Poetry suitable for little girls to recite.

Prose poem 1 Three Little Girls of Mother Chun, which is suitable for 6-year-old girls. Mother Chun came back with three naughty little girls. Teacher Lei plays drums every day to wake up the sky, the fields and the sleeping mountains and villages. Rain girl sprinkles water to play and washes green trees, grass and flowers every day. Teacher Feng is playing with his breath every day, softening branches and growing grass, so that spring can grow forward. Ah, spring is back. Mother Chun brought three capable little girls. 2. "Moonlight Doll's Hand" They came just after sunset. Shiny, who are they? They are moonlight dolls. Moonlight doll is cute and naughty. If you want to hold their hand, you can't, but their hand, if you want to touch you, you can touch it at once. That doesn't count. Moonlight doll touches you not to tease you, but to make you laugh in a sweet dream. Some moonlight dolls walked into the Woods. I didn't hear what you said. I just touched it with my hand. The cows in the cowshed stopped barking, and the sheep in the sheepfold stopped talking. The cattle and sheep are asleep. Some moonlight dolls came to the city and stopped on tall buildings. They looked in through the window, and the sparkling moonlight reflected on the window. Soon, one of the lights went out, and so did the other. The lights in one building went out, and so did the lights in the other building. In the sparkling moonlight, everyone turned off the lights. As soon as the light was turned off, there was a light snoring and people fell asleep. The touch of moonlight doll's hand makes people fall asleep after a busy day. How does Moonlight Doll make people fall asleep? Moonlight doll's hands are really amazing! Where their hands touch, they will be quiet. When they touch people's bodies, people will yawn with their mouths wide open and want to sleep. No wonder people can't hold the hand of Moonlight Doll. If you can hold Moonlight Doll's hand, it is not Moonlight Doll's hand. 3. "Four Seasons" In the spring, buds grow on the branches of big trees; Under the thin spring rain, Xiaoyar took a cold bath and they laughed. Grandpa Sun dried the water again, and they laughed even sweeter. In summer, my grandfather's grandson and mother-in-law are quarreling with each other, and as a result, it rains for a while and sunny for a while, making flowers and plants uneasy. Brother umbrella is very tired. This summer is very strange. In autumn, the leaves of the big tree fell, the small leaves went on a trip, the sun father-in-law was no longer angry, and the fruit trees began to bear fruit and were picked in the hearts of children. In winter, Grandpa Sun was ill, and the strong wind blew the snow to the north, which cured Grandpa Sun's illness. It is snowing heavily in the north, and the children are playing in the snow, but they are all careful for fear of waking up the flowers and plants. 4. Outside the rain window, it has begun to rain. But, mom, don't stop me. I'm going to get wet. I put on a straw hat. I ran into the rain. I became an umbrella. Umbrellas fly in the wind and rain, sheltering pedestrians without umbrellas. When the rain stopped, I flew away again, into the green forest after the rain. Mom, maybe you lost your daughter. You are in a hurry. You are worried that I will get wet in the rain. You ran to the street, asked the wind after the rain, asked the rainbow in the sky, and asked everyone: My daughter, where is she? You come to the forest, ask the birds, ask the flowers, ask the raindrops dripping on the leaves: My daughter, where is she? They all said: that's a naughty little girl. She is playing hide-and-seek with us again. Who knows where she will hide! After rain. In the forest. Mushrooms spilled all over the floor. They like playing games after rain best. Mom, when you reached for the whitest and fattest mushroom, suddenly it changed and became your daughter. She winks and smiles at you-Mom, I'm home! You see, I'm still wearing a straw hat with colorful raindrops hanging on it. Aunt Qiu reminds us of the harvest. I haven't met Aunt Qiu, but I guess Aunt Qiu's face is red, round and chubby. I haven't met Aunt Qiu, but I guess Aunt Qiu is a painter. When Aunt Qiu came, she painted the fruit trees and crops golden red. Aunt Qiu is very busy-she fills all the laundry baskets and sacks with particles. Heavy fruit likes to pout and say: Kuang Luo is too small to hold it! Aunt Qiu, she is so nice. She sent us waves of cool breeze, which made the little brothers and grandmothers who guarded the yard in the village hold a cattail leaf fan in their hands and put it away. Aunt Qiu stepped on the frost with dew and quietly left us another harvest. Children's Poetry: What do you like