Poetry reading and writing for second grade

The wind was a boy who played a flute, and he danced with the daisies. The wind danced with them for a while and then went away, for there were many more wild daisies waiting for him to dance with.

- Dandelion Le Hwan Ji Furry hope, furry innocence, rises up on the wind - gently, gently ...... But as soon as he gets up, the birds and the wind come and fight over the dandelion, and the wind comes and fights over the dandelion. The wind wants to take the dandelion on an unknown journey. The birds want to take it to their nests in the green grove.

Alas! Dandelion, dandelion, don't be upset. A bird's nest is a family of birds. There, the bird is dreaming, and it needs your fluffy warmth ...... warmly, dandelion, with all your passion ...... when the bird's wings are hardened, it will lift you up! And when the bird's wings have hardened, They'll lift up your furry yearning, They'll fulfill your unfinished romantic journey to a faraway land. ...... Good-bye, Farm, Stevenson The carriage came to the door at last: The eager children, rushing to get into the carriage, waved good-bye, and sang: "Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye, good-bye to all that is good-bye. Goodbye to the house, the garden, the lawn, the farm, and the farm gate, which used to be our swing.

Goodbye, pumps and stables, trees and swings, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye to everything. Peace and happiness to you all forever! Farewell to the cobwebbed hayloft, Farewell to the escalator by the hayloft door, Farewell, farewell, farewell to everything.

We went away, the whip snapping: the trees and houses grew smaller and smaller. At last we'll turn the corner by the forest, Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye to everything! MY SHADOW STEVENSON I have a little shadow, And where I go, he follows, What use he is, I know not.

From head to foot, he looked very much like me.

From head to foot, he looked very much like me, and when I jumped into bed, I saw him go up before me.

The funniest thing about him is that he loves to grow up - he's not like real kids, who always grow up so slowly. Sometimes he's so tall, he's like a ball of fur, and he jumps up into the air.

Sometimes he shrinks so small I can't find him.

Sometimes he is so small that I can't find him. He doesn't know the games that the children play, but he just tries to play tricks on me and make fun of me.

You see, he is always following me like a coward. I'd be ashamed to be stuck behind the nanny like him! One morning, very, very early, the sun had not yet risen.

I got up and saw the dewdrops glittering on a golden phoenix flower, but my lazy little shadow was still in bed, sleeping soundly.

Dewy, dewy, dewy, little niece is growing up and still a little shy. She blushes, she blushes, for the warm sun looks upon it.

- "September" [USSR] I. Tokhma (m?). Summer is leaving, autumn is coming. The sun doesn't shine like that anymore, it hides.

The rain is like a child who has just gone to school, it is still a little afraid, and it draws on the window in a crooked way.

The little ones, leaning back in the field, meditate on the blue sky. The white goose, the red horse, the black demon, the purple magic ...... little belly, sticking to the grass, little feet, crossing the sky.

One by one, like a helicopter, ready to take off to the fairy tale world. --The forest in the rain is a fairy tale world, and when you walk into it, you will become a fairy, and each tree will give you a lot of joy, and you will find a lot of new things. Crystalline raindrops roll on the leaves, and the spiders spit out silk, and string a necklace for you, and the fallen flowers make a carpet that is soft and fragrant, and the frogs beat the drums and dance for you, and the birds sing and dance for you, and they sing and dance for you, too. Birds sing in the rain, squirrels wag their fluffy tails, berries are sweet and tart in the rain, hedgehogs carry them home, and even the little raindrops do magic, and they turn into mushrooms when they fall to the ground.

First grade: Li Bai (李白), "Silent Night Thoughts" (静夜思), "Silent Night Thoughts" (静夜思), Li Bai (李白).

Raise your head to look at the moon, lower your head to think of your hometown. Next: Spring Dawn Meng Haoran, Village Dwelling Gao Ding, What I See Yuan Mei, Small Pond Yang Wanli Spring Dawn (Meng Haoran) Spring sleep does not realize the dawn, everywhere heard the crowing birds.

The sound of the wind and rain at night, and the knowledge of how many flowers have fallen. The grass grows long and the warblers fly in February, and the willow on the embankment is drunk with smoke.

Children return early from school, busy taking advantage of the east wind to release paper kites. The children were busy taking advantage of the east wind to let off paper kites.

I wanted to catch cicadas, but suddenly closed my mouth. The small pool Yang Wanli The spring is silent, and the shade of the tree loves the water.

