1 Have you ever seen flowers dance?
Is so enchanting.
Have you heard the laughter of flowers?
It's fascinating
Have you ever participated in Song of Flowers?
Pursuing the sweet melody of childhood.
Whether it's lily of the valley or lavender
Beautiful flowers surround us.
Yellow roses are eternal smiles.
Black cherry is noble and weak.
Let these beautiful flowers bring happiness.
June 1 day poetry reading, praise for you in 2000,
I can't write about my children's feelings,
I am your hope,
Is the original dream of life.
Sweet milk feeds me,
Enjoy the sunshine in your arms,
Toddle until you are full of heroism,
It embodies your will.
The journey didn't go far,
What I see is that you are crying,
My mother's love grew with me,
It's my life's shelter.
Why is the sun so bright when reading poetry on June 1?
Why are the flowers on June 1st so fragrant?
Why is the red scarf on June 1st so bright?
Why are children so happy on June 1st? You know, he knows, everyone knows.
The festival of teenagers all over the world is coming, and the most childish festival in the world is now.
Why are the songs on June 1st so nice?
Why is the dance on June 1st so sentimental?
Why is the story of June 1st so attractive?
You know, he knows, and everyone knows why the rally in June 1 day is so festive.
Songs and dances, stories and parties express children's happiness. Today's seedlings will surely grow into towering trees.
We are young eagles out of the nest, and tomorrow we will fly very high. We are budding flowers, and tomorrow will be colorful and charming.
We are who we are, and the red scarf burns on our chest.
Please see that tomorrow we will climb mountains and mountains, stir rivers, hold up the modern motherland and fly to the golden goal.
June 1st is lovely. Are these children beautiful or not? The poor child's mother must have the most stories.
The poor child's mother must have the greatest expectation for all these loveliness.
No matter how shabby your clothes are, you still feel indispensable among your friends.
Love Mom and Love Her Story
Love your mother. Look at her. She looked at your shabby clothes. She wants to cry because of your shabby clothes.
Laugh happily and love mom, because mom is as lovely as your June 1st poem-dedicated to happy children.
In the morning, we released a flock of white pigeons. We released a flock of white pigeons in the early morning of Children's Day.
The morning glow of the rising sun flies high in the air through countless transparent pigeons.
All our blessings, ideals, hopes and aspirations!
A pigeon whistle sounded over the campus where the five-star red flag Ran Ran rose.
We bowed to the solemn national flag, which was dyed red by the blood and life of outstanding Chinese sons and daughters.
It also won the belief that a nation and a country should have sovereignty and respect the motherland above all else.
The fiery red soul of the Chinese nation, deeply embedded in the red scarf in our hearts, has been reborn.
Strings of singing white clouds swim in the clear sky of Wan Li, and we grow up in the warm embrace of our motherland like small trees, seedlings and flowers.
In the bright classroom, we learn the nutrition of knowledge. In the lively playground, we let go of our childhood feelings in a strange network.
We try our best to practice our high-tech skills in childish fantasies.
We boarded Venus and Mercury again and again, and our festive flowers, colorful flags and beautiful balloons laughed and laughed.
We are happy, but we are more willing to weave our smiling faces like flowers into a huge garland, which will be held by children all over the world.
Let's say goodbye to poverty, war, discrimination and all evil.
Create a highly civilized global village on this blue planet.
In the early morning of Children's Day, we let a group of white pigeons fly all over the world with our childish declaration and fly to the future time and space.
June 1 poetry recital 4 my June 1 wish
"June 1 is coming!" Everyone cheered.
Presumably, everyone has their own wishes.
I want to have toys and books.
But this is not my wish.
but
Give your family a happy surprise.
I think at the end of the semester
Let the knowledge in the brain fill the nib.
Give play to my specialty.
Let them jump to "paper"
Become the ladder for me to get the first place.
Let me go up step by step.
Knowledge is gradually increasing.
Expand your horizons step by step.
Speed up. I won the first place.
Let me go home happily.
