Primary 6 Reading Contest Poems, suitable for 6 year old children to recite poems from the competiti

Goodbye Kangqiao Xu Zhimo.

Gently I went As I came softly I beckoned softly Be the clouds of the western sky The golden willow on the bank of the river is the bride in the sunset The bright shadow in the waves rippling in my heart The green wattles on the soft mud The oily swagger under the water In the soft waves of the Cam River I am willing to be a water weed.

A pool under the shade of the elm It's not a clear spring It's a rainbow in the sky Crumpled among the floating algae Precipitating a rainbow-like dream Dreaming Hold a long artemisia Wander to the greener grass Loaded with a boatload of starlight Sing in the starlight But I can't play a song Quietly is the parting Sheng Xiao The summer insect is also silent for me Silence is tonight's Kangqiao.

Quietly I went as quietly as I came quietly I waved my sleeve without taking a cloud with me.

"Spring Breeze".

The spring breeze, the spring breeze, blowing gently, blows the swallows to make new nests, blows the animals to play games, blows the green fields and mountains, blows the peach blossoms and pear blossoms, blows the ice and snow and the streams.

The spring breeze, the spring breeze, blowing gently, blew a beautiful spring.

Suitable for 6-year-old children to read poetry (2).

Spring Rain" You are never stingy.

own sweat and blood.

Withered grass.

I haven't had time to speak yet.

Golden mountains and rivers.

I haven't had time to raise my hand yet.

Fertile farmland.

I haven't had time to send out the written invitation.

You're fluttering. Tick to put your life on.

Dedicated to the earth without regrets.

From then on the earth woke up.

Ploughing cattle is diligent. People were happy.

Suitable for 6-year-old children to read poetry (3).

Sounds of Winter

Listen, Winter's voice.

A cold wind blew from the Winter Maiden, and the people changed into thick cotton clothes.

Listen, Winter's voice.

The white snowflakes falling from the sky are the purest sounds from winter.

Listen, Winter's voice.

Layers of snow were piled up under the trees, and the children happily built snowmen under the trees and dressed them in warm clothes.

Listen, Winter's voice.

People's hands and feet shivered with cold, which shows how cold it is in winter!

Listen, Winter's voice.

The trees and flowers are withered, and no matter how much people water them, it is useless.

Listen, Winter's voice.

In winter, the air has become cold, it is no longer the cool autumn, how we look forward to the warm spring!

Poems suitable for primary school students to recite on Children's DayChildren's Day poems suitable for primary school students to recite 1

What I looked forward to the most when I was a child.

It's the arrival of June 1st.

Put on a white shirt.

New skirt delighted fingers.

Caress it carefully.

Colorful latticework.

Or delicate flowers.

Then put the little feet.

Hurriedly stepped into the plastic sandals.

In front of the mirror. Put the flaming red scarf.

Tie it at the chest. What a beautiful day.

It's my holiday.

It's the beginning of another summer.

Children's Day poems suitable for primary school students to recite 2

Poetry is the bird that flies out of my heart.

My heart is a hatchery.

A warm and clean place.

There will be a few of them every day.

A singing bird.

Take off from here.

Some sang happy.

Some sang of sorrow.

Some sing about the past.

Some sang of hope.

And longing for them to fly.

Far, far away.

Singing all the way.

My heart I give to these little friends.

Came up with a nice name.

They are all called poems.

Poetry recitations suitable for fifth and sixth grades are as follows:Coarse with the Book of Poetry: Cai Wei".

In the past, I went back, and the willows followed.

Now I think about it, the rain and snow are falling.

Good rain knows the season, when spring happens.

Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.

The wild trails are dark, and the river boats are bright.

Xiao looks at the red wet place, and the flowers are heavy in the official city.

The fragrance of rice flowers says that there is a good year, and the sound of frogs is heard.

Seven or eight stars are open to the sky, and two or three o'clock rain in front of the mountain.

In the old days, on the edge of the forest of the Maodian Society, the road turned to the river bridge and suddenly saw the stool.

The lonely village is in the sunset, the light smoke is old and the jackdaws are under the shadow of a little Feihong.

Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.

The wind and rain send spring back, and the snow welcomes spring.

It is already a cliff with a hundred feet of ice, and there are still flowers and branches.

Pretty doesn't compete for spring, only reports spring.

When the mountains are full of flowers, she laughs in the bushes.

The dead Yuan knows that everything is empty, but the sorrow is not the same as Kyushu.

Wang Shi set the Central Plains Day in the north, and the family sacrifice did not forget to tell Naiweng.

But seeing where his wife was worried, he was ecstatic with poems and books.

Singing during the day must indulge in wine, and youth is a good companion to return home.

That is, from Ba Gorge through Wu Gorge, then go down to Xiangyang to Luoyang.

Long Song Xing" Qingqing Garden in the sunflower, morning dew waiting for the sun.

Yangchun Budeze, all things are brilliant.

Often afraid of the autumn festival, the yellow leaves of the yellow flower decline.

Hundreds of rivers from the east to the sea, when to return to the west.

The young man does not work hard, and the boss is sad.