A fost odat\u0103 ca niciodat\u0103\u2026..<\/p>\n
\u2026un regat. \u00cen apropierea unui Cr\u00e2ng, era un castel la poarta c\u0103ruia, \u00eentr-o frumoas\u0103 zi de toamn\u0103, au b\u0103tut aproape 30 de pitici. Le-a deschis \u0219i i-a primit cu bra\u021bele deschise dou\u0103 c\u0103l\u0103uze.<\/p>\n
\u0218i am pornit \u00eempreun\u0103 \u00eentr-o frumoas\u0103 c\u0103l\u0103torie: din \u021bara lui Mo\u0219 Cr\u0103ciun, pe t\u0103r\u00e2mul prin\u021beselor, de la Poli c\u0103tre de\u0219ert, prin lumea cifrelor \u0219i literelor, din jungl\u0103 la oceane \u0219i chiar \u00een cosmos \u0219i c\u00e2te \u0219i mai c\u00e2te t\u0103r\u00e2muri unde numai un suflet curat de copil poate ajunge. Fiecare zi era o alt\u0103 pagin\u0103 de poveste.<\/p>\n
La sf\u00e2r\u0219itul fiec\u0103rui an, am \u00eencheiat povestea cu o petrecere: am fost fulgul de nea ce cade pe obrazul p\u0103rintelui, am fost \u021b\u0103r\u0103ncu\u021ba ce a \u00eenc\u00e2ntat sufletul bunicii cu obiceiurile, portul, c\u00e2ntul \u0219i dansul rom\u00e2nesc, am fost \u0219i voi fi ,,prin\u021besa\u201d mamei.<\/p>\n
Balul de absolvire: frumos \u0219i trist, un sf\u00e2r\u0219it \u0219i un nou \u00eenceput. C\u0103l\u0103uzele au v\u0103zut c\u0103 acei pitici s-au transformat \u00een copii frumo\u0219i, de\u0219tep\u021bi, curajo\u0219i \u0219i i-au trimis \u00een lume, fiecare pe drumul lui, s\u0103 descopere lucruri noi, s\u0103 creasc\u0103 buni \u0219i drep\u021bi, s\u0103 devin\u0103 oameni de n\u0103dejde ai regatului.<\/p>\n
,,O s\u0103 \u00eemi fie p\u00e2n\u0103 la ad\u00e2nci b\u0103tr\u00e2ne\u021bi dor de dumneavoastr\u0103. Mul\u021bumesc c\u0103 m-a\u021bi \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat multe lucruri frumoase!\u201d<\/p>\n
Piticul Rebeca Andreea Radu<\/p>\n
Primii pa\u0219i spre cunoa\u0219tere<\/p>\n
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Am \u00eenceput \u00eentr-o zi de toamn\u0103 c\u00e2nd am \u00eent\u00e2lnit mul\u021bi copii noi. M\u0103 \u00eentrebam dac\u0103 to\u021bi vor fi prietenii mei.<\/p>\n
Cu ajutorul doamnelor educatoare, am \u00eenceput s\u0103 ne cunoa\u0219tem pe noi, odat\u0103 cu ceea ce ne \u00eenconjoar\u0103.<\/p>\n
Am aflat c\u0103 nu \u00eent\u00e2lnim acelea\u0219i flori pe planet\u0103, am aflat c\u0103 nu suntem to\u021bi la fel, am \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat s\u0103 accept\u0103m c\u0103 suntem diferi\u021bi, avem pasiuni diferite, dar ne putem completa astfel \u00eenc\u00e2t niciodat\u0103 s\u0103 nu ne plictisim, s\u0103 \u00eenv\u0103\u021b\u0103m unul de la cel\u0103lalt.<\/p>\n
Le mul\u021bumesc nespus doamnelor care ne-au c\u0103l\u0103uzit ace\u0219ti primi pa\u0219i \u00een universul cunoa\u0219terii.<\/p>\n
Cu drag, Sara Maria Burceag<\/p>\n
Draga mea gr\u0103dini\u021b\u0103<\/p>\n
Eram un mic boboc c\u00e2nd am p\u0103\u0219it cu team\u0103 \u00een gr\u0103dini\u021b\u0103. totul era nou, eram curios \u0219i speriat \u00een acela\u0219i timp de aceast\u0103 nou\u0103 etap\u0103 din via\u021ba mea.<\/p>\n
Am c\u0103l\u0103torit \u00een aceast\u0103 lume magic\u0103 a pove\u0219tilor, cu personaje \u00eenv\u0103luite de mister \u0219i imagini fascinante unde fiecare dintre noi ne-am descoperit, am aflat lumea cifrelor, a literelor, a poeziei, a c\u00e2ntecelor care ne-au ajutat s\u0103 ne dezvolt\u0103m vocabularul, imagina\u021bia.<\/p>\n
Vreau s\u0103 v\u0103 mul\u021bumesc doamnelor educatoare, pentru tot sprijinul, r\u0103bdarea \u0219i aten\u021bia pe care mi-a\u021bi acordat-o:<\/p>\n
\u00cemi pare r\u0103u acum c\u0103 plec,<\/p>\n
\u0218i mi-a\u0219 dori ca \u0219i la toamn\u0103<\/p>\n
S\u0103 \u00eemi z\u00e2mbi\u021bi din u\u0219\u0103 iar\u0103.<\/p>\n
Dar asta e!<\/p>\n
Eu am crescut,<\/p>\n
\u0218i la \u0219coal\u0103 am s\u0103 m\u0103 duc,<\/p>\n
Dar voi veni mereu<\/p>\n
La doamnele mele<\/p>\n
Care mi-au repetat, mereu \u00eencrez\u0103toare<\/p>\n
C\u0103 voi deveni \u00een fiecare zi ,,mai mare\u201d.<\/p>\n
La revedere, z\u00e2ne bune,<\/p>\n
Dar nu pentru mult timp<\/p>\n
C\u0103ci ne vom revedea la toamn\u0103 iar\u0103<\/p>\n
Pentru a mea surioar\u0103.<\/p>\n
Cu drag, Alex Mih\u0103il\u0103<\/p>\n
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A fost odat\u0103 ca niciodat\u0103\u2026.. \u2026un regat. \u00cen apropierea unui Cr\u00e2ng, era un castel la poarta c\u0103ruia, \u00eentr-o frumoas\u0103 zi de toamn\u0103, au b\u0103tut aproape 30 de pitici. Le-a deschis \u0219i i-a primit cu bra\u021bele deschise dou\u0103 c\u0103l\u0103uze. \u0218i am pornit \u00eempreun\u0103 \u00eentr-o frumoas\u0103 c\u0103l\u0103torie: din \u021bara lui Mo\u0219 Cr\u0103ciun, pe t\u0103r\u00e2mul prin\u021beselor, de la […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"pagelayer_contact_templates":[],"_pagelayer_content":"","footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-304","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/gpp4bz.ro\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/304","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/gpp4bz.ro\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/gpp4bz.ro\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gpp4bz.ro\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gpp4bz.ro\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=304"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/gpp4bz.ro\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/304\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":309,"href":"https:\/\/gpp4bz.ro\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/304\/revisions\/309"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/gpp4bz.ro\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=304"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}