First grade is a world of discoveries, new friends, and big changes. It's a time when letters form words, and words form amazing stories. Every little student harbors enormous potential, only just beginning to unfold. These poems are dedicated to the joys and excitement, the first successes and amusing failures of those who have just crossed the threshold of school. May they remind you of those wonderful childhood days and inspire you to new achievements.<\/p>\n
\nA new backpack on my shoulders, Like a dream, a little too big. In it are notebooks, a pencil, And a pencil case, like a scent. For the first time in the school yard, My heart beats like a bird. Ahead lies a happy debate, And a string of knowledge.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nThe letter "A"\u00ab<\/h2>\n
\nThe letter "A" is like a tent, And like a house for a beetle. A great fairy tale lives within it, And a magical river. On paper, a light trace, The first symbol, the first step. This sound is so distant, But now it's just a sign. And the teacher is nearby, Helping, unhurriedly. In this vast world, "A" is the beginning, good!\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nThe first bell<\/h2>\n
\nA sound trembled in the air, silvery, pure, resonant. It was the first school friend, calling us into a world so vast and subtle. A look of anxiety, trembling slightly, but hope burned in her eyes. The heart beats joyfully, a vast galaxy lies ahead. Mom's hands are so warm, Dad's gaze \u2013 confident, stern. On this day, like a bright violin, a magical syllable resounded. And the teacher, with a smile, greets the new children. Into the bright and flexible world of knowledge, the school garden opens.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nNew friends<\/h2>\n
\nMeetings, glances, names, a new world shines around. Together, joy is complete, someone stutters timidly. Shared laughter and a shared class, the first experience of a strong friendship. Together, to build the world now, and dream of a bright life.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nDrawing lesson<\/h2>\n
\nPaints, brushes, pencil, a white sheet \u2013 like a blank canvas. A magical beach lives within it, and the spring birds' post. We draw the bright sun, clouds, flowers, houses. We fly to a world of fantasy, where spring always reigns. Every stroke is like inspiration, every color is a new world. In this creative movement, the entire ether dissolves.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nFirst test<\/h2>\n
\nThe silence in the classroom rings, Thoughts swirl in my head. My heart beats timidly, The first test is a guard. Letters dance, numbers in a row, A complex round of questions. But the teacher is a treasure, She will prompt, if suddenly there is a platoon. Both the task and the dictation, Everything must be done well. This is the first important chance, To show knowledge in spite of everything. Everything will work out, I know, The main thing is not to lose heart. And adding to victory, We will continue to study.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nChange<\/h2>\n
\nShift work is like a short dream, Everything changes quickly. A lesson, then a bell, And sparks fly across the desk. New words, stories, Interesting tasks. There is so much light in this world, And knowledge has no sorrow.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nSchool yard<\/h2>\n
\nThe schoolyard is like a stadium, Where they play and run. The great season is in full swing here, And they laugh and dream. The sun warms, the wind blows, The leaves swirl in a dance. Every moment here is so exciting, In this childish, bright shine. Here are friends, and here is play, Here is joy and sorrow. The schoolyard is my country, Where my dreams blossomed. And the teacher is nearby, Making sure everything is in order. In this world full of glances, The schoolyard is my best garden.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nCalligraphy<\/h2>\n
\nThe letters in the notebook are neat, like soldiers in formation. You need to write them beautifully, and strive day after day. Each curl is like a secret, each stroke is like a new sign. In this world, so by chance, a beautiful poppy is born.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nThe top five<\/h2>\n
\nAn A in my diary glows, shining brightly like a star. My heart beats joyfully, and my soul trembles with happiness. This is my first success, a reason for pride. I overcame my sin, and reached my heights. And the teacher praises me, for my diligence and work. On this day, my soul soars, and my dreams grow. I will continue to study, seek new knowledge. And add to my victories, to conquer the whole world.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nLunch in the canteen<\/h2>\n
\nFragrant soup and a cat, The school cafeteria is so delicious. Here you will find shelter, And fill your life skillfully. Conversations, laughter and noise, Friends sit next to me. Together we are a great union, And we all share the game.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nReading aloud<\/h2>\n
\nThe pages whisper words to me, And miracles come to life. In a fairy-tale world, my head, And a magical strip. I read aloud for everyone, Trying to pronounce clearly. There are so many obstacles in this world, But I will continue reading. And the teacher listens, Helping if suddenly there is a problem. In this world, everything shines, Reading is my best treasure.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nHomework<\/h2>\n
\nNotebooks, books, pencil, homework awaits. It must be done now, so that knowledge lives within us. Both the task and the dictation, everything must be done carefully. This is an important, valuable chance to show yourself clearly.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nFarewell call<\/h2>\n
\nThe final bell has rung, the beautiful summer has arrived. Ahead lies a joyful stream, and dreams abound. First grade is already behind us, but memories of it will remain in our hearts, a bright, kind sign.\n<\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\nAnd so, having turned the last page, we say goodbye to these little heroes, full of hope and discovery, and wish them success in their future school life.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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