Poems of primary school students on New Year's Day

The poems of primary school students celebrating New Year's Day are as follows:

New Year's Day

New Year's Day is like a beautiful thing.

Look at that.

As soon as New Year's Day arrives.

Our faces.

Have the brightest smile.

We put on new clothes.

What good air.

New Year's Day is like a special festival.

Look at that.

Frugal parents.

I bought you a lot of delicious snacks.

There are also many fun toys.

Buy them all for you.

Surprise you.

At the same time, it also makes you feel the warmth of your family.

Ah.

New Year's Day is beautiful.

I am also very happy.

Five Seven Rhymes of New Year's Day:

( 1)

The east wind blows rain over the dry river, and peony comes in spring.

Wan Li Guanhe short double package, single passenger for three years.

The plum blossom fragrance is still there, and Liu Xue is still there.

Don't blame your respect. Drinking often makes it difficult to eat, drink and be merry.

(2)

The Yangtze River crosses the sky, and the east wind blows green in Bai Yang.

When you are proud, life must be happy, but there is nothing you can do about it.

The years are old and the mountains and rivers are bleak.

Spring is more eager to leave a trace of fragrance, and yellow flowers shine on the wine brother everywhere.

(3)

After living a strong life, why not think about everything?

The old life was just white hair, and the smell of Qiu Lai was clear and cold.

Plum blossoms are ripe before spring, and the willow color is still fragrant after snow.

It is normal to count the new sun and moon in the cup from the beginning.

(4)

Light sand is scattered on the new sunny grass, and the boss's style is still Hua Shao.

In Wan Li, geese fly in the sky, and crows approach the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Over the years, I have realized that my head will turn white and my dreams will be a little surprised.

Sitting alone in the hall recalling the past, I wanted to go to Wei Zi several times.

(5)

Firecrackers have been off for another year, and the east wind blows and rains over Xichuan.

In spring, the vegetation in Qian Shan is green, and the snow in Wan Li floats in the rivers and lakes.

When I get old, I gradually realize that my body is a dream, and I'm worried about coming to Mo Wen to drink like spring.

Plum blossoms bloom before they bloom. Listen to the strings in front of you.