Put out the winter;
When the apricot blossoms are in full bloom,
Burning spring.
The flowers awakened Miss Chun,
Let her open her sleeping eyes;
Miss Chun woke up the little animals.
Let small animals play freely.
Miss Chun picked up the brush,
Paint the flowers red;
Miss Chun picked up the brush,
Colour the grass green.
Ah, children,
Quiet in colorful spring;
Ah, children,
Grow up in a happy spring.
Children recite spring poems. If one day,
We're tired of walking,
Dreams,
Still so far away;
We walk with each other,
Or give up tomorrow?
I don't need you to say anything,
As long as you look at it,
As long as you smile,
I won't hesitate,
Go ahead.
Always find it,
Spring belongs to you and me!
Children recite spring poems. In spring,
Birds sing spring,
Greetings to miss chun,
Sing the green of spring.
The geese fly south,
Celebrate spring collectively,
Sing about the warm weather in spring.
Flowers and grass grow together,
Suck the dew of spring,
They praise the dew in spring.
Tourists look around,
They praised the beauty of spring.
Ah!
The green of spring,
The weather in spring,
The dew of spring,
The beauty of spring,
How beautiful!
The sound of firecrackers,
Has landed.
Let youth grow old day by day, childhood,
Grow up day by day
The past is blowing in the wind,
Hope is budding.
Spring is a symbol of beauty!
Children recite Spring Poems 4 in search of spring.
I have an appointment with the swallow.
Looking for spring in the clouds
Stay at the top of Mount Everest.
Naughty stars tell me
Spring doesn't belong here
I invited the cuckoo to join me.
Go to the fields to find spring.
Travel all over the mountains and rivers
The frozen stream told me
Spring is still sleeping.
I respectfully invite plum blossoms for the Spring Festival.
Looking for spring across Haihe River
Open your sleepy eyes
The fallen petal reminds me
Spring is at my feet.
The lost cloud has not come back yet.
But the geese flying south lost their way.
The warm sun that is struggling to spray
Like an angry God.
Beat the lazy earth
The moon chases the sun.
Missing is a constant feeling.
Looking back on the shadow of the Millennium
Peach blossoms are peeping on the branches.
Wings of fireflies
Dignity in the morning fog
Perched on the fingers of spring.
Pursuit; continue
It is an eternal belief.
Children recite spring poems and look for spring flowers.
I'm going to look for flowers in spring.
That brilliant peach blossom,
As if smiling in front of me.
Pak Lei,
It seems that it is still with me.
I'm going to look for flowers in spring!
The beautiful lotus is not what I want.
Beautiful chrysanthemums are not what I thought.
I'm going to look for flowers in spring.