Poetry suitable for grade one or two.

Hello, according to your request, I found the following poems: 1. Learn to be grateful, I thank ... thank the person who hurt me, because he honed my mind; Thanks to the person who cheated me, because he improved my knowledge: thanks to the person who abandoned me, because he taught me to stand on my own feet; Thank the person who tripped me, because he strengthened my ability; Thank the person who rebuked me, because he contributed my wisdom; Thanks to those who despise me, because he awakened my self-esteem; Thank my parents for giving me life and selfless love; Thank the teacher for giving me knowledge and eyes to see the world; Thank my friends for their friendship and support; Thank perfection for giving me the opportunity to trust and show my ability; Thank the little girl next door for giving me a pure and innocent smile; Thank all the people around me for giving me the pleasure of communicating with others; I am grateful for everything that life has given me, although not all of them are happy; Thank the sky for providing me with a stage to display, and thank the earth for giving me endless support and strength; Thank the sun for providing me with light and heat, thank all the stars in the sky, and welcome every dawn and dusk with me. Thank the people I love and those who love me, so that my life is no longer lonely; Thanks to my enemies, let me know myself and see others clearly; Thanks to the blooming of flowers, the blooming of green grass and the singing of birds, I have a beautiful and vibrant world. 2. Alma mater, great alma mater, you are the sun in spring, rising slowly, making us warm. We are moved by you and proud of you. You are the wings that take us to soar in the knowledge space; You are water, quietly flowing into our bodies. You are the wind, blow us away and let us have a better tomorrow. Your selfless dedication makes us the most dazzling flowers in the world. My little heart blooms for you. May my alma mater become more and more beautiful. The morning breeze on campus took away the snoring (Han) at night, and the campus woke up from a sweet dream. The morning breeze brushed her eyes and the quiet campus suddenly became lively. Big sister walked into the campus with her schoolbag on her back. Talking and laughing with classmates. Eldest brother ran into the campus, holding a snack in his hand and eating it with relish. Pupils skipped into the campus, carrying colorful schoolbags and playing games with their classmates. ? Beautiful class music began, just like an oriole singing. The students entered the classroom in an orderly way, and the campus echoed with the sound of reading. ? The teacher hurried into the classroom with a thick handout in his hand. Send students a wealth of knowledge. A new day has begun. 4. The teacher's smile is a sail in the wind. How can a ship sail if there is no wind? If there is no dew in the morning, how can you reflect colorful sunshine? The teacher's smile is the candy in the students' hearts. If there is no sugar, how can you taste the sweetness of export? A teacher's smile is a kite in a dream. Without dreams, how can kites fly so high and so far? 5. I am grateful to the rising sun, which makes me have a bright mood in the glory of the day; Thanks to the sunset, I have a quiet night to follow after the noise and fatigue. Thank you for being happy, make me laugh happily and live a better life; Thanks to the pain, I learned to persist and exercised my instinct to let go of the ups and downs of life. Thanks to life, let me pick up the beauty of life in the long season; Thank you, although thousands of miles away, but you also gave me a warm heart in the cold winter: thank you for your concern, life is full and fresh because of you; Thank you for everything ...: reciting, that is, reading clearly and loudly. It is a creative activity that transforms written works into audio language. Lang, that is, the voice is clear and loud; Recitation, that is, recitation, is a kind of language art that uses clear and loud voice and combines various language means to perfectly express the thoughts and feelings of works. Recitation is an important form of oral communication. Recitation can not only improve reading ability and artistic appreciation ability, but more importantly, through recitation, great men can cultivate their temperament, broaden their minds, behave in a civilized manner and enhance their understanding; Young people can effectively cultivate the ability to appreciate the nuances of language and vocabulary, and establish the self-recognition ability of the best oral expression. Therefore, if you want to be a master of oral expression and communication, you can't ignore reciting. The Moon in My Heart My mother told me that the moon is like sweet maltose. My father told me that the moon is like a distant project. My grandfather told me that the moon is like a gear of years. My uncle told me that the moon is like a beautiful comb. Menstruation tells me that the moon and stars are good sisters. I told myself that the moon is like a spaceship in the night sky, carrying dreams all the way. Skills of reading poetry: First, avoid "affectation". Poetry reading, like other reading methods, should be natural and must not be influenced. Although the feelings of poetry are stronger than other styles, they are still from the heart. To memorize a poem well, we must first read it carefully and understand the author's feelings. Then, try to arouse * * * and make your feelings close to the author's feelings. Only in this way can our recitation successfully reproduce the author's emotions. The audience will sound "natural". If the reader does not understand the author's feelings but only "estimates" the author's feelings, it is easy to lose proper limit. Without an internal emotional foundation, only relying on skills to support, the audience will inevitably feel "influenced". In fact, the most important thing is confidence. Mother Moon in my heart told me that the moon is like sweet maltose. Dad told me that the moon is like a distant project. Grandpa told me that the moon is like a gear of years. Grandma told me that the moon is like a beautiful comb. My uncle told me that the moon is like a beautiful eye. Menstruation tells me that the moon and stars are good sisters. I told myself that the moon is like a spaceship in the night sky, carrying dreams all the way. My mother told me that the moon is like sweet maltose. Dad told me that the moon is like a distant project. Grandpa told me that the moon is like a gear of years. Grandma told me that the moon is like a beautiful comb. My uncle told me that the moon is like beautiful eyes. Menstruation tells me that the moon and stars are good sisters. I told myself that the moon is like a spaceship in the night sky, carrying dreams all the way. Story Name: Morning _ Poetry Story Content: The fuzzy morning is like a kitten that just woke up. My eyes lit up when the kitten blinked. The sun also rubs my eyes. It's too early. It also lit up in the morning. Story: I grow up, mom. I grow up. I want to build a long ladder and reach the clouds. I will climb to the sky to pick up the stars. I will fill all my pockets with shining stars and bring them back to the school children. For you, my good mother, I want to bring back the bright moon for you and let it light up our home without wasting any electricity.