June 1 day poetry reading, June 1 day "why" edition. Praise the happiness of life and the prosperity of the country for many reasons!
Why is the sun so bright on June 1st?
Why are the flowers on June 1st so fragrant?
Why is the red scarf on June 1 so bright?
Why are the children on June 1 so happy ... You know, he knows, and everyone knows.
The festival of teenagers all over the world is coming, and the most childish festival in the world is now.
Why is the song "June 1st" so nice?
Why is the "June 1st" dance so sentimental?
Why is the story of "June 1st" so attractive?
Why is the "June 1" rally so festive ... You know, he knows, and everyone knows.
Songs and dances, stories and parties express children's happiness. Today's seedlings will surely grow into towering trees.
We are young eagles out of the nest, and tomorrow we will fly very high. We are budding flowers, and tomorrow will be colorful and charming.
We are who we are, and the red scarf burns on our chest.
Look, tomorrow we will climb mountains and mountains, stir rivers, hold up the modern motherland and fly to the golden goal. ...
June 1st is lovely. Are these children beautiful or not? The poor child's mother must have the most stories.
The poor child's mother must have the greatest expectation for all these loveliness.
No matter how shabby your clothes are, you still feel indispensable among your friends.
Love Mom and Love Her Story
Love your mother. Look at her. She looked at your shabby clothes. She wants to cry because of your shabby clothes.
Laugh happily and love mom, because mom is as lovely as your June 1st poem-dedicated to happy children.
In the morning, we released a flock of white pigeons. We released a flock of white pigeons in the early morning of Children's Day.
The morning glow of the rising sun flies high in the air through countless transparent pigeons.
All our blessings, ideals, hopes and aspirations!
A pigeon whistle sounded over the campus where the five-star red flag Ran Ran rose.
We bowed to the solemn national flag, which was dyed red by the blood and life of outstanding Chinese sons and daughters.
It also won the belief that a nation and a country should have sovereignty and respect the motherland above all else.
The fiery red soul of the Chinese nation, deeply implanted in our hearts with red scarves, has been reborn.
Strings of singing white clouds swim in the clear sky of Wan Li, and we grow up in the warm embrace of our motherland like small trees, seedlings and flowers.
In the bright classroom, we learn the nutrition of knowledge. In the lively playground, we let go of our childhood feelings in a strange network.
We try our best to practice our high-tech skills in childish fantasies.
We boarded Venus and Mercury again and again, and our festive flowers, colorful flags and beautiful balloons laughed and laughed.
We are happy, but we are more willing to weave our smiling faces like flowers into a huge garland, which will be held by children all over the world.
Let's say goodbye to poverty, war, discrimination and all evil.
Create a high civilization of the global village on this blue planet.
In the early morning of Children's Day, we let a group of white pigeons fly all over the world with our childish declaration and fly to the future time and space.