Children's Day poetry is more classic.

Flowers bloom and fall, laughter is sweet, and June is fragrant. The white duck is swimming in the clear water, and both boats are rowing with wooden paddles. Chang 'e envies Children's Day, and the Weaver Girl is lazy to be a fairy. Who is in charge of Yaotai? Xin Lei in her childhood. In the noisy days of flowers, June bid farewell to the season of spring breeze, and the crystal-clear and clean mind opened the emerald curtain, slowly opened the little angel with heavy makeup on the stage, and babbled the story that the tree was full of bright colors. Why is the sky blue as bright as water on June 1? Why are the flowers on June 1st so fragrant? Why is the red scarf on June 1st so bright? Why are the children on June 1 so happy ... You know, he knows, and everyone knows. The youngest festival in the world has arrived, the most childish festival in the world.

When I use my big hand

When you raise your little hand

"Mom, why?

Only people have two hands. "

This philosophy teacher will spend a lot of time.

Problems explained to college students

My little baby brought it out.

Baby, your problem itself.

Is extremely wonderful and extraordinary.

I dare not give a definite answer.

Confuse you and spoil your fun.

I have to put my heart and soul into it

To make up a beautiful fairy tale.

The story of a god who loves mankind.

Hands are indispensable wonderful props.

Baby, don't run away from the truth.

I'm afraid of an answer beyond your imagination.

Destroy your exuberant thirst for knowledge

This world is more accurate than any answer.

More vivid, colorful and beautiful

It is also more varied, more complicated and more difficult to understand.

Come on, baby.

Put your little hand in my palm.

Let's set the clock quietly together.

The light, color and image of life

I'm waiting for you to distribute it with two hands

I realized that the relay race of life

It is this warm and kind grip.

Buds are your years.

Wrapped in green leaves

Jiao zhi jiao

Like a smile in my sleep.

Spring is your festival.

Singing is full of your schoolbag.

Just take out a song and say it.

Jump, jump

Prosperity is your waiting.

When you can control the world.

Colorful dreams

Will come true with your creation.

Ah, you are the earliest festival of mankind.

It is also the most permanent expectation of mankind.

You are the earliest enlightenment of mankind.

This is the greatest hope of mankind.