On June 1 Day, the children in the big class recite poems.

I love my motherland as mice love rice. Study hard, ask questions, be disciplined, respect the old and love the young, and study hard. Honest and brave, love labor, pay attention to safety and have a heavy sense of responsibility. I like flowers, birds and trees. I laugh when I see them. Why is the sun so brilliant when it recites "June 1"? Why are the flowers on June 1st so fragrant? Why is the red scarf on June 1st 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. Please see, tomorrow we will climb mountains, stir rivers and hold up the modern motherland. Fly to the golden goal ... June 1 is lovely, are these children beautiful? The poor child's mother must have the most stories. The poor child's mother must have the most expectations. No matter how shabby you dress, you still feel indispensable to your partner. Love the story of your mother falling in love with her. Love her. Look at her. She saw you in rags and wronged June 1st. I cried and said that I was in rags, and I smiled happily on June 1. Love your mother, because she is lovely, just like your poem celebrating June 1st-dedicated to happy children. In the morning, we released a flock of white pigeons. On the morning of Children's Day, we released a flock of white pigeons. The morning light penetrates countless transparent hearts. The flying dove took away all our blessings, ideals, hopes and longings! Pigeons whistle over the campus where the five-star red flag Ran Ran rises. We bowed to the solemn national flag. The blood and life of outstanding Chinese sons and daughters have dyed the national flag red, and the belief that a nation and a country should have sovereignty and respect the motherland above all else has been deeply implanted in our hearts. The burning soul of the Chinese nation has been reborn. Strings of singing white clouds are swimming in the clear sky of Wan Li. We grow like small trees, seedlings and flowers. In the warm embrace of the motherland, 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 our childish fantasies, we landed on Venus and Mercury again and again. Our festive flowers and colorful flags and beautiful balloons laugh at our happy mood, but we prefer to weave our smiling faces like flowers into a huge garland. Children from all over the world lift us to bid farewell to poverty, war, discrimination and all evil ferocity. We will create a highly civilized global village on this blue planet. We will let a group of pigeons fly around the world with our childish declaration in the early morning of Children's Day. This poetic name pervades your every season. It's the white dove who wakes up in the blue sky on the first morning in October! Motherland, I have loved you for too long. ...