Modern Poetry on Children's Day on June 1st

Modern Poetry on Children's Day on June 1st

Why is the sun so bright on June 1st?

Why are the flowers on June 1st so fragrant?

Why is the red scarf on June 1st so bright?

Why are children on June 1 so happy? ...

Why is the song "June 1st" so nice?

Why is the "June 1st" dance so sentimental?

Why is the story of "June 1st" so attractive?

Why is the "June 1st" rally so festive? ...

Singing and dancing are jubilant, and children celebrate festivals on June 1 day; The sun is shining and thousands of new flowers are pleasant.

In June 1 day, the sky is as blue as water.

The sweet singing on June 1 makes our crystal clear and pure hearts stretch.

The dream of June 1 quietly blooms around us!

The blessing of June 1st warms our hearts!

The laughter of June 1 is around us!

On June 1 day, we were shrouded in the glow!

June 1 day,

Sepchi dance, children's voice array:

I took my daughter's hand,

Just like holding the memory of a child!

Praise the teacher's poem

1, once a teacher, always a father.

It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, and the east wind has started and a hundred flowers have blossomed. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .

3. Spit out all the threads in your heart and dedicate your life to infinity.

4, peaches and plums are speechless and ashamed.

5. Ten trees, ten years of wind, ten years of rain and a hundred thousand pillars.

6. Ten trees make up one hundred people.

7. Three-foot platform, three-inch tongue, three-inch pen and three thousand peaches and plums.

8. The gift of a paragraph is also my teacher.

9. Teaching is like a spring breeze, and teachers are as deep as the sea.

10, the crane sends silver silk to reflect the sun and the moon, and the heart is full of blood.

Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.