I have a place in my heart, an English poem about Children's Day.
No Colleen could have it;
Deep in my soul
Never made a sound or was unknown;
There is a place in my memory.
You filled my life;
No one can take it away
No one will;
Every kind of sadness or worry
In the past days;
Be lit up by the light
The smile in your eyes;
Like a lighted candle.
In a window at night;
Your affectionate love inspired me and guided me in the right direction;
Of course I love dear silver.
Shine in your hair;
And a wrinkled forehead
Wrinkle with worry;
I kiss my dear fingers.
So hard work warms me;
Oh! God bless you.
Let you, mother Maheri!
a hymn to mother
In my heart
There is a place that is unfathomable.
Its territory has never been heard of.
No girl can be interested;
In my memory.
My life is full of you.
No one can replace it.
No one will have such a real feeling;
Precious time has passed.
Efforts and troubles never stop.
The smile in your eyes, its brilliance
Turn troubles into light;
It's like lighting a candle
Through the window lattice at night
Your deep love inspires me.
Lead me forward all the time;
Yes, I love you like silver hair.
Shining with affectionate light
I like the wrinkles on your forehead.
Years of vicissitudes.
I kiss your industrious fingers.
Gentle hands warm my heart;
Ah, the loving mother is in my heart
God bless, long life!
3. English poems about Children's Day should be translated. Thanks 1 Rainrain.
It's raining everywhere, everywhere,
It falls on fields and trees, and on fields and treetops.
Rain falls on the umbrella here, on the umbrella here,
On a ship at sea. A ship that landed at sea again.
Author R.L. Stevenson, 1850- 1894.
What do bees do? What do bees do?
What do bees do? What do bees do?
Take honey home. Take honey home.
What does a father do? What does a father do?
Take the money home. Take the money home.
What does a mother do? What does a mother do?
Take out the money. The money is used up.
What does a baby do? What do babies do?
Eat all the honey. Eat all the honey.
Author c.g. Luo Saidi, 1830- 1894.
Bud is your time wrapped in green leaves, and charming image is a smile in your sleep. Spring is your holiday song, and your schoolbag is full of it. Just take out a song and hang it on your lips, skipping, and prosperity is your waiting. When you can control the world, colorful dreams will come true with your creation. You are the earliest festival and the most eternal expectation of mankind. You are the earliest enlightenment and the greatest hope of mankind. Bud is your feelings about love, wrapped in the lush green leaves of Jiao Jiao, just like the smile of spring sleep. Your holiday songs are full of your bags, and you can casually perform a lip-service program. Your skipping downtown area is waiting for you. When you can control the world, your rainbow-like dream is like the creation you will realize. You are the first festival of mankind, the eternal hope of mankind, and the first and greatest hope of human enlightenment.
5. Who has many English poems about June 1st?
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I am glad that I am your teacher.
Even though you've been bothering me
You cracked the chalk and broke the glass.
I got you on your knees, too
But now a year is almost over.
The vacation is coming
What surprised me most was because.
I can't believe the end is here.
You will grow old next semester.
Is it wiser-I'm not sure.
Other class teachers will face all this.
How good-I don't know.
I remember all our happiness.
I'm sure you remember.
All the pranks and spanking
But we managed to get through.
I can't believe the end is here.
We will miss you very much.
I don't want to see you leave.
Because you will be very special children.
Unfair children of God.
Mom, please don't hurt me again.
I am only about four years old.
Don't wake me from a deep sleep.
Don't take me to work; Why can't you stay?
Can't you take me to school?
Like a neighbor's child.
Can't I learn to read and browse books?
"No, you can't," said mother.
Drag her child away.
You must go to work.
Prevent hunger
We have five children to feed.
How can you think so much about sleeping?
6. Poetry about Children's Day (in English, ten lines) I'm practicing watching TV.
I am learning English for Specific Purposes.
I got a mental image.
Like a picture on TV.
I think I should ask you for advice.
I thought I could read your mind,
In order to get the answer to this test,
But now I'm in trouble.
I probed your thoughts and consciousness,
Now I promise,
We will both fail.
Because you are copying me.
Landlord, that's all I can find. Please adopt it.
7. Children's Day English poetry opened in colorful parks. It was really beautiful, and there was the shadow of little wings's child in every gentle haze. I hope a person can fly into space steadily, because the stars in the night sky blink their charming eyes and want to pick a basket full of flowers for teachers and children. Say goodbye to the spring breeze in the hilarious flowers in June. trans trans carves a pure heart and carefully tears open the green curtains and pulls open the stage with heavy makeup. Little angels babble and open their mouths to tell the story of Suman Shudu slowly brightening up. The sky is dark blue like water, and the wet red handkerchief covers their excited eyes.
Translation:
This park is full of colors.
Blooming flowers
This is a beautiful drive.
In every gentle smile
Have the shadow of a child
That little heart with wings
I can't wait to fly into space.
because
Stars in the night sky
Blinking is tempting.
Want to pick a full one?
flower basket
For teachers and children.
In the days of flowers and noise
June bid farewell to the season of spring breeze.
Clear and transparent
The opening of pure mind
Jade curtains slowly opened.
Little angel with makeup on the stage
Let the baby talk in detail.
The tree is full of brilliant stories.
The sky is as blue as water.
Who used a wet red handkerchief?
Cover your excited eyes.
Children's Day International Children's Day (ICD) is celebrated in many countries, generally (but not always) on June 6th every year.
ICD originated from the World Child Welfare Conference held in Geneva, Switzerland on 1925. I don't know why I chose June of 1 year as ICD: According to one theory, the Consul General of China in San Francisco Cisco (USA) convened some China orphans to celebrate the Dragon Boat Festival in 1925, which happened to be June of that year and coincided with the meeting in Geneva.
June 1 has since been regarded as ICD； by many countries, especially communist countries; In the western world, ICD is usually celebrated on other days of the year (if any), and the public usually knows little about these celebrations. (For further discussion, see the section on Germany below. )。 Therefore, there is sometimes a misunderstanding that the ICD of June 1 day was invented by communists. Nevertheless, in recent years, even some groups in the United States began to observe ICD on June 65, 438+0.
9. Poems on Children's Day (English) It's really beautiful in a park with colorful flowers. Every gentle haze has a child's shadow of little wings. My heart yearns to fly into space steadily, because the stars in the night sky blink their charming eyes and want to pick a basket full of flowers for teachers and children. In June, among the flowers that bid farewell to the spring breeze, my heart is crystal clear and pure. Carefully open the green curtains and pull open the heavy makeup on the stage. sm All the angels chirp and open their mouths carefully, and the story of Suman Shu is slowly bright. The sky is deep blue as water, and my excited eyes are covered with wet red handkerchiefs. Every gentle smile has the shadow of a child. The little heart with wings can't wait to fly into space, because the stars in the sky blink at night and want to pick a basket full of flowers for teachers and children. In the noisy days of flowers, I bid farewell to the spring season in June. Crystal clear and pure heart wings spread out, and the emerald curtain slowly opened on the stage. The little angel with heavy make-up babbled the story of the tree full of bright colors in detail. The sky is as blue as water. Who covered his excited eyes with a wet red handkerchief?