Does anyone have a poem praising Children’s Day?

The song of "June 1"

The sun of "June 1"

Why is it so brilliant?

"June 1" flowers

Why are they so fragrant?

The red scarf of "June 1"

Why is it so bright?

The children of "June 1"

Why are they so happy...

You know, he knows,

Everyone knows.

The youngest holiday in the world

has arrived,

The most innocent holiday in the world

is now.

The singing of "June 1"

Why is it so beautiful?

"June 1st" dance

Why is it so passionate?

The story of "June 1st"

Why is it so fascinating?

The "June 1st" rally

Why is it so jubilant...

You know it, he knows it,

Everyone knows it.

Songs, dances, stories, and gatherings

Express children’s happiness.

Today’s seedlings will surely grow into towering trees.

We are little eagles leaving the nest,

tomorrow we will fly very high.

We are little flowers in bud,

Tomorrow will be colorful and extraordinarily enchanting.

We are who we are,

The red scarf is burning on the chest.

Please look at tomorrow

We will lift the mountains, lift the rivers,

hold up the modern motherland,

fly to the golden The goal...

Children’s Day

4 poems

1

[花bud]

The park is colorful

The flowers are blooming

It’s so beautiful

There are children in every gentle smile

Shadow

2

[Wings]

That little heart with wings

I wish I could fly to space

Because

the stars in the sky at night

wink and attract people

want to pick a full basket

a basket of flowers

To teachers and children

3

[Excited eyes]

In the days of bustling flowers

Six The moon bids farewell to the season of spring breeze

The crystal clear

The pure heart blooms cautiously

The emerald green curtain slowly opens

The little angel with heavy makeup on the stage

Babbling and telling in detail

The trees are full of colorful stories

The sky is as blue as water< /p>

Who covered his excited eyes with a moist red handkerchief

4

The park on Qilu Children’s Day

The flowers are blooming and the laughter is sweet,

The fragrance of June is blowing on my face.

Pairs of white ducks swim in the clear water,

Pairs of wooden oars paddle a boat.

Chang'e envied Children's Day,

Weaver Girl thought she was too lazy to be a fairy.

Dare I ask who is the master of Yaotai?

The new buds bloom in childhood.