Regarding primary school poetry 1, you have to ask me, what is the motherland?
I'm glad to tell you:
Swallow's motherland is its mud nest, how persistent it is to come back every spring;
The ant's motherland is its nest, and it rarely takes a break every day to move soil and transport grain;
Fruit's motherland is its flower, and singing loudly is not tiring at all;
The motherland of a bee is its hive, and no one can take away the sweetness of brewing!
You have to ask me, who is my motherland?
I will proudly tell you:
The name of my motherland is China,
It has a long history and a vast territory.
The Yangtze River, the Great Wall, Huangshan Mountain and Yellow River,
Fifty-six nationalities, many celebrities!
I also want to tell you loudly:
My fairy tales also have my motherland and my heart!
Poetry about Primary School 2 Spring Girl came to our side unconsciously, so that we can feel the breath of Spring Girl everywhere.
Spring girl quietly got into the soil, the land became soft, and the grass gradually grew green buds.
Spring girl quietly jumped into the glacier, the ice and snow melted, and the spring water slowly gathered into a flowing stream.
Miss Chun quietly hid in the clouds, surrounded by clouds, and only heard the drizzle rustling. ...
When the spring girl comes, the earth is full of vitality and the scene of spring is full.
About Primary School Poetry 3 It rains in spring.
Dead trees grow new branches.
Buds burst through the ground.
Flowers are blooming everywhere.
(early) morning
I carry a schoolbag on my back.
Walking with a song
On the way to school
spring rain
Say it and come down.
frog
Drill a mud hole
Jumping around, singing and dancing
swallow
Fly in from the north
Fly close to the earth and coil
farmer
The fields are busy with spring ploughing.
Youlitian
We have to send fertilizer.
Sowing ...
Ah! spring rain
Where is your rain?
You are obviously the milk of a loving mother.
Water the earth
earth
Because of you.
Full of energy.
farmer
Because of you.
See the hope of a bumper harvest
Ah! I want to be a drop of rain.
Mixed in the continuous spring rain
Send to the bud
In each cell,
Let the bud grow into a towering tree
Grow into a pillar of the country
About primary school poem 4, sugar is not as sweet as mom's love.
Tea is not as strong as mom's love.
Mountain, not as high as maternal love,
Water is not as deep as maternal love.
The song is not as good as mom's love,
Painting is not as beautiful as my mother's love.
The sky is not as vast as mom's love,
Sunshine is not as warm as mom's love.
This is mom's love.
Five nursery rhymes about primary school poetry;
Sit in rows and eat fruit, one for you and one for me, and none for the baby.
A short nursery rhyme runs through moral education. Ask the baby why he left one for the baby. If the baby can't talk, tell him that everyone has it. If the baby is not here, leave one and eat it when the baby comes back.
Children's song 2:
One, two, three, four, five, I went up the mountain to shoot the tiger, but the tiger missed. I hit the little squirrel. How many squirrels are there? I will count them, over and over again, one, two, three, four, five.
In this nursery rhyme, let the baby know the numbers easily and lay the foundation for learning mathematics in the future. Surprisingly, mathematics can be learned through children's songs.
Children's song 3:
Snowflakes are floating in the sky, and I sweep them away. Make a snowman and wear little red riding hood. Close your mouth and eyes, and the snowman smiles at me.
This nursery rhyme is about: when it snows, make a snowman outside with your baby, let your baby experience the process of snowflake floating, sweeping and making a snowman, and let your baby know the color and temperature of snow.
Children's song 4:
The wind doesn't blow, the trees don't shake, and the birds don't crow. A good baby should sleep and close his eyes.
This nursery rhyme has a literary artistic conception. Every day when the mother puts the baby to sleep, she will pat the baby and sing children's songs slowly, and the baby will soon fall asleep. Children's songs become baby's lullabies.
Children's song 5:
Dear rabbit, open the door. Open it quickly. I want to come in. Don't open it, don't open it. No one will open it until my mother comes back.
