Three Poems of Pupils Reciting Dreams

Dreams are like colored pens, depicting our lives. What are the dreams of primary school students to read poetry? Below, I sorted out the dream of primary school students' poetry reading for your reference.

I have a little dream.

Author: Meng Bizhen

I have a little dream.

On this black and white day

Fill your heart with colorful hopes.

Red is my heart.

Grow into azaleas

That's burning passion

Hunt like a flag of victory

Green is my deep feeling.

Green willows are beautiful and charming.

The pine and cypress stand upright.

And tall poplars.

Blue is a clear sky.

Decorate your heart

This is the meaning of life.

Hold your head high and be far-sighted.

It is an honor to live in the atmosphere.

Yellow is a mature color.

This is the cool autumn of life.

Go through hardships and sweat.

Trade honey for life.

Get a lifetime of wealth and happiness

The heart needs light and the heart needs fragrance.

One day with you, your eyes will light up

Resist wind and rain and fear snow and ice.

It is love that makes me never give up and make progress every day.

Love cannot be forgotten. Love is a dream.

Love is the greatest power.

When we go through all kinds of difficulties and hardships

Only when I found love did I suddenly understand.

The world of mortals is heaven

Primary school students' dream of poetry recitation 02 golden dream

I come from the countryside,

Go to a colorful world.

This is a wonderful life,

Flowers make people love.

Golden dream!

Riding the spring breeze,

Bloom in our hearts!

I come from the countryside,

To the wide world.

How big is the earth,

Get up and get rid of the haze.

Golden dream!

Riding the sail of happiness,

Running for diversity.

I come from my youth,

Towards a prosperous world.

What a brilliant career,

In the ascendant is in the ascendant.

Golden dream!

On golden wings,

Fly to a better future!

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Like a breeze,

Blow away the haze in the world.

Like a spring rain,

Moisten a dry heart.

It prepares for the future,

Let the natural barrier become a thoroughfare;

It became a pair of wings,

Fly the beautiful yearning.

Like a chariot,

Break through the chains of decay.

It expands the mind,

Let the unreal become true;

Because it exists,

Man has just come to this day.

Because it exists,

There are thousands of colors in the world.

This is a dream,

This is both a kind of motivation.