Sixth grade self made poems, self made poems

"Ride the train" Dad took me on the train, and when the train started, the things outside the window moved;

The mountains began to recede, the trees receded, and the houses receded......

Wow! Everything went backwards, so weird and fast, we didn't have to walk, and we arrived in Taipei all at once.

Aunt Qiu" We think of Aunt Qiu.

Just think of the harvest.

I haven't met Aunt Qiu.

But I guess Aunt Qiu's face.

It's red, it's round.

Chubby I haven't seen Aunt Qiu.

But I guess Aunt Qiu.

is a painter.

Aunt Qiu came.

and to the fruit trees and the crops.

Smeared with a golden one.

Fiery red color.

Aunt Qiu: I'm busy.

She gives all.

Baskets and sacks.

It's all loaded with plump particles.

Heavy fruit.

The fruit loves to pout.

Make an observation

The basket is too small to fit!

Aunt Qiu, she's so nice.

She sent it to us.

A cool breeze.

Make that for the village to see the yard.

Little brothers, grandmothers.

The puff fan on the handle.

Put one away, one handful.

Aunt Autumn came draped in dewdrops.

Stepping on the frost flowers, he quietly walked away.

She left us behind.

Another harvest joy.

I learned to write" When I learned to write "little sheep", all of a sudden, the trees, the houses, the fences, everything I saw with my eyes was bent and rolled up like wool.

When I took the word "river" and wrote it in my little exercise book, a splash of water splashed in front of my eyes, and a palace rose from the bottom of the water.

When I finished writing "meadow" with my pen, I saw bees busily among the flowers, two butterflies whirling, and I could put them all in the net with a wave of my hand.

If I write "my dad", I immediately want to sing and jump a few times, I'm the tallest, I'm the best, I'm the best, I can do everything.

Take me with me, my kite, take me to the blue sky!

I'm going to fly in the sky, I'm going to hover in the sky, I'm going to fly like a bird, I'm going to fly over the sea, I'm going to fly over the ocean.

Take me with you, my kite, and take me to the blue sky!

To see how wonderful the world is in the sky, to see how good the children are in the world, I want to hold hands with them, I want to laugh with them.

Take me with you, my kite, and take me to the blue sky!

None of this, are you stupid?

1 All childhood, you are like a ballad that fills us with laughter.

You are like a little grass that makes nature come alive.

You are the bird flying in the sky, you are the warm embrace of your mother.

The blue sky and white clouds in the sky smiled at me, and I looked for the stars again at night.

Let everyone use the wisdom of the brain together to make our life better.

Childhood, it's a dream, it's a real dream, it's a memory of childhood.

If life loses hope, don't be sad, don't be sad!

Eat and drink, don't grieve yourself!

Because the bad world will not let you go because of your quiet frustration and hunger, it will only intensify the torture and hurt you!

So stand up.

Don't look down, the crown will fall, tears will flow!

The bad guys will laugh wildly when they see it, stride forward with their heads held high, just do it, go and see, there is always a place for you in the world!

On the eve of the night, he went down with Nongyue, and his delicate body stepped lightly. Such as the warbler whispered Wu Nongyi, and the falling tassels were clear.

Open the window of the heart.

Open the window of the heart.

Let yourself learn to relax.

Look up at the outside world.

Let your mind fly.

Open the window of the heart.

Follow in the footsteps of others.

Look at the outside world.

Maybe it will be more beautiful.

Open the window of the heart.

Walk into someone else's window.

You will find out. Their world is more beautiful.

Every home is like a magic paintbrush.

Put all the sweet stuff.

It's all drawn.

Home is like a strong cup of coffee.

Bitter, but there is a feeling of happiness inside.

Home is like a sweet cream cake.

Soft, sweet.

Let ** forget to return.

Home always brings us happiness.

Home always brings us sweetness.

Home always brings us warmth.

Home always brings us warmth.

Home is a moonlit outpouring.

Home is a support in the sunset.

Home is the dock where the boat sets sail.

Home is a harbor where sailboats dock at high tide.

Home will always give us indispensable nutrients.

Home will always accompany us on the road of growth.

Forever, forever

If you want to write your own poems, don't ask for help, you just need to put your feelings and what you want to say into a few sentences, and it becomes a poem. Despite the poor writing, you have done your best.

Watching the snowflakes fall du

I couldn't help but stick out my tongue to add.

Well, icy, soft.

zhi ah dao

Seems to remember something.

Oh yes. I've done the same thing before.

When the hell is it.

I don't understand it anymore.

"Snowflake" "Snowflake".

I called. I hope I remember the same thing I did before.

But... I don't remember anything.

I seemed like a child with amnesia.

Lost in the snow.

I really want to think about that.

It's like there's an amnesia spell in this city.

It doesn't remind me of the sorrow of the past.

Or is it really the magic of amnesia?

I don't understand.

Pick up the falling snow in your hands.

It didn't take long for it to melt.

Ah, I see.

Snow is pure.

She wanted me to find my own memories.

I have amnesia. Snowflakes are falling.

I wanted me to find my own memories.

Let me regain my memory.

I couldn't help but shed tears.

Running on the way to find memories ...

I've been looking for my own memories.

I'll tell you, the upstairs are all **, and those are created by the writer himself.

Mine is the real thing, albeit only.

There is a song back, it's not very good, I hope you can understand!

Suppose I were a tree.

Suppose I were a tree.

I won't wither in the wind and rain"Squeak, squeak"

Singing songs that have nothing to do with suffering.

Suppose I were a tree.

I won't grow old in the wind and rain.

Spanning the vicissitudes of time.

The foliage will become more and more luxuriant.

Suppose I were a tree.

I will not fall in the wind and rain.

Because between the branches and leaves.

There will be a weak blue bird.

Actually, I am a cloud, and when I am in the sky, floating freely, I want to tell you this.

Actually, I'm a butterfly, and when I'm flying on the tips of a flower, I see a lot of insects, and I want to tell you that.

Actually, I am a yellow leaf, and I want to tell you this when I fall from the trees and dye the earth golden.

Daddy's snoring and rats are both in the books.

"To the Mouse" and "Daddy's Snoring".

Bian Zhilin's "Broken Chapter".

You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery.

The people watching the view are watching you from upstairs.

The bright moon decorates your window.

You decorate other people's dreams.

A page, like a door, I gently pull it open.

Every word said to me with a smile:

Hey, you're welcome in.

However, to make friends with us, you have to be very attentive and diligent, and the lazy man who refuses to use his brains is to open 10,000 doors, hehe! No wonder, they will still lock him out.

The full moon meets.

On the night of the full moon, everything is prosperous, and the round cake and the full moon are accompanied.

Welcome the Mid-Autumn Festival and enjoy the moon together.

The love of the old garden starts tonight, when is the lovesickness of a thousand miles.

This night is not good in this life, where will I see the bright moon next year.