I'm in grade five. If I choose poems for the June 1st performance, please provide them.

Well, I'm in grade five, too. But children's day is prepared so early. . . Let me help sort it out.

One,

Children]

We are the rising sun in Ran Ran,

Tomorrow my heart will be higher than the sky,

Today we are a trickle,

Tomorrow will become a big river,

Roar and Roar Today, we are young eagles leaving the nest.

It will fly high tomorrow.

Today we are flowers in bud,

Tomorrow will be colorful,

Especially enchanting.

We are who we are,

The red scarf burns on the chest.

Please see you tomorrow.

We will lift this mountain,

Stir the river,

Hold up the modern motherland,

Fly to the golden goal ...

Second,

Poem dedicated to Children's Day on June 1st]

Buds are your years.

Wrapped in green leaves

Jiao zhi jiao

Like a smile in my sleep.

Spring is your festival.

Singing is full of your schoolbag.

Just take out a song and say it.

Jump, jump

Prosperity is your waiting.

When you can control the world.

Colorful dreams

Will come true with your creation.

Ah, you are the earliest festival of mankind.

It is also the most permanent expectation of mankind.

You are the earliest enlightenment of mankind.

This is the greatest hope of mankind.

Third,

I think]

I want to put my eyes

Riding on the white clouds.

Look at those beautiful clouds.

Look! Listen-

The beautiful scenery brought me into a wonderful fantasy!

I want to put my ears

Put it on the fish.

Listen to the fish whisper,

Listen to the sound of the sea!

Listen! Listen-

The sea is the hometown of fish.

I want to put my nose

In the bud.

Smelling the flowers,

Enjoy this wonderful time.

Smell, smell-

The fragrance brought me into a sweet dream.

Fourth,

Beautiful four seasons

Spring is the spirit that opens dreams.

Gently, quietly

With the first rain.

Wandering in all directions

Bring a new concept of green.

An indispensable thing in life.

Summer is an angel who feels hope.

Beautiful and magical.

With the blooming of white flowers

Butterfly's stay

Sing briskly

Like a paradise on earth

Autumn is a magician who transforms the natural atmosphere.

Gorgeous and changeable personality

It is the most beautiful symbol of autumn.

Every fallen leaf

It is a miracle of nature.

hymn to life

Winter is a charming snow girl.

There is freshness in purity.

Snowflakes are falling.

It is the colorful silk that Snow Girl dances lightly.

This is a romantic fly.

Is the dawn of a new life.

Five,

Childhood dream

This is an old homespun with paint.

Friction in the long river of memory

Wash out a string of colorful stories

Clean up a chaotic life

Whitening years make adults' smiles hard.

A child's dream

Perched on a branch

I used to drive cattle on the threshing floor.

Find a rope to tie May up.

I once carried a wet reminder.

Laughing barefoot in summer

Step winter into the mud.

The heavy years that I once chased.

-New schoolbags and new clothes

Show off to your friends.

Then, a pair of red and swollen hands

Want to stick happiness on adults' eyebrows forever

I want to grow a mature face soon. ...

Childhood dream!

Soap bubbles are universal.

Break and strike

Blow and break.

Finally, I am warm in the arms of adults.

Listen and collect all kinds of bird songs.

Grow wings

Longing for the sky

Think more.

Return to childhood dreams

in enchanted garden

That clump of grass

Blooming flowers

Especially happy in the kingdom of freedom.

Summer night

mellow moonlight

Reflects the roads and villages.

in corners

Under the tree

The little shadow of Catcatcher flickered deftly.

Elegant laughter

Naive call

Wandering in the distance of the night for a long time

Ten nights and a hundred nights.

I don't know what pain is.

Although it is dawn now.

Than break up like a wet blanket.

golden childhood

How desirable

Keep it simple.

A little less sad

And so naive.

So arrogant again.

I will always remember such a beautiful smiling face.

I can always think of that ugly cry.

childhood

Beautiful dream

It's just a short time.

Who doesn't care about the past time?

Sprinkle a few drops of sad yellow soup

Who doesn't want to call back?

Childhood dreams.

Six,

The dream of flying in summer, the silk tapestry of willow trees stretches gently.

Ripple daydreams on the water.

Push into my heart

In (someone's) dream

The reverie of shaking the sun

Finally have the wings of dreams.

exist

A new moon

In the overflowing Yin Hui.

Accompanied by bursts of frogs.

I gently close my happy eyes.

Hold up a sweet dream

Open hands

Let my dream stay in the night sky.

Fly freely

Sow the seeds of my hope

Scattered in the beautiful starry sky

Flowers that fascinate me

As delicate as fire

Light up the romantic atmosphere at night

Make the star jealous

Make the moon pale.

Standing on the edge of the village where the smoke is curling.

I let go of my dream without hesitation.

Let cooking smoke be the coordinate of my feelings.

Seek a safe landing site for your dreams.

On the banks of the happy river

I can't help flying my dream.

Let the little song flow witness.

Provide inspiration for dreams.

I want to fly my dream.

Awaken the sleeping feelings

Let the lost youth

Won't leave too many regrets.

I can also use dreams.

To decorate the space of the soul

Let love stay in my long-awaited heart forever.

Let your dreams fly

I will ignite the hope of love with passion.

Let the fiery red roses decorate the emotional starry sky

Flying-my dream. If you need anything else, you can help me find it. If poetry recitation needs accompaniment, I recommend some. Bandari Light Music: Paradise on Earth, Sunset Valley, Piano Music: Fountain, the imprint of rain, memories of summer and childhood. Thank you!