Primary school students' poetry reading manuscript (1)
lilac
Stand on tiptoe,
Walking into the quiet yard,
We put a clove,
Plant it in the teacher's window.
Teacher, teacher,
Let its green branches and leaves,
Put your hand in your window,
Stay with you every night.
Teacher?
Green leaves rustle in the wind,
That was when we were in song for you,
Help you get rid of the fatigue of the day.
Teacher?
A tree full of flowers,
That's our smiling face,
Thank you for always supporting us.
It's late at night, and the stars are sleepy and blink.
Teacher, have a rest,
Let the flowers float into your dreams,
That dream must be sweet and fragrant.
Primary School Students' Poetry Recitation Draft (II)
I am proud, I come from China!
Author: Wang Huairang
Among countless blue eyes and brown eyes,
I have a pair of black eyes like jewels.
I am proud, I come from China!
Among countless white skin and black skin,
My skin is as yellow as the earth,
I am proud, I come from China!
I'm from China?
The Loess Plateau is my chest,
The flowing water of the Yellow River is my boiling blood;
The Great Wall is my raised arm,
Mount Tai is my heel.
I'm from China.
My ancestors walked out of the forest for the first time.
My ancestors started farming first.
I am a descendant of the compass and printing.
I am a descendant of pi and seismograph.
In my country,
There are not only immortals in history.
Keywords Confucius, Sima Qian, Li Zicheng, Sun Yat-sen,
And immortality in the history of literature
Hua Mulan, Lin Daiyu, the Monkey King, Lu.
I am proud that I am from China!
I'm from China.
My voice is as rough as the Yellow River,
Not only in the United Nations building,
Speak out China's comments,
Also at the Olympic Games,
Shouting? China scored? .
When applause sent the flag of China to the blue sky,
I wish I were from China!
I'm from China.
My huge arms are like the Great Wall,
Not only the drill pipe of the diamond oil production machine
Predict that the center of the earth can't hit oil,
Send communication satellites to our ancestors.
White clouds that I have never seen in my dream.
When the five oceans listen to the voice of the East,
I am proud, I come from China.
I'm from China.
I am a descendant of the murals in Mogao Grottoes.
Let the flying murals be with us.
I'm Tian Fei,
Flying is us.
I am proud, I come from China!
Primary School Poetry Recitation Draft (3)
Spring is coming
Spring is coming
Picture scroll of spring
Silently,
Spring is coming ...
That wind,
Soft,
Warm and cold face;
Rain,
Bright sky,
Moisturize dry and cold hair tips;
Do you see it?
Fields, mountains and rivers,
Take off your rotten clothes in winter,
Put on a bright yellow new dress,
Welcome the spring smile happily;
Affectionate sky,
Covered with a gray veil,
Shyly express attachment to spring. ...
And, and,
Birds are playing in the warm river,
Whispering swallows fly obliquely,
Singing their own hymns endlessly ... huh?
This passionate spring!
This charming spring!
With the brush in your hand,
Dipped in this thick spring scenery,
With this surging spring tide,
Described a magnificent Chinese New Year scrolls, one after another "Ode to shenzhou spaceship", which made the whole family excited.
Grandparents said:
Yang Liwei's Space Success
This means that China will take off,
Mom and dad said:
Our country is implementing it
The "Chang 'e Project" to the Moon!
I said, when I grow up,
I want to apply for an astronaut,
Fly into space,
Celebrate with friends from the International Space Station! By then, I will be in the sky.
Sing "Dongfanghong" to my grandparents, and I will play "The Story of Spring".
Sing to mom and dad from space.
By then, I will write a song.
The latest and most beautiful poem,
Recite to the sun,
For the moon, for the stars?
Recite to the Yangtze River,
To the Yellow River and the Great Wall?
Recite to our dear motherland,
Every Kobanawa, every window lattice!
Ah, National Day greetings,
Bless national day,
Brought out all the innocence,
Weave a rainbow,
Our beautiful dreams are tied to the rainbow, and our innocence is written on the rainbow.
Deep feeling?
Motherland, soaring motherland,
Your frequent good news
Urging us to grow up quickly,
Look at thousands of red scarves.
Spread its burning wings,
Welcome the bright dawn tomorrow!
Gardener's praise
Someone wrote a song,
But she never sang it herself,
She is willing to make a beautiful note,
Rippling in the ocean of happiness. Someone dug a river,
But she didn't appreciate it herself,
She is willing to be a strong mother,
Live with a running river. She wanted to say her name,
She shook my hand.
She is willing to make an ordinary candle,
Light and heat are quietly released in the world. Winter goes and spring comes,
When everything comes back to life,
She kept plowing,
Sow the hope of the motherland,
Sow people's food!
Spring is coming
Spring is coming
Picture scroll of spring
Silently,
Spring is coming ...
That wind,
Soft,
Warm and cold face;
Rain,
Bright sky,
Moisturize dry and cold hair tips;
Do you see it?
Fields, mountains and rivers,
Take off your rotten clothes in winter,
Put on a bright yellow new dress,
Welcome the spring smile happily;
Affectionate sky,
Covered with a gray veil,
Shyly express attachment to spring. ...
And, and,
Birds are playing in the warm river,
Whispering swallows fly obliquely,
Singing their own hymns endlessly ... huh?
This passionate spring!
This charming spring!
With the brush in your hand,
Dipped in this thick spring scenery,
With this surging spring tide,
Described a magnificent Chinese New Year scrolls, one after another "Ode to shenzhou spaceship", which made the whole family excited.
Grandparents said:
Yang Liwei's Space Success
This means that China will take off,
Mom and dad said:
Our country is implementing it
The "Chang 'e Project" to the Moon!
I said, when I grow up,
I want to apply for an astronaut,
Fly into space,
Celebrate with friends from the International Space Station! By then, I will be in the sky.
Sing "Dongfanghong" to my grandparents, and I will play "The Story of Spring".
Sing to mom and dad from space.
By then, I will write a song.
The latest and most beautiful poem,
Recite to the sun,
For the moon, for the stars?
Recite to the Yangtze River,
To the Yellow River and the Great Wall?
Recite to our dear motherland,
Every Kobanawa, every window lattice!
Ah, National Day greetings,
Bless national day,
Brought out all the innocence,
Weave a rainbow,
Our beautiful dreams are tied to the rainbow, and our innocence is written on the rainbow.
Deep feeling?
Motherland, soaring motherland,
Your frequent good news
Urging us to grow up quickly,
Look at thousands of red scarves.
Spread its burning wings,
Welcome the bright dawn tomorrow!
Gardener's praise
Someone wrote a song,
But she never sang it herself,
She is willing to make a beautiful note,
Rippling in the ocean of happiness. Someone dug a river,
But she didn't appreciate it herself,
She is willing to be a strong mother,
Live with a running river. She wanted to say her name,
She shook my hand.
She is willing to make an ordinary candle,
Light and heat are quietly released in the world. Winter goes and spring comes,
When everything comes back to life,
She kept plowing,
Sow the hope of the motherland,
Sow people's food!