A short poem for students of grade 1 1
Good dad, what is a good dad?
A good father should be a sea of Wang Yang,
Embrace the river with both arms,
Let it also become a jumping wave.
A good father should be a blue sky,
Emit red light.
Let the birds fly freely,
Let Baiyun play happily.
A good father should be a fertile field,
Hold out colorful flowers,
Let the seedlings be nourished by the soil,
The fruit is fat and big.
A good father is a poem,
A good father is a painting,
A good father should hang on a tree.
A green fairy tale.
A short poem by students of grade 2 1
A beautiful legend is a Qingshui River.
Qingshuihe every spring
A song floated in.
Descendants of songs
It's Chang 'e in the Fairy Palace.
That song is like the wind.
Spread to everyone's heart
A short poem by a third-grade student
The sea fell asleep and the wind stopped.
Lang stopped laughing,
late night
The sea is asleep.
She holds the bright moon,
She has stars on her back,
That gentle tidal sound,
It's her snoring in bed.
The wind at sea
The wind on the sea is a flower god,
As soon as she arrived,
Ten thousand waves will bloom. ...
The wind on the sea is a pianist,
As soon as she arrived,
Only play 10 thousand songs ...
The wind on the sea is Hercules,
As soon as he comes,
Send away 10 thousand fishing sails ...
The wind on the sea is a lion,
As soon as it growls,
Just making waves. ...
Short poems for fourth and first grade students
Grateful Heart The moonlight is still there.
My heart is full of gratitude that is different from the past.
People or those
Things are still those
The blood in my heart is not.
Boiling boiling
Drinking boiled water is not enough.
Simple boiled water
Its taste
Everything about it.
You will understand.
People with love will understand
A caring and grateful person will do it.
My big family.
I love my big family.
Thanks to all those who are grateful and loving.
With you.
The world will bloom in fantastic colors.
With you.
The world will be filled with gratitude.
A short poem for students in grade 5 1
"Pomegranate" Pomegranate has blossomed.
Aunt Xia tied it.
A bright bow
Pomegranate fruit is ripe
It's Qiu's mother shaking it.
Harvest Kurenai Rin
A short poem by pupils in grade 6 1
"Teacher's Praise" You are a red candle burning with bright life.
How much blood and sweat, not seeking fame and history.
You spread the fire of wisdom with true feelings.
Just like the spring silkworm gave her lifelong loyalty,
Just like Dong Mei singing the song of early spring.
How many sleepless nights, how many times the lights are on,
In the long night, there is a figure at your desk.
Add China hair to the hair, and the three-foot platform laughs.
You shorten the distance between heart and heart with love.
You are the sunshine that melts the cold ice and snow,
You are the guide to lead people out of the maze of science.
Ah! Glorious teachers and hardworking gardeners!
The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently dedicating your selfless heart.
Ah! Glorious teachers and hardworking gardeners!
The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently dedicating your selfless heart.
A short poem by a seventh-grade pupil
"What is a good boy?" Every child,
Everyone wants to be a good boy,
Let adults boast:
"This child is really good!"
But what is a good boy?
How can people praise it?
Every little flower in the mountains,
Everything smells good. Are they beautiful?
On this issue,
How many children think,
Let's use a mirror,
Come and take a picture of yourself.