Share happiness with your family.
Let it fill the room
Let it fill my heart with my family.
Ah, my June 1 wish
June 1 day poetry reading 5 maternal love,
Winter is boiled water.
Although colorless and tasteless,
But it warms people's hearts.
Mother's love,
This is the school charge.
Go ahead and nag,
But it sounds comfortable.
Mother's love,
Whether it is going to school or waiting hard.
Although dressed in plain clothes,
But I recognized it at a glance.
Mother's love,
Whether it's illness or yelling.
Although it seems cruel,
But it hurts.
Mother's love,
This is a warning when it's cold,
Although the surface is annoying,
But full of care.
At this moment,
Mom is right outside the window.
And I,
The only thing I can do is,
Writing,
My love for my mother.
When children recite six children's poems on June 1st, every day is spent in carefree and happy songs.
When I was a child, I often played games happily.
When I was a child, every night gradually passed in Andersen's fairy tales.
It took a long time to fight with friends when I was a child.
When I was a child, I used to count the stars with my neighbor's sister at night.
When I was a child, I carved it in grandma's beautiful nursery rhymes.
Gradually, I grew up and became a teenager. ......
When I was a teenager, I spent every day in six or seven classes.
When I was a teenager, I always slipped away from a mountain of homework.
When I was a teenager, I spent every night in the mechanical sound of the repeater.
As a teenager, I was educated by my parents in walk on by.
When I was a teenager, I spent the evening in my mother's endless nagging.
When I was a teenager, I gradually passed away in endless exams.
One day in the future, I will walk out of youth and enter youth. ......
We live in our own world,
A world too small for you,
Even with both hands and feet
Bend down and you can't get in.
Adult excuses.
Even if you use an analytical eye
To explore, to peep,
With a happy expression
Eavesdropping all our conversations,
You still can't find the center,
There, we dance, we play,
Life is still sleeping,
Under that closed flower,
Under the smooth eggshell,
The egg in the cup-shaped nest,
Laugh at your more distant heaven
Fade the blues.
On June 1 ST, poetry reading traveled through the sun for eight days.
Good morning, little sun,
The teacher takes you to school.
Beep, beep,
Laughing happily, I got on Sun's car.
Laugh red, laugh at Xia Hong,
The morning glow floats all the way.
Good afternoon, little sun,
The teacher takes you home.
Beep, beep,
The sun waved and smiled happily.
Laugh red in the face, laugh red in the song,
The song floated all the way.
Code of civilization
Give me a good horse.
You can run to the end of the world
Give me a partner.
We will be a happy family.
Give me a Chinese character
I can evolve poetry and painting.
Ah, the ancient China script.
Ah, the magic code of civilization
Give me a fertile soil.
You can grow crops.
Give me a bowl of water.
Can raise a lot of fish and shrimp.
Hold me tight.
I can write flowers.
Ah, splendid China culture.
Ah, the magic code of civilization
Where is heaven?
The hillside is warm.
The ego lying on the hillside.
Put your hands behind your head.
Looking at the blue sky for a long time
A gust of wind blew and blew.
One cloud after another is floating around.
I just can't see the beautiful paradise.
This is a deliberately deceptive legend.
Or is God merciful enough to lie?
Small flowers are especially fragrant.
The ego lying in the flowers.
Put your hands behind your head.
Looking at the blue sky for a long time
Birds fly one after another.
Rows of geese are singing.
Still can't find mom's face.
It's mom who is too tired.
Or did mom forget me?
(Whoops-where is heaven?
Woo-where's mom)
There is no heaven in the sky.
There are only dreams in the sky.
Mom is not far away.
Mom is in my heart.
I grew up with you.
You are a galloping horse on the grassland.
You are the magnificent sunrise on the horizon.
You are a beautiful spray in the sea.
You are my dream girl, Yuen Long.
I grew up with you.
Gave you a warm home.
I grew up with you.
I planted a lifelong concern.
I grew up with you.
Have dinner and tea together.
