First grade parents read poetry.

Mother Moon in my heart told me that the moon is like sweet maltose. Dad told me that the moon is like a distant project. Grandpa told me that the moon is like a gear of years. Grandma told me that the moon is like a beautiful comb. My uncle told me that the moon is like a beautiful eye. Menstruation tells me that the moon and stars are good sisters. I told myself that the moon is like a spaceship in the night sky, carrying dreams all the way. Goose goose &; Nbsp; Mother Moon in my heart told me that the moon is like sweet maltose; Dad told me that the moon is like a distant project; Grandpa told me that the moon is like a gear of years; Grandma told me that the moon is like a beautiful comb; My uncle told me that the moon is like beautiful eyes; Menstruation tells me that the moon and stars are good sisters; I told myself that the moon is like a spaceship in the night sky, carrying dreams all the way. Weaving dreams

In the dark sky

I'm looking for your sad smile

It floats faintly in the grass.

Tell your golden dream.

This dream is your only wealth.

It's a pity that it passed so quickly.

Only your sad face is still there

Where I hope to gather.

Don't cry, your eyes are red.

Don't be so hazy about your wishes.

Learn from bugs with broken wings but strong flying.

Complete your beautiful dream in this life.

Poetry recitation for first-grade children (2);

Cherish/cherish/cherish fate

Look at the yellow sky that day

The cold wind brings the desolation of parting.

Nothing is more sad than leaving you.

Let sad thoughts drift like this.

The days of gathering are always fascinating.

Always makes people fantasize.

But it's so sad when we leave.

How can you and I be willing to bury our friendship when we are lonely?

Although parting is endless.

We should go all out to break through.

Don't forget.

Cherish these years.

bamboo shoots

Quietly blasted off the earth?

I want to inquire about the situation in spring.

The secret of tree green and the news of flowers blooming.

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