Eager for the last Children s Day poem recitation

Every time, when I step through the door of my alma mater, every time, when I see the familiar face of my alma mater, I will never forget the scene when I first walked into the campus

A group of lively children, carrying schoolbags and wearing school uniforms, ran into the campus in a daze, looking for their ideals.

It's been six years, six years is not a long time, it is not short, in life, how many five years have passed, and the most memorable six years are only one.

It's been six years, the world is changing so fast, the magnolia tree flowers have bloomed and fallen six times, and a little naughty boy should grow into a sensible teenager.

In the past six years, we have experienced many ups and downs, laughter and tears, sour and sweet, sad, depressed, cold, lonely, that is the process, happiness, happiness, warmth, reunion, is the end.

Unforgettable teachers, unforgettable classmates, unforgettable campus for six years, every corner of the campus, has left the footprints of our growth.

There are 1.3 billion people in China, and we met because of fate.

Let us always remember this friendship, no matter how long it lasts.

We can't stop the passage of time, but we can make memories last forever.

I hope that the good memory will not pass by in a hurry with the years, so that it will always stay in our hearts! Ha ha!

Baby, go to sleep, God, it's dark, it's dark.

The lightning tear has already been sewn up, so you don't have to worry about the rain breaking in. No.

I stand on the edge of your dreams and protect you with my roots.

Mine and the night's. The only candle.

Cold hands, your bed is as clear as a wave, and the wind hides the clouds well.

Tomorrow come and play with you in deep water, and, sleep, in.

Cool hands, your bed is as clear as a wave, and the wind hides the clouds well.

Let's talk about June. Dad said June was the season of joy.

Mom said that June is a beautiful month.

And I said, June belongs to me, to our children, to the children of the whole world.

"I Am a Red Dragonfly" (Childlike).

I'm a red dragonfly.

I, and like me.

Naughty children.

Play together.

I, flying over their heads.

They're giggling at my feet.

I'm a red dragonfly.

I fell gently.

Motionless.

I have thin wings that are red and transparent.

Scattered with seductive light.

I'm a red dragonfly.

I saw a child.

Quietly moved behind me.

He carried with him the trembling of imminent victory.

Slowly reach out your little hand.

I'm a red dragonfly.

I'm flying! In his crossed fingers.

It's about to be closed.

I'm flying! With the same triumphant tremors.

2011-4-1 finishing.

What is summer? (Childlike).

June is running in full swing.

He asked me, gasping for air.

What is summer?

In the summer, I installed a stove for the earth, and it was hot in the summer.

In the summer, it is I who fully charge the sun, and the summer is long.

In the summer, I dressed the trees in green, and in the summer, they were green.

In the summer, I installed the horn for the knowledge, and the summer was noisy.

In the summer, I soaked the melons and fruits in sugar, and the summer was sweet.

In the summer, I gave the crops ripe, and the summer was fragrant.

In the summer, I poured rainwater into the pond, and the summer was full.

In summer, I hung the rainbow on the horizon, and the summer was beautiful.

Cicada Hunting (Childlike)".

I was sweating in the sun.

Wander around in the woods.

I listened with my ears sideways, and I watched with my eyes wide open.

Hehe, I found a cicada.

I bent my feet and bent over.

I slowly lifted the bamboo pole.

Damn it.

Why are you trembling so much?

It made my heart beat like a drum.

Don't panic, singer.

I'm not trying to eat you.

I'm going to make you scented---

to my stomach and sing.

I threw the bamboo pole to the ground.

The mouth is still muttering---

If not for you shivering.

I'm not going to be empty.

And this bad guy ---

Fly and fly.

Why are you still peeing on my face?

Tomorrow (Childlike).

Me and a few buddies--

Lift the heart, hang the guts.

Come to the pond overgrown with reeds --

Fireflies are flying there, and the lights are shining.

We turn on the flashlight.

Flash, flash.

What mindless fools.

I thought it was a call from my companions.

My blue glass bottle.

In a moment, the stars are already shining.

I put the bottle next to my pillow.

I'm going to sleep with the stars on my pillow tonight.

Tomorrow, I will tell my teachers and classmates.

Last night, I made a beautiful starry sky.