Gu Yinyin Fortune _ Gu Yin fainted after working overtime.

Modern poetry suitable for the fourth grade of primary school

1, pond

Li kunchun

The grass pond is green,

Tadpole, Mo Jingjing,

Bay by bay, piece by piece, in groups.

Twist and sway,

During the spring outing,

More like a cheerful voice banging on the staff.

Take off your tail and put on your green skirt.

Wait till tomorrow-

Deep in the fragrance of rice, frogs croak for miles.

2. white birch

Ye Saining

At my window,

There is a birch tree,

As if covered with silver frost,

Covered with snowflakes.

Furry branches,

The lace of snow embroidery is very chic.

Strings of flowers are in full bloom,

White tassels are picturesque.

In the dim silence,

Yuli this birch tree,

In the flashing golden light

Shining with brilliant snowflakes.

Birch trees wander around.

The late morning glow,

It turned to the snowy branches.

Another layer of silver brilliance.

There is only one morning in a day.

Lin Wuxian of Taiwan Province Province

The trumpeter's golden horn has sounded,

Birds also sing sweet songs to call you.

Don't sleep,

Stop thinking about your dreams.

You know,

A beautiful day awaits you.

Flowers show their bright faces and pay tribute to the sunrise.

The squirrel in the tree is jumping happily.

Don't sleep,

Stop thinking about your dreams.

You know,

A brand-new day awaits you.

Please remember-

There is only one morning in a day,

Don't let this beautiful moment,

Like water disappearing into the sand.

Why don't you get up early in the sun?

4, the flower of success

backbone

The flower of success,

People only admire her talent now!

However, at the beginning, her bud,

Soaked with tears of struggle,

The blood rain of sacrifice is scattered everywhere.

Step 5 say goodbye

Li Shutong

Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue.

The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain.

The horizon, the horizon, intimate friends are half scattered.

Life is once in a blue moon, only parting.

Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue.

When will you return this? Don't hesitate to come.

The horizon, the horizon, intimate friends are half scattered.

A pot of turbid water has spilled all the joy, so let's bid farewell to Meng Han tonight.