in summer? What do you like to shake off the yellow leaves on the tree in autumn? What do you like to put ice on the river in winter? What do you like in summer? Only I know. I know I like whistling in summer. Listen: "Cicada ... Cicada ..." A cicada, a whistle, how lively. Children's Poetry: My eyes are on white paper. I drew a pair of eyes full of sunshine, stars and flowers, and I will never cry. In order to make these eyes full of sunshine, stars and flowers forever, I drew another pair of eyes in my heart. Those eyes that have never seen sunshine, stars and flowers have squeezed all my tears. On white paper, I drew a pair of children's poems: Take the train, my father took me on the train, the train started, and things outside the window moved; The mountains began to retreat, and the trees and houses began to retreat ... Wow! Everything is going backwards. It's strange and fast. We didn't have to walk, so we arrived in Taipei at once. Children's Poetry: Dandelion doesn't say a word, it's far, it's far, it's near, it's white, it's fluffy, it's light, it's naughty, it's dandelion's flower season, it's all over the sky, it's her footprint, it's dyed your eyelashes, it's touched my nose, it's still stuck to my skirt, it's a white miracle, it's never abandoned, it's grandpa's winter, are you lovesick The sun caressed his face as old as a walnut with gentle hands, and caressed his beloved child like a kind mother. Winter is a snowy season, and snowflakes swirl like mysterious white butterflies from distant heaven. My grandfather told the story of his childhood on a quiet snowy night. He is as happy as a child, and his heart is full of infinite warmth, just like me. On a sad day, the children suddenly remembered the spring outing. In fact, no one knows what grandpa thinks in winter, but his story tells me that he has been very far away from his childhood and hometown ... Author: (English) anthony browne This is my mother, she is really great! My mother is a great cook. He is also a juggler. She is not only a magical painter. And the strongest woman in the world! My mother is an amazing gardener. She can make everything grow well. She is also a kind fairy. When I am sad, it always makes me happy. Her singing is as sweet as an angel. Roar like a lion. My mother is really, really great! My mother is as beautiful as a butterfly and as comfortable as a sofa. She is as docile as a cat. Sometimes, it is as strong as a rhinoceros. My mother is really, really great! Whether my mother is a dancer or an astronaut or a movie star. And a big boss. She is my mother. My mother is a superman mother and often makes me laugh. I love her, you know? She loves me too! Love me forever. ) "My Dad" Author: (English) anthony browne This is my dad, he is really great! My father is not afraid of anything, even bad wolves. He can jump over the moon. I can also walk the high-altitude rope (without falling). He dared to wrestle with Hercules. He easily ran the first place in the sports meeting. My father eats as much as a horse and swims as fast as a fish. He is as strong as a gorilla. Happy as a hippo. My father is really great! My father is as tall as a house and sometimes as soft as a teddy bear. He is as clever as an owl, and sometimes he does stupid things. My father is really great! My father is a great dancer and a great singer. His football skills are first-class, and he often makes me laugh. I love him, you know? He loves me too! Love me forever. ) "Beautiful Dream" Author: (Germany) Michel Sauber I really want to be a crazy lamb, with a curved Mao Mao and a guitar that can make my ears deaf. Look ... Who can recognize me? I really want to be a brave man. If anyone quarrels endlessly again, I will jump among them and shout, "hey, stop arguing!" " "Look ... the kiss of reconciliation. I really want to be neat and noble. As long as I wag my tail, the servant will come running with a brush and wipe my back very, very gently. I really want to be an elf, so that I can stick my nose into every little hole and grow up quickly. Look, all the other animals are ... surprised. I really want to become a lightning snail, driving a red racing car, flying through every corner, no matter what kind of road, it is my …… runway. I really want to be a feather, floating gently on the stage. All the audience under the stage are shouting ... OK. I really want to be a super prodigy-the king of quick calculation and show my calculation skills everywhere. No matter who has a problem, they will come to … for advice. I really want my hair to be as soft as silk, so that I can safely let you hug me, because now I ... don't prick people at all. I really want to be a big slacker and never be as busy as an old horse. While other bees continue to collect honey, I