I grew up with you.
Practice the piano with you and teach you to draw.
I grew up with you.
Take you around the world
I grew up with you.
Try to be a good father.
May you be happy.
Take root in your heart.
Let peace and health
Spend every spring, summer, autumn and winter with you
6 1 poetry reading 9 maternal love,
Wake you up like an alarm clock,
And a delicious breakfast.
Mother's love,
Like warm gloves in winter,
And warm sweaters.
Mother's love,
Like that kind of care,
And those tired eyes.
Mother's love,
When you are sad,
Comfort you and care about you.
Mother's love,
When you do well in the exam,
Please be careful, don't be proud.
Mother's love,
Debt that you can't pay back,
Then, you should be filial to your mother,
Repay your mother for raising you.
June 1 day, 10 in the noisy days of flowers.
June bid farewell to the season of spring breeze.
Clear and transparent
The opening of pure mind
Jade curtains slowly opened.
Little angel with makeup on the stage
Let the baby talk in detail.
The tree is full of brilliant stories.
The sky is as blue as water.
Who used a wet red handkerchief?
Cover your excited eyes.
1 1: Dear teachers and students! Good evening everyone.
Woman: Accompanied by the fragrance of flowers and dressed in festive costumes, "June 1st", a festival belonging to us, has come to our side again.
W: On this happy and beautiful day, leaders at all levels and from all walks of life meet with us with care and hope.
Woman: We Young Pioneers extend our sincere thanks and high respect to you!
Qihu: Thank you, Grandpa, Grandma, Uncle and Aunt.
M: I wish grandpa, grandma, uncle and aunt good health and all the best!
Hu Qi: I wish grandpa, grandma, uncle and aunt good health and all the best!
W: The first item of the meeting is. The young pioneers presented the leaders with red scarves. (Playing the March)
M: The second activity was held at the conference. The Young Pioneers sang the team song of Chinese Young Pioneers.
W: The meeting went on to the third item: XX leaders gave us holiday gifts, so let's use warm ones.
Applause thanks to grandparents, uncles and aunts for their concern and teaching!
M: The meeting went on to the fourth item: Grandpa XX is invited to speak.
Female: The conference will proceed to the fifth item: * * Primary school celebrates "June 1st" poem.
The recitation class begins now.
M: There is a festival in June.
Woman: In our eyes, it is a fresh apple;
Man: It collects the color of the sun and sucks the juice of the earth.
W: Cut it open and let honey drip into our hearts.
M: There is a festival in June.
Woman: in our eyes, it is just a bird;
Man: Birds sing and fill the glass.
Woman: Give it to us quickly and let us drink this fresh happiness.
M: Please listen to the poetry recitation of all the students in Grade Five.
Continue to preside
Reading program.
Conclusion: June is a holiday for all of us, and June 1 is our happiest day! Thanks to the classmates and friends who watched today's party. See you next year!
Children's poetry reading 12
Not your child.
But life longs for its children.
They came through you.
But not from you.
Although they are with you, they don't belong to you.
You can give them love.
But you can't give them ideas.
Because they have their own ideas.
You can protect their bodies.
But they can't hide their souls.
Because their souls live in the house tomorrow.
That's beyond your wildest dreams.
You can try to imitate them.
But you can't make them like you.
Because life does not go backwards.
Don't stay in yesterday.
You are bows, and your children are arrows of life on strings.
The shooter locked the target at infinity.
Fill you with divine power
Let his arrow shoot fast and far.
Let you bend into happiness in the hands of archers.
13 male: Grassland is the broad embrace of Mother Earth.
Woman: The forest is the beautiful coat of Mother Earth.
Man: The lake is the bright eyes of Mother Earth.
Woman: The ridge is the curved eyebrows of Mother Earth.
He: Mother Earth is a loving mother.
We read and draw in her cradle and grow up day by day.
Man: It is said that there lived a grandmother in the distant moon palace.
She knows everything about the world.
W: Then she must know our happiness and troubles.
