Primary school poetry prose, primary school poetry recitation three selected essays

The storm is mighty. You charge to the slaughter on the brutal battlefield.

The glory built through hard work.

In the eventful years, the triumphant song was loud and bright.

Hope is like starry sky.

Sprinkled everywhere in the land of China.

You write down the prescriptions by hand.

And the nation straightened its back.

It also strengthened the belief of the strivers.

This will unswervingly reach the dream of revival.

Every step converges with a glimmer of light.

It was the most beautiful chapter of our time.

At this moment, the advancing giant ship went to break the waves.

At this moment, we will sing with our hearts.

At this moment, happiness means a lot.

Hello Sun.

The sun walks in the sky. He's seen the most, he's heard the most stories, he's known the most.

He knew that the children liked to go to the river, so he gave out light and warmth, melted the snow on the top of the mountain, and let the clear and bright water flow in the river.

He knew that the children liked to go to the woods to play, so he emitted light and warmth, so that the trees could be green and sprout, so that the earth would be covered with green and new life would be active.

He knew that the children loved to eat fruits, so he emitted light and warmth, so that the melon fields grew honey, and the fruit groves were full of sweetness.

He knew that children liked flowers, so he emitted light and warmth, making them bloom and let the earth spread fragrance.

He knew that children like birds, so they emitted light and warmth, and when the sun and warmth moistened the birds' singing voices, they poured their love into singing in praise of nature.

He has seen the sun, every corner of the world, all the good in the world, and all the bad in the world; He saw all the beautiful things in the world, and he saw all the ugly things in the world.

The sun loves kind people.

The sun loves industrious people.

The sun loves the wise.

The sun loves brave people.

The sun loves children the most. He loves all the children who come down to the sun, the children who love the white **, and the children who love the yellow**; Children who love black ** also love brown ** children. Because, he can pin the hope of human ideals in his children.

Hello Sun. "The children of Asia greet the sun;

Hello Sun. "The children of Europa greet the sun;

Hello Sun. "The children of Africa greet the sun;

Hello Sun. "The children of America greet the sun.

Hello kids! "- Children, do you hear the sound of the sun? Do you hear the sun greeting you?

The sun is smiling and walking in the sky.

Yellow **, black hair, black eyes, let my body flow with the blood of the descendants of Yan and Huang!

Traveling to the Yellow Mountain, climbing the Great Wall, and crossing the Three Gorges, let me wander freely in the green mountains and green waters, learn astronomy, geography, and history, and let me swim in the ocean of knowledge!

2, "I Like It".

I love spring flowers, conceived in winter and born in spring, releasing a faint fragrance.

I love the summer rain, which falls unexpectedly from the sky and brings refreshing coolness on a hot summer day.

I love the smell of rice in autumn, when I open my sleepy eyes and step out of the room to breathe in the fresh air, the rich smell of rice comes to my nose.

I love the winter sun, in the confused morning fog, in the cold winter, adding warmth, hope!

3, "I Think".

I want to put the little hand of the moon on the branch of the peach tree.

With a bunch of buds, holding thousands of rays of sunshine, yoya, yo - you sing the sound of spring.

I want to put my feet on the roots of the willow tree.

Reach into the wet and soft earth, soak up the sweet nourishment, and grow, grow—grow into a green tent.

I want to put my eyes on a kite.

Look at how soft the white clouds are, look at how bright the sun is, look, look-

Blue skies are my classroom.

I want to plant myself in the spring land.

It becomes a small grass, green and shining, and it becomes a small flower and blooms beautifully.

Becoming catkins and dandelions is my greatest wish.

I'll fly, fly—fly to a distant place.

However, when flying to a distant place, you have to discuss it with your parents.

Elementary school students reciting poems: singing praises to the school.

Chapter 1: Campus Morning.

The wind took away the snoring of the night, the campus woke up from a sweet dream, the morning breeze rubbed her eyes, and the quiet campus suddenly became hot and commotional.

The eldest sister came to the campus, carrying a schoolbag, talking and laughing with her classmates.

The big brother ran into the campus, holding snacks and eating them with relish.

The little students jumped into the campus, carrying colorful schoolbags and playing games with their classmates.

1, "Winter Thoughts".

The autumn wind rises, and the leaves fall.

Standing in the wind, you can feel a little cool.

Picking up a leaf, a wave of sadness suddenly swelled up in my heart.

Leaves, leaves.

Why do you wither in the fall?

Why wouldn't you? I wish there would be no more fallen leaves when I walked beside the trees.

I wish there was a place where the trees were green all year round.

I love green, and I like the green world even more.

The beautiful class ** sounded, just like the yellow warbler singing, the students walked into the classroom in an orderly manner, and the sound of reading echoed in the campus.

The teacher hurriedly walked into the classroom, holding a thick handout in his hand, bringing a wealth of knowledge to the students, and a new day began to ......

Chapter 2: Alma mater.

Great alma mater, you are the spring sun, slowly rising, let us have warmth, we are touched by you, we are proud of you.

You are the wings that take us to soar in the space of knowledge;

You are the water, quietly flowing into our bodies.

You are the wind, blowing us away and letting us have a better tomorrow.

Your selfless dedication has made us the most beautiful flower in the world.

My small heart, bloom for you, may my alma mater become more and more beautiful.

"Homesickness" when I was a child.

Nostalgia is a small stamp.

I'm on this end. Mother is over there.

When I grow up. Nostalgia is a narrow ticket.

I'm on this end. The bride is on that end.

Later, ah. Homesickness is a low grave.

I'm out there. Mother is inside.

And now. Nostalgia is a shallow strait.

I'm on this end. The continent is on that end.

"You are the April Day in the World".

I said that you are the April day of the world, and laughter lights up the wind; The light spirit dances and changes in the glory of spring.

You are the clouds and smoke in the early April sky, the soft wind blowing at dusk, the stars shining unintentionally, and the drizzle falling in front of the flowers.

That light, that graceful you are, Xianyan, you wear the crown of a hundred flowers, you are innocent, solemn, you are the full moon of the night.

After the snow melts, the goose yellow, you like; Fresh budding green, you are; Tender and joyful, the water floats the white lotus you are looking forward to in your dreams.

You are the blossom of a tree, the swallow murmuring among the beams, you are love, warmth, hope, you are the April day in the world.