Self composed children s poems, children s own poems?

Books with little mice.

The little mouse bit my book.

But I am not angry.

It also loves books as much as I do.

But. I took the words of the book to heart.

And it. Swallowed the words into his stomach.

Topic: Flowers and Gardeners.

We are the flowers of the motherland, and the teacher is the gardener of the motherland.

If the flowers do not experience the wind and rain, how can they see the blooming side of the flowers?

Without the hard work of the gardeners, the flowers of the Motherland would not bloom in a glorious and beautiful day.

The gardener's hard work is rewarded with a beautiful moment when the flowers bloom.

Flowers repay the gardener with their beauty.

Teachers educate us with hard work, and we should also repay teachers with excellent results.

Snow flies, flies, falls in the air.

like the white felt, spread on the ground.

Fly, fly, fly in the air.

Like the spirit, dancing there.

I think I want to have a pair of wings, fly to the blue sky, play with the birds, be with the sun, fly where I want to go.

I wanted to become a bee and fly to the garden and greet the fragrant flowers, which was hard but fun.

I want to be a mischievous star, blink in the night, listen to Sister Moon's story, and fall asleep in silence.

It's okay, I wrote it myself.

I think I want to have no homework, I want to have summer vacation, I want to play king, I want to play chicken, I want to play MC, I want to play mini.

Starry sky, how beautiful. The bright night sky exudes a twinkling light, and the starry sky is so beautiful.

Sunday morning was white.

Old men picking up rags lined up.

The police commanded.

Rush into the garbage heap.

Broken shoes and socks picked up a lot of them.

The cop farts.

It stinks for two miles.

The king of Erlidi was watching a play.

Smell this fart.

Very dissatisfied. Get a scientist to study this fart.

This fart is called ABCD.

Except for this fart.

And EFG.

Fart! Fart! Fart.

One: "Hope".

At night, the sky is dark

Swallowed up the sky.

Only the moon. Life is full of difficulties

permeated the surroundings.

There is only hope. Two: In the spring, I quietly made a wish to let the new leaves be in the ideal

Grow up slowly. In summer, my ideal sail is like a shy flower

Look at the bloom. In autumn, my ideal sail is like snow flying in the sky—falling gently.

In winter, I look at the bare branches? But my ideals will not be extinguished, they are just there – slowly deepening.

Forever.

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Original Answer: 'Rustle' after the spring rains. All things on the earth stretched their bones. The flowers are about to bloom, and the grass greets passers-by one by one. The children were even more energetic, holding hands and going on an outing together.

That is, the day before yesterday, when the time comes, the actual combat rush will be cut, and the moon can be stewed, and the tree has been recuperated, and there is a gentle guy, so he will go to the hand wrinkle doctor first.

1. Colorful dreams.

I was wearing a blue pillow towel and dreamed of the sea;

I wore a red pillow and dreamed of the national flag;

I wore a green pillow towel and dreamed of the prairie;

I wore a yellow pillow and dreamed of a field;

I was wearing a messy pillow towel and dreaming colorful dreams.

2. The Moon. The moon in the sky was round and round, shining in the sea like a jade plate.

A school of fish swam over, and the jade plate shattered into two or three pieces.

The fish was so frightened that they ran away until they reached the rocks.

Looking back, the moon is still round and round.

3. Little fairy tales.

To the south of the clouds, in that distant place, a flock of leaves says: We want to open like flowers.

There is a flock of flowers that says: We want to fly like birds.

A flock of peacocks said, "We want to grow like trees."

Fourth, pomegranates. The pomegranate blossoms bloomed, and it was Aunt Xia who tied them.

Bright bow, pomegranate fruit ripe.

It's Qiu's mother shaking, the red bell of the harvest.

Fifth, I really want to fly.

Fly in the blue sky, fly in the white clouds, look up at the golden sun, and look down at the green trees below.

Fly, I want to fly, kiss the birds, touch the plane, and let the refreshing wind blow my long hair.

