Poems to Celebrate June 1 Children's Day (General 36)
Sending off the golden May, we ushered in the joyful "June 1" Children's Day. In this sunny and beautiful day, this article is specially collected and organized for you to celebrate June 1 Children's Day poems, I hope you like it!
Poetry to Celebrate June 1 Children's Day 1
"Happy June 1"
Why is it so glorious?
The flowers of June 1
Why are they so fragrant?
The red scarf of June 1
Why is it so bright?
The children of June 1
Why so cheerful ......
You know, he knows,
Everyone knows.
Poetry to celebrate Children's Day 2
"Excited Eyes"
On the day of the hustle and bustle of flowers
June bids farewell to the season of spring winds
A bright and shining
To the clean and incomparable heart blooming in accordance with the blossoming of
Jade-colored curtains opened slowly
On the stage of the powdered and thickly made-up little angels
The trees are full of brightly colored stories
The sky is as blue as water
Who covers his eyes with a wet red handkerchief
To celebrate the Children's Day on June 1
The Park on Children's Day
Flowers of flowers bloom with sweet smiles
A richly scented June day is on our faces.
Pairs of white ducks swim in the blue water,
pairs of wooden paddles swing the painting boat.
The Chang'e envies the Children's Day,
the Weaving Maiden thinks of the mortal lazy fairy.
Dare to ask who is the master of the Yao Tai?
The new bud is blooming in childhood.
On June 1, the climate is pleasant and flowers bloom.
On June 1, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the vitality is high.
June 1, this belongs to our festival, once again came to us.
We rally.
With songs, with dances, to express the happiness of children.
Today we are little warblers out of the nest, and tomorrow will fly high, high.
Today, we are budding flowers, tomorrow will be beautiful and enchanting.
We are what we are.
The red scarf is burning on your chest.
See tomorrow, we will use our own hands.
Lift the mountain, pick up the river.
Hold up the modernized motherland and fly the golden goal. p> The doves that spread their wings and fly high
carry away
all our
blessings, ideals, hopes and aspirations!
Childhood in Memory
When I was a child, my mother told me
When you grow up, you will be able to go to a faraway place
and walk a long, long way in life
and step on thousands of mountains
I was looking forward to this! ......
I hoped that I would grow up soon
And when I did grow up, I would be able to go to faraway places like adults
I have traveled a long, long way in my life
I have traveled a long, long way
I have traveled a long, long way in my life
Childhood, childhood, childhood
Childhood in my memory
Childhood in my memory, childhood in my memory, childhood in my memory
I have dreamed of a long, long, long, long time.
It's beautiful and warm
It's pure
Poem to celebrate Children's Day
Children's Day Thoughts
Under the sunshine of June
Countless flowers
The most colorful day
Colored flags, drums and trumpets are loud and clear
The most colorful day
Colored flags and drums are loud and clear
Colored flags and drums are loud and clear
Colored flags and drums are loud and clear
Colored flags and drums are loud and clear and clear
The songs and dances are flying
The mother is drunk
The new seedlings are growing strong
The hope is on fire
The future is thriving in the cradle
A touch of emotion
The joy rushes to my heart
I don't feel like I'm a young man again
How many fortunes I have had
Grateful in my pride
Look, the season of flowers The poem belongs to the motherland
Childhood in Memory
Children's Day poem, also a children's song
When I was a child, my mother told me
When you grow up, you can go to a faraway place
You can walk a long, long way in your life
You have stepped on thousands of mountains
At that time, I was a young man, and I had no idea what I was going to do. p>
At that time, I was looking forward to ......
wishing that I would grow up soon
so that I could be like an adult
and go to a faraway place
walking a long, long way in my life
trekking through thousands of mountains
Childhood
Childhood
My childhood is always in my dreams
It's beautiful and warm
It's pure
And happy
The delicate of the delicate
Like a smile in your sleep
Spring is your holiday
Songs fill your bag
A song on your lips
Bouncing and jumping
Prosperity is your wait
When you can handle the world
Colorful dreams All your dreams will come true with your creation
Ah, you are the earliest festival of mankind
And the most permanent expectation of mankind
You are the earliest enlightenment of mankind
But also the greatest hope of mankind
Poem celebrating the Children's Day on June 110Children's Day Thoughts
The Children's Day Thoughts
The Children's Day Thoughts
The Children's Day Thoughts
Under the June sun
Countless flowers
The most delicate day
Colored flags, drums and trumpets in the sky
Joyful songs and dances fly
Mother is drunk
The new seedlings thrive
Hope is like a fire
In the cradle there is the future flourishing
A touch of emotion.
Joy rushes to my heart
I don't feel young again
How fortunate I am
Grateful in my pride
See, the flowering season belongs to the motherland
Poem to celebrate Children's Day on June 1, 11"For Children's Day"
"For Children's Day"
"For Children's Day"
"For Children's Day"
"For Children's Day"
With the rising sun,
I walked on a busy path.