Rabbit, open the door. I want to come in when my mother comes back. Go, go, go. I will open the door when my mother comes back.
This nursery rhyme is more suitable for babies. When you first learn to speak, you should have a simple education. For example, a mother can ask her baby if she wants to open the door when she comes home. Where's dad? What about grandparents? This can properly guide and educate the baby's consciousness after listening to children's songs.
On primary school students' poetry 6. Primary school students thank their teachers for their poetry recitation.
Thank you, teacher.
You are the morning star at night.
You are the clear sky during the day.
You are a breeze under the scorching sun.
You are the eaves in the rain.
You are the sea;
You are mountains and rivers.
You have shaped my soul.
You are a rocket carrying a satellite.
You are a compass at sea.
You're, like, into it,
You pay.
You are our most beloved teacher.
You taught us that "learning without thinking is useless, thinking without learning is dangerous".
You taught us that "mins are eager to learn and are not ashamed to ask questions."
You taught us "don't do small good, don't do small evil".
You taught us "Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you".
You teach us knowledge and learn to be a man.
Teacher, it is you who hold up our tomorrow with your arms.
I want to say "thank you!" We want to say, "Thank you, teacher! " "
Poetry 7 about primary school: Rain falls.
A gust of wind blew away.
Green leaves are tumbling in the wind.
Shan Quan Yi Lu Chan
Wormwood and mint smell good.
Gardenia petals upturned.
The sun kissed my eyes.
Everything is full of longing.
Yu Yan Jiangnan
Lin Liu Yiyang fu noodles
Reed blows in that direction on the water.
Why are you so melancholy?
Immersed in my mood, your color
The news of spring is for you.
White catkins one after another.
Blow in your direction
About Primary School Poetry 8 Spring Rain Continues
Over a big dragonfly
Who is he?
He's China!
Thousands of years ago
He is still sleeping.
But now,
He has left China.
He wants to use his charm.
Shook the world! ! !
We Chinese sons and daughters should be "China" for our motherland.
Come on, come on!
Our 56 ethnic groups
Will shout for him
Proud to shout:
Motherland, Motherland, I love you!
About Primary School Poetry 9 Every morning,
We all walked happily,
Come to campus.
I remember every time I was sad,
Send away my dear classmates,
Leave campus.
Gradually,
The teacher's face has many wrinkles.
We have grown up, too.
80 classmates, 80 hearts,
They all left a deep memory in the teacher's heart.
Six years!
We have forged a deep friendship in our hearts.
We'll be apart soon,
I really don't give up.
Graduated,
I really want to talk to my teachers and classmates.
But time waits for no one,
We split up.
That day,
We cried.
I can't bear to leave my eyes.
The eyes left behind are expectation.
Graduated,
In a blink of an eye, it has been a year.
I went back to see my teacher today,
Everyone is very happy!
About the primary school poem 10 blue sky,
Bright sunshine,
White clouds are floating leisurely in the air.
Everything revives,
The earth is fragrant,
The grass covered the earth with green clothes.
Rich and colorful,
Spring is full,
Flowers bloom and smiles are bright.
The spring breeze is very warm,
Willow leaves weeping willows spitting green,
The branches danced gracefully in the swaying. ...
Spring is warm and pleasant,
The spring season is intoxicating and fascinating.
Spring is full, poetic and picturesque.
I want to write a hymn in spring.
On Primary School Poetry 1 1 Grateful Poetry Recitation Draft: "Always Have a Grateful Heart"
Fallen leaves hover in the air,
Painted a touching picture
That is the tree's gratitude for the nourishment of the earth.
The waves churned and sang in the sea.
Write a grateful movement.
At that time, the waves praised the sea that nurtured the tower.
Don't complain that God has given you too many ups and downs.
Don't sigh that fate has too many twists and turns.
Always have a grateful heart.
We experience the happiness of life and grow up in the sunshine of love.
Some people say-
The essence of kindness is to have a grateful heart.
Others said-
Gratitude is a virtue in the world and is supreme.
