Kindergarten poem about Mid-Autumn Festival 1 Fish loves water, birds love forest,
May evokes the soul.
If you look forward to autumn, you will miss spring.
It's hard to compare with the homesickness of a stranger.
An unforgettable childhood dream,
The names of countless friends,
Debt-ridden old mother,
And the feelings of brothers, sisters and relatives.
I miss you, I'm worried,
Think twice about your relatives during the festive season.
Despite the bright future,
How can it be warmer than a family reunion?
Poetry about Mid-Autumn Festival in Kindergarten 2 Mid-Autumn Night
Jingui Piaoxiang Mid-Autumn Night
The full moon and soft wind are just the right time;
Gui Xiang reminds me of my homesickness,
Moonlight illuminates your heart and mine;
Looking at the blue sky in Wan Li, the stars and the moon are bright.
Look at the chrysanthemums in full bloom and full of fragrance in autumn.
Wandering heart, every time I miss my relatives and look forward to reunion, I know that I miss them thoroughly;
Fifteen nights, hometown month, people are looking forward to it, just send it away!
Occasionally, a fragrance blew away Chang 'e's laughter.
Dance knows the shadow, long sleeves, continuous;
The flute is playing rural songs, singing songs and chanting songs.
Yuman, Joan cup slippery,
Invite the moon for a drink and * * * relieve homesickness!
Wandering heart, praying heart, pious heart,
At this moment, warm together!
The red light is beautiful, affectionate and full of human touch;
Customs are different and graceful, and * * * expresses truth, goodness and beauty!
Let's sit hand in hand in a full moon.
Pass on that yearning and merge it into beautiful memories;
Let's stand shoulder to shoulder and form a full moon.
Pass on that blessing and merge into eternal happiness!
Tonight's life, tonight of this month,
Tonight's life, tonight of this month,
Not long, but,
May people live for a long time, thousands of miles * * * Chan Juan!
Kindergarten is about Mid-Autumn Festival. Poetry 3 The Moon Rises
The sound of a carving returning to the nest.
There are fish jumping out of blue light.
There is a piano playing an old legend.
I don't know whose eyes.
Fall on the birch tree and blink.
Show wisdom and detachment
night
But throw it on the moon.
Infinite tenderness
It was also that night.
Those posted on the window
Grandma cut off the window grilles.
Wrapped in ice flowers
In my dream
It melted.
Kindergarten Mid-Autumn Poems 4 Random Thoughts on Mid-Autumn Festival Tourism
Look at the geese in the lonely shadow,
A thousand dollars is a bad idea; My hometown recalls the bright moon in autumn,
Exotic night terrors.
I haven't climbed osmanthus,
Roll bananas; Go upstairs and make a sad contribution,
Looking at the big sea and the sky in the west.
Kindergarten poem about Mid-Autumn Festival 5 Mid-Autumn Moon
During the Mid-Autumn Festival, the golden wheel hangs in the night sky.
The brilliance is weak and radiant.
The frightened magpie perched in double shadows,
Flying fireflies wear beads bit by bit.
The pavilion flies with thin shadows and fallen leaves,
The neighbors fell asleep with the sound of pestle.
Lonely Chang 'e keeps the palace empty,
When will the full moon meet?
Twilight clouds hung over the moon, cool,
Looking at the moon by the window, the heart has a heart.
Han Yin had no words to turn the golden wheel,
The full moon is lonely, looking forward to your gift.
Osmanthus wine raises a glass,
When is Acacia?
The moon knows the bitterness of acacia,
We can blend in with tonight's dream.
Poor Chanjuan kept the moon,
Right against the five-watch wine.
Kindergarten poem about Mid-Autumn Festival 6 Mid-Autumn Festival forgot
Don't give up your beauty, separate your troubles,
I'm afraid of the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Emotion burned my throat for three days,
Love is cool, cool.
Send acacia with poetry
There are many nights in youth.
When you are young, how can you have a glass of wine and love songs?
There are many lovers in the world, but you can't see flowers just because there are no flowers in your heart.
Feelings are ridiculous, and glitz and wealth can tempt several people to win.
When we are often naive, when we are really naive!
Empty hate is far-reaching, hope for the motherland, and fight for every inch of land.
Our generation of literati, writing rivers and lakes, are more concerned with infighting and ruling.
The mountains roar and larks fly.
You are famous for your scenery, how dare you jump into the dispute?
Brewmaster is more carefree and proud when he is drunk, while mortals are more worried and wash away their troubles when they are drunk.
Everything is normal, but what people see is impermanence.