There is a little flower,
Fall into the pond.
The wind is very cold, blowing soft water hard,
Hard water is a big mirror.
White, there are no more lively fish and shrimp!
However, there is a little flower,
Embedded under hard water,
Very shallow, very clear,
You can still see its color,
Smile!
Are you a frozen smile?
Have your dreams solidified?
"No, no!
As long as I smile,
Dreams will sprout,
The budding dream is in spring,
Will grow up gradually,
Grow into bright flowers! "
Winter jasmine (children's poems)
Push open the small window of the bedroom
primrose
Reach into my cabin.
One after another, winter jasmine
Like the golden sun
Let my heart spring bright.
I am afraid that spring will slip away.
Fold off the biggest flower.
The most gorgeous winter jasmine
Gently sandwiched in my collection of poems
I put my poems
Recite to teachers and classmates.
Relatives, friends and everyone.
People who can't see spring
From then on, our life.
Full of beautiful spring scenery.
sunflower
Your name is ...
Sunflower
It just opened quietly.
tiny
a
But so are you.
Sun-like
Black and red
Like the sun.
Love the color of life
Dream of flowers
I came back from the botanical garden and brought back a colorful dream. I dreamed that flowers were blooming everywhere in our land.
In front of my house, stretching to the distant horizon, there is a group of sisters surrounded by a purple rose.
Both sides of the road are as white as snow, where is the world of magnolia; There are bright sparks on the mountain. Dandelions are blooming everywhere in Shan Ye.
The bell flower swayed gently in the breeze, the cockscomb flower held its head high, the spring was covered with velvet moss, and the dill flower climbed to the top of the tree.
There is also the largest flower in the world, and Wang Lian can be the cradle of my little sister; This little flower is Pearl Plum. It is dressed like moonlight.
In the mirror-like pond, there are green duckweeds and pink lotus flowers; Even my little brother who eats grass likes to play with garlands.
Like flowers all the year round, it suddenly blooms on this night, and it falls on our land like a rainbow in the sky. ...
When I woke up from this dream, I made another dream: I want to lead these flowers to spring outing like a little brother or sister.
Cover the hill with a flowered dress, set two rows of colored lace on the river, and lay an endless carpet of flowers on the fields around the beekeeping farm.
Smell the flowers and listen to the birds here to make life better; Old beekeepers will praise us-flowers and honey!
Bing Xin's poems about children and flowers-flowers that never fade-are dedicated to children in heaven.
The celebrations on June 1 day spread in all directions.
I wonder if this kind blessing has also infected God?
Do the children in Elysium like it?
I seem to hear a group of angels singing in the clouds.
Children who left in a hurry, how are you now?
Our world has changed because of your departure.
A series of heartbreaking cries were accompanied by blood and tears.
The national flag is half hung, the mountains and rivers are sad, the nine continents are sad, and the heart is desolate ...
Children, please don't be sad,
Don't confuse each other's hearts.
Let's forget the sadness in May,
Dry your tears and pursue the joy of June.
No matter where you are, there will be warm sunshine;
No matter where you pay attention, there will be an ocean of knowledge;
No matter where you are, you can realize your ideal;
No matter how the world shakes, don't lose your way.
You dance like a holy snowflake;
You bloom like a delicate flower for the second time;
You are like the rising sun shining forever;
You shine like a rare gem.
The will will be stronger after suffering,
A beautiful blueprint is waiting for you to create.
The excitement of rebirth after the phoenix nirvana,
Will rekindle the light of hope.
May you flow like a clean stream!
May you be as broad-minded as the vast ocean!
May you spread your wings and soar like an eagle!
May you be happy and healthy forever!
Flower of success
The flower of success,
People only admire her bright reality!
However, at the beginning, her bud,
Soaked with tears of struggle,
The blood rain of sacrifice is scattered everywhere.
3. Poems about children: green shoots, green shoots, young people say, "Develop yourself!" Pale flower, the young man said, "contribute yourself!" " The crimson fruit said to the young man, "sacrifice yourself!" " "Little Brother and Kitten" Ke Yan I have a little brother at home. /He is both clever and naughty. /He climbs high and low every day. /His face is covered with mud.
