Primary school students' initiation poems

Primary school students' poems about growth are as follows:

Growing up in the sun, the fog is dancing lightly, and everything is fresh and clear. With a distant Dai crooned. Looking at the breeze, the sun climbed up the back of the mountain. Make the earth bright and bright, and cage it lightly on the tops of trees and grass leaves. The blue sky in Wan Li is like a piece of Wang Yang, which has been rubbed by the sun. Flowers and plants bathed in the sun are also shining with bright light.

The warm sunshine is flowing, covering the earth with gorgeous clothes. Grass grows happily on your chest. The flowers snuggle in your arms and give off their fragrance to the fullest. Sunshine gives people wings, and cheerful laughter ripples in the breeze. Birds show off their clear voices and send joy into people's hearts. Fish are playing with fishing nets and flying happily in a beautiful paradise.

In autumn, when we were growing up, we harvested the sunset on the other side and sprinkled every piece of rubble. Toona sinensis shook off a piece of engagement, the finger wearing a diamond ring suffered from rheumatism, and corn stalks were stuffed into the stove mouth one by one.

The magpie leaves the nest in a posture, the old cow at the entrance of the village is still ruminating lonely, the story drips from the grinding eyes, the high-heeled boots are deformed while walking, autumn comes into view, and a full moon reflects your shadow.

Whose milk name is like a nursery rhyme, a bunch of grapes disappear from my world, the pulley is still wrapped in hemp rope, and a pot of dry cigarettes has no energy. I'm waiting for the corner of the ancient city wall where my skin falls off, covering my forehead from my ears during the peeping season.

Break the earthworm's waist with a shovel and count the days. The shelves are full of moon cakes, which roll from throat to heart. I wandered in a strange city and witnessed the tranquility of the coming starry sky in Daichi Sumeragi. When snoring came from the broken door, we were growing up in mellow homesickness.