A thanksgiving essay or poem that can be used for a reading contest

My homeland, my motherland, the motherland I love so much. You are a rooster with your head held high--- awakening the silence of dawn, you are a dragon soaring into the sky--- you are the wind and clouds of the era, you are a majestic lion--- dancing male of China.

Poetry for 2nd Grade Children:

Children, really good, don't step on the grass to don't pick flowers, throw garbage into the trash can, and everyone praises everyone for protecting the environment.

Energy saving depends on everyone.

Now the world is short of energy, everyone must save, turn off the faucet after washing hands, don't let the water flow in vain, wash your face, wash your clothes, and waste water can be reused.

Turn off the unmanned lights quickly when you see them, and don't litter the waste batteries.

Let's join hands and promote resources together!

Hurry, hurry.

Thanksgiving is coming.

Thanksgiving poem when the white clouds drift away.

Who will stop wandering.

The sea laps against the dreams of purple lilies.

Mermaid smiling in heaven.

Ancient Wedding The color of champagne.

Pass in the poppy bushes.

Her singing. Whether the departure remains.

I never gave up on hope.

Snowy forest Christmas for elk.

The beautiful princess has slept peacefully.

Legend in the night sky.

Countless pearls are unpicked.

The nest of time.

Angel flies with the light of her wings.

Walk through the gardens of Babylon.

Allah is a woman.

Her incarnation is not the sun god.

A delicate daughter.

The valley of the Gobi desert.

More expensive than the palace.

Rivers are the mother of living beings.

The waves of holiness perpetuate all things.

The colorful flowers are rain.

Illuminating the beautiful women of ancient Egypt.

When the white clouds drift away.

The back is about to go away.

The sea laps against the dreams of purple lilies.

Mermaid smiling in heaven.

The Prince's Wedding The color of the champagne.

Pass in the poppy bushes.

Her singing. The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt.

Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late.

Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs.

Confucius said: Parents are here, not far away.

Kindness wants to be repaid, resentment is forgotten; The grievance is short, but the gratitude is long.

Mom and Dad. Thank you.

brought me to this.

Wonderful world.

Thank you. Gave me the air of freedom.

Bright sunshine.

Thank you. Earnest teachings.

Earnest entrustment.

I grew up. And you are old.

Who is careless.

Reported three Chunhui.

I will offer you a piece of sincere filial piety.

I wish you all eternal health.

Learn to be grateful.

The green leaves are singing in the forest, composing a song of gratitude, which is the gratitude of the tree to the earth that nourishes it;

Shu Ting's seems to be called "Me and the Motherland", which is the song of the old waterwheel on your river

I use a broken palm.

Groping for this vast land:

This corner is reduced to ashes, and the other corner is nothing but blood and mud;

This lake should be my hometown, in spring, the embankment is full of flowers like a brocade barrier, and the young willow branches are broken with a strange fragrance,)

I touched the algae and the slight coolness of the water;

The snow peaks of Changbai Mountain are so cold that they are bone-chilling, and the water of the Yellow River and the sediment slide out between the fingers;

The paddy fields in the south of the Yangtze River are so soft ......Now there is only basil;

The lychee flowers in Lingnan are lonely and haggard, and over there, I dip in the bitter water of the South China Sea, where there are no fishing boats......

The invisible palm swept over the hateless country, the fingers were stained with blood and ash, the palm was stained with darkness, only the far corner was still intact, warm, bright, strong and vigorous.

On it, I caressed it with my broken palm, like a lover's soft hair, and a baby's hand milk.

I put all my power in the palm of my hand.

Stick it on it, and send love and all hope, for only there is the sun, and there is spring, which will drive out the darkness and bring resurrection, for only there we do not live like cattle, and die like ants, ......There, eternal China!

Long live Wang Meng's youth.

Come all the days, all the days, let me weave you, with the golden thread of youth, and the beauty of happiness, weave you.

There was the singing and laughing on the boat, the dancing on campus under the moon, the drizzle of the rain, the march on the morning of the first snow, and the lively arguments, and the beating and warm ...... of the heart

It is the days that have passed in a blink of an eye, and it is also a day full of reverie, and the wishes are blurred, like the spring rain, we have time, strength, and burning faith, and we are eager to live and fly in the sky.