/Mom told him to wash his face,/Pretending not to hear him run; /Dad looked at him with a mirror./He closed his eyes and giggled. /Sister brought a Xiaohua Mall,/Clapped her paws and licked her fur,/Her eyes narrowed. "Great, great, great,/Who will play with me and hug me?" /My brother held out his little black hand,/The kitten jumped back hurriedly,/The beard pursed its head and shook it,/"Oh, no! Too dirty, too dirty, I don't want it! " /Sister laughed,/Mom and Dad frowned,/Little brother was ashamed:/"Mom! Mom! Give me a bath! " The Moon Liu Ruomin The moon in the sky is round and round. /It looks like a jade plate in the sea.
/A group of fish swam over,/The jade plate broke into two or three pieces. /The fish ran away in fear,/all the way to the rock.
/Looking back,/The moon is still round. Cicada (Author: Lin): Cicada's songs are very nice,/but they won't be sung until summer; /They like praise/Golden sunshine.
Cicada's songs are very nice,/but only like to sing in trees; So, in summer,/trees become/singing umbrellas. In front of the window, a lilac stood on tiptoe and walked into the thick green yard. We planted a lilac in front of the teacher's window.
Teacher, teacher, let its green branches and leaves extend into your window and accompany you every night. Listen, listen, the green leaves rustle in the wind. That's why we sing to you to help you relieve a lot of fatigue.
You see, you see, the small flowers full of trees are our smiling faces. Thank you for always supporting us. It's late at night and the stars are sleepy. Teacher, put down the lesson plan quickly and let the flowers float into your dream. That dream must be sweet and fragrant.
(Original "New Teenager" 1985No. 18) You took me to the author: You took me to the blue one, and you collected everything I wanted, whether it was mountain flowers or tender grass, whether it was stones or leaves. You jump over every ditch lightly, and spring leaves your shadow; You climb every small slope, just like jumping on the roof of your house.
I heard birds singing and saw their colorful wings through the cracks in the green leaves. You tell me the names of many birds and sing their songs for me. I want to catch the fruit, and it will be in your hand at once. You are afraid that the fruit will bite my hand and wrap it in leaves.
Let me ask you, why does that tree on the top of the mountain look like an old man? You said because it grows in crevices all the year round; Let me ask you-what flower is that with tears in its eyes? You said it was a blue flower, smiling in the spring sunshine. What about the wind? Sleep in Shan Ye's arms; What if it rains? Fall in Shan Ye's heart; What about the tramp in those days? Everyone has a warm home; What about winter? Long gone.
No matter Shan Ye's present or past, you are familiar with everything in Shan Ye; Everything here seems to be yours, your birds, your blue sky and your land. I looked at the spring water in Shan Ye, as if looking at your innocent eyes; Yuan Ye, full of mountain flowers, is like your splendid colorful clothes.
We are in Shan Ye, playing and chasing. Ah, it's like being on your kang, it's like being in your yard ... I was walking alone in the Woods, and my ears were filled with many faint mysterious and wonderful voices. Green camphor leaves are breathing gently, and young bamboo shoots emerge silently in the center of the earth like countless mushrooms, like white umbrellas. My mother once told us that their names were swan bacteria, and larks jumped from branch to branch like notes. The song is sweet and charming, the dew is shining and slipping quietly, and the mist is as soft as white gauze. The whole nature is like a music. The Woods in spring are the harp of life. They are playing wonderful music and poems, which gently hit my 14-year-old heart full of fantasy. In early summer, I went to sleep, and Song Yang Wanli's plum blossoms splashed her teeth, and the banana trees covered the screen window. Spring goes to summer, and the days are long and tired. After a nap, I feel depressed and watch the children play with catkins in the air.
I miss my hometown Haitang Song Yang Wanli's hometown. Today, Haitang blooms and dreams of entering Jiangxi Jinxiu Pile. At this time, although spring returns, everything is thriving, but people are old; Swallows fly back every year after offering sacrifices to the land god.
Spring is like a piece of green and white, not heavy and light weather, it is the scene of Chu Qing; In this spring, catkins will fly and fall. But this beautiful spring scenery can't be eaten, so let poetry attract it to Qiong Yao's jade cup.
Miss the hometown begonia song Yang Wanli Bamboo Pavilion, don't walk alone. Early spring is warm, willow leaves sprout and dance in the wind, which is more charming; Flowers bloom in the sun, shadows dance and rise dimly.