The small lotus is only showing the tip of the corner, there are dragonflies standing on the head. The first book of the second grade: "Liu Jingwen" Su Shi, "Mountain Walk" Du Mu, "Evening Book of Returning to the Countryside" He Zhizhang, "Wanglun" Li Bai "Liu Jingwen" Su Shi, "The lotus has been exhausted, and the chrysanthemums are still proud of the frost branches".

The best time of the year to remember is when the orange is yellow and the tangerine is green. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I had ever seen a kid in my life.

The most important thing to remember is that it is the time of the year. The first time I saw this is when I was a little girl, and the second time I saw it was when I was a little girl.

Only the mirror lake in front of the door, the spring breeze does not change the old waves.

Peach blossom pool is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun sent me. The next book: "Grass" Bai Juyi, "Su Xin Shi Xu Gong Dian" Yang Wanli, "Looking at Mount Lu Waterfalls" Li Bai, "absolute lines" (two yellow oriole song Cui Liu) Du Fu Du Du Gu Yuan Grass to send off Bai Juyi away from the grass on the original, a year a dry glory.

A wildfire cannot be eliminated, but the spring breeze blows again.

I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it again," he said.

The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, and you were in the middle of the night, and you were in the middle of the night.

Children rush to chase yellow butterflies, flying into the cauliflower nowhere to find. The waterfalls of Mount Lushan Li Bai Rizhao incense burner purple smoke, look at the waterfalls hanging in front of the river.

The waterfall is three thousand feet straight down, and the Milky Way is suspected of falling into the sky. The two yellow orioles are singing in the green willow, and a line of egrets is going up to the blue sky.

The window contains a thousand autumn snows on the West Ridge, and the door is moored to a ship of ten thousand miles on the East Wu. Elementary school grade 3 Book: "Night Book" Ye Shaoweng, "September 9 Memories of Shandong Brothers" Wang Wei, "Looking at Tianmen Mountain" Li Bai, "Drinking on the Lake after the first sunny day" Su Shi, "Night Book" Ye Shaoweng Xiao Xiao wu leaf sends the cold sound, the autumn wind on the river moved the guest feelings.

I know there are children picking and weaving, and there is a bright light in the hedge at the end of the night. The first day of September 9, I remembered my brothers in Shandong, Wang Wei, alone in a foreign land is a foreigner, every festive season is twice to think of their relatives.

The first day of the month is the day of the moon, and the second day of the month is the day of the moon, and the third day of the month is the day of the moon. The sky is so clear that it's hard to see the sky, but it's hard to see the sky. Drinking on the lake after the first clear rain (Northern Song Dynasty) Su Shi Water brimming with sunshine is good, the mountain color is also strange rain.

I want to compare the West Lake to the West Lake, and I want to make it more beautiful than the West Lake, and I want to make it more beautiful than the West Lake.

I don't know who cuts the leaves? The spring breeze in February is like scissors. Chu Hsi, the spring day, the day of the victory to seek the fragrance of Surabaya, the boundless light of a new moment.

Waiting to recognize the face of the east wind, ten thousand purples and thousands of reds is always spring. The night of Tanabata is the night to see the sky, and the ox and the weaving maiden cross the river bridge.

The moon is the only place where we can see the moon, and the moon is the only place where we can see the moon. Chang'e Li Shangyin The candle shadow of the mica screen is deep, and the long river gradually falls and the dawn star sinks.

Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, the blue sea and the blue sky at night. Elementary school grade 4 The first book: "Questions West Linbi" Su Shi, "Tour Shanxi Village" Lu You, "Yellow Crane Tower send Meng Haoran's Guangling" Li Bai, "send Yuan Er make Anxi" Wang Wei West Linbi Su Shi cross look into the ridge side into the peaks, near and near the heights of the different.

Cannot see the true face of Mount Lu, only the body in this mountain. Touring Shanxi Village Lu You Do not laugh at the farmhouse wax wine muddy, the year of plenty to stay guests enough chicken and dolphin.

There is no way out of the mountain, and there is another village in the darkness. The drums and the pipes follow the spring festival, and the simple and ancient style of dress survives.

From now on, if you are free to ride the moon, you will not be able to knock on the door at night. The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.

The lonely sails of the distant shadow of the blue sky, only to see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky. Regardless of whether you're a young man or a young woman, it's not easy to find out what you're looking for in a young man.

We advise you to have a glass of wine, and to leave the Yangguan Pass in the west without an old friend.

