If I were a snowflake,
Where would I float down?
Drift down to the stream,
become a drop of water,
and play with the little fishes and shrimps?
Float to the square,
Go build a snowman,
Look at you and smile?
Kiss her,
and melt away happily.
......
"Daddy's Snoring"
It's like a little train on a hill,
it reminds me of,
a beautiful forest.
Daddy's Snoring,
which is always intermittent,
makes me worry that the train will derail.
Eh?
Daddy's snoring stopped,
Is the train at the station?
To the Mouse
I like you guys -
With witty eyes,
pink ears .
I like you guys even though you love to do bad things.
If I get to your kingdom,
I'll make sure you,
wash your face, wash your hands, take a bath, and brush your teeth.
And teach you all,
to labor on your own,
and not to be sneaky in what you do.
I'm also going to introduce you,
to a friend-
whose name is Cat.
"I'm actually ......"
I'm actually a cloud,
and when I'm in the sky ,
floating freely,
I'd like to tell you this.
In fact, I am a butterfly,
When I was fluttering at the tip of a flower,
seeing a lot of insects,
I want to tell you so.
In fact, I am a yellow leaf,
When I drifted down from the tree,
and colored the earth in gold,
I want to tell you so.
The Train Ride
Dad took me on a train ride,
and when the train started,
things moved outside the window;
the mountains started to go back,
and so did the trees,
and so did the houses.......
Wow! Everything went backwards,
So weird and fast,
We didn't even have to walk,
All of a sudden we were in Taipei.
"Auntie Qiu"
We
think of Auntie Qiu
and we think of the harvest
I haven't seen Auntie Qiu
but I guess Auntie Qiu
her face
was red
and round
chubby
I haven't seen Auntie Qiu
But I guess Auntie Autumn
is a painter
As soon as Auntie Autumn came
she painted the fruit trees and the crops
with golden
hot colors
Oh, Auntie Autumn
was so busy
she was painting the trees and the crops
with gold
and red
she gave the flowers and the flowers and the flowers and the flowers and the flowers and the flowers.
baskets and sacks
with
full of particles
subdued fruit
fruit that loves to beep
to make an observation that
rope baskets are too small
to fit!
Aunt Autumn
She is so kind
She sends us
a cool breeze
that makes the little brothers and grandmothers
who look after the village yard
put away their bushels
one by one
Oh, aunt autumn
With dewdrops, she comes to This is the first time I've ever seen her in my life
.
Coming in with the dew
Treading on the frost
Sneaking away
She left us
Another harvest
The Moon Net
I made a moon net
I'm going out to hunt tonight.
I'm going to run and throw it up into the sky,
and make sure I catch the huge moon.
The next day, if the moon is gone from the sky,
you can think exactly like this:
I have caught my prey,
and put it in the net that caught the moon.
In case the moon is still glowing,
look down below, and you'll see that
I'm swinging freely in the sky,
and the prey in the net is a star.
Morris Kareem (1899-1978) was a Belgian poet. He published more than 50 books of poetry and won many literary prizes, and was honored with the title of "Patriarch of Poetry" in Paris in 1972. His major works include The Mother (1935), The Divine Lamp (1947), and The Loveliest Man (1967).
"I Learned to Write"
When I learned to write "Little Sheep,"
At once the trees, the houses, the fences,
everything my eyes saw
was curled and rolled up like wool.
When I took my pen and wrote "river",
in my little exercise book,
a splash of water rose before my eyes,
and a palace rose from under the water.
When my pen had written "meadow,"
I saw bees busy among the flowers,
and two butterflies swirling about,
and with a wave of my hand I could catch them all in my net.
If I wrote "my dad,"
I'd want to sing and bounce a little,
I'm the tallest and the best,
I'm the best at everything.
My Kite
Take me, my kite,
Take me to the blue sky!
I'm going to fly in the sky,
I'm going to hover in the sky,
I'm going to fly and fly like a bird,
Fly over the sea yo , fly over the ocean.
Take me, my kite,
Take me to the blue sky!
See how wonderful the world is from the sky,
See how wonderful the children of the world are,
I will hold hands with them,
I will laugh with them.
Take me there, my kite,
Take me to the blue sky!
"Kindness"
If there were only one apple,
it wouldn't fit in everyone's basket.
If there were only one apple tree,
the branches of the tree would not cover the garden.
But if a man gives the goodness of his heart to all,
there will be bright light everywhere,
as sweet fruit hangs in the orchard.
Mother
I must say it,
