Suitable for elementary school students to run a wall newspaper with a small poem about 5 1

Where does the world come from?

Labor to create.

Where does happiness come from?

Labor to create.

Labor is the most glorious, and labor is respected.

Since childhood, I have loved to work and be a good student.

Stand at the head of Red May.

Go deep into the midst of the workers.

Feel the jumping notes in the sun.

Accidentally dripping down.

Touched the silent fruit forest.

Silent earth.

Suddenly, the energetic song of labor sounded.

It reverberates in the hearts of hundreds of millions of workers.

Reverberates between the blue sky and white clouds.

The sound of birds falling from the trees was heard.

Morning with red colors.

Can't help but sunshine.

Rain and dew, spring breeze.

It is urging the flower of civilization in the city.

Urging the fruits of rural labor.

Fantastic views.

Under the fluttering notes.

The song of labor is sung happily.

The Song of Labor brings the good news of spring sowing.

Take away Xia Yun's hopes.

Make the earth full of poetry.

Let the golden autumn dye the painting.

The song of labor will never fade.

Musical notes continue to arch from the ground.

Abundant fruit.

Delicious and sweet.

The spring breeze and spring rain swept through the field, startling a layer of green.

High-speed rail towers and layers of power distribution networks hang a busy scene of maintenance line workers.

The wind is playing on the wires with a warm hand.

Cheerful music, in solitude.

Sing an accompaniment song for the workers in the vast sand sea, the barren Gobi.

Because of their presence, they suddenly increased their vigorous and high-spirited complexion.

In order to let the small town on the edge of the desert have the light that never sleeps, and for the tens of millions of workers to use electricity safely and continuously.

To build the Motherland, our electrical workers.

From the fifth watch, return to the moonlight, fight sandstorms, patrol lines, overhaul, and eliminate shortages.

From the barren field to the noisy street market, from the overhead line to every corner of the ground cable, carefully inspect to prevent every hidden danger from slipping through the ......

This is the Lightbringer.

For the feast of their own laborers.

The truest hymn.

Where does the world come from?

Labor to create.

Where does happiness come from?

Labor to create.

Labor is the most glorious, and labor is respected.

Love to work since childhood, be a good child.

Related to May Day, such as labor, holidays, happy things, it is best to ask for the opinions of your classmates!

I'm an elementary school student, can I send you our teacher's hair, or not?

I wish you a happy May 1st holiday.

Haha, that's amazing, you guys!

Haha, it's better to come out on your own.

Isn't there already in Baidu?

1, "I don't want to grow up".

I don't want to grow up ......

We come from the scent of the earth.

By the glow of bamboo slips and oracle bone inscriptions.

Illuminate the magic of hieroglyphs.

Enjoy the style of gold, wood, water, fire and earth!

We come from the scrolls of the hundred schools of thought.

Follow the steps of the ancestors.

In search of the riverbed of materialism and dialectics.

Bow down to the princes of heaven and earth one by one.

We came from the drumbeat of the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.

Follow in the footsteps of thousands of troops.

The bloody dusk of the vertical and horizontal is hung and closed.

Feel nostalgic in the legend of Wen Tao Wuluo!

We came from the moss of Qin bricks and Han tiles.

The heroism measured by the rivers and mountains.

Build the back of people's hearts into the Great Wall.

Sigh in the stormy meeting of the emperor and the general!

We come from the ink fragrance of Tang and Song poems.

Holding a glow-in-the-dark glass full of wine.

Listen to the sound of the corner of the border village blowing the cold night lament of the women.

Let the sorrow and farewell bleached the autumn moon in the heart of the river.

We come from the rhyme of the Yuanqu Qiang flute.

Look at the wind chimes swaying in the west wind of the ancient road.

I can't always call back the heartbroken man who travels alone at the end of the world.

The lost mandarin duck cried June into snow!

We came from the plot of the Ming and Qing dynasties.

Wading through mountains and rivers, one after another dangerous peaks are left behind.