I'm going to fly to Beijing, see the Great Wall, look at the Forbidden City.

I want to fly to Taiwan to say hello to my compatriots in Taiwan.

Fly, I want to fly, free, unrestrained, flying.

Morning (one).

5 a.m. The day is starting to dawn.

And it lights up very quickly.

I rubbed my eyes.

It's a little brighter.

Rub it again.

It's a little bit brighter.

Inspiration (Part 2).

I'm inspired less in the winter.

In the spring inspiration more.

Because in the spring flowers bloomed.

Every flower blooms in a moment.

There's an inspiration flying out.

Who is closest to it.

It belongs to whomever it belongs. If no one passes by when the flowers are in bloom.

Inspiration will fly everywhere.

If four people in a row don't catch it.

It will fly into space.

Gone forever. <>

Sea. I swam in the sea to finish the swim core.

Back to shore. Then put the swimming ring on the seawater.

Wipe off with a towel.

Wring it out. Give back to the sea.

Meteor. The stars hung in the sky.

One was not hung up.

Dropped. <>

Tea aroma. I'm holding a cup of tea.

Smelled for a long time. Tea aroma.

Delay. Didn't rush to come.

Shrimp cakes. Life is like shrimp cakes.

Sometimes you don't have the money.

Saw the boss selling there.

Wait until you have money.

He's no longer selling.

Gaze. I called my grandmother in my hometown and said.

I'm looking at the moon right now.

You look at the moon like this.

Our eyes will meet on the moon.

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Hello classmates! Questions.

Hello, it's a second-grade self-created poem, and I can't write it.

1. The little frog croaks the little frog and croaks in green clothes, and jumps in the happy river 2. Floating, more like a rainbow. 3, the little star (three-character classic) The little star, hanging in the sky, blinking, is so beautiful.

4. The lamb draws the puppy, the lamb draws the puppy, and the painting is really ugly, and the painting looks like a kitten, and it scares itself.

The more difficult ones are: 1. Listen to Aunt Qiuqiu waking the wind chimes, the geese flying in the sky, and the maple leaves snuggling up to my mother. I heard the osmanthus flowers blooming, I heard the wind playing, the ginkgo biloba falling, and the body dancing with joy.

The chrysanthemum bloomed again, and it was golden from far and near. Flocks of birds are flying around, preparing food for the winter. In the midst of the bustle, in the silence, I heard that autumn had come.

2. Dream seeds: In the frozen soil, it dreams of spring, it dreams of the spring breeze caresses its face, the peach blossoms show a sweet smile, it dreams of the spring rain, bathes it, and makes it thrive in the beautiful spring rain.

Questions. The front one is too simple.

The front one is too simple.

Okay! You can use the latter one! In fact, it is to visualize things in life in combination with life and use imagination!

To the puppies, dear puppy.

Do you know how much I love you?

Although you are naughty and naughty.

But you're lovely.

If you have the chance.

I'll teach you well.

Turn into a good doll.

I think you think of us as friends.

In this life, we --- never give up.

Note: Each sentence is not a written essay, and no sentence must be clearly expressed, written with appropriate metaphors, anthropomorphic exaggerations, and a series of rhetorical methods. Write in children's language, and each sentence can also be written in vernacular

Time is like a small river.

Bang bang bang down the stream.

Cherish the present and cherish the love.

Hold on tightly to the hand of happiness.

I don't know how to cherish and I am not satisfied.

Someday it will be sad.

Mom's love.

Mommy's love is like a spring flower.

Give with a smile. My fragrant mother's love is like the summer sun.

Jumping gives me strength.

Mommy's love is like an autumn field.

silently held out her golden heart.

Mother's love is like snow in winter.

Quietly covered her beloved little seedlings.

Throughout. I grew up healthy in my mother's deep love.

Mom's love.

It's a cloud. Gently protect me.

Fill the world with love.

The first few episodes of the family mile cheering routine.