We are not tired of looking at each other, only Jingting Mountain. The mountains of Dongting are not green, and there is a green snail on a silver plate. The South of the River Bai Juyi The South of the River is good, and the scenery is old and familiar.

The sunrise flowers of the river are more red than fire, and the water of the river is as green as blue in spring. The first time I saw it, it was a very good place to be. April in the countryside Weng volume green mountain original white full of Sichuan, Zi Gui sound rain like smoke.

The countryside in April, fewer people, only the silkworms and inserted into the field.

After the shed, the barren beds are still green, and the neighbor's bamboo shoots come over the wall. The Fishing Song Zhang Zhihe The egrets fly in front of Xisai Mountain, the peach blossoms and the water of Siniperca chuatsi fish are fat.

Green Ruo hat, green straw raincoat, the wind and rain do not have to return. Elementary school grade 5 Book: "Mooring boat Guazhou" Wang Anshi, "Autumn Thoughts" Zhang Ji, "Long Xiang Si" (mountain a course) Nalan Seide Mooring boat Guazhou Wang Anshi Jingkou Guazhou between the water, Zhongshan is only separated by a few heavy mountains.

The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river, when will the bright moon shine me back. Autumn Thoughts Zhang Ji The autumn breeze in Luoyang City makes me want to write a letter.

I'm afraid I can't say it all in a hurry, but I'm going to open the door again.

The wind and the snow have been raucous, and the dreams of the countryside have been shattered, and there is no such sound in the hometown. The next book: The Shepherd Boy, Lu Yan, Yang Wanli, Qing Ping Le - Village Dwelling, Xin Qiji, The Shepherd Boy, Lu Yan, The grass is spread across the field for six or seven miles, and the flute makes the evening wind blow three or four times.

After returning to his home, he was full of food, not taking off his straw raincoat and lying in the moonlight. The boat passed by Anren (Song) Yang Wanli A fishing boat with two children on it, they were sitting in the boat and stopped rowing.

The strange life without rain are open umbrellas, not to cover the head is to make the wind. The village dwellings of Xin Qiji, the low eaves of thatched cottages, and the green grass on the streams.

Drunk with the sound of Wu Yin, who is the old woman with white hair? The eldest child is hoeing beans on the east side of the stream, and the middle child is weaving a chicken coop. The first one is hoeing beans on the east side of the stream, the middle one is weaving a chicken coop.

Book 12: 卜算子咏梅 *** December 1961 The wind and rain send spring back, the snow welcomes spring. The wind and rain have sent the spring back, and the snow has welcomed the spring.

The wind and rain have sent the spring back, and the snow has come to welcome the spring. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.

1. Listen to Autumn

Auntie Autumn rang the wind chimes,

The sky flew over the geese,

The maple leaves snuggled up next to their mothers.

I hear the osmanthus blossom,

I hear the wind play,

The ginkgo leaves fall,

and dance their bodies with joy.

The chrysanthemums bloomed again,

a golden color far and wide.

Flocks of birds were flying about,

preparing food for the winter.

In the bustle, in the quiet,

I hear that autumn has come.

In the midst of the bustle, I can hear that autumn has come.

The letter carrier is smiling and laughing,

The big red newspaper is in his hand,

My uncle has enlisted in the army to guard the border,

and everyone is praising him for his excellent skills.

And then he handed over the cigarettes, and poured tea,

And then the neighbors said,

And they all gave me a big thumbs up,

And they all said that my uncle is a good boy.

Dot, grow up fast,

Grow up and join the army to protect the country,

Practice a good martial arts,

beat the enemy crawling on the ground.

Many people are crying uncontrollable sobbing ...... Garcarx and excited and sad, tears gushed out, it thought to itself: kind villagers, thank you, thank you! When I should have died on the battlefield, it is everyone's joint efforts to pull me back from the ghost gate, and cured my injuries, everyone's kindness I can not return. In the past twenty-six years, everyone has been so kind to me, I don't have to work, I leisurely wander around the village, go to the east house to ask for bunches of bananas, and the west house to drink water from the spring, and I've caused a lot of trouble for everyone, and now I'm getting old and I'm going to leave! I'm going to say goodbye to you, and if the fire has an afterlife, I'll return to you and be with you again.

I can't let go of this place, my home for twenty-six years. Twenty-six years, I spent as many days as years, from the armor of war to I will go to the Yellow Springs, like a sea withered stone, the process of changing stars.

It's like a dream, I saw the souls of my comrades, I called out, they couldn't hear me; now I'm here, to accompany you .......