Poetry suitable for the third grade of primary school

The following poems are suitable for reading in grade three for reference: 1 "This is everything", not all trees are broken by storms; Not all seeds can't find the soil to take root; Not all true feelings are lost in the desert of people's hearts, and not all dreams are willing to be broken. No, not everything, just like you said! Not all flames only burn themselves without illuminating others; Not all the stars only indicate the night and don't report the dawn; Not all songs, skip ears? Didn't leave it in my heart. No, not everything is like you said! Not all appeals went unanswered; Not all losses can't be compensated; Not all abyss is doomed; Not all destruction covers the weak; Not all hearts? You can step on the mud under your feet; Not all the consequences are tears and blood stains, not smiles. All the present breeds the future, and all the future grows in yesterday. Hope and fight for him, please put it all on your shoulders. 2. Wildflowers on the Hillside? Wildflowers are blooming, and flowers all over the mountains are facing the sky like spring lips. A teenager is singing. Who can hear the vague lyrics clearly? Wild flowers on the hillside, this small, broken color, seem to be fragments of time flowing out of cracks in spring, which is heartbreaking and even a little beautiful. Wild flowers in the sunshine and rain, on this mountain, have no regrets. Who has seen such a scene if he has no comfort in roaming? If his pain is getting lighter and lighter, who can face the wild flowers on this hillside calmly? The wind is blowing. The sound of the wind and the sun are intertwined. Who is not whipped by the whip of all things? The lost will disappear forever, and I will continue to travel on the earth. Who knows the secret of wild flowers? My tears will soon disappear, how can I come out? I don't know if I can. 3. "Believe in the future" When the cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove, when the smoke of ashes sighed with poverty, I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment and wrote with beautiful snowflakes: I believe that when my purple grapes turn into dew in the late autumn of the future, when my flowers snuggle up to other people's feelings, I still stubbornly write on the desolate land with frosted vines: I believe that I will open the sky with my hands in the future. I want to use that warm and beautiful hand holding the sun, shaking the pen of dawn, and writing with a child's pen: I firmly believe that the future is the eyes of people who believe in the future. She has eyelashes that brush away the dust of history, and she has pupils that can see through the chapters of the years. No matter people are worried about our rotting bodies, those lost sorrows and the pain of failure, they are moved to tears and deeply sympathize. Or with a contemptuous smile and bitter ridicule. I firmly believe that people will give warm, objective and fair comments on our backbone, countless explorations, lost ways, failures and successes. Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their evaluation friends, firmly believe in the future, indomitable efforts, youth who overcomes death, the future and love life. 4. The morning wind on campus took away the snoring at night. Big sister walked into the campus with her schoolbag on her back, talking and laughing with her classmates. Eldest brother ran into the campus, holding a snack in his hand and eating it with relish. Pupils skipped into the campus, carrying colorful schoolbags and playing games with their classmates. Beautiful class music sounded, just like an oriole singing. The students entered the classroom in an orderly way, and the campus echoed with the sound of reading. The teacher hurried into the classroom, with thick handouts in his hand, which brought rich knowledge to the students and a new day began. 5. "Teacher's Smile" A teacher's smile is a sail in the wind. Without wind, there is no boat to sail. Without dew, there is no reflection of sunlight. The teacher's smile is the candy in the students' hearts. Without sugar, there is no sweetness in the export. A teacher's smile is a kite in a dream. Without dreams, there would be no kite flying so high and so far. Skills of expanding reading materials 1. First, avoid "affectation". Poetry reading, like other reading methods, should be natural and must not be influenced. 2. Although the emotion of poetry is stronger than other styles, it still comes from the heart. To memorize a poem well, we must first read it carefully and understand the author's feelings. Then, try to arouse * * * and make your feelings close to the author's feelings. Only in this way can our recitation successfully reproduce the author's emotions. The audience will sound "natural". 3. If the reader doesn't understand the author's emotion but only "estimates" the author's emotion, it is easy to lose proper limit. Without an internal emotional foundation, only relying on skills to support, the audience will inevitably feel "influenced". In fact, the most important thing is confidence. "Campus Morning" wind took away the snoring at night, and the campus woke up from a sweet dream. The morning breeze brushed her eyes and the quiet campus suddenly became lively. Big sister walked into the campus with her schoolbag on her back, talking and laughing with her classmates. Eldest brother ran into the campus, holding a snack in his hand and eating it with relish. Pupils skipped into the campus, carrying colorful schoolbags and playing games with their classmates. Beautiful class music sounded, just like an oriole singing. The students entered the classroom in an orderly way, and the campus echoed with the sound of reading. The teacher hurried into the classroom, holding thick handouts, which brought rich knowledge to the students, and a new day began? "Teacher's smile" A teacher's smile is a sail in the wind. Without the wind, there would be no ship sailing. Without dew, there would be no reflected colorful sunshine. The teacher's smile is the candy in the students' hearts. Without sugar, there is no sweetness in the export. A teacher's smile is a kite in a dream. Without dreams, there would be no kite flying so high and so far. "Motherly Love" When I was a child, my mother's love was hidden in my arms, so warm that people wanted to hold it. After school. Mother's love is hidden in the schoolbag, carrying it, heavy. After leaving home, my mother's love was hidden in the photo, watching and laughing. Ah! Mother's love. You are everywhere, right beside me. Clear autumn, unlike spring, there is no hot summer, the golden wind is soft and the drizzle is gentle. Even the grass and moss in the quiet corner are as quiet as a quiet woman. At the moment, I saw an elegant young man in a golden suit, slightly lonely, pacing in the richly gilded garden. It seems that waiting has quietly become the theme of his life. Many years have passed, and he is still the gentle and considerate cousin Rong Ruo. The difference is that since he separated from cousin Huier, he has learned what it means to miss the world and what it means to be in love. How many sleepless nights, he dipped in the moonlight and turned his flowing thoughts into cold words, but why is there so much in his heart that he can express it in a few words? Finally, a beautiful image came into view, like a cool rain, falling in his dry heart, and the unprecedented pleasure made him aftertaste for life. "There is nothing to say when we meet, and a hibiscus brings autumn rain." I haven't seen her for a few years, but my cousin has become more beautiful, refined and gentle, just like the graceful lotus on the Bibo River, which makes people feel pity. You don't say anything, I don't say anything, but they are affectionate and close to each other. Silent night thinking,