Children s Poetry Home 20, Home Poetry for Toddlers

Children's poems - "Home".

Everyone has a warm home, the meadow is the home of the rabbit, the desert is the home of the camel, the river is the home of the fish, the grassland is the home of the horse, the glacier is the home of the penguin, the field is the home of the grasshopper, the garden is the home of the bee, the forest is the home of the squirrel, the deep mountain is the home of the tiger, the children are the happiest, and they are born with a warm home.

My home is in the east of the world, where there are long stretches of rivers, where there are the highest chains of mountains, where there are the largest squares, where there are the longest walls.

My home is in the east of the world, where there is unity, where there are the strongest people, where there are the earliest inventions, where there are the most beautiful scenery.

My home is in the east of the world, where we are all in the world, and its name is China.

I want to ask too!! Who told me! Peng Hong Topic: I think.

I want to put little hands.

Settle on the peach tree and the celery branches.

With a bunch of buds, holding thousands of rays of sunshine, yo, yo-

Singing with a long voice.

I want to put my feet.

Attached to the roots of willow trees.

Reach into the wet and soft earth, soak up the sweet nutrients, long, long-

Grow into a green tent.

I want to put eyes.

Mounted on a kite.

Look at how soft the white clouds are, look at how bright the sun is, look, look-

Blue skies are my classroom.

I want to put myself on my own.

Planted in the spring of the land.

It becomes a small grass, green and shining, and it becomes a small flower and blooms beautifully.

Becoming catkins and dandelions is my greatest wish.

I'll fly, fly

Fly to distant places.

However, when flying to a distant place, you have to discuss ...... with your parentsI want to know.

Anonymous. I wonder why the grass is green and why I can't see the wind?

Who taught the birds to build nests, and who told the trees to stand and rest?

When the moon is no longer round, go to ** to find the missing piece?

Who lit up the sleeping star? And let the stars twinkle more than once?

Who painted the five-colored rainbow in the sky and hung those fluffy clouds so high?

Hee-hee-hee, I just found it, thanks for the anonymous! (My friend).

Pumpkin Pumpkin Hu Brigade remained motionless, quietly waiting for what I believe in the sun kissing me, and I also believe in this pumpkin brought back from the vegetable garden acre rent. If I say.

I'm as clumsy as this big pumpkin, who would fall in love with me?!

Quiet and quiet like a big pumpkin, not simple-

An old man picked up a one-dollar coin and said.

Happiness is like a ray of sunshine in the darkness, the key to open the soul and release the enthusiasm;

Happy, like a picture scroll in a screen, delicate and elegant, stretching a hazy mood;

Happy, like a sentence of prose in the poetry and line debate stove, Jun Xiu quietly eternal, let go of the rising thoughts, happy, like the sparkling lake, like the red flowers of the mountains and vines, like the oasis of rolling yellow sand, like the waterlogged sky ......

Oh, are you happy?