1 1 A poem recited by primary school students.
My dream is to be a dancer.
Wearing beautiful clothes,
Dancing on the colorful stage.
My dream,
Is to become a famous teacher.
Watering the flowers of the motherland on the three-foot platform.
Now that I am,
On the way through the dream!
A poem recited by students in grade 2 1.
Spring is children's favorite season.
The warm sunshine shines on us.
We are enjoying the sunshine. Warm light,
The sun is like magic,
Light can be seen, but not touched.
Spring is the most beautiful season.
summer
Summer is coming,
It often rains.
Rain is like a string of beads,
Ticking sounds like the sound of a big clock.
Summer is very happy,
I can swim and my coach often praises me.
I am very happy.
autumn
Autumn is the harvest season.
The children collected carrots, cabbages, corn and watermelons.
After collecting these things,
We take the fruits of our labor home,
That's all the food for winter.
winter
It is very cold in winter.
It is snowing,
The children went to make a snowman with shovels and spades.
Look, how beautiful and lovely our snowman is.
A poem recited by a third-grade student.
Snowflakes flying all over the sky are floating like goose feathers!
Snowflakes fall on pine trees,
The pine trees are still tall and straight.
Snowflakes fell on the roof, as if covering it with a quilt.
Snowflakes fell on the earth, as if to put on new white clothes for the earth.
Ah! Snowflake, you bring joy to the world.
Ah! Snowflake, I love your white beauty.
A poem recited by students in Grade Four and Grade One.
Gratitude is the footsteps of the wind.
Wherever you go, you will ring the string of wind chimes in your heart.
Make a crisp sound.
Touching the dream string in my heart.
Gratitude is the connection between the two worlds.
Even if you are facing a high mountain.
No matter how hard it is ahead.
You can still see people's eternal smiling faces
Gratitude is a flame in the neon sky.
It's not that clothes can't be seen when the rain is wet.
This gorgeous but full of cold flames.
Bring warmth to people's hearts again and again.
The sun shone through the cracks in the trees.
Like a bright sword
Cut off all the dirt
Just like gratitude spreads warmth to the world.
A poem recited by pupils in grade 5 1.
"September, related to gratitude" fell asleep.
In this colorful September
I want to draw a picture.
As red as a maple leaf.
Draw a grateful heart
And paint it with autumn colors.
Be stained with the fragrance of fruit.
Sprinkle sincere wishes.
Dedicate together
My favorite teacher.