Children in second grade can also write their own poems.
I have sorted it out here, come and take a look!
1
I dare not in vain talk about the love my parents gave me,
I just feel that using all the Words
No words can make this heavy love
the most perfect confession...
That love is< /p>
When he was young, in order to prove whether he
was their biological child,
deliberately pretended to be asleep and kicked off the quilt
The father gently Walking over,
Tucked up by the corner of the quilt...
That love is
walking away from a foreign country and returning home
When mother strokes her hair
The most speechless care.
Her magical hands
can relieve all worries and grievances
Escape quickly...
I used to walk on the street with my mother,
I thought my mother would always be young
I was always a young man. The oldest child.
Until one day
My mother was called an old lady by a vendor,
I was stunned for a moment,
But I saw my mother's temples
had been dyed white by frost...
In fact,
the greatest sorrow in the world
That’s right
The son wants to be raised but his parents are not there...
Friends,
We should give our parents more care,
< p>Let us give our parents a little more love!二
After the storm, the sky is sunny,
Then,
Let us gently wipe away the remaining tears from the corners of our eyes,
raise our heads and move forward,
Sadness has become a thing of the past,
The future still needs We create with our heart,
Don’t linger on the past,
What is gone is lost
Don’t be brave,
Let the pain go Let them all drift away with the wind!
Three
.
Look at the morning light,
Look at the rising sun,
They are all witnesses of our new life.
In life,
there are too many passers-by,
one more and one less
all It doesn't matter,
What's important is our future,
It's our life,
.
Reorganize your soul,
Rebirth yourself,
Some things, some people
Always forget what should be forgotten,
Don’t miss it anymore, < /p>
When everyone has accomplished all this,
Then,
We are now,
We are the new us!
< p> 四A date for spring
You came as promised
You soothed the dry land in urban and rural areas
Moistens the words written by the poet
Poetry is dripping
Traveling through a period of human love
Lingering with you
A spring rain
Stuck into a storm
Even the poets said
A good rain knows the season
At this time, you can write Poetry and drinking
Using the imagery of Tang poetry and Song lyrics
Wash the body in March
In the Xiaoxiao spring rain
Soft and stiff from the winter Bones
I decided to turn green with the wheat in spring
Under the shower of warm sunshine
Slowly joint and grow< /p>