Classical poetry in kindergarten middle class

1.jia

Blue sky is the home of white clouds,

Dense forests are the home of this bird.

The green grass is the lamb's home.

Clear rivers are home to small fish.

The red flower is the home of the butterfly.

Happy kindergartens are children's homes.

2. Grandpa Sun

Father Sun gets up early,

He is worried that the baby will sleep late.

Climb up the window and have a look.

Hey, the baby's gone!

The baby is in the yard,

One, two, three, four, do morning exercises,

Father Sun smiled,

The baby is a good baby.

3. Naughty raindrops

Xiao Yu, really naughty,

Take a silver slide.

It kisses the seedlings,

He Miao smiled happily;

It kissed the fruit tree,

Fruit trees are happy to bear peaches and pears;

It kissed the duck,

Flower ducks quack;

It kisses the fish,

The fish plays games with it.

4. One-word song

A bean, a grain of rice,

Cherish one by one;

A little oil, a drop of water,

Every bit is not wasted;

A flower, a fruit tree,

Take care of every grass and tree.

One minute, one second,

Don't relax every minute.

5. Colored porcelain

Gently open the map,

The first time I saw China in color,

Green is grassland,

Gold is a desert,

Blue is the sea,

This river is crooked.

On the territory of our motherland,

It's colorful,

Like bright flowers in full bloom,

Facing this beautiful picture,

We sang aloud:

I love you.-China!

6.umbrella

Hua, Hua, it's raining.

Birds fly under the big tree, and the big tree holds an umbrella;

Insects fly into leaves and umbrella leaves;

The chicken got into the mother's wings, wing umbrella.

Frogs hold up big lotus leaves and use them to hold umbrellas;

The tortoise retracts into the turtle shell, and the turtle shell umbrella;

Squirrels have big tails and umbrellas.

7. cradle

The blue sky is the cradle, shaking the little stars.

White clouds floated gently, and the little star fell asleep.

The sea is the cradle, rocking the small fish.

The waves turned gently and the fish fell asleep.

The garden is the cradle, rocking the young flowers.

The wind blew gently and the little flower fell asleep.

The mother's hand is the cradle, rocking the baby.

The baby fell asleep singing softly.

8. Rainbow ballads

The rainbow is long, the rainbow is high,

Rainbow hangs on the waist of the blue sky,

Rainbow, rainbow is falling,

Into a colorful bridge,

This head stands in Tiananmen Square,

The other end hangs on Taiwan Province Island,

Welcome the children of Taiwan Province Province,

Look at the new look of the mainland.

Middle school children's poetry