Complete works of primary school students' poetry and prose

The author/Wang Yi of The Color of the Sun said, "The sun is yellow. Here it dyed my wings yellow. " The big apple said, "The sun is red. Well, it has dyed my face red. " One day, after the rain cleared, the sun shone on the small drops of water in the sky and turned into a curved rainbow hanging on the horizon. "wow! Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue and purple. What a beautiful rainbow! The sun has so many colors! " Little oriole and big apple cheered heartily. Autumn Tree Author/Jin Bo In autumn, I saw a big tree, an ancient ginkgo tree. According to the old man, this ginkgo tree is 300 years old. Ah, what a long day! My grandfather enjoyed the cool under this tree when he was a child, and my father also played games under this tree when he was a child! Three hundred years old, how many spring, summer, autumn and winter, how many storms! A gust of autumn wind blew and a golden leaf fell. I caught it as if I had received a letter from autumn. This letter tells the story of 300 years. Touching the author/Jiang Hua is like the wind gently stroking the white clouds, like the morning dew gently stroking the pink face of the flowers, like the sun gently sliding down the grass tip, like the stream gently flowing through the mountain stream. My mother touched my hand. It was a breeze, morning dew, sunshine and a stream flowing through my heart. Sun, are you a painter? Author/Sun, are you a painter? You paint the beach golden, just like a coast paved with gold; You paint the sea blue, like a crystal clear blue crystal; You painted the clouds in the sky so white, just like a soft gauze towel ... You see, the two children on the beach are so white, but you painted them as two dark stones. What a solid rock. Sun, are you a painter? Childhood/Wu Yun childhood, send away a long reed boat by the river. When I was a child, flowers flew paper balls on the grass. In childhood, love whispered to the doll. Childhood, use plasticine to pinch out all kinds of imagination. Childhood, looking for fairy tales with wings spread in dandelion's hut. Childhood, colorful dreams spin in a kaleidoscope. Childhood, in the ant nest and bird's nest, in electric cars and computers, and even on the internet, explored all kinds of secrets. Childhood is the beginning of the most precious nature, curiosity and unrestrained creation in life. Childhood, naive and simple, not blinded by the world. Childhood, the poorest and richest. At that time, he was really the most ignorant wise man and the most unscrupulous philosopher. Your present position: thinking deeply >> literary topics >> literary library >> poems and songs couplets >:> the text of the article. Primary school students' poetry reading, hot, font: small and big. . . Poetry and prose of primary school students: