Self created children s poems, self created children s poems?

The taste of love is sweet.

It is the care and encouragement that my mother gives me when I encounter setbacks.

The taste of love is sour again.

It's the sternness and anger on Dad's face when we make mistakes.

The taste of love is still salty.

It is the comfort and encouragement given by family members when they feel wronged.

The taste of love is different.

It doesn't matter if it's sweet, sour, or salty, it's all blissful.

My dad took me on the train, and when the train started, things outside the window moved;

The mountains began to recede, the trees receded, and the houses receded......

Wow! Everything went backwards, so weird and fast, we didn't have to walk, and we arrived in Taipei all at once.

To the fox. I like you guys-

A pair of round eyes.

Pointed nose.

It's a bit cunning, but I still like you.

The top of our heads.

There is a blue stone slab hanging from it.

There was not a speck of dust in the wall.

A green slate.

Inlaid with countless silver nails.

Sparkling. I can't count them.

The ends of the earth are with you.

King Shanyin. Germany feels the feelings, ah Fuyun Jiayuguan, the key depends on how to see, and the ghost forehead is colloquial.

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.

Please, I've been reading it on the Internet for a long time, and it's not for me, please, I'll give you a high score!!

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.

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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!

Create your own children's poems.

Flower buds] In the park, the flowers are blooming so beautifully, and there are children's shadows in every gentle smile.

Wings] The little winged heart longs to fly into space because the stars in the night sky are tempting to blink and want to pick a basket full of flowers and give it to teachers and children.

Excited eyes] In the days of the hustle and bustle of flowers, June bids farewell to the season of spring breeze Crystal clear Pure heart wings bloom Emerald green curtain slowly opens The little angel with pink makeup on the stage babbles and tells the story of the trees full of bright colors The sky is blue like water Who is it Cover your excited eyes with a moist red handkerchief.

The taste of love is sweet.

It is the care and encouragement that my mother gives me when I encounter setbacks.

The taste of love is sour again.

It's the sternness and anger on Dad's face when we make mistakes.

The taste of love is still salty.

It is the comfort and encouragement given by family members when they feel wronged.

The taste of love is different.

It doesn't matter if it's sweet, sour, or salty, it's all blissful.

"Tiger".

I like you guys-

A pair of clever eyes, sharp claws.

It's fierce, but I like you.

If I come to your country, I must teach you.

Be kind, don't be fierce.

And teach you.

Treat small animals kindly, and play and play happily with humans and small animals!

Mom's love.

Mommy's love is like a spring flower.

Smile and give me fragrance.

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.

Mother's love is like spring flowers.

Bring me fragrance.

Mother's love is like the summer sun.

Empower me.

Mother's love is like the autumn wind.

Brings me cool.

Mommy's love is like the sunshine in winter.

Bring me warmth.

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

Mushroom mushroom is.

Lonely little pavilion.

Only rainy days. The frogs came to hide from the rain.

The sunny frog is gone.

The pavilion was deserted.

Daddy's back, like a tall mountain, strong and hard;

Dad's back, like a thick grass, is soft and kind.

Dad's back carried a lot of my childhood memories;

Dad's back left me with a lot of laughter.

Rain and rain are falling from the sky.

The children came to play and frolic in unison.

Rain, falling from the sky.

It's wet everywhere.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

Strings of water pearls are formed!

The rain is almost stopping.

The sun appeared, the rainbow appeared, and everywhere it was warm.

After learning a lot of ancient poems, I also started to compose poems, although my mother said that my format was not quite right, but after all, it was the first time, so I should also keep it well, and I will read it when I grow up, haha!

It's a lot to look through the diary and sum it up, so let's count it first. One, two......There are five of them.

A beautiful mountain.

The mountains are beautiful and the trees hang in the forest.

It is good that the mountains are full of trees, and they are sheltered from the wind and rain. This is what I came up with when the teacher asked us to write an essay for autumn.

2. I want to clear the mountains and the parks.

The night market is fun, motherland mother. This is the scene that comes to mind when it was the National Day in Wuhan.

The three parks are beautiful.

The river in the park is light, and the leaves fall like butterflies.

Children hunt for butterflies to play, and people fly like birds.

The child is so naughty, running around and running. My mother said that I played the piano indiscriminately, but she praised me for my good imagination.

Fourth, the night market is fun.

The night market is crowded with lanterns hanging all over the streets.

The lanterns glow golden, and people sleep well in the dead of night. I really admire that I can come up with this, haha!

Five motherland mothers.

The motherland is a forest, and I am a small tree in the forest.

The motherland is a garden, and I am a small flower in the garden.

I want to make my mother more beautiful because of me, and I want to make my mother stronger because of me! I wrote it a few months ago, but when I asked my mother to call the computer today, I didn't think it was very good, and I had to work hard!

The midterm exams were finally over, and the teacher didn't give me too much homework, so I had to finish my mother's diary again. But I don't really want to write, so let's write poetry, keep it simple.

One, how good the tree is.

Birds chirp in the trees, and songs are heard.

People protect the trees and listen to songs every day. My mother asked me why I was singing "moving", and I explained that it was a beautiful singing, and it was simply called a moving song.

II. XVIII Reservoirs.

Everyone comes to the reservoir, and the mountains and rivers are magnificent.

There are many fish, and everyone loves to come. Originally, I wrote that there are many rivers and rivers, which means that there are many small rivers here, but my mother said that it was repeated, and it would be better to change it to fish, and I thought it was the same, so I revised it.

Three, the motherland mother.

The motherland is a mountain, and I am a little bird in the woods in the mountains.

The motherland is a river, and I am a small fish in the river.

The motherland is a sandy beach, and I am a grain of sand on the beach.

The motherland is the earth, and I am a palace on the earth. This is the next part of "Mother of the Motherland" last time, and maybe there will be more in the future. There are so many things big and small, more and less, I have to think slowly. Hee-hee!

It's like a little train on the mountain, it reminds me of the beautiful forest.

Dad's snoring, always intermittent, made me worry that the train would derail.

Hey? Dad's snoring stopped, was the train arrived?

An appointment with the wind.

Take off my felt hat.

The wind ruffled my hair.

Reach out of my pocket.

Let the wind hold my hand.

We hold hands.

Let's go play.

No one knows.

This is our agreement.

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.

One very hot night, I woke up from a dream, and my mother was fanning me, but sweat was soaking through her underwear.

Yes! Mother's love.

It is a cool wind.

One very cold rainy day, my mother came to pick me up from school, and an umbrella was over my head, but the rain hit my mother's body.

Ah, mother's love is an umbrella to cover the rain.

One time I was sick and my mother took me to the hospital.

Touching my very hot forehead, my mother cried anxiously.

Ah, mother's love is a shed tear.

One day, I broke the thermos and lied to my mother again, and my mother's criticism made me blush, and I didn't dare to look up into her eyes.

Ah, mother's love is a reproachful gaze.

Once, the teacher asked to use the word "most" to make a sentence, and I said, "I love my mother the most." ”

My mother told me: "The motherland should be loved the most, and the motherland is the mother of all of us." ”