Children s poems about the Motherland, short and easy to understand, !!!!!!!

I think (1) I want to turn my little hands into three autumn laurels, fragrant to the universe, and even Chang'e looks back frequently.

I want to turn my feet into gurgling water, and let the mother river.

Forever sailing.

I want to put eyes.

Turning into the moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the child under the banyan tree I want to put the body.

Turning into fertile land, let the barren land of the northwest also have the fragrance of wheat.

I think (2) I want to hang my ears high in the air and always be vigilant, so that criminals have nowhere to hide.

The song of the hometown is a clear flute.

It always rings on a moonlit night.

The face of his hometown is a vague melancholy.

It's like waving goodbye in the fog.

After parting, nostalgia is a tree without growth rings.

When I was a child, nostalgia was a small stamp.

I'm on this side, and my mother is on the other side.

Growing up, nostalgia is a narrow ticket.

I'm on this end and the bride is on that end.

Later, nostalgia is a low grave.

I'm outside, my mother is inside.

And now nostalgia is a shallow strait.

I'm on this side, and the continent is on the other side.

Check it up on Google, it should be, it's much better!

I love you like rice.

The autumn breeze blows gently, and pieces of red butterflies and yellow butterflies fly down from the trees.

Fly to the lawn and cover Xiaocao with a warm quilt, Xiaocao nodded gratefully.

Flying into the river, the little fish used the leaves as a boat, and lay on it beautifully in the sun.

Flying to the house, the roof seems to be paved with a layer of golden tiles, and the house looks even more majestic and beautiful.

Fly into the bushes and give the baby tree fertilizer to make it grow quickly.

Flying to the earth, the earth was dressed in a colorful garment, and the children stepped on it as if playing music.

The color of love.

Mom, I love you.

My love comes from the depths of my heart.

The colors of love are different.

Just like a rainbow is colorful.

My love is purple.

Daddy's love is green.

Mommy's love is red.

Everyone's love is different.

So the colors of love are colorful.

The spring rain ticked, ticked, it rained lightly, and the willow tree said, "Down, down, I want to sprout."

The pear tree said, "Go down, go down, I want to bloom."

Mai Miao said, go down, go down, I want to grow up.

The banana tree likes heat and is afraid of cold, but why.

Holding a big fan all over your body?

1."Daddy".

Daddy is happy when he is happy.

Speak very loudly.

The ceilings will shake.

When Dad was sad.

Dumbfounded.

Like a wooden man.

When Dad is angry.

It's like a volcanic eruption.

Who touched. Whoever is unlucky.

2.Spring Bird. Spring Bird is a good companion of the Golden Voice.

Early in the morning every day.

Wake me up from my dreams.

Mom said that the spring bird was calling me.

She asked me to go with her into the great forest.

Listen to nature's moving chorus.

3.Bamboo shoots quietly.

Arch out of the earth. I want to inquire.

The secret of the green trees in the spring.

Blossoming news.

4.Pomegranate. Pomegranate blossoms.

It was Aunt Xia who tied it.

Bright ribbon.

The pomegranate fruit is ripe.

It's Qiu's mother shaking.

Harvest of red bells.

5.Straw hat. Small holes in the straw hat.

It's me who gives the sun.

Door after door opened.

You see, the sun is coming down.

They mischievously stepped on my shadow.

My shadow left their footprints.

6.Bud buds. Spring has arrived.

The weather is warmer.

Hurry up and come out.

The bud bud should not only show a small head.

How beautiful the bark is on the outside.

Hurry up and come out.

The sun will give you.

Dress in green. The spring breeze will be given to you.

Sweet dew drops.

7.Fishing fire. The night is quiet.

The river is a good boy.

Listen to Mother Moon.

Slept, the fisherman lit the fire.

The river is like opening its eyes.

Talking in a dream.

Snowflakes Snowflakes.

It was the little angel pulling the pillow.

Shake off the goose feathers.

It was scattered all over the ground.

Snowflake is Mother Sky.

Cotton wool rented to the earth.

So that it can be made into a warm quilt.

Snowflake is Santa Claus.

A gift for us.

I wish every child health and happiness.

Children's poem The Colors of the Autumn Wind '

The autumn wind is yellow.

The autumn wind blows, and the corn is yellow and clear.

The autumn wind is red.

The autumn wind blows, and the maple leaves are red.

The autumn wind is purple.

The autumn wind blows, and the grapes are purple.

Children's poem Spring Brush'

Spring has arrived, and the spring girl's brush.

A touch of the east and a wave of the west.

The snow melted, the willows turned green, the peach blossoms red, the pear blossoms bloomed, and we smiled.

On the afternoon of hoeing day, the bomb was planted in the soil. Whoever will steal my food, fry it into two hundred and five.

Write it yourself!!

The little mouse, on the lampstand, stealing oil, can't get down, gurgling and rolling down.