Happiness makes our life better and better.
W: Worry makes Mother Earth get older and older.
M: I want to be a filial child.
Let Mother Earth be young,
Make Mother Earth laugh.
Woman: Now, although I am still young,
However, my ambition is very high, very high.
M: I want to wash the dust off my face for Mother Earth.
W: I want to put on some makeup for Mother Earth.
M: I want to wash the stain from my eyes for Mother Earth.
I want to wear beautiful green clothes for Mother Earth.
H: stars! Everyone says that what they wish for you can come true.
So, can you hear our wishes?
We should grow up quickly,
When Mother Earth grows up, be her bodyguard.
Keep her away from air pollution and garbage.
Female: Let her have a broad embrace and a beautiful coat;
M: Let her have bright eyes and curved eyebrows;
Woman: Let her be healthy forever, beautiful forever and never old!
Let her be healthy forever, beautiful forever and never old!
14 There will be a very hot evening in the poetry reading.
I woke up from a dream,
Mom is giving me a fan,
Sweat soaked her clothes.
Ah! Motherly love is a cool wind.
It was a cold rainy day,
Mom picked me up from school,
An umbrella covered my head,
The rain hit my mother.
Ah, maternal love is an umbrella to keep out the rain.
Once I got sick,
My mother took me to the hospital.
Touching my hot forehead,
Mother cried anxiously.
Ah, maternal love is a tear.
One day, I broke the thermos,
Lying to mom again,
My mother's criticism made me blush,
I dare not look up into her eyes.
Ah, maternal love is a reproachful look.
Once the teacher asked to use the word "most" to make a sentence.
I said, "I love my mother the most."
My mother told me, "What we should love most is our motherland.
The motherland is the mother of all of us. "
15 female: leaders,
Man: Grandpa,
Woman: Grandma,
Man: Uncle,
Woman: Aunt,
Teachers and students: Hello everyone!
W: In June, the climate is pleasant and flowers are in full bloom.
M: In June, the grass grows and the warblers fly and are full of vitality.
Woman: With the fragrance of flowers, dressed in festive costumes,
Man: "June 1st", a festival that belongs to us, has come to us again.
On this happy and beautiful day,
M: Leaders at all levels and from all walks of life are meeting with us with care and hope.
Woman: We Young Pioneers extend our sincere thanks and high respect to you!
Qihu: Thank you, Grandpa, Grandma, Uncle and Aunt.
M: I wish grandpa, grandma, uncle and aunt good health and all the best!
Hu Qi: I wish grandpa, grandma, uncle and aunt good health and all the best!
W: The first item of the meeting is. The young pioneers presented the leaders with red scarves. (Playing the March)
M: The second activity was held at the conference. The Young Pioneers sang the team song of Chinese Young Pioneers.
W: The meeting went on to the third item: the city leaders gave us holiday gifts, so let's use warm ones.
Applause thanks to grandparents, uncles and aunts for their care and love!
M: The meeting went on to the fourth item: Please invite grandpa of the municipal party committee to speak.
Woman: The conference went to the fifth item: * * Primary school celebrated "June 1st" and "I am a qualified citizen".
The recitation class begins now.
M: There is a festival in June.
Woman: In our eyes, it is a fresh apple;
Man: It collects the color of the sun and sucks the juice of the earth.
W: Cut it open and let honey drip into our hearts.
M: There is a festival in June.
Woman: in our eyes, it is just a bird;
Man: Birds sing and fill the glass.
Woman: Give it to us quickly and let us drink this fresh happiness.
M: Please listen to the poems of all the students in Grade Five and recite the flowers in June.
A: There is always a moment when people are excited.
B: There will always be a moment when people will cry.
This is what happens when the national anthem is played and the national flag is raised.
A: When we look up at the five-star red flag,
B: I have blood boiling in my heart;
A: The interests of the people are above everything else.
B: swear to the national flag with our sincere childlike innocence.
We will always follow the party.
Please listen to the poems recited by all the boys in grade four.