am enjoying … the beautiful sunshine. What about you? Which one do you want to be? Crazy lamb or neat and noble pig? " What do you want to be when you grow up? Author: (Japanese) Liao Meiqian, dandelion, what do you want to be when you grow up? I, I want to be a big lion! A mighty and kind lion with a thick golden mane! Really, you must be a big lion. The big lion is good. However, this vilen is too small for a big lion. Yes, I'd better be a dandelion Fish, 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. The whale is very good. However, the river is too small for a big whale. Yes, I'd better be a small fish. Crayon, crayon, what will you do when you grow up? We, we want to make a big forest! Crayon tree, rainbow forest. Then, color vilen green. Draw a picture of vilen running, running, never, never reaching the top. Then, draw the sea in blue, draw a sea that swims, swims and swims to the top of your head forever. Then when I grew up, I raced and ran with the lion until the end of the night. Then when I grow up, I will swim, swim and swim with whales until I reach the end of the sea. Hey, what do you want to be when you grow up? "Mom fell asleep" Author: Zhang Qiusheng's mother fell asleep. When she took a nap with me, she slept soundly, just like when I fell asleep beside me. My sleeping mother is really beautiful, with her bright eyes closed, her eyebrows bent and her mouth open, as if singing a hypnotic song for me. My mother is so kind in her sleep. Her mouth and eyes are smiling, as if she had thought of a story in her sleep. My sleeping mother is too tired. Birds are singing outside the window, and the wind is rustling among the leaves. But my mother can't hear me. She did a lot of work and was very tired. She really should have a good sleep, mom. "Stars" Author: Fei Ming stars all over the sky, each one is said to be an eternal flower in spring. There is a shadow of begonia flowers on the east wall, which is said to be the eternal autumn moon. Waking up in the morning is a winter night dream. Last night, the stars in the middle of the night were as clean as a clear net, and so were the spring flowers and the autumn moon. Open Baidu Library and enter "Poems Suitable for Children" to find what you want. Open Baidu Library, enter "Poems Suitable for Children" and find the poems you want for children: What do you like in summer? Shake off the yellow leaves on the tree in autumn? Ice river in winter? What do you like in summer? Only I know. I know I like whistling in summer. Listen: "cicada ... cicada ..." A cicada, a whistle, how lively it is. Children's Poetry: My eyes are on white paper. I drew a pair of eyes full of sunshine, stars and flowers, and I will never cry. In order to make these eyes full of sunshine, stars and flowers forever, I drew another pair of eyes in my heart. Those eyes that have never seen sunshine, stars and flowers have dried all my tears. On white paper, I drew a pair of children's poetic eyes: when the train started, things outside the window were moving; The mountains began to retreat, and the trees and houses began to retreat ... Wow! Everything is going backwards. It's strange and fast. We didn't have to walk, so we arrived in Taipei at once. Children's Poetry: Dandelion doesn't say a word, it's far, it's far, it's near, it's white, it's fluffy, it's light, it's naughty, it's dandelion's flower season, it's all over the sky, it's her footprint, it's dyed your eyelashes, it's touched my nose, it's still stuck to my skirt, it's a white miracle, it's never abandoned, it's grandpa's winter, are you lovesick The sun caressed his face as old as a walnut with gentle hands, and caressed his beloved child like a kind mother. Winter is a snowy season, and snowflakes swirl like mysterious white butterflies from distant heaven. My grandfather told the story of his childhood on a quiet snowy night. He is as happy as a child, and his heart is full of infinite warmth, just like me. On a sad day, the children suddenly remembered the spring outing. In fact, no one knows what grandpa is thinking in winter, but his story tells me that he has been very far away from his childhood and hometown ... Author: (English) anthony browne This is my mother, she is really great! My mother is a great cook. He is also a juggler. She is not only a magical painter. And the strongest woman in the world! My mother is an amazing gardener. She can make everything grow well. She is also a kind fairy. When I am sad, it always makes me happy. Her singing is as sweet as an angel. Roar like a lion. My mother is really, really great! My mother is as beautiful as a butterfly and as comfortable as a sofa. She is as docile as a cat. Sometimes, it is as strong as a rhinoceros. My mother is really, really great! Whether