【诗歌】春天的花主题诗歌：春天的花（适合小学生朗诵）

春天的花在校门口集合

春天的花，在校门口集合，排成一排一排，冲我挥手。/ 迎春花是最小的村姑，穿一条黄裙子，贴着墙根踮脚张望。/ 她小声喊我：今天暖和，快来跟我赛跑。

桃花是害羞的伴娘，红着脸，躲在枝条后头往外偷看。/ 我一打招呼，她们就晃，晃得粉彩纸落我一身。/ 她们说：别声张，我们才穿上新的衣裳。

蜜蜂是跑腿的小哥，穿着黄黑条纹的衣裳，嗡嗡嗡地跑。/ 他在迎春花的裙边停一停，又钻进桃花的袖口里说话。/ 他扯着嗓子喊：花们发糖啦，谁来都尝一口！

我站在花中间，书包在背上一颠一颠。/ 花问我在几年级，我说二年级，刚放完寒假。/ 花们一齐笑，笑得旁边的柳条乱晃。

我陪花走到教学楼脚下，花停下，我上楼。/ 迎春花挥她的小黄手，桃花挥她们的粉红手帕。/ 蜜蜂也挥手，一路挥到我们的窗户上。

早读的时候，我们开窗，花在窗外跟我们念课文。/ 迎春花念一句高的，桃花念一句低的，蜜蜂嗡嗡地给我们配低音。/ 我们班把春天念得最响，念得全校都听见。

放学我回头看，花又长高了一点点。/ 她们约我：明早早点来，记得把太阳也带来。/ 我点头，踩着满地的花香，跑回家。

晚上我趴在桌上画花，迎春花涂黄，桃花涂粉。/ 再画一只蜜蜂，圆滚滚，手里提着两桶蜜。

星期天我回校门口看花，迎春花又叫来了伙伴，一墙的金黄。/ 桃花变成了小青果，躲在叶子后头，小得更害羞。/ 蜜蜂还是忙，嗡嗡嗡，从这头跑到那头，一刻也不停。

我和花拉过钩，每天早上在校门口准时见面。/ 谁迟到，谁就多背一课；谁来得早，谁多看一眼花。/ 我从来没迟到过，因为春天的花，比我还要急。

Spring Flowers Fall in at the School Gate

Spring flowers fall in at the school gate, standing row after row, waving at me. / Winter jasmine is the smallest village girl, in one yellow skirt, tiptoeing along the wall, looking out. / She whispers to me: today is warm, come race me.

Peach blossoms are shy bridesmaids, blushing, hiding behind the branches, peeking out. / The moment I greet them, they sway, and pink confetti rains all over me. / They say: do not tell, we only just put on our new dresses.

Bees are errand boys in yellow and black striped coats, running with a buzz. / He stops at the skirt edge of winter jasmine, then ducks into the sleeve of a peach blossom to talk. / He shouts at the top of his voice: the flowers are handing out candy, everyone get a taste!

I stand in the middle of the flowers, my schoolbag bouncing on my back. / The flowers ask my grade. I say second grade, winter vacation just ended. / The flowers all laugh at once, laughing the willow branches into a swing.

I walk with the flowers to the foot of the teaching building. The flowers stop; I go upstairs. / Winter jasmine waves her little yellow hand, peach blossoms wave their pink handkerchiefs. / The bees wave too, waving all the way onto our window.

During morning reading we open the window, and the flowers recite the lesson with us outside. / Winter jasmine reads one high line, peach blossoms one low, and the bees hum the bass for us. / Our class reads spring the loudest, so loud the whole school hears.

After school I look back, and the flowers have grown a little taller again. / They make an appointment with me: come earlier tomorrow morning, and remember to bring the sun too. / I nod and run home, stepping on a ground full of flower scent.

At night I lie on the desk drawing flowers, painting winter jasmine yellow, peach blossoms pink. / Then I draw a bee, round and plump, carrying two buckets of honey in its hands.

On Sunday I go back to the school gate. Winter jasmine has called her cousins, a whole wall of gold. / The peach blossoms have turned into small green fruits, hiding behind leaves, shy and smaller than ever. / The bees are still busy, buzzing from this end to that end, never stopping for a moment.

The flowers and I once hooked little fingers: every morning, same place, same time. / Whoever is late recites one extra lesson; whoever comes early gets one more look at the flowers. / I have never been late, because the spring flowers are even more in a hurry than I am.

