Poetry of Grade Three Students: Great Mom

Great mom. Wow! The paper and ruler are tightly held together, which is amazing! We all asked the teacher curiously,' Why is the ruler sucked away with the scraps of paper? "The teacher said with a smile," friction will produce static electricity, which will suck up pieces of paper. "So that's it!" We suddenly realized. Poetry submission

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In two hours, it will be nine o'clock in the morning, and it is getting hotter and hotter outside. There are fewer people coming and going outside I recorded the length of the shadow in the first way. At this time, the shadow is about the same length as the bamboo pole, which is located in the northwest of the bamboo pole. Two hours later, the burning sun shone on the bamboo pole, and the bamboo pole was "hahaha." The younger brother laughed and said, I'm so ashamed that I can't wait to find a crack in the ground. Grandma went out to buy food and couldn't help me. I had to clean up the mess, go to the cupboard, take a stainless steel Tucki, peel off a few cloves of garlic and put them in the basin. The shadow is clearly visible. The length of the shadow is about one third of that of the bamboo pole, and its position has also changed. great mother

Xie Yes from Diaoyutai Primary School in Nanjing.

Dear mom, I love you forever.

Looks like the operation didn't work! I am the owner of a pet shop. I want to read many books about pets and learn more knowledge. I believe I will realize my dream. A child who will never grow up.

I need your concern and care.

great mother

I love you

Love is like a small fish's affection for a stream.

I always hold you tight.

Forget me and cherish the warmth of spring.

When the loud national anthem is played, I am a swallow flying south.

Looking forward to holding a fruit.

I love you

Dear mother

I love you

The smell of mountains

Air and moisture

When young

You seriously consider me.

Every moment of my life.

On many happy days

With my happiness and innocence

Write all the poems on your forehead.

Pick a bright red rose

There is my love for my mother in the rose.

Mom said I was stupid and naive.

Roses are flowers that symbolize love.

It is also the love that children give their mothers.

Instructor: Dong Jiajia

Mom, I love you, Rose Poetry Diaoyutai.