Children s poems about May Day be shorter .

I'm not a greedy child, I like to chew.

I chew on yesterday and today, and I chew on the life of the future.

I chew on my mother's caresses, and a sweet song by the cradle sings about a green lawn, and I am the gorgeous flower on the lawn.

I chewed on my father's expectant gaze and could see the flickering of strange light, as if my cells were also active, and I became so vibrant.

I chewed on the grass roots that my grandfather gnawed and learned the songs that the Red Army loved to sing;

I chewed on the bitter water that my grandmother had swallowed, and I realized how happy the spring water was.

I chew on the fruit of the trees planted by my predecessors, and the sweet juice flows into my heart.

I reject every order, every operation, every lesson has something new.

I chew on various social phenomena, chew on people's different pursuits and lives, chew on the regrets that flow in yesterday, and chew on the pulse that beats in today.

Ah, I chew the moonlight, chew the sun.

Chew every sound wave in the air, chew the ideal of burning tomorrow;

Chewing on the strange things that flashed at the dangerous peak.

I am a child with a strong digestive force, with bright eyes and a strong physique, and I have to absorb all the beneficial nourishment, and I can also distinguish between dross and dross.

I'm not a greedy child, how I love to chew.

Observe with my eyes and think with my brain.

The spring breeze and spring rain turn the fields green.

Startled by a long 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!

May Day is coming, my heart is beating, where is the excitement when the time comes?

There is a temple fair in the east, a car show in the west, a show in the south, and a barbecue in the north.

If I were Sun Wukong, it would be nice to be able to clone myself!

May Day "Labor is coming.

The city helps with a new look.

Everybody's got their hands cleaned.

Refreshed, so glorious.

The park is full of purple and red.

Flowers bloom. It's beautiful.

In every gentle smile.

There are shadows of children.

I want to live in a world where I will never grow up.

People are naïve, kind, and don't hurt each other.

Even if there is a quarrel, they are quickly reconciled.

Even if the crying stops quickly.

In the bedroom, on the playground, by the river.

Piled up with toys we all share.

The sky is blue and the earth is white.

It's a small windmill to go to**.

Small trojans, small flowers.

A shy smile was displayed.

Today's world is melancholy.

Abhor. And it can't be changed.

Especially when time sends us into youth.

Sent into middle age, sent into old age.

We live hard and enjoy our suffering.

There is only one night a year.

Used to splurge briefly.

There is only one night a year.

Remembering distant things.

Vultures are self-contained, and eclipsed.

Excited eyes.

On days when the flowers are noisy.

Say goodbye to the spring breeze season in June.

All of them are shiny.

The heart of the cleaner is still blooming.

The emerald curtain slowly opened.

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

Babbling and whispering.

The trees are full of colorful stories.

The sky was as blue as water.

Who is it? With a moistened red handkerchief.

Cover your eyes with excitement.

Happy June 1st.

Rays of sunlight shine into the heart.

We're laughing.

Pure heart. Like a beautiful moon flower.

It's blooming. The guiding lights of the stars.

It's the laughter of the children.

Look at the cute faces of children.

We can't help but think of ourselves.

Happy childhood.

The flowers are open and the laughter is sweet, and the face is thick and fragrant in June.

The pair of white ducks swim in the clear water, and the double wooden oars swing the boat.

Chang'e envies Children's Day, and Weaver Girl Sifan is lazy to be a fairy.

Dare to ask who is the lord of Yaotai?

The new bud is blooming in childhood.

Children's Day.

1 flower bud. The park is full of purple and red.

The flowers are blooming so beautifully.

In every gentle smile.

There are shadows of children.

[Flower bud].

The park is full of purple and red.

Flowers bloom. It's beautiful.

In every gentle smile.

There are shadows of children.

2 [Wings].

The little winged heart.

I can't wait to fly into space.

Because of the stars in the sky at night.

Winking is tempting. I want to pick it up.

A basket of flowers was given to teachers and children.

3 [Excited Eyes].

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.

Babbling and whispering.

The trees are full of colorful stories.

The sky was as blue as water.

Who is with a moistened red handkerchief.

Cover your eyes with excitement.

4 Seven Laws Children's Day Park.

The flowers are open and the laughter is sweet, and the face is thick and fragrant in June.

The pair of white ducks swim in the clear water, and the double wooden oars swing the boat.

Chang'e envies Children's Day, and Weaver Girl Sifan is lazy to be a fairy.

Dare to ask who is the lord of Yaotai?

The new bud is blooming in childhood.

1 Children's Day in the park.

The flowers are open and the laughter is sweet, and the face is thick and fragrant in June.

The pair of white ducks swim in the clear water, and the double wooden oars swing the boat.

Chang'e envies Children's Day, and Weaver Girl Sifan is lazy to be a fairy.

Dare to ask who is the lord of Yaotai?

The new bud is blooming in childhood.

2 Excited eyes.

On days when the flowers are noisy.

Say goodbye to the spring breeze season in June.

All of them are shiny.

The heart of the cleaner is still blooming.

The emerald curtain slowly opened.

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

Babbling and whispering.

The trees are full of colorful stories.

The sky was as blue as water.

Who is it? With a moistened red handkerchief.

Cover your eyes with excitement.

Children's Day poems.

The mother put a beauty mole on her daughter's five-year-old forehead.

At the same time, it also sticks into my own heart.

Thirty years ago today, my mother's mother also pasted one for her.

It's this beauty mole.

Mom has been hiding for 30 years.

The daughter flies on the road of the festival.

Mom walks in her daughter's jumping beauty mole.

Strings of sugar gourds were being sold loudly.

The bow on the little daughter's head flew towards the sugar gourd.

The sugar gourd then kissed the forehead of the old lady who was holding it.

So a fiery red beauty mole was reflected in the mirror of June Day.

The old lady smiled brightly with the sugar gourd.

She also told a story.

I also pasted one for my daughter – more than thirty years ago.

That's the year.

Not as fresh as it is now"

The youngest daughter suddenly asked the old lady to bend down.

She took off the mole on her forehead and pasted it on the old lady's forehead.

And spoke. Happy Juneteenth, Grandma! "

Children's Day.

Children's Day in the park.

The flowers are open and the laughter is sweet, and the face is thick and fragrant in June.

The pair of white ducks swim in the clear water, and the double wooden oars swing the boat.

Chang'e envies Children's Day, and Weaver Girl Sifan is lazy to be a fairy.

Dare to ask who is the lord of Yaotai?

The new bud is blooming in childhood.

The little winged heart with wings.

I can't wait to fly into space.

What is the world like.

Beautiful world.

Our common home.

Let's take a look. this world.

The park is full of purple and red.

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