Friendly poetry recitation of primary school students

I love the flowers of my motherland in October, because she has 56 kinds of fragrance in my heart-ah, this fragrance is unforgettable in my heart in four seasons, from peach blossom in the north in spring to rice fragrance in Hainan in severe winter, from Fujian mountain village full of litchi trees in summer to Turpan fruit fragrance with ripe grapes in autumn ... every day, colorful flowers bloom and harvest in season. I saw the most beautiful scenery-and her white and green, as beautiful as the clear sky at dawn, the hope of the future ... the autumn wind sends fragrance, and the chrysanthemums in the frost offer patches of wheatgrass. A season kisses the afterglow of the sunset, and love overflows gentle eyes. Looking at the fields peacefully, * * * flies to poetry, listening to countless sufferings flowing in the Yellow River. How many memories have accumulated in the river sand? It is your old face, and the hardships of childhood have left an indelible mark. Wind, frost, rain and snow have been fighting for half a century, and the long river of history is rolling the strings of the waves of heroes in the past, playing and singing today.