Children's Poetry in June

Flowers bloom and fall, laughter is sweet, and June is fragrant. The white duck is swimming in the clear water, and both boats are rowing with wooden paddles. Chang 'e envies Children's Day, and the Weaver Girl is lazy to be a fairy. Who is in charge of Yaotai? Xin Lei in her childhood. In the noisy days of flowers, June bid farewell to the season of spring breeze, and the emerald curtains of crystal pure soul slowly opened on the stage, and the little angel babbled in detail about the colorful stories full of trees. Who covered his excited eyes with a wet red handkerchief? Go to sleep, dear, it's already dark, and Black Lightning's tear has been sewn up, so don't worry about the rain coming in. I don't need to stay on the edge of your dream, use my roots to protect you, protect me and protect the night. The only candle, cold hands, your bed is as clear as waves, and the wind hides the clouds well. Come and play deep water with you tomorrow. Go to sleep, baby. You have fallen. You drew Hongqiao on the knocker and drank water in the lake. I see you again after all these years. On this late autumn shore, baby, I hold your swimming fish in my arms. My heart dances like clouds and sunshine in London in May. After the fog cleared, the river gave way to the grass, just like I let you go and ran away. Your round face has been in a daze all autumn, just like me. I remember when you closed your eyes in a daze. In the afternoon, you convey fragrance and drizzle. In the afternoon, you blushed and the sun shone. You have blossomed on the lake, and the moonlight is a little cold tonight, separated by weeping willows. Therefore, the memory is a bit long and a bit sad. Baby, I sleep with you, and sleep transparently and beautifully. Let me sleep like you. Let the clouds turn blue, let the birds return to their nests, and make the chapped lips soft again. Baby, go to sleep. I will always remember my childhood. When I was a child, my mother told me that when you grow up, you can go far away, walk a long way and travel all over Qian Shan. At that time, I looked forward to ... I looked forward to it. When I grow up, I can fly away like an adult and walk a long way in life. I have traveled all over Qianshan's childhood memories. Childhood is always beautiful and warm in my dreams. Very pure. My mother drew a beauty mole on her forehead when her daughter was five years old, and it has been stuck in her heart 30 years ago today. Mom/mom's mother also posted one for her, which is this beauty mole. My mother has been hiding for 30 years, and my daughter is flying on the festival road. Mother walked on the beauty spot where her daughter jumped, and a string of Sugar-Coated Berry flew to Sugar-Coated Berry shouting the bow on her little daughter's head, so she kissed the old lady's forehead. Then on June 1 ST, a fiery beauty spot was reflected in the mirror. The old lady smiled brightly and the candied haws were dripping. She also told a story, "I posted it to my daughter. One-more than 30 years ago, it was not so fresh now. " My little daughter suddenly made the old lady bend over. She took off the beauty mole on her forehead and stuck it on her forehead and said, "Grandma, happy June 1!" " In the morning, we released a flock of white pigeons. We released a flock of white pigeons. On the morning of Children's Day, the morning glow of the morning sun shines through countless transparent hearts. The flying dove took away all our blessings, ideals, hopes and longings! Pigeons whistle over the campus where the five-star red flag Ran Ran rises. We bowed to the solemn national flag. The blood and life of outstanding Chinese sons and daughters have dyed the national flag red, and the belief that a nation and a country should have sovereignty and respect the motherland above all else has been deeply implanted in our hearts. The burning soul of the Chinese nation has been reborn. Strings of singing white clouds are swimming in the clear sky of Wan Li. We are like growing trees, seedlings and flowers. In the warm embrace of the motherland, in the bright classroom, we learn the nutrition of knowledge. In the lively playground, we let go of our childhood feelings. In a strange network, we try our best to practice our high-tech skills. In our childish fantasies, we landed on Venus and Mercury again and again. 6. Our festive flowers and colorful flags and beautiful balloons laugh at our happy mood, but we prefer to weave our smiling faces like flowers into a huge garland.