First-grade poetry recitation (1):
Cradle (Author: Tang Shujun)
Lotus leaf is the cradle,
Shake the little frog,
The wind is blowing gently,
The little frog fell asleep.
Woods are cradles,
Baby rocking tiger,
Leaves are floating gently,
Little tiger fell asleep.
First-grade poetry recitation (2);
Home Page (Author: Tang Shujun)
The grass is the home of snakes.
The garden is the home of flowers,
Soil is the home of earthworms,
Trees are the home of leaves,
The forest is the home of animals,
The universe is the home of the earth.
Where did mom and dad go?
Where is my home?
First-grade poetry recitation (3);
If I were (Little Author: Tang Shujun)
If I were a big tree, I would bring fresh air to people.
If I were a bird, I would fly happily in the sky all day.
If I were a little frog, I would help farmers catch pests every day.
If I were the sun, I would bring people light and warmth.
If I were a father, I would get rid of all my shortcomings and discipline my children strictly.
If I were a teacher, I would make my students study hard and let them learn a lot of knowledge.
Reading the first grade poems (4);
What is longer than a leg (Author: Tang Shujun)
Whose beard is longer than his leg?
A shrimp's beard is longer than its legs.
Whose nose is longer than the leg?
An elephant's nose is longer than its legs.
Whose neck is longer than the leg?
A giraffe's neck is longer than its legs.
Whose tail is longer than the leg?
A monkey's tail is longer than its legs.
Whose ears are longer than legs?
Rabbits' ears are longer than their legs.
First-grade poetry recitation (5);
Praise for civilization
It is difficult for a person who does not know civilization to make progress, and it is difficult for a nation who does not know civilization to be truly liberated. Therefore, we should start from ourselves and shoulder the responsibility of self-improvement, so that civilization will always exist in our words and deeds. Because you have civilization, you have everything beautiful!
Being a civilized person is a choice without loss and a profound understanding of the universe and human order. Because civilization itself is relaxed, free and easy, practical, "give me a fulcrum, I can hold up the earth!" " "Civilization is sometimes as incredible as great scientists say.
China is an ancient civilization with a history of 5,000 years. The Chinese nation has always been a civilized and polite country, gentle, elegant and courteous. A person's gestures, voice and smile all reflect a person's temperament and cultivation. Xun Ziyun: "If you don't learn etiquette, you can't stand it. You can't live without manners. It's not good to be rude. Rude is uneasy. " Civilization and etiquette are the foundation of our study and life, and the arm of our healthy growth.
Mr. Tao Xingzhi, an educator in China, has a famous saying: "A thousand teachers teach people to seek truth, and ten thousand students learn to be human." It is said that teachers should first educate students to be sincere people, and students should learn to be civilized people and social people. Only in this way can we truly be "patriotic and law-abiding, humble and honest, United and friendly, diligent and self-reliant, dedicated and dedicated".
These small details from ordinary life may be inconspicuous and easy to be ignored, but their thoughtfulness, comfort and warmth can make people feel like spring breeze, and their hearts are moist.
Perhaps, it is easy to find uncivilized places in life. However, if we find more civilized manners from respecting others, we can purify our hearts more than just condemning bad habits. It evokes a kind of kindness, that is, we should put ourselves in others' shoes and don't want others to do anything to us. Mutual appreciation, mutual respect and mutual care among people are the basis of social harmony.
In this era of attention to detail, a title, a greeting and a move may leave a deep impression on people. The quality of your impression depends on whether your words and deeds come from respect for others, and those who respect others will always respect others. Cultivate etiquette and practice etiquette. Let's start from now on. Let's join hands with the whole school and let the flowers of civilization and etiquette bloom in every corner of the campus.
First-grade poetry recitation (6);
Coal in the stove
Guo Moruo
Ah, my lady!
I will live up to your hospitality,
Don't let me down.
I'm doing this for the people I love.
Burn like this!
Ah, my lady!
You should know my predecessor.
Don't you think I am a reckless slave?
In the chest of my black slave,
As long as there is a heart like fire.
Ah, my lady!
I think my predecessor
Originally a useful pillar,
I've been buried alive for years,
Only now have I seen the light of day again.
Ah, my lady!
Ever since I saw the light again,
I often miss my hometown,
I'm doing this for the people I love.
Burn like this!
First-grade poetry recitation (7):
I stand in front of the map of my motherland.
I had a dream:
Become a god, become immortal,
Give birth to clairvoyance,
Standing at the top,
Look at the mountains;
I used to yearn for:
Like an eagle, like a swallow,
Spread your wings in the wind,
From the mouth of the Yangtze River,
Fly to the water source ...
Take Wan Li Road,
This is my wish;
Reading thousands of books,
Learn to drop water through a stone.
This is not a dream:
At this moment,
I stood in front of the map of my motherland,
Wanshan stands taller than others,
Run to the fundus;
Hundreds of rivers return to the sea,
Into my heart.
Look at these colors.
Are image language:
Golden desert,
Dark brown is a mountain,
Blue is the lake,
Green is the plain,
Light blue is swamp,
Light gray is the bay. ...
Mom, let me tell you something:
I'm healthy,
Eyes as bright as stars,
Eyebrows bent like the moon,
Like a loose body,
If the face blooms,
Because I have one
9,600,000 square kilometres
A huge cradle ...
Mount Everest,
Raise your hand and soar;
Nansha islands,
Unfold the pearl string.
Five mountains compete with each other,
The river sails.
Down the river,
Look at the danger of the Three Gorges;
Climb Mount Tai,
Watching the sunrise is spectacular.
Motherland, mother,
Your arm,
So broad and warm ...
I stood in front of the map of my motherland,
It's like looking at a picture of my mother,
Mom, you're not old,
When I was young.
I say hello to my mother,
Mom smiled and said nothing.
Silence is better than sound,
I know my mother's feelings.
See where there is no railway connection?
Where is the wasteland?
The desert calls for green,
The river missed the power station.
According to the "four modernizations" model,
Make a dress for mom!
I looked at the map of my motherland,
I snuggled up to my mother. ...
First-grade poetry recitation (8):
What color do you like?
I like fiery red color,
Because-
The sun is red,
The flowers are red,
I am a young pioneer,
Our team flag, red scarf,
It's also fiery red.
I like gold,
Because-
Rice is golden,
Harvest autumn is golden,
Our childhood is also golden.
I like snow-white colors,
Because-
The rabbit is white,
Winter is white,
Grandpa is a doctor,
Even his heart is white.
I like pink.
Because-
Lotus is pink,
Peach blossoms are pink,
Butterflies flying in peach blossoms
It is pink, too.
I like gold,
Because-
Sunlight is golden,
The rice fields are golden,
I am full of hope for the future,
My future
It's also gold.
I like grass green,
Because-
Nature is green,
My dream is grass green,
My life is like grass,
Perseverance!
So is my life.
Grass green.
I like colorful colors.
Because-
My dream is colorful.
The picture I draw is in color.
Only by working hard,
Life is also colorful.
The first grade poetry recitation (9):
Mother's love
When I was young,
Mother's love is hidden in her arms,
Grab it, it's hot.
After school.
Mom's love is hidden in the schoolbag,
Carrying it on your back is heavy.
After leaving home,
Mom's love is hidden in the photo,
Look at it and laugh.
Ah!
Mother's love.
You are everywhere,
Right next to me.
Reading first-grade poems (10):
Morning on campus
The wind took away the snoring at night,
The campus wakes up from a sweet dream,
The morning breeze brushed her eyes,
The quiet campus suddenly became lively.
Big sister walked into the campus,
Carrying a schoolbag,
Talking and laughing with classmates.
Big brother ran into the campus,
Have a snack,
Eating with relish.
Pupils skipped into the campus,
Carrying a colorful schoolbag,
Play games with my classmates.
Beautiful class music began,
Like an oriole singing,
The students entered the classroom in an orderly way.
The campus echoed with the sound of reading.
The teacher hurried into the classroom,
With a thick handout in his hand,
Send students a wealth of knowledge,
A new day has begun.