Sixth grade poem 1 Eye of the Night
Night, quietly
Be careful.
come
Purple-black sky
How many small eyes are there?
One,Two,Three ...
I can't count them.
They winked.
I just can't count it.
Sixth grade poem 2 "I like you, turtle"
I like you guys-
Carrying a small house,
Walk.
There's no hurry.
If you are willing to make friends with me,
I want to teach you.
Do things faster,
Don't drag your feet when you do things.
I also want to give it to you.
Introduce a friend-
Its name is rabbit.
The sixth grade poem 3 "There is a crooked-neck tree outside the courtyard"
Outside the small yard,
There is a jujube tree that has grown for a long time;
In the yard, it is my mother's herb garden.
Chlorophytum, Petunia and Zhu Dinghong.
All flowers are mothers' children,
Around them all day,
Instead of feeding them,
Is to help them dress up.
Jujube trees outside the courtyard,
You lean on it all day.
The longer it is, the more crooked it is.
Aren't you afraid of hitting the wall?
Oh, I see-
You envy the flowers in the yard,
Stretching his head all day.
Listen, listen,
The neck is crooked!
Sixth grade poem 4 "I'm going to be a bad boy again"
I want to be a bad boy again.
While the sky is not looking.
Taste a cloud
When the moon is dreaming
Pick a star
Or maybe.
Hold the hand of the wind
Sitting on the treetop
clarinet
Sixth grade poem 5 "ants move"
see
Ant's team
Crowd and crowd
Is it necessary to finish before the heavy rain?
Move your family to a new highland?
Travel again and again.
It looks really urgent.
I really want to put my toy car
Lend it to them.
regrettable
They didn't.
A driver who can drive.
The sixth grade poem "Who am I"
Mom said,
I am her little cotton-padded jacket.
Dad said,
I am his little princess.
Grandma said,
I am her baby.
I said,
Who the hell am I?
Sixth grade poem 7 "Leopard"
Leopard, leopard
why do you
Only black and yellow.
I have many.
colour
You can draw on it.
On you
Not monotonous
There are blue, red and green.
I want to draw you.
leopard
The eighth poem "Colorful Dreams" in the sixth grade of primary school
I have a colorful dream,
Some are long, some are short, some are thick,
They sleep on the bookshelf, take them out,
Is to tell fairy tales on paper.
Where you see, large fields are green;
The big pear flower is white;
A large area of rape blossoms, yellow, yellow hair bright!
In the clear pond,
The lotus leaf is next to the shoulder.
Ask the frogs to leave their songs.
Inside the pond, a group of gray-black tadpoles swam out, small and black.
My coloring book is an angel in the pond.
My colorful dreams, with flowers and songs of the four seasons,
In spring, pomegranate flowers bloom in the wind. ...
Nine styles of poetry in the sixth grade of primary school
No one has seen the wind,
Needless to say, you and me.
When the sand floated into my eyes,
I know the wind is causing trouble.
No one has seen the wind,
Needless to say, you and me.
When the newspaper rustles,
I know the lively wind is coming to read the newspaper.
No one has seen the wind,
Needless to say, you and me.
When the flowers are swaying everywhere,
I know the happy wind is coming to enjoy the flowers.
No one has seen the wind,
Needless to say, you and me.
When the hair floats,
I know the cunning wind is coming to comb my hair.
Who is flying?
Who is flying,
Who is flying,
It's a plane flying in the sky.
Flying from east to west,
Flying from north to south,
Fly faster and higher.
Who is flying,
Who is flying,
Kites fly in the sky.
Fly from right to left,
Fly from the bottom to the top,
Fly faster and better.
Who is flying,
Who is flying,
Thick ink flies.
Fly here,
Fly there,
Fly to everyone's heart.
Who is flying,
Who is flying,
It's my mind flying.
From dream to reality,
Flying from the earth to the moon,
Fly to the boundless world.
Poetry in the sixth grade of primary school 10 grew up.
In childhood
I feel that it takes a long time to grow up.
I even feel that I will never grow up.
then
Grow up slowly
Only then did I realize that I was actually growing every day.
I just can't feel it.
in fact
No one in the world is fully mature.
Because every day is growing.
What can we do?
Is to strive for progress.
Strive to grow up
Poetry for the sixth grade in primary school 1 1 sun and moon
You are like the sun,
Radiate around,
We are like the moon,
Influenced by you,
It also shines with bright moonlight.
The sun and the moon,
Seemingly unrelated,
But in fact,
We are arm in arm,
* * * Hold up a sky.