Poems on Children's Day on June 1st.

Lead: When our innocent smile bloomed in the sun, when we were children, I compiled children's day poems for your reference.

I am a stubborn child, I am a stubborn child.

I want to climb to the sun.

Baking fever

I want to sleep on the moon.

Have a sweet dream

I am a stubborn child.

When I climbed to the top of the tree

Found that the sun is much higher than the trees.

Like the moon at night

You can't even reach the top of the tree.

I am a stubborn child.

Lying in the tree and sleeping.

accidentally

Had a big fall.

I am a stubborn child.

Always in a dream

ask for trouble

The second children's article records the wind/Arthur

Looking back at this land full of Sophora japonica

Huaihua Li

There is a sigh of mother mending clothes.

It's short again

It's broken again

Land of the living

It will never happen again.

A woman who grinds a needle and thread in your hair.

Sew your clothes one by one.

Touch your skin needle by needle.

The child who records the wind

Write poetry in the wind

one day

We will eventually grow old and confused.

A poem about a child 1 The sunset has withered and I won't go home.

It's like a child running away from home and losing his shoes.

I stood in the street, counting a group of black ants.

They took my time.

They brought the moon home.

2

A snow is vigorous.

Put a scarf on the villa.

I saw the place where a wolf walked.

There is no snowflake/I follow it

Follow it into the old mountain.

three

Without lights, I feed myself with darkness.

The trees lined up.

They are very neat.

Ranked by age

They want to spend the winter in my heart.

They are too cold.

four

I can't find my way home.

Stretch your arms on every road.

Show me.

But I can't go too far.

Mom's dinner is still in the pot.

Sleep quietly

five

Mom, mom

My tears are frozen.

That's the signpost I left you.

Please follow it.

Find me.

You will meet me.

Hanging on a tree.

Make an apple

When I was a child, when I was a child,

Looking at the stars will make you cry.

Cpaing and Lu Xixi turned over one hundred times.

After eating watermelon, dig out the seeds.

Count the summer grain grain one by one.

When I was a child,

Cicada is not as precious as it is now.

Eyes can see every layer of texture of the cloud clearly;

If you have a match, you believe you can.

Winter.

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