Call for Children s Poems 50, Children s Poems Elementary School Children s Poems

1, "Gloves".

Holy Wild. One of the gloves was missing.

The other glove cried.

I don't know if it's good to hide it in a bag.

It's better to wear it on your hand.

Felt. It's very deserted.

2, "Comfort".

Gu cheng. Green wild grapes.

A small yellowish moon.

Mom was worried.

How to make jam.

I said, "Don't add sugar."

On the fence in the morning.

There is a sweet one.

Red Sun. 3, "Old Grandmother's Teeth".

Zeng Miaorong. Time is a prank, love to make a hole in the teeth of the old grandmother;

The wind was even more naughty, burrowing around in the cave.

Hush! Hush! Hush!

The old grandmother's words took a long time to say:

Go! Go! Go!

It made us laugh.

4, "Little Bird Notes".

Ke Yan. Little birds, little birds, why are you.

Don't sit high in the treetops?

Little birds, little birds, why are you.

On the wires come **Jump?

Got it, got it, you guys are mistaking wires for staves.

Bird note, oh, note birdie

What a beautiful tune ......

5, "Flower Basket".

Chen Shunxue. With tender wicker.

With budding wildflowers.

Weave into a flower basket.

I'm going to put the river in the water.

Fragrant green forest.

Packed inside. Even if winter comes.

Spring in the basket will also bloom.

Note Bird Gloves.

46.Eye.

On white paper.

I draw a pair of eyes.

These eyes. Full of sunshine.

Filled with stars.

Filled with flowers.

It will never shed tears.

In order to make this pair of eyes.

Always full of sunshine.

Filled with stars. Full of flowers.

I'm in my heart. Another pair of eyes were drawn.

These eyes. Haven't seen the sun.

Never seen the stars.

Never seen flowers.

It drained all the tears.

On white paper.

I drew a pair of eyes.

47.Wooden Boat Tree.

It was sawn down, and it was a stout willow tree.

Its heart was hollowed out, and it became a canoe.

But its soul is still there, it is a green heroic spirit.

In this sea of trees, it was also a green flag!

At night, it is docked on the shore, on the shore of a mud pond.

Suddenly, it felt the earth caressing it again.

Give it a call to life.

A few days later, the owner was stunned that his canoe was gone.

Green leaf buds sprouted on it, and it was still a tree!

48.The little sparrow stands on the branch.

Everyone is afraid of winter.

Say that it is cold in winter.

But the little sparrow said no.

On a bare tree.

Reciting short poems. Everybody says it's ugly in winter.

Lonely and lonely without greenery.

The little sparrow stands on the branch.

To the lonely old tree.

Add a slice. Flying leaves.

49.Children's poems about trees.

Towards the rain, towards the sun, stretching out one by one.

Green slap.

Brown Tree, what do you want?

Tell me quickly.

The golden thread of the sun shone brightly, and the silver thread of the rain shone brightly, and I made a garment of gold and silver thread, twisted into brown silk.

50.Dandelion children.

Do I have to fly away Mom.

Can you grow a little bigger?

The outside world is too big.

I was a little scared.

Fly alone. It must be cold.

There is no warm embrace from my mother.

It's still dark and I won't be able to find my way home.

Mommy Mommy. Kiss me again.

Please be sure to remember me.

This time next year.

I will bloom a small golden flower.

It also has a hairball on its head.

Childhood Fun Stories (2 songs).

a) It's late at night.

Grandma's story has been so sleepy that I kowtow and dozel.

Little me. But he still has a look in his eyes.

Helpless, Grandma had to whisper mysteriously.

Go to sleep, you hear a voice outside the door.

The old cat monkey is coming.

Catch the kids who don't sleep at night.

Unexpectedly, this sentence piqued my curiosity.

I didn't pester my grandmother to take me to see it.

How scary old cat monkeys are.

Grandma who is now nearly 100 years old.

Whenever you see me.

It's always a joke.

You can hear it. She still loves me so much.

b) It's dark.

It's darker in the house. Mother knocks on the door.

Child: Are you in the house?

Mom: I'm here, I'm guarding the door.

Why not go out and play.

Have you forgotten I promised you to watch the door at home.

Same as when I was a kid.

I'm still not afraid of the dark.

And the promise is included in the character must.

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I have a pair of hands that can do a lot of things. I can also donate to people with disabilities so that they can feel what it is like to have the fruits of their own sweat. I have a pair of hands that can do a lot of things.

Take us to appreciate the vast sea of books and feel the change of the four seasons. I have a pair of hands, which can appreciate the beauty of the world and do a lot of benevolent and righteous things. I will never forget that I once had such a pair of hands.

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Childhood, is a fresh song.

I use my tender hands.

Compose Japanese characters into strings of musical notes.

Jump at your fingertips.

Childhood, is a pure blue painting.

I look at it with clear eyes.

The years have converged into the Milky Way.

Flowing in the heart.