Complete poems read by sophomores

# Senior Two # Introduction Poetry is a literary genre to express feelings and ambitions. It is a literary genre with a certain rhythm and rhythm, which vividly expresses the author's rich emotions in highly concise language and reflects the social life in a concentrated way. The following is the related materials of Poems of Grade Two Pupils compiled by KaoNet, hoping to help you.

A complete collection of poems read by primary and secondary school students.

1. What do you want to be when you grow up? Dandelion, dandelion,

What will you do when you grow up?

I, I want to be a big lion!

The golden mane is thick and dense,

A powerful and kind lion!

Really, you must be a big lion.

Hello, big lion.

However, this meta-leaf,

It is too small for a big lion.

Yes, I'd better be a dandelion

Small fish, small fish,

What will you do when you grow up?

I, I want to be a big whale!

Swimming across four oceans, a big whale swims very fast.

Yes, you must be a big whale.

A giant whale. It's good.

However, this small river,

Too small for whales.

Yes, I'd better be a small fish.

2. Bud

Spring has come.

The weather is very warm.

Come out quickly.

Bud bud

Don't just show your head.

How beautiful it is outside the bark.

Come out quickly.

The sun will give you

Put on green clothes

Spring breeze will give you.

Sweet dew

3. Time Old Man

It's for children who don't value time,

Carve a stupid turtle,

With a heavy sigh,

It's painful to climb behind.

It gives hard-working children,

Carve a red horse,

Every day, my hooves fly,

Run ahead of others.

It has made great contributions to people,

Carve a universal passport,

No matter where you go,

You will see a spring-like smile.

It gives people who have accomplished nothing,

Carve a life certificate,

Although he is still young,

But I'm too old to be old.

This time it's a meat cleaver,

That's it. Unbridled.

It tests everyone's attitude towards time.

4. straw hat

A small hole in the straw hat

I gave sunshine.

An open door

Look, the sun is setting.

They stepped on my shadow playfully.

Their footprints were left on my shadow.

On the beach, there are a pair of swans.

Fly in the blue sky

A pair of snow-white swans;

There are waves in the lake.

Two beautiful clouds.

Clouds carry swans,

Swans hold clouds,

Gently, gently landed on the lake.

6, the moon

The moon in the sky goes round and round,

It shines like a jade plate in the sea.

A group of fish swam over,

The tracts were broken into two or three pieces.

The fish ran away in fear,

All the way to the rock.

Looking back,

The moon is round.

A complete collection of poems read by grade two and two primary school students.

1, peace dove and white dove fly.

It brings peace and hope.

The Olympic Games is a global festival.

The stadium should be full of sunshine.

Keep children away from the smoke of war

Let mother stop crying and sadness.

The Olympic spirit calls for peace.

Pigeons always sing for happiness.

Why is it so brilliant?

Flowers of June 1st.

Why is it so fragrant?

"June 1" red scarf

Why is it so bright?

Children of "June 1st"

Why are you so happy? ...

You know, he knows,

Everybody knows that.

2. Little fairy tales

To the south of the clouds,

That distant place,

We want to be as open as flowers.

A group of flowers said:

We want to fly like birds.

A group of peacocks said:

We want to grow like trees.

Mom, I love you.

Your pale fingertips touch my temple.

I can't help acting like a child.

Hold on to your skirt

Ah, mom.

In order to keep your fading figure

Although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke.

I still dare not open my eyes for a long time.

I still cherish that bright red scarf.

Afraid that cleaning will make it

Lose your unique warmth

Ah, mom.

Isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless?

I'm afraid the memory will fade, too.

How dare I open its screen easily?

4. Dedicated to Dad

I'm going to put this poem,

Dedicated to all the dads in the world,

Let them all become

Children's favorite good father.

And put this poem,

Dedicated to the future father,

When they grow up,

Be a good father that I have been longing for for for an hour.

5, looking for

Swan dances to the music,

Shake your slender and beautiful long neck,

Round bright eyes shining,

Looking around for what?

Bird people giggled,

Swan also sang a happy song.

6. Mom is a big tree

Mom is a big tree,

Every day, beside my mother,

Jumping and jumping for joy.

It was very hot, and my mother gave me shade.

Green leaves shake hypnotic tunes;

It was cold, and my mother hugged me tightly.

Snowflakes compose songs of spring.

Ah, mom,

No matter where you fly in the future,

I will never forget,

This green forest.

Mom is a fertile soil,

I am a small sapling,

Fertile soil nourishes me,

Let me get taller every day.

Mother's love,

Give me a green life,

Give me the realm of life,

Mature laughter.

Ah, mom,

I am like an ear of wheat,

With a heavy salute,

Thank you for your contribution to parenting.

Mom is a blue harbor,

I'm a sailboat far from the port,

With your blessings and expectations,

Pave the way for me.

I know, there will be one ahead.

Keywords rapids, reefs, storms,

Mom's harbor,

Will hold me in your arms at any time.

Ah, mom,

No matter what kind of stormy waves you encounter,

I am determined to run towards my goal,

There will never be any wavering.

Complete collection of poems read by primary school students in grade three and grade two

1, give the future a green song, give the future a piece of green.

Gently open the earth photo album,

Mountains and rivers will ask me:

Children, cross-century children,

What do you want to leave for the future earth?

Is to leave a tree,

Or leave a flower?

Is to leave a spring of life,

Or leave an eternal green ditch?

Ah, you said, I said, he said:

Leave a better earth for the future.

2. Insects and birds

Wash mom's socks.

One was caught on the rope.

The rope became a polypod.

Crawl in the sun

I washed my sister's handkerchief.

One was caught on the rope.

The rope turned into a flock of egrets flying in the breeze.

I am a little painter.

Waving a colored brush affectionately,

Blue sky and sea will welcome me;

Little angel, little angel of nature,

What do you want to draw for the future world?

Is to draw green mountains and evergreen trees,

Or paint the whole desert green?

Is to describe an unbeaten flower season,

Or draw spring scenery that will never disappear?

4. What color do you like?

I like fiery red color,

Because-

The sun is red,

The flowers are red,

I am a young pioneer,

Our team flag, red scarf,

It's also fiery red.

I like gold,

Because-

Rice is golden,

Harvest autumn is golden,

Our childhood is also golden.

5. What is a good boy?

Every child,

Everyone wants to be a good boy,

Let adults boast:

"This child is really good!"

But what is a good boy?

How can people praise it?

Every little flower in the mountains,

Are all the wells fragrant and beautiful?

On this issue,

How many children think,

Let's use a mirror,

Come and take a picture of yourself.

6. Good dad

A good father is great, great,

The child followed him into the street,

Beautiful enough to stand out.

People say, "Look at their children,

What a glorious father. "

A good father must love his mother the most,

Homework is always in a hurry,

Washing clothes, buying vegetables, cooking,

Take the children to clean the house.

His hands are dexterous and clever,

Can make the broken radio talk.

A good father has the most stories in his stomach.

Like a small river, it never ends.

The child pricked up his ears,

Deng Yuan also opened his eyes and mouth.

No matter how many strange questions the children ask,

He can patiently answer one by one.

A good dad never makes faces,

My face is always full of smiles.

He always said that young trees should grow straight,

Pruning and branching must be done frequently.

His words are like a beautiful tune,

Gently floating on the lake of children's hearts.

Ah, such a father,

Everyone will say that he is a good father.

Because he used his own actions,

Teach children how to be human,

With the rain and dew of love,

Dye each bud green.