After a rain-eroded garden, the road is cleaner and deeper; Birds just flying out of the nest are more cheerful, and crows crow one after another, which is sweet and entertaining. The scenery here is very beautiful, but unfortunately there are few plump and beautiful begonia flowers; Begonia, a native of that hometown, lived two cold foods and disappeared.
Reading Yan Ziling's Biography of Yang Wanli in Song Dynasty and How to Make up for Han Zhongxing, there is a cool breeze as cold as ice. Send my aunt to Ding Han early, where there is Yanling! In the Song Dynasty, Yangcun Yangwanli Stone Bridge was crowded on both sides, and horses in each village were like rivers.
Liu Yang Yin Zhongxin Hotel, a small fishing boat under the grape trellis. Red and white flowers are close to water, sky blue and yellow.
Zheng er's peace is still in the way. Why don't you work hard, back in the game? Song Yang Wanli, who lives in eastern Zhejiang and Jiangxi, added a few strands of silk to the mirror. Flowers fall six times to sparse information, and the month is thousands of miles away.
Du Li should not turn over the whale sea, but should enjoy the phoenix gathering in Longtan. Tao is Fan Chuan's frivolous killing, which makes thousands of families compare to thousands of poems.
Yang Wanli, who was injured in the Spring and Song Dynasties, intended to have fun this spring, but he still wasted an east wind. If you don't get presbyopia every year, you won't get sick if you are anxious.
Night wind song Yang Wanli Night wind is not allowed to distinguish the breeze, but it is allowed to hang heavy curtains on the ground. The sunset in Ye Ping is not covered by mountains, and the west window is red until the moon comes.
In the evening breeze, Yang Wanli was slightly warm in the evening, and the evening breeze was arrogant and overbearing. Why are you angry when you are cold? There will be frost in the future.
Play pen Song Yang Wanli wild chrysanthemum wild moss each casting money, resplendent and beautiful; God gives money to poor poets, only to buy sorrow and not to buy fields. Living in early summer, taking a nap, Song Yang Wan Li Mei has soft teeth of folic acid, and banana is divided into green window screens; Spring goes to summer, and the days are long and tired. After a nap, I feel depressed and watch the children play with catkins in the air.
Yang Wanli's eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves sunny and soft. The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.
After all, the scenery of the West Lake in June is different from that at four o'clock. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
Yang Wanli's wicker brush is a hundred feet away from the silver pool, and it is only yellow. Wicker can not be dipped in water, but the willow shadow in the water guides him to grow.
4. How to write flower bones in children's poems about flowers?
Spring is still on the road.
These flowers and bones can't wait.
They stuck their heads out of the branches.
Look into the distance
Like lying on the railing of a building
A group of students
The pace of spring is very light.
These flowers and bones listened attentively.
Dare not make a sound.
They are afraid to put their timid early spring
scare away
Just lying quietly on the branch.
It gets bigger every day.
I know that spring is getting closer.
In the hearts of these flowers and bones
Colorful fantasies
Is brewing and surging.
Bing Xin's poems about children and flowers-flowers that never wither-children's June 1 celebrations in heaven spread in all directions. I wonder if this kind blessing has also infected God? Do the children in Elysium like it? I seem to hear a group of angels singing in the clouds.
Children who left in a hurry, how are you now? Our world has changed because of your departure. A series of heartbreaking cries were accompanied by blood and tears.
The national flag is half-hung, the mountains and rivers are sad, Jiuzhou is sad, and the hearts are sad ... Children, please don't be sad, and don't be confused with each other's hearts. Let's forget the sadness in May and dry our tears to pursue the happiness in June.
No matter where you are, there will be warm sunshine; No matter where you pay attention, there will be an ocean of knowledge; No matter where you are, you can realize your ideal; No matter how the world shakes, don't lose your way. You dance like a holy snowflake; You bloom like a delicate flower for the second time; You are like the rising sun shining forever; You shine like a rare gem.
After suffering, the will will be stronger, and a beautiful blueprint is waiting for you to create. The excitement of rebirth after the phoenix's nirvana will surely rekindle the light of hope.
May you flow like a clean stream! May you be as broad-minded as the vast ocean! May you spread your wings and soar like an eagle! May you be happy and healthy forever! Successful flower, successful flower, people only admire her bright reality! However, at the beginning, her bud was soaked with tears of struggle and shed blood rain of sacrifice.
6. Suitable for children aged 65,438+02 to recite poems praising flowers. Peony The peony demon in front of Yuxi Courtyard in Liu Tang failed, and the pond was full of lotus flowers.
