Children s poems, about three crosses or so

Like, like, like, early, like.

.Spring BirdSpring Bird is a good partner 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.

2.Bamboo shoots quietly.

Arch out of the earth. I want to inquire.

The secret of the green trees in the spring.

Blossoming news.

3.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.

4.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.

Sky blue, sea blue, blue out of blue and better than blue.

The people are high, the mountains are high, and I am higher than the Tiangong test.

It was late at night, and the wind was still on the streets, running around like a lost child.

Sky blue and water green.

The sound of birds is our dream.

Protecting the environment makes us responsible.

Let's start now and take care of our home together.

Flower blankets, falling under the bed, hot and bad floors, cold bad stomach.

The placement of love.

Mommy puts love. Put it in the words of the admonition.

Put it when I'm sick.

Her anxious face.

Daddy puts love. Put it in the words of the reminder.

Put it when I get good grades.

His relieved face.

And I put love. Put it in a kiss full of love.

Put it when I failed the test.

A promise I made to my family.

Children's poetry tree and typhoon.

Tree, why didn't you have no clothes on, bare, who took away your clothes, oh, it turned out to be a typhoon.

1.Snowflakes Snowflakes.

It was the little angel pulling the pillow.

Shake Songqin fell the goose feathers that had been answered in the wild.

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.

2.The colors of the autumn wind.

The autumn wind is yellow.

The autumn wind blows and gestures.

Corn 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.

3.Spring brushes.

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.

The placement of love. Mommy puts love.

Put it in the words of the admonition.

Put it when I'm sick.

Her anxious face.

Daddy puts love. Put it in the words of the potato maker who reminded it.

Put it when I got a good number of early potato results.

He changed his face with relief.

And I put love. Put it in a kiss full of love.

Put it when I failed the test.

A promise I made to my family.

1.Snowflakes. Snowflakes.

It was the little angel pulling the pillow.

Shake off the goose feathers.

It was scattered all over the ground.

Snowflakes. It's Mother Sky.

Cotton wool rented to the earth.

Good Zen emptiness, let it make a warm quilt.

Snowflakes. It's Santa Claus.

A gift for us.

I wish every child health and happiness.

2.The colors of the autumn wind.

The autumn wind is yellow.

The autumn wind is blowing. Corn yellow and clear.

The autumn wind is red.

The autumn wind blows and greets the lead.

The maple leaves are red.

The autumn wind is purple.

The autumn wind is blowing. The grapes are purple and shiny.

3.Spring brushes.

Spring has arrived. Spring Maiden's brush.

A touch of the east. West waved.

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

On days when the flowers are noisy.

Say goodbye to the spring breeze season in June.

All of them are crystal clear.

The heart of incomparable purity blooms.

The emerald green curtain slowly opened.

The little angel with pink and heavy makeup on the stage.

Yang Liu Yang Liu bent his ears sideways, listening to the whispers of the fish in the lake;

When the wind came, he shook his head and told him not to make a sound.