I thank my parents for giving me precious life and raising us to grow up healthily.
I am grateful to my teachers, because they took me to taste the nectar of knowledge and told me the dream of flying youth.
Thanksgiving dear party, because it has created a peaceful and stable environment for us, and spread sunshine to make new seedlings grow sturdily.
Thanks to the great motherland, because it has given us the dignity of China people and stood in the east of the world.
How many times have I fallen asleep with a feeling of happiness?
How many times have I imagined the future with tears of emotion?
Learn to be grateful, and you will face the challenges of life piously.
Learn to be grateful and embark on a journey of life with joy and love.
Gratitude is a kind of strength.
Gratitude is a state.
Have a grateful heart.
We will have a happy, happy and bright future.
Poetry recitation: "Thanksgiving to parents and teachers"
A: When I was young.
Mother washes my feet every day.
Wash away my naughty and naughty day by day.
I've grown up.
I also wash my mother's feet.
But it won't wash off.
Mother's care and efforts day after day.
A: Mom is an oil lamp.
Burned his life's hard work.
Grow up with me
Mom is the sun.
Dedicated all the heat.
Turn the cold season into a heater hanging in your heart.
A: Mom.
Your nagging is my hypnotic ballad.
I really want to hug in your arms forever.
A: I really want to kneel on your knees forever and ever.
He: Wash your feet silently.
thank
My grandparents once told me.
Children, you are all a happy generation.
Living in deep care every day.
I want to say to my grandparents:
Yes, thanks to you,
Gave us everything.
Your head is white, too
Mom and dad once told me.
Children, you are all a lucky generation.
Live in the warm sunshine every day.
B: I want to tell my parents;
Yes, thanks to you.
Created everything for us.
Your forehead is covered with wrinkles.
The teacher once told me the same thing.
Students, you are all a happy generation.
Carefree and free every day.
Spread your ideal wings.
Soaring in the sea of knowledge
I want to say to the teacher:
Yes, thanks to you.
How much effort have we made?
But your young figure is engraved on the blackboard, homework and books.
At this moment, I want to become a bouquet of fragrant flowers.
Open it in front of grandparents' window.
Let the smile stay on your face forever.
A: At this moment, I want to become a tireless breeze.
Bring cool to mom and dad.
No more sweating
At this moment, I want to make a cup of green tea.
Let the teacher's voice be round forever, no longer hoarse.
He: At this moment, I want to snuggle up in your arms.
Say deeply: thank you!
On primary school poetry 12 1, twinkle, little star
Twinkling stars, the sky is full of small stars, hanging in the sky shining like thousands of small eyes.
Twinkling stars, the sky is full of little stars. The sun sets slowly in the west, and crows flock home.
The stars blinked their little eyes until dawn.
2. "Four Seasons Nursery Rhymes"
Spring came quietly like a gentle little sister, taking away the frozen river, beautiful flowers, thick cotton-padded jacket and warm breeze.
In summer, imitation brush is a cheerful little brother, running happily, taking away people's sweaters, dark green leaves, refreshing breeze and burning sun.
In autumn, an ordinary husband is a kind mother. She walks slowly and takes away the scorching sun, blue sky, delicate flowers and the joy of harvest.
In winter, imitating a serious uncle, he gradually came and took away the flaming maple leaves, the snow all over the sky, the hard work of farming and the wishes of the New Year.
3. Little ants
An ant is at the mouth of the cave. When he saw a bean, he couldn't move it, so he shook his head.
The little ant thought about it, came up with a good idea, went back to the cave and invited his good friends to recite it together.
Step 4 count ducks
A flock of ducks are swimming under the bridge in front of the door. Come on, come on, one of the best. Quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack.
I can't count how many ducks there are.
Grandpa is driving a duck, his beard is gray, he is singing hometown plays and telling jokes. Children, children, go to school quickly.
Don't bring duck eggs home.
Step 5 catch loach
The pond is full of water and the rain has stopped. The mud around the field is full of loaches. I'm waiting for you to catch them every day.
