The manuscript of poetry recitation by primary school students in grade one and grade three
My dream is to be a painter.
With a colored pen,
Draw a beautiful childhood.
My dream,
Is to be a writer,
Write beautiful sentences,
Take children to the road of literature.
My dream,
Is to become an English teacher,
In fluent language,
Build a bridge from China to the world.
I have many dreams,
I want to have unlimited magic,
Put all the pain and sorrow in the world,
Have become happy and happy.
I also want to be a tree,
Green branches,
In order to purify the air,
Bring people fresh air and beautiful environment.
Primary school students' second and third grade poetry reading manuscripts
Listen, the sound of autumn,
Rice bends and bends,
This is a farewell to summer.
Listen,
The sound of autumn,
The naughty apple hit me on the head.
Knock, knock, knock,
Make everyone laugh.
Swallows catch up with the sun,
Leave a warm reminder;
Autumn wind blows across the fields,
Send a joy of harvest.
Listen,
The sound of autumn,
Come in a hurry from a distance,
Walk away in a hurry.
Listen,
We heard the sound of autumn.
The manuscript of poetry reading by the third grade students in the third grade of primary school
I love my campus as much as my home. On campus,
I love my beloved teacher,
I love my dear classmates,
I love everything here.
I love my campus as much as my home.
On campus,
The spacious classroom is the living room.
A clean chair is a sofa.
Made up a beautiful home.
I love my campus as much as my home.
On campus,
A pleasant image,
Hearty laughter,
Formed a happy family.
I love my campus as much as my home.
On campus,
An amiable teacher is like a mother.
Lively and lovely classmates are like brothers.
Formed a happy family.
Look! Butterflies dance with the sound of Lang Lang's book.
Listen! Birds are singing praises to the beautiful campus.
Smelled it,
The fragrant and charming flowers come to the nose.
Ah! I love my beautiful campus and lovely home!
The manuscript of poetry recitation for pupils in grade four or three.
If I were a ray of sunshine. I should also shine the last light:
This land surrounded by happiness,
This forever stirs the river of our youth,
This endless river runs forward,
The red sun at dawn ...
-Then I disappeared.
Even the last ray of light was buried under the soil.
Why is my light full of joy?
Because I am full of hope for this land. ...
The manuscript of poetry recitation for primary school students in grade five or three.
Mom, mom, don't cry! How many quiet nights,
Seeing you sad and helpless,
I'm as miserable as you are,
Mom, mom, don't cry!
Seeing your red eyes,
I'll yell at the chemical plant,
No longer defile your mind;
Mom, mom, don't cry!
Seeing your scarred skin,
I'll be with the sanitation workers,
Gently apply it to your wound;
Mom, mom, don't cry!
I know animals are your favorite baby,
I will stop people from hunting and logging,
Let the Tibetan antelope not be bullied by humans,
Let the birds have a warm shelter;
Dear Mother Earth,
Please don't cry!
The children will take good care of you,
Will be treasured forever
You left us the best gift!