Tomorrow my heart will be higher than the sky,
Today we are a trickle,
Tomorrow it will become a big river, growling and growling.
Today, we are young eagles out of the nest.
It will fly high tomorrow.
Today we are flowers in bud,
Tomorrow will be colorful and charming.
We are who we are,
The red scarf burns on the chest.
Please see you tomorrow.
We will lift mountains and stir rivers,
Hold up the modern motherland,
Fly to the golden goal ...
Questioner: cyan transparent-trainee magician level 2
Best answer
A poem dedicated to Children's Day on June 1st.
Buds are your years.
Wrapped in green leaves
Jiao zhi jiao
Like a smile in my sleep.
Spring is your festival.
Singing is full of your schoolbag.
Just take out a song and say it.
Jump, jump
Prosperity is your waiting.
When you can control the world.
Colorful dreams
Will come true with your creation.
Ah, you are the earliest festival of mankind.
It is also the most permanent expectation of mankind.
You are the earliest enlightenment of mankind.
This is the greatest hope of mankind.