Are there poems for children to read? Slightly longer

There are many in the Book of Songs that are suitable for children to recite, and you can look for them when you have nothing to do.

Poems recited by childrenMy homesickness.

It is the string that holds the kite.

The farther away from home. The longer the longing.

My homesickness. It is a wine that is treasured in the heart.

The longer you are away from home. The more mellow the taste.

My homesickness. It is a star hidden in the sky.

In the dead of night.

Then they shined one by one, ......

My homesickness. It's the full moon over and over again;

My homesickness. It is a column of sailing ships;

My homesickness. It is separated by the constant flow of seawater;

My homesickness. It is a distant shore.

Hometown is a magnet.

The hometown is the placenta.

My homesickness. It's the child's expectation of milk.

It's an unrequited apprehension.

It is an unwavering return and attachment!

A child's recitation of a parody poem IIMy motherland, lovely China, you have created a glorious history, and you have raised a great nation.

I am proud of your longevity, thousands of years of wind blowing do not cover your upright back, I am proud of your strength, resisting internal and external troubles through the years.

I am proud of your brightness, the Chinese nation has firmly grasped its destiny, I am proud of your spirit, and the reform is courageous and open up.

Poetry recited by children IIII 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?

sonPoetry 4 recited by TongThe autumn wind rises, and the leaves fall.

Standing in the wind, you can feel a little cool.

Picking up a leaf, a wave of sadness suddenly swelled up in my heart.

Leaves, leaves.

Why do you wither in the fall?

Why wouldn't you? I wish there would be no more fallen leaves when I walked beside the trees.

I wish there was a place where the trees were green all year round.

I love green, and I like the green world even more.

There was a very hot night.

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

Yes! Mother's love 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 a mulberry that shelters from 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." ”

Poems suitable for children to read are:

1. "Today, we are the rising sun".

Today, we are young little trees;

Tomorrow, it will thrive and be green.

Today, we are the buds waiting to be released;

Tomorrow, the garden will be full of flowers, and the peach and plum will be fragrant.

Today, we are babbling streams;

Tomorrow, it will converge into a great river, raging and unrestrained.

Today. We are the rising sun;

Tomorrow, it will shine brightly.

Look, the bright red scarf flutters in the wind;

Listen, the trumpet of progress has sounded;

Study hard, make progress every day, we will be the pillars of the motherland!

2, "Excited Eyes".

In the days of the hustle and bustle of flowers, the season of bidding farewell to the spring breeze in June, the crystal clear, pure heart blooms.

The emerald green curtain slowly opened, and the little angel with pink and heavy makeup on the stage.

Babbling and whispering, the trees are full of bright stories, and the sky is as blue as water.

Who covered his excited eyes with a moistened red handkerchief.

3, "Spring Bird".

The spring bird is a good companion of the golden voice, every morning, wake me up from my dream, my mother said that the spring bird is calling me, she asked me to go with her to the big forest, listen to the moving chorus of nature.

4, "Pomegranate".

The pomegranate blossoms are blooming, it is Aunt Xia who has tied a bright bow, the pomegranate fruit is ripe, and it is Mother Qiu shaking the red bell of the harvest.

5, "Straw Hat".

The little holes in the straw hat are the doors I have opened for the sun, and you see, the sun is coming down, and they are mischievously stepping on my shadow, and my shadow has left their footprints.

Children's poems have the general characteristics of poetry, and at the same time, they are children's poems, and the psychological and educational requirements of children should be taken into account from the content to the form. The following poems are suitable for children to read, I hope you find it helpful.

Do you like to fly up on a swing and into the blue sky?

Ah, every kid can.

Take a swing ride and have fun!

Flying high in the sky, over the high wall, how wide the world becomes, streams, green trees, cattle and sheep, across the entire pasture.

I looked down at the green garden, and the brown roof was in front of me;

I flew high again into the sky, out of the sky and back to the ground!

A tree in the spring. It's time to start counting the leaves, one by two, by three.

In the summer, count the flowers, one, two, three.

In the fall, count the fruits, one, two, three.

It's boring to have nothing to count in the winter!

I just fell asleep standing up.

Li Kunchun. Bravely jumped down, a thread, one by one, washed the green seedlings, drunk the flowers.

Circles, circles, ripples are spreading, the rivers are laughing, and they are spinning dimples.

Towards the sea, the stream rushes and sings a spring song.

The wild mushroom was afraid of getting wet, so he held up a small umbrella and hid in a small corner.

I love summer, flowers all over the ground:

One here, one there, more than the stars in the sky.

At night, the flowers slept, and I counted the stars in the sky:

One here, one there, and more than the flowers on the ground.