The clear wind brushed the cheeks of the years,
and brought a series of silver bells sound.
It was a team of lovely children,
It was the rising sun in the morning.
That is a reddish sunset,
That is the hope for the future of the motherland.
Today is another Children's Day,
and there is a sea of joy everywhere!
I enjoyed a childish smile,
warmth in my heart.
Age is not our distance,
all put the motherland's beautiful reverence.
Follow the footsteps of the children,
Our eyes are as bright!
Poem to Celebrate June 1 Children's Day 12A Poem for June 1 Children's Day
Childishness grows and matures,
as long as it doesn't senesce and corrupt.
Dancing and singing, June 1 children celebrate the festival;
The sun shines brightly, thousands of new flowers are pleasant.
The flowers of the motherland are full of sunny flowers;
The future masters are the successors of the generation.
Children's life is infinite.
The movements of a child are clean and upright.
The child, the pure and innocent flower of humanity.
Childhood is the most wonderful stage of life,
when the child is a flower and a fruit,
a piece of hazy cleverness,
a kind of never-ending activity, a strong desire.
A child's life is a life of play;
A child's world is a world of play.
Children are our future, our hope,
is the most valuable treasure of our country.
Children are the ones who create the industry, not the ones who inherit the legacy.
Children are the most precious natural resource of mankind.
Study hard, set your mind on the future, and become a new generation;
Be upwardly mobile, be a pillar of material, and create a thousand years of greatness.
Love of work, love of science; moral and civilized.
Study hard to learn the three good, study hard to reach the peak.
The ideal of a great fight, the young heart bloomed red flowers.
The young man's ambition is far-reaching, and his ambition is high.
From a young age, we love science and grow up to reach the peak.
The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Happy Children's Day to you!
Happy Children's Day.
Happy Children's Day!
May you always have a child's heart and smile every day.
Happy Children's Day! I wish you the best of luck and good health.
Happy Children's Day!
Happy Children's Day to all the children,
Study hard, every day up, everyone like a model.
Hello! Happy Children's Day!
Poem for Children's Day
Mom put a mole on her daughter's forehead when she was five years old
and also put it on her own heart
Thirty years ago today Mom's mom put one on her mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother.
The mother hid it for thirty years
The daughter flew on the road at the festival
The mother walked in her daughter's jumping beauty spot
Strings of sugarplums shouted loudly
The bow on the head of the daughter flew to the sugarplums
The sugarplums then kissed the forehead of the old woman who was hugging it
So a fiery red beauty spot The old lady then smiled as the candy cane dripped with color
She also told a story
"I put one on my daughter too? More than thirty years ago
That year yo
Not as fresh as now"
The youngest daughter suddenly asked the old lady to bend over
She took the beauty mole on her forehead and pasted it on the old lady's forehead
And said
"Happy June 1, Grandma! "
Written for Children's Day
With the rising sun,
I walked on a busy path.
The wind is blowing through the cheeks of the years,
and it's bringing the sound of silver bells.
It was a team of lovely children,
It was the rising sun in the morning.
That is a reddish sunset,
That is the hope for the future of the motherland.
Today is another Children's Day,
and there is a sea of joy everywhere!
I enjoyed a childish smile,
warmth in my heart.
Age is not our distance,
all put the motherland's beautiful reverence.
Follow the footsteps of the children,
Our eyes are as bright!
Poetry to Celebrate Children's Day 15
"I Want to Fly"
I want to fly,
Fly freely,
Fly without restraint.
I want to fly,
with the birds
to the sky to play and play.
I want to fly,
to all parts of the world,
to visit the world's famous places.
I want to fly,
with you
to the stars of the universe,
and chat with the stars and the moon.
Poem to Celebrate Children's Day 16Life is like spring - Happy Children's Day
My years
Have long since slipped through the innocent 'rounds of the years
My consolations
Have long since ceased to be sweets and treats
My needs
Have become as colorful as the rainbow
The rain, the sun, the snow, the heat, the cold, the temperature
Will make me sad
Or happy
But there are many times
When I'm happy, I can't help it
But when I'm happy, I dance
And when I'm sad, the tears roll down my cheeks
And when I'm sad, the tears roll down my face
And when I'm sad, I can't help but dance. When I'm sad, tears roll down my cheeks
I'm younger when I dance
I'm younger when I cry
Like the silky clouds in the blue sky
Today is the day
I'm wearing a short floral dress
The same blessing
Returns my childhood heart
Happy Holiday
May all the children who were once children, who are now children, be happy with their lives. Children now
Life is like spring
Poem to celebrate Children's Day 17Smiling twilight
The sky envelops me
And you too
Under the sky the birds fly
I'm watching
Standing in your shadow
The past walks Out
I have only one porch
No grass in front of my door
Cracks in front of my door
Ants live in my porch
Electricity wires pass by
The scent of magnolias passes by
Butterflies pass by
I'm standing in your shadow
Cooling down
How small love is<
How vast is the sky
How many green leaves cover the summer
The sea is foaming
The foam is salty
I just want to
Wash my hair
Side by side with you
On the riverbank
Look at the grass and grasses grow abundantly
The water rises and runs muddy
Look at birds flying
One by one, two by two, two by two, two by two, two by one. >
One, two
Poem for Children's Day 18The latest poem for Children's Day
Ah, children
You are the flowers of the motherland
Young and elegant smile, innocent
Tiny voice, sweet and pleasant to the ear
Petite body, lively and lovely.
