The poem 1 of the Mid-Autumn Festival in the first grade of primary school burst into tears.
Riding the wind is high, caressing is long and false.
Why can't the four be one?
Climb Kaminooji with hope,
The more banyan trees, the more fragrant and beautiful they are.
The wind is rustling, weaving the texture in the way of resentment and shredding.
The light is burning and silent, but I can't cut the window candle.
Hey, Lu refutes your wish, but I know it all the way.
Changfeng overcame the cold with dawn sleeves and lixi, and solved my grievances.
Take a step forward, waving green and blue, hazy and lost.
Also, Gouqing Pill is so remote that it can be used as an engine to swim in the neon phoenix, and it can decorate the glory and dust.
It's a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, and I will never tire of it.
Everyone knows that I will pray for my wish for a long time.
Looking forward to Renwu and August.
Mid-Autumn Festival Poems of Grade One in Primary School 2 Water Tone Song Head Ice Dust Mid-Autumn Festival
Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Author: Su Shi
Chen Bing Mid-Autumn Festival, happily drank the next morning, drunk, wrote this word, and missed my brother Su Zhe.
When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance and enjoy the shadow of the moon, which is in the world.
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
The Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting in the third grade of primary school is held once a year.
Just like my birthday.
Let the stars sleep through happiness.
There is only the face of the moon in the dream.
In a sweet smile, I hold you.
In order to catch up with the sun, in the hometown of the moon
I ate, mom.
Brown sugar that has been saved for a long time is covered with black bread.
The moon cakes made.
Poem 4 of Mid-Autumn Festival in Grade One of Primary School: Fireflies are lingering and the moon is round.
I lit four incense sticks with my heart.
Put four moon cakes, four apples and four pomegranates.
Before ancestors and parents.
Grandparents who come by smelling the fragrance.
Sitting in the yard
Enjoy the moon with the younger generation.
Mid-Autumn Festival Poems of Grade One in Primary School: 5 stacks, 1000 paper cranes.
Fly in the wind
The moon is fluctuating.
The shepherd boy is playing the flute.
Song of willow buds
Yang Guo Temple
I don't need an appraisal.
The moon will recognize your voice.
Mid-autumn festival poems in sixth grade of primary school. Melancholy as a cloud.
Filaments fall into the rain
Sorrow is like a flower after rain.
Be struck by wind and rain
The sky is full of legends.
everywhere
Like wide, cold dance sleeves.
But I dare not try.
Afraid of the flood that broke the spring water
The waves are endless.
I want to soothe my grievances.
Mutual understanding
It seems to be 500 years.
I hope the bright moon will not grow old.
It's Mid-Autumn Festival.
Dependence year after year
Mid-Autumn Festival poetry in the first grade of primary school; The 7-year-old moon is standing on the roof of a tall building.
There is a trace of melancholy in loneliness.
Gentle eyes kissed all over my body
In order to keep the moon busy
I climbed to the top of the tall building.
I want to reach out and hold the white face of the moon
She entered shyly.
Clouds as thick as cotton
I am standing on the roof of a tall building.
The moon stands high above my head.
I'm watching Yin Hui's moon radiate from a distance.
The moon also looked at me affectionately.
June is the Mid-Autumn Festival.
People are from the Mid-Autumn Festival.
It's far. Is it also under the sky?
There is a man standing. He looks at the moon.
Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry of Grade One in Primary School
A festival of reunion
Harvest festival
Families can get together.
Look at the bright moon at night
Taste the moon cake
Chat home-cooked
Talk to mom sang.
The people of China are a people who like reunion.
This is especially true for the Mid-Autumn Festival.
The moon is round.
Moon cakes are round, too.
The dining table around the family is also round.
Reunion has been the expectation of China people since ancient times.
It is also the embodiment of China people's family concept.
On this Mid-Autumn Festival
If you are free, you might as well go home.
I miss my parents and relatives.
As long as the family is happy!