It is a simple day, but also a changeable day, the vast world, everything makes us so amazed, always elated, never indifferent, tears, laughter, deep thought, all for the first time.

All the days go, all go, in life I happily move forward, forward!

I will not be weak with heavy burdens;

I will not be disgraced in how hard the battle is;

One day, I finished wiping the gun, wiping the machine, and wiping the sweat.

I miss you, greet you, and look upon you with pride.

Homesickness When I was a child, Homesickness was a little stamp, I was here, my mother grew up there, Homesickness was a narrow ticket, I was here, the bride was behind there, Homesickness was a low grave, I was outside, my mother was inside, and now, Homesickness was a shallow strait, I was here, the mainland was at that end, and the water was singing.

When did Su Shi Mingyue exist? Ask the sky for wine. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace?

I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid that Qionglou Yuyu, the height is too cold to dance and figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the world? Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye?

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles.

The Yellow River is not yet light.

Recitation) Ah, friend!

The Yellow River, with its heroic spirit, appeared in the wilderness of Asia;

It shows the spirit of our nation:

Great and strong!

Here, we sing our hymn to the Yellow River.

I stood on the top of a high mountain, watching the Yellow River roll and rush to the southeast.

The turbulent waves set off a turbulent tide;

The turbidity current is like turning, forming a nine-song chain;

From the bottom of Kunlun Mountain.

Run to the edge of the Yellow Sea and put the land of the Central Plains.

Split into north and south sides.

Yes! Yellow River! You are the cradle of the Chinese nation!

The 5,000-year-old culture originated from you;

How many heroic stories to play by your side!

Yes! Yellow River! You are great and strong, like a giant.

Emerge above the plains of Asia and use your heroic physique.

Build a barrier for our nation.

Yes! Yellow River! You poured out all the might, mighty, to the north and south.

Stretch out thousands of iron arms.

The great spirit of our nation will be nurtured by you.

Carry forward and grow! The heroic sons and daughters of our motherland will learn from your example and be as great and strong as you!

Great and strong like you!

We just finished reciting, and there are a few.

O Motherland, my mother.

Farewell Cambridge. Poetry recitation "Thanksgiving".

A: We grew up bathed in the sunshine of love.

B: We nourish the growth of true feelings in the world.

C: How many times have I fallen asleep with a feeling of happiness?

Ding: How many times have I been moved to tears and imagined the future?

A: The last Thursday of November is Thanksgiving, and although it is gone, a grateful heart, a grateful heart, will always remain in our hearts.

A and B: People are the happiest people with gratitude.

Bingding: Always be grateful, life is the sweetest.

A: I am grateful to my parents for giving me precious lives.

B: I am grateful to my teachers because they have given me so much knowledge.

C: I am grateful to my friends because they have given me the strength to overcome difficulties.

Ding: I am grateful for everything around me, because they have given me the space to grow harmoniously and healthily.

He: A: There is one word that is the most gracious.

B: There is a call that sounds the most beautiful.

C: There is one person to be thankful for.

Ding: There is one person who should be most grateful.

He: It's just "Mom".

A: Mom's wrinkles are deep, and she gave me a beautiful youth.

B: Mom's hands are thick, and she gave me a warm sunshine.

C: Mom bent over, and she gave me a straight spine.

Ding: My mother was dazzled, and she gave me her bright eyes.

A and B: Facing my mother's deep feelings.

Bingding: Listen to my mother's earnest wishes.

He: We should learn to be grateful, we should learn to be grateful.

A: If a mother's love is a boat, it carries us from youth to maturity.

B: Then father's love is an ocean that gives us a harbor of happiness.

C: If a mother's true feelings ignite hope in our hearts.

Ding: Then my father's love will be to pluck up our sails.

A and B: The love of parents is endless.

We don't know what to thank you for, He: My parents.

We can only remember all the kindness in our hearts.

Study hard and repay you with our knowledge.