Brother, let's catch loach. Brother calf took him to catch loach.
On primary school poem 13 1, the world after the rain
Cloudy sky,
It looks sad.
Tick tock! Tick tock! It's raining,
Who is crying?
Looking at one raindrop after another,
Say hello to the earth.
Raindrops fall on flowers and grass,
Also fell into my heart.
Rain brings good mood,
Raindrops bring new life.
Raindrop sent a gift,
Shining rainbow bridge,
Give people unlimited surprises.
Xiaohua is very satisfied,
Today's new clothes are here.
White clouds are free in the sky,
I crossed the rainbow bridge,
Little Joe winked at me,
Tell me the secret after the rain stops.
Tell me to keep a good mood at all times.
The visit of raindrops,
Let the earth be full of life,
Let every place be full of vitality.
Look!
Animals come out to enjoy the beautiful scenery,
Listen!
Birds sing for fun,
Smell it!
Flowers and grass exude fragrance.
As it turns out,
The earth after the rain,
How touching and beautiful!
I like that after a light rain,
I like cool,
I like the beautiful scenery.
Especially the water drops that stay on the flowers,
It can shake my heart the most.
I can't forget it,
Hide the true touch inside.
2. Naughty clouds
Naughty clouds,
I like to tease Grandpa Sun every time.
Let Father Sun perform for a while.
Let Father Sun take a curtain call.
Let Grandfather Sun be so tired that he breathes like an ox.
Naughty clouds,
It acts like a magician every time.
Sometimes become rabbits.
Sometimes it becomes a dragon.
Sometimes it becomes a tiger.
Various shapes can be changed,
When he performed naughtily,
People are cheering and jumping below.
Naughty clouds,
Make the sky cry every time,
His father will fly into a rage and scold him.
But,
To stop the sky from crying,
Clouds will become painters,
It will paint with superb skills,
Leave a beautiful rainbow.
About primary school poetry 14 autumn,
Is a beautiful girl,
There was a big smile on her face,
Bright eyes are as bright as spring water.
Her mind is as clear as the blue sky,
Her long black hair fluttered in the breeze.
She threw away her flowing skirt,
Keep out the strong sunshine in summer.
She lifted the heavy fruit,
Let all the fields smell of harvest.
Sorghum saw her,
I blushed with excitement.
Rice saw her,
I couldn't keep back from laughing.
Fenglin warmly extended his welcome arm,
Every leaf is trembling and rustling,
Like countless burning torches shaking.
Pomegranate also selflessly opened her chest,
Ah!
A gift for Qiu-
Red agate pomegranate seeds are sweet and fragrant.
Autumn,
She made the farmer's uncle laugh,
Tons of grain are piled up in the barn!
Miss Qiu,
It's her,
Let this peaceful world,
Full of new hope!
On the primary school poem 15, a short poem "Ode to Shenzhou Spaceship",
Excited the whole family.
Grandparents said:
Yang Liwei's Space Success
This means that China will take off,
Mom and dad said:
Our country is implementing it
The "Chang 'e Project" to the Moon!
I said, when I grow up,
I want to apply for an astronaut,
Fly into space,
Celebrate with friends from the International Space Station!
By then, I will be in the sky.
Sing "Dongfanghong" to grandparents,
I also want to tell the story of spring
Sing to mom and dad from space.
By then, I will write a song.
The latest and most beautiful poem,
Recite to the sun,
To the moon, to the stars. ...
Recite to the Yangtze River,
Go to the Yellow River and the Great Wall. ...
Recite to our dear motherland,
Every Kobanawa, every window lattice!
Ah, National Day greetings,
Bless national day,
Brought out all the innocence,
Weave a rainbow,
Our beautiful dreams are connected with the rainbow,
Write down our innocence on the rainbow.
Affectionate-
Motherland, soaring motherland,
Your frequent good news
Urging us to grow up quickly,
Look at thousands of red scarves.
Spread its burning wings,
Welcome the bright dawn tomorrow!