Curious mind, pure and innocent
Beautiful clothes, colorful
Ah, children!
You are the future of the motherland
The future building of the motherland
needs you to add bricks and mortar
The future development of science and technology, the revitalization of the future
needs you to take charge of it
The future of the motherland, the peace, the wealth and strength of the motherland
needs you to maintain it, to achieve it
Ah, children
You are the eagles of the next century
You are the children who will be the first in the world to be born in the future.
You are the eagle of the century
Study hard and master your skills
Study hard and work hard
Build a prosperous motherland with excellent grades
Poem to celebrate Children's Day 19
Children's Day Thoughts
Under the sunshine of June
Countless Flowers
The most delicate day
Colored flags, drums and trumpets in the sky
Songs and dances in the air
The mother is drunk
Seedlings are growing strong
Hope is like a fire
The future flourishes in the cradle
Touching the scene
Delight rushes up to my heart
I don't feel like I'm a young man again
How much luck is there in this world? >
How fortunate
Grateful in pride
Look, the flowering season belongs to the motherland
Poem to celebrate Children's Day 20Children's Day reminiscences
Red children,
Green dreams,
The top of the head
Has five stars shining brightly.
Give you a sky,
Give you an earth,
Give you a set of light wings,
And fly towards the sea.
Even if the mountain is high,
it will not be able to stop your ambition to fly;
even if the road is long,
it will not be able to stop your will to move forward.
The bright flag flutters in the wind,
Forward,
Forward,
The vast universe
is our direction.
Happy Children's Day
Wandering with the spring rain
Filling the eyes with bright spring light
Letting the mood fly freely
Carrying a strand of flute singing
Losing the eyes with pleasant fragrance
Watching the greenness of the high spirit
Dissolving all the sadness and sorrows.
Happy Children's Day
Happy Children's Day
Baby
Poetry for Children's Day 22The Railway Children
As we climbed the slopes of the rift valley
Our eyes were at eye level with the white magnetic cups on the telegraph poles
And the sizzling wires.
Like lovely languid hands they wind eastward and westward
for miles until we are out of sight, dangling
under their loads of swallows weighing them down.
We were small and thought we didn't know
anything worth knowing. We expected words to walk on wires
hidden in little bags of glittering raindrops,
each seedy bag full of
heavenly light, glorious sentences, and we
so infinitesimally small in comparison
that we could pass a word through the eye of a needle.
Children's Day in the Park
Flowers are opening up with sweet smiles,
The flowers are opening up,
The face is thick with fragrance.
Pairs of white ducks swim in the blue water,
pairs of wooden paddles swinging the painting boat.
The Chang'e envies the Children's Day,
the Weaving Maiden thinks of the mortal lazy fairy.
Dare to ask who is the master of the Yao Tai?
The new bud is blooming in childhood.
The Excited Eyes
On the day of the hustle and bustle of the blossoms
The season of June's farewell to the spring breeze
The bright and shiny
The heart of the clean and unparalleled bloomed in the air
The jade-colored curtains were opened
The stage was set for the first time. p>
I love my country y,
Here I can sing loudly,
I hold the freedom to live happily,
I roam on the train of my dreams,
My mother said that angels are not afraid of lonely wanderings,
Even if I am abroad,
But my dreams take me back to my lair every day,
But my dreams take me back to my lair every day,
I stand on the ground, and I love my country.
I stand under the five-star red flag and create,
I sing loudly that I love my motherland.
Poetry to Celebrate June 1 Children's Day 26
"Dewdrops"
Dewdrops,
The purest tears,
That are the tears of the angels,
That feed us,
That make us learn to be pure.
That is the sweat of the flower fairies,
which nourishes us,
so that we learn to be industrious.
And,
what is it?
I think...
Those who love progress the most know.
We are flowers
Have you ever seen the dance of flowers
so enchanting
Have you ever heard the laughter of flowers
so dainty
Have you ever gone after the sweet tunes of childhood in the song of flowers?