我问花，花问我

我问迎春花：你的小黄裙子是谁做的，天天在校墙边飘呀飘？ / 迎春花摆摆小手说：南风裁的布，春雨缝的边，阳光还缀了一排金纽扣。 / 我问迎春花：风还冷冰冰，你为什么开在最前头？ / 迎春花踮踮脚尖说：我给山上的桃花报春信，叫她们抹粉妆别迟到。

我问桃花：你的脸蛋是谁涂粉的，涂到树梢上去了？ / 桃花捂捂脸说：太阳给我讲了个秘密，我没忍住就红了。 / 我问桃花：你们怎么一夜之间全开了，像约好了一样？ / 桃花笑哈哈说：真的约好啦，根叫枝，枝叫芽，一个一个叫醒才开的。

我问小蜜蜂：小蜜蜂小蜜蜂，你在忙什么，从这个枝飞到那个枝？ / 蜜蜂揉揉眼睛说：我去上花的课，一朵花一节课，一节都不能迟到。 / 我问小蜜蜂：你怎么不守在一朵花上？ / 蜜蜂摇摇头说：每朵花都有东西给我，我哪一朵也不能落下。

我问小燕子：你从南方回来，捎了什么礼物？ / 小燕子剪剪尾巴说：捎了一身雨，还捎了一嗓子南方的歌，一路唱给花听。 / 我问小树苗：你什么时候长到窗户那么高？ / 小树苗晃晃叶子说：你每天量一次，就会长得快一点。

迎春花问我：小朋友，你给春天带了什么？ / 我拍拍小书包说：带来歌本和小树苗，歌是给花唱的，苗是给校墙边种的。 / 桃花问我：一冬天你学会了什么？ / 我拢拢手朝山上喊：我长高了，还学会了不偷懒。 / 蜜蜂问我：明天中午来不来给花浇水？ / 我把手举得高高的说：早就报上名啦，校门口花坛归我！

我问花，花问我， / 一问一答，春天就热闹起来了。 / 迎春花点头，桃花红了脸， / 蜜蜂嗡嗡地记下来，像记一份约定。 / 风一吹，满墙的花一起点头， / 像在说：明年春天，还是这里见，谁也不许迟到。

I Ask the Flowers and the Flowers Ask Me

I ask the winter jasmine: who made your little yellow dress, fluttering by the school wall day after day? / The winter jasmine waves its small hands and says: the south wind cut the cloth, the spring rain sewed the edges, and the sunshine added a row of golden buttons. / I ask the winter jasmine: the wind is still cold, why do you bloom in the very front? / The winter jasmine tiptoes and says: I carry the news of spring to the peach blossoms on the hill, so they can put on pink makeup and not be late.

I ask the peach blossoms: who painted your cheeks pink, painted them all the way to the treetops? / The peach blossoms cover their faces and say: the sun told me a secret, and I could not help turning red. / I ask the peach blossoms: how did you all open in one single night, as if by appointment? / The peach blossoms laugh out loud and say: we really did make an appointment, root calls to branch, branch calls to bud, waking one another before opening.

I ask the little bee: little bee, little bee, what are you busy with, flying from this branch to that branch? / The bee rubs its eyes and says: I go to the classes of flowers, one flower one class, and not one class may I miss. / I ask the little bee: why do you not stay on one single flower? / The bee shakes its head and says: every flower has something to give me, so I cannot leave any one out.

I ask the little swallow: you came back from the south, what gift did you carry? / The little swallow flicks its tail and says: I carried a bodyful of rain, and also a throatful of southern songs, singing them to the flowers all the way. / I ask the little sapling: when will you grow as tall as the window? / The little sapling shakes its leaves and says: measure yourself once every day, and you will grow a little faster.

The winter jasmine asks me: little child, what did you bring to spring? / I pat my small schoolbag and say: I brought a songbook and a little tree, the song is for singing to the flowers, the tree is for planting beside the school wall. / The peach blossoms ask me: what did you learn through the whole of winter? / I cup my hands and shout toward the hill: I grew taller, and I learned not to be lazy. / The bee asks me: will you come to water the flowers tomorrow at noon? / I raise my hand high and say: I signed up long ago, the flowerbed by the school gate belongs to me!

I ask the flowers, and the flowers ask me, / one question and one answer, and spring becomes lively. / The winter jasmine nods, the peach blossoms turn red, / the bee hums as it writes it all down, like writing down a promise. / When the wind blows, the whole wall of flowers nods together, / as if saying: next spring, same place, and nobody may be late.