my mother is a dancer or an astronaut or a movie star. And a big boss. She is my mother. My mother is a superman mother and often makes me laugh. I love her, you know? She loves me too! Love me forever. ) "My Dad" Author: (English) anthony browne This is my dad, he is really great! My father is not afraid of anything, even bad wolves. He can jump over the moon. I can also walk the high-altitude rope (without falling). He dared to wrestle with Hercules. He easily ran the first place in the sports meeting. My father eats as much as a horse and swims as fast as a fish. He is as strong as a gorilla. Happy as a hippo. My father is really great! My father is as tall as a house and sometimes as soft as a teddy bear. He is as clever as an owl, and sometimes he does stupid things. My father is really great! My father is a great dancer and a great singer. His football skills are first-class, and he often makes me laugh. I love him, you know? He loves me too! Love me forever. ) "Beautiful Dream" Author: (Germany) Michel Sauber I really want to be a crazy lamb, with a curved Mao Mao and a guitar that can make my ears deaf. Look ... Who can recognize me? I really want to be a brave man. If anyone quarrels endlessly again, I will jump among them and shout, "hey, stop arguing!" " "Look ... the kiss of reconciliation. I really want to be neat and noble. As long as I wag my tail, the servant will come running with a brush and wipe my back very, very gently. I really want to be an elf, so that I can stick my nose into every little hole and grow up quickly. Look, all the other animals are ... surprised. I really want to become a lightning snail, driving a red racing car, flying through every corner, no matter what kind of road, it is my …… runway. I really want to be a feather, floating gently on the stage. All the audience under the stage are shouting ... OK. I really want to be a super prodigy-the king of quick calculation and show my calculation skills everywhere. No matter who has a problem, they will come to … for advice. I really want my hair to be as soft as silk, so that I can safely let you hug me, because now I ... don't prick people at all. I really want to be a big slacker and never be as busy as an old horse. While other bees continue to collect honey, I am enjoying … the beautiful sunshine. What about you? Which one do you want to be? Crazy lamb or neat and noble pig? "What to be when you grow up" Author: (Japanese) Liao Meiqian Dandelion, Dandelion, what do you want to be when you grow up? I, I want to be a big lion! A mighty and kind lion with a thick golden mane! Really, you must be a big lion. The big lion is good. However, this vilen is too small for a big lion. Yes, I'd better be a dandelion Fish, 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. The whale is very good. However, the river is too small for a big whale. Yes, I'd better be a small fish. Crayon, crayon, what will you do when you grow up? We, we want to make a big forest! Crayon tree, rainbow forest. Then, color vilen green. Draw a picture of vilen running, running, never, never reaching the top. Then, draw the sea in blue, draw a sea that swims, swims and swims to the top of your head forever. Then when I grew up, I raced and ran with the lion until the end of the night. Then when I grow up, I will swim, swim and swim with whales until I reach the end of the sea. Hey, what do you want to be when you grow up? "Mom fell asleep" Author: Zhang Qiusheng's mother fell asleep. When she took a nap with me, she slept soundly, just like when I fell asleep beside me. My sleeping mother is really beautiful, with her bright eyes closed, her eyebrows bent and her mouth open, as if singing a hypnotic song for me. My mother is so kind in her sleep. Her mouth and eyes are smiling, as if she had thought of a story in her sleep. My sleeping mother is too tired. Birds are singing outside the window, and the wind is rustling among the leaves. But my mother can't hear me. She did a lot of work and was very tired. She really should have a good sleep, mom. Listen to the sound of autumn. Listen to the sound of autumn. The tree shook its arm and "brushed" it was the voice of the yellow leaf path. Listen to the sound of autumn. Crickets are flapping their wings. "* *" is rhyme to say goodbye to the balcony. Rows of geese catch up with the white clouds and scatter warm reminders; An autumn wind swept across the field, bringing a harvest song. Listen, walk into autumn, walk into this vast concert hall, and you can hear the sound of autumn. The sound of autumn, in every leaf, in every flower, in every drop of water, in every unfolded grain. Listen, the sound of autumn comes from a distance in a hurry, rushing to towards the distant. Listen, we hear Qiu's voice.