under the cover of a cynical face can understand it.

2 1 century Who will repeat their motto every day except writing it on the desk? I don't know if those sentences that we think are trivial and philosophical are a kind of faith. If so, then some desks are full of faith. They are about friendship, study and life.

Our youth is thus carried by a thin desk. Maybe they don't know Tu Tu's paintings and immature fonts, but they must know what kind of hearts these painters and writers use to describe them.

Maybe after a long time, when we grow up, we will remember what is on our desk. The recorded language must be unforgettable at that time. I don't remember whether it was written with a pure blue gel pen or a ballpoint pen, or who touched my right hand at that time, so a small fork suddenly appeared in the neat line, but I will definitely remember why I wrote that sentence.

PS: Finally, if I don't carve it on the table, people won't have to say that I vandalized public property. I usually write it on a beautiful piece of paper and then stick it on it. Laugh ~ ~ ~