Because-
The sun is red,
The flowers are red,
I am a young pioneer,
Our team flag, red scarf,
It's also fiery red.
I like gold,
Because-
Rice is golden,
Harvest autumn is golden,
Our childhood is also golden.
Poetry in the first grade of primary school
I like snow-white colors,
Because-
The rabbit is white,
Winter is white,
Grandpa is a doctor,
Even his heart is white.
I like pink.
Because-
Lotus is pink,
Peach blossoms are pink,
Butterflies flying in peach blossoms
It is pink, too.
I like gold,
Because-
Sunlight is golden,
The rice fields are golden,
I am full of hope for the future,
My future
It's also gold.
I like grass green,
Because-
Nature is green,
My dream is grass green,
My life is like grass,
Perseverance!
So is my life.
Grass green.
I like colorful colors.
Because-
My dream is colorful.
The picture I draw is in color.
Only by working hard,
Life is also colorful.
Poetry 2: Thinking of the bright light at the foot of my bed, is there already frost? On a quiet night.
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Poetry 3: At the dawn of spring, I wake up easily in this spring morning, and birds are singing everywhere.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
Poem 4: Xiaochi's spring eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves sunny and soft.
The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.
Psalm 5: This family is called China. My home is near the Yangtze River, and yours is under the Great Wall.
Her home is in Alishan, and there are thousands of families in the southeast and northwest.
My family, yours and hers make up a happy family.
This family is called Zhonghua, and we are good dolls at home.
Poetry 6: The soul flies and longs for a piece of land.
Full of grass
Longing for a sky.
On the clear blue land.
Longing for a cloud
The blue sky is changeable
Longing for a sea.
This land is isolated from the world.
Longing for all this
Lying on the grass
Appreciate this cloud
forever ...
Psalm 7: Good baby, Daddy Ray, Baby Rain,
The scenery of the motherland is really wonderful;
Red flowers and green grass,
And smart babies.
Red scarf, floating on the chest,
Children should remember:
Love the motherland and the people,
It's a lovely baby.