Only peony is the real national color, and it moved its capital in the flower season. Peony poetry is better than anyone who doesn't love peony flowers, who is the best thing in town.
English is the goddess of Luochuan, who tries her best to break the morning glow. Peony poems are beautiful in Tang dynasty for no reason, but only fragrant.
It was even more blinded by smoke, and the beauty of the south China was sobbing. Yin Wengui, a peony poem, opened the late Tang Dynasty in order to make a group of fragrant flowers grow into a pair of jade halls.
Red smoke is doubtful, and Su Hua only smells incense when she reflects the moon. The cut is easterly, as light as the makeup of the calligraphy.
Known as the first crown in flowers, old age accounts for spring scenery. Xue Tao, a native of Peony Tang Dynasty, went to spring and went to late spring, and his tears were wet and red, so he said goodbye.
I am often afraid that I will break up with martial arts. Why is there the Wuling period? Every time you express your love, you should know it without saying anything. I just want to put a pillow by the bar and miss you at night.
Li Xiaoguang, a peony poet, is rich and romantic, and flowers bow their heads to worship the dust. Draw columns embroidered with rubies, clouds covered with green flowers.
The sky has its own strength and the country is colorless. Famous flowers are also difficult to cultivate and require great efforts.
Peony Poem Tang Li Shanfu invited Ledong to leave early, and fragrant flowers floated up the stairs. Several fairy buds emerged from the fire, and a strange smell fell from the sky.
When did Xie Fangde Lan Peirong's poetic style of peony in Song Dynasty reach its peak in the mountains? Spring is so colorful that you can watch it with a smile.
Wang Wei, a red peony, is green and gorgeous, carefree and quiet, and the red skirt is shallow and deep. In the face of withering, peony is sad from it. Can you understand peony's thoughts?
Bai Mudan Wei Zhuang boudoir don't envy women with new make-up. When you are unfamiliar, you must be ashamed of Fu Fenlang. Last night, the moon was as bright as water, and it was fragrant when you got started.
The flowers in Jixiang Temple will fall, indicating that in ancient times, Su Shi was not as old as this year, just waiting for your majesty to come. If you hate flowers without words, you are afraid that they will not bloom next year.
Cherish two peony flowers, Bai Juyi and a red peony are in front of the melancholy stage, leaving only two branches late. I think all the flowers should be blown away when the wind blows tomorrow morning. At night, I pity these weak but red flowers and take a torch to see the peony.
Lonely red to rain, scattered with the wind. Enigmatic was still disappointed when he landed, not to mention falling into the mud.
Second, the lonely diamond red is low to the south and drifts with the wind. Enigmatic was still disappointed when he landed, not to mention falling into the mud.
Enjoy a peony demon in Yuxi, Liu Song in front of the court, and the pool is full of small feelings. Only peony is the real national color, and it will move the capital as soon as it opens.
Peony sings Shao Yong Peony Flower Pin Guan Square Group, during which there are more kings. Four colors become Baise, and all colors are fragrant.
Yulan Zheng Wen is graceful, new clothes are clean, and Su E has thousands of pairs of snow. I know I photographed a real fairy, and the sky sent a dress to try on a feather coat.
The shadow disappeared, the first month was cold, and the evening breeze of Xiang Sheng's farewell to the hospital was slight. Yuhuan turned out to be Yan Fei's enemy, who laughed more than Jiang Mei did not hate fat people.
The next day, the lotus leaves were infinitely green, and the lotus reflected the sun in different reds. But now I remember that night, the storm. In the corner, I don't know how many flowers were broken and how many plums were there. Under the east fence, hanling blooms chrysanthemums alone, and leisurely sees Nanshan's poem about lotus flowers: lotus flowers can be harvested in Jiangnan, and lotus leaves can be harvested in Hetian Tian. Fish hits the lotus leaf, fish hits the lotus leaf east, fish hits the lotus leaf west, fish hits the lotus leaf south and fish hits the lotus leaf north.
The lotus leaf skirt in Changling, Wang Song is cut in monochrome, and hibiscus flowers bloom on both sides of the face. Lotus is mixed in the lotus pond, and it is difficult to recognize the lotus pond. Only when you hear the song do you know that someone is picking lotus in the pond-picking lotus.
Lin Zifang and Yang Wanli of Chu Xiao Jingci School. After all, the scenery of the West Lake in mid-June is different from that at four o'clock. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
A plum blossom in the Northern Song Dynasty. Li Qingzhao's red lotus root fragrance, jade Qing and Yu Qiuyu, so she untied Luo Shang and went to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. Lotus is clear. Shi Tao has a five-inch lotus leaf, and sticking to the waves does not hinder the painting boat from shaking; In April and May, it can also cover the waist of beautiful women.
Plum blossoms: Wang Mei Anshi counted the plum blossoms in the corner, and hanling opened them alone. It is not enough to know the snow from a distance, because it has a faint fragrance.
Playing chess with Xue Zhaoming and betting on plum blossom poems lost a poem by Wang Anshi of Fahua, "Looking for Spring and Seeing Plum Blossoms", and there was a pile of snow on the road. Fengcheng Nanmo remembers its year, and it is difficult to come with the post.
Yimei, Li Shangyin, settled in Tianya, and she didn't want to let things happen. Cold plum is the most hateful. It looks like last year's flowers.
1 1 Go to Fufeng in the middle of the month to see plum blossoms, Li Shangyin, graceful and untimely. Chang 'e is accompanied by moonlight, looking indifferent; Blue jade girl is colder than frost.
Empty hands full of plum blossoms, but I don't know where to send them; And plum blossom's sad parting happened to meet me, heartbroken. Who is the morning show for? Don't wait to be the last word of Fang Meihua (one of them). Lu You heard that the plum blossom is cool and the snow drifts all over the four mountains.
How can it be converted into hundreds of billions, one plum blossom and one tree fragrance? Plum blossom quatrains (2) The valley is all north, and flowers bloom late every year.
Do you know it's time to be covered with snow and ice? Plum blossom quatrains (the third) The more awe-inspiring the snow is, the stronger the integrity between flowers is.
Outdated will drift away, and shame will pity Dong Jun even more. Mei Chu, thank you for welcoming the Spring, so I get up early and I am not afraid of the cold.
I am afraid that after falling into the flowers, no one will look at it. Du Fu's plum blossom in Jiangmeitang is broken before, and there are many plum blossoms after the year.
I never know that spring is good, what is the most annoying thing? The snow trees are the same color, and the river wind is its own school. I can't see my hometown, and the witch is gloomy and rugged.
At the beginning of Mei Tang, ten thousand trees in Miracle were frozen to break, and the solitary roots were warm and lonely. Snow covered the village. Last night, flowers were in full bloom in the snow.
The breeze is blowing towards Mei, so it has no emotional appeal. Avon's clean posture makes the birds jumpy. If you obey the law next year, it will first be reflected in Chuntai.
Wei Zashi came from the old country. Tell me what happened there! . Leaning against the window and opening the first cold flower tomorrow? ? Wei has seen the cold plum hair and heard the birds singing.
Looking forward to spring grass, I am afraid of jade steps. Don Li Shangyin settled in Tianya, and he didn't want things to happen.
Cold plum is the most hateful. It looks like last year's flowers. On the river, Mei Shi suddenly saw the cold plum tree and the blooming flowers on the Han River.
I don't know if spring is early, but I suspect it's playing with pearls. Tang Yuxi, sent by Ding Meiyong, often suffers from colds in early flowers, and his condition is complicated and miserable.
What happened to you in spring? Yao Tao will smile, prostitutes will look back! When I asked Jinding, I knew it tasted bad. It is difficult to draw a single plum blossom with snow in the early days of Tang Cui Daorong.
There is rhyme in the fragrance, which is extremely cold. Flute worries, oblique skill depends on disease.
Against the wind, if solved, it is easy to destroy. Plum blossom Tang Yuxin feels plum blossom fragrance in the twelfth lunar month.
I don't believe that this year's Spring Festival Evening, everyone will come to see it. The tree hangs on the ice, and the branches are cold.
If I had known I couldn't find it, I really regretted the clothes list. Looking for Plum Blossoms in the Snow Tang Xiaogang was absolutely surprised by the late arrival of Plum Blossoms. He tried to peep in the snow.
The lower branches are visible, but the higher branches are hard to know. Everyone is embarrassed to show their wrists and make way for each other.
You must also learn two or three skills by cutting and confusing. Bai Yutang is the first plum blossom in Tangjiang Han Wei.