Walking through the streets and alleys, the dreams turned into clouds, and a group of fox fairies were put out of the way!

We come from the vernacular text of "May Fourth".

Walk through the crowd and hustle and bustle of the ten-mile ocean.

Stop by the shops and inns in the mountain towns.

Cut the years in the chaos of displacement!

That's how we went all the way.

Walk into the palace of literature and the wonder of sound.

In the collision of heart to heart.

We have our own feelings!

That's how we went all the way.

Step on the pure land of the soul and step on the stage of art.

In a conversation between emotion and emotion.

We have our spirit!

"The Stars".

That night, the wind lifted the last rays of the sunset, and you silently filled the sky.

Standing quietly in the distant sky, gazing deeply at us on the ground.

The world is so small that we can see each other almost every day.

The greeting was omitted, because we were familiar.

Looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, it turns out that the sky is a castle.

Nobita has his jingle, and Sakura has her Kuro cards.

But what about the stars?

It has its light.

With a short life, compose a brilliant movement.

I made a wish under the stars, a vow I had already thought of.

If it's dark for nights, I'll still be under my sky.

Waiting for you to light up!

Wildflowers on the Hillside

Wildflowers bloom, this mountain full of flowers.

Like spring lips.

Towards the sky. A teenager sings a song.

Who can hear the muffled lyrics?

Wildflowers on the hillside, this small, broken color.

Like a fragment of time.

Flowing out of the cracks of spring, this heartbreaking beauty.

It's even a little remote.

Wildflowers in the sun, wildflowers in the rain.

On this high mountain.

Fend for yourself, no complaints and no regrets.

Who saw the sight.

If he has nothing to comfort in his roaming.

If he is getting lighter and lighter in pain.

Who can not be ashamed of the wildflowers on this hillside?

The wind is blowing. The wind is intertwined.

The sound of the sun. Who is not whipped by the whip of all things?

He who is gone will pass away forever.

And I still have to continue to travel on the earth.

Who knows the secret of wildflowers.

When they are going to disappear soon.

How can I not burst into tears?

I don't know if it's okay.

Old horse - Zang Ke's family.

You have to fit a larger car enough.

He didn't say a word.

The pressure on the back is buckled into the flesh.

It hung its head heavily.

I don't know the next moment of life.

Its tears went to the heart.

The beach is our paradise.

Hu Bingyan kissed the face of the beach.

Crabs scurrying on the beach.

The sea breeze blows the sand away.

He also rocked the returning fishing boats.

The beach is our paradise.

We play on the endless sandy beach.

Walking barefoot on the sandy sand.

It feels like it can't be rendered in words.

The beach is our paradise.

Let the sea lick my feet.

I opened my throat and shouted into the sea.

The excitement is as wide as the sea.

The beach is our paradise.

We let go of the paper kite in the sea breeze.

Let it fly with our dreams.

Race with seagulls high in the blue sky.

The beach is our paradise.

We are close and good partners.

Build a besieged home on the beach.

That's when we feel the most fulfillment.

The beach is our paradise.

"The Stars".

That night, the wind lifted the last rays of the sunset, and you silently filled the sky.

Standing quietly in the distant sky, gazing deeply at us on the ground.

The world is so small that we can see each other almost every day.

The greeting was omitted, because we were familiar.

Looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, it turns out that the sky is a castle.

Nobita has his jingle, and Sakura has her Kuro cards.

But what about the stars?

It has its light.

With a short life, compose a brilliant movement.

I made a wish under the stars, a vow I had already thought of.

If it's dark for nights, I'll still be under my sky.

Waiting for you to light up!

(1) "How I Want to Pick That Cloud".

A white cloud.

Led by the song drifting in the wind.

Soft and soft. The lines are murmuring.

It's so quiet that you can hear it.

I hear it, and the heartbeat is in accompaniment.

This song is so light and light.

It's quiet, it's quiet. This song is so far, far away.

It's close, it's close.

rippling with ups and downs.

The melody is a constant theme.

Swaying out of the watery years.

How I wanted to. Pluck the floating clouds.

Wandering clouds.

Quietly gone.

It was like a dream.

It also drifted away with the wind.

The heartbeat of the accompaniment.

It still reverberates in its original place.

How I want to pluck that cloud.

Forever shrouded in this plane.

Hold on to the soul.

2) "Blurred Outline, Clear You".

The dawn quietly lit the dawn.

Creating this colorful world.

I am the floating clouds.

In your arms.

Enjoy the warmth of the sun.

It was you who gave me that white luxury.

Dressed up dazzlingly.

It was you who caressed my face with the breeze.

How I want to take a good look at you.

Although I can't always see you clearly.

Your fuzzy outline.

It has long been clearly left in my heart.

For your sake I do.

Carrying violent storms.

Withstand the heat and cold of winter.

The night gently blew out the sunset.

Vacate a little bit of emptiness.

and filled with care.

I am the floating clouds.

In your arms.

Enjoy the tranquility of the starry sky.

Quietly watching.

You brother in the sky.

1, "I don't want to grow up".

I don't want to grow up ......

I'm afraid of growing up.

I can't hold the rag doll anymore, and I can't read that "Little Frog" anymore.

Motherland, motherland, I love you, the mountains and rivers of Mangyuan are majestic and majestic, the Qinghai-Tibet Railway stretches for thousands of miles, and pride is all over the roof of the world.

Motherland, motherland, I love you, the rivers are flowing and the rainbow is magnificent, the giant dam stands under the goddess peak, and the high gorge and Pinghu Lake are the first in the world.

Motherland, motherland, I love you, the universe is vast and mysterious, Shenzhou soars in the sky, swallowing mountains and rivers in the world.

Motherland, motherland, I love you, the Olympic flame is lit, China Fuwa is happy, and Beijing will win in 2008.

Motherland, motherland, I love you, the two sides of the Taiwan Strait depend on each other, reunion, national unity, well-being, Chinese auspiciousness Teachers are hard-working gardeners, and we are blooming flowers.

The teacher is a big umbrella, and we are the little animals hiding under the umbrella.

A large umbrella can provide shelter for small animals from the wind and rain.

When we are in trouble, the teacher will help us immediately.

The teacher's heart is a wide sky that can tolerate the mistakes we have made.

The wrong things we have done, the teacher will always quickly forget.

The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry".

This is our dear teacher.

..Thank you, teacher! Meaning!

Successful flowers, people only envy her current brightness!

However, at the beginning, her buds were soaked in the tears of struggle and sprinkled with the blood of sacrifice.

Immediately the alma mater (absolutely self-made).

When we live happily in school now, we will find that it is not long before the school is opened.

However, we don't care about that.

Because, "It's still early!" ”

But we're not far from graduating, and we're going to say, "This school is going to be our alma mater soon!" ”

Conflict? No! It's time!

We don't even realize our "mistake"!

When you leave school, say what you say with your actions!

Mother's love There is a kind of love no matter where you are.

You can feel her warmth.

There's a love that no matter where you're in.

You can feel her heartbeat.

You are happy, she is happy.

You mourn, she weeps.

Only she never needs to be treasured.

But never forget.

Facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming.

Haizi will be a happy person from tomorrow.

Feed the horses, chop wood, and travel the world.

From tomorrow, care about food and vegetables.

I have a house facing the sea and spring is blooming.

From tomorrow onwards, we will communicate with each and every one of our loved ones.

Tell them about my happiness.

The blissful lightning told me.

I'm going to tell everybody.

Give every river and every mountain a warm name.

Stranger, I bless you too.

May you have a bright future.

May you have a lover and eventually become married.

May you be blessed on earth.

I just want to face the sea and bloom in spring.

Mother's love is winter.

Even if the sun is on.

Cold winter.

I can feel it, too. Warm as spring.