Whether it's lily of the valley or lavender
That beautiful floral language surrounds us
Yellow roses are eternal smiles
Ink-colored mountain cherry blossoms are noble and light
Let these beautiful flowers come along with happiness
Poetry to Celebrate Children's Day on June 1, 2011 28I Saw the Wind
I saw the wind
I saw the wind
I saw the wind
I saw the wind
I saw the wind
I saw the wind
I saw the wind. strong>
I saw the wind upstairs,
Please do believe it -
I saw the wind walk through the grass,
Treading a trail of clear footprints.
The wind was a fat man,
and it went into the woods across the street,
and it squeezed the little trees and made them shake,
and the sound of it gasping for breath came out of the crevices of the trees.
But when I went down to look for it,
it was nowhere to be seen,
The grass was flat, and the woods were still,
and I don't know where the wind hid.
I saw the wind walking through the grass, and I saw a clear trail of footsteps.
Poem to celebrate June 1 Children's Day 29
"Lovely June 1"
The sky of June 1 is as blue as water,
The sweet song of June 1,
Makes our crystalline,
Pure and unparalleled heart winged to blossom,
The dream of June 1 quietly blooms around us! I'm not going to be able to do that.
The blessing of June 1st warms our hearts!
The laughter of June 1 is all around us!
On June 1, we are covered by the sunlight!
This is a festival for children all over the world!
It's a festival that all children look forward to!
Happy June 1 to all children!
30Our June 1
The sun of June 1
Why is it so glorious?
The flowers of June 1
Why are they so fragrant?
The red scarf of June 1
Why is it so bright?
The children of June 1
Why are they so happy ......
You know, he knows,
Everybody knows.
The festival of the world's teenagers
has come,
the world's most innocent festival
is now.
The budding flower
We are the budding flower of our motherland,
Tomorrow will be beautiful and enchanting.
We are the outstanding sons and daughters of China!
We have to use infinite wisdom and hard-working hands:
Lift up the mountain, pick up the river,
Hold up the modernized motherland,
Fly to the golden goal ......
All the children of China to unite, forge ahead, and cheer!
Splendid tomorrow belongs to us!
Wish all children a happy June 1!
The First of June Our festival Flowers, flags and beautiful balloons Laughing Our happy mood But we'd like to weave Our flowery smile Into a great big song, a great big song, a great big song. A huge wreath Raised by the children of the world *** together Together We will say goodbye to poverty Goodbye to war Goodbye to discrimination Goodbye to the hideousness of all evils And on this azure planet Create a high civilization of the global village. high civilization of the global village "Precious Childhood" Childhood is the most wonderful stage of a life, when a child is a flower, a fruit, a piece of hazy cleverness, and moreover, a kind of never-ending activity. A child's life is a life of play; A child's world is a world of play. Children are our future, our hope, and the most valuable asset of our country. We must study well, set a cloud of ambition, when a generation of new people; We must be up every day, to do a pillar of material, create a thousand years of work. After the Rain The young green treetops glittered with golden light, The square became an ocean! A group of barefoot children in the water, happy as if they were gods. The little brother stepped hard on the water, splashing the water as high as he could. He shouted, "Sister, be careful, slippery!" Said he slipped a cross himself! He patted his watery, muddy pants, and mouthed, "Oops - oops!" And his red, jubilant face beams with excitement and pride. The little sister, with her short pigtails, followed closely behind the muddy pants, biting her lip, lifting her skirts, and running gently and carefully, wishing that she, would have taken such a nasty fall too!
"I don't want to grow up"
I want to live in a world where I never grow up
People are innocent and kind and don't hurt each other
Even if they fight, they make up quickly
Even if they cry, they stop quickly
In the bedroom, on the playground, by the river.
Piles of toys that we **** with
The sky is blue and the earth is white
Everywhere we go, there are little windmills
Little wooden horses and little flowers
Shy smiles on their faces
Today's world is a sad place to be in
Disgusting and unchangeable
Especially when time has sent us to youth
And to middle age
And when we've got a lot to do with the world, we've got a lot to do with it
And when it's not enough to change the world.
We live a hard life and take pleasure in it
There is only one night in the year
To spend it briefly
There is only one night in the year
To think of distant things
Poem in celebration of Children's DayNostalgia
Once upon a time, in the past, there was a time when I was a little girl, but I was a little girl, but I was a little girl. p>
In the old days, I was king, happy and rich,
and the princess next door was my beautiful wife.
We harvested the pearls of sorghum, the jewels of corn,
and the gold paper that hung on the old elm trees.
And now? Today I am penniless.
Pop songs and neon lights have made my mind anemic.
Standing on the streets in a state of insanity,
I don't know where to go.
The dying stars,
gently, I want to gently,
with a silver paper cutter,
cut the veins of the blue river,
and let the melancholy and the naiveté,
flood angrily.
To a dying star,
I forgot the tears that crawled on my face.
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