Poetry recitation works of primary school students

Wildflowers on the hillside Wildflowers are in full bloom, and the flowers all over the mountains are like the lips of spring facing the sky. A teenager is singing. Who can hear the vague lyrics clearly? The wild flowers on the hillside, this small, broken color, seem to be fragments of time flowing out of cracks in spring. This heartbreaking beauty is even a little beautiful. Wild flowers in the distant sun, wild flowers in the rain, died on this mountain without any regrets. Who can see this scene if he has no comfort in roaming? Who can not be ashamed if he feels more and more pain in the face of the wild flowers on this hillside? The wind is blowing. The sound of the wind and the sun are intertwined. Who is not whipped by the whip of all things? The lost will disappear forever, and I will continue to travel on the earth. Who knows the secret of wild flowers? My tears will soon disappear, how can I not come out?