Our motherland is really big.

How about reciting poems? Poetry: Our motherland is so big. In the north, there is Grandpa Dong's home. Snowflakes fall in October. Our motherland is so big. In the south, there is Miss Chun's home. Flowers bloom all the year round. Ah! The great mother of the motherland, children from east to west, north and south, at the same time, some skied, some swam, and some ate watermelon around the stove. How happy the children are! Draw a picture and compare it. Draw birds flying in the blue sky and flowers growing in spring. You draw the sun, I draw the national flag, and we love you in our motherland. Here is a colorful paradise, here is the land of Miao Zhuang, here is the hope of mother, and here is the cradle of dolls. Who here has the ambition of Dayu and the heart of Yao and Shun? Who here has omnipotent wisdom and loving maternal love? Tell me, who are your tears for? Tell me, who is your smiling face blooming like a flower for? It's you, me, him and our glorious kindergarten teacher. It's you, me, him, us, our glorious kindergarten teacher, holding umbrellas for green leaves, opening for birds and flying for birds with the light of wisdom and the bright sound of sunshine. The national emblem has five stars shining in the sky. Tiananmen Square, in the middle. The gear is wrapped with ears of wheat and red silk. Stand up when you see the national emblem. The above is a manuscript that I think is more suitable for kindergarten children, and the tone is more childlike ~