Primary school students' poetry recitation teaching plan

For three simple rainy nights, the local toads didn't stop. They are as happy as a group of country boys, throwing stones at your open window and crying while having a water fight. You sit quietly with a puddle surrounded by reeds in your heart. On the evening of June 22nd, 2007, my daughter drew an irregular ellipse and several vivid wavy lines. Small pond, bright home! My father is a green reed and my mother is a red lotus. Hey, what am I supposed to be? By the way, by the way, I am a happy little white duck! On the night of June 22, 2007, in the summer night, listening in the grass nest or mud-how wonderful the serenade is! The moon glides through the clouds, the water flows under the stones, and it is blue and cool from the heart to the outside. All night, you stood by the water, like a young reed, stroking the strings in your heart with your green fingers. Although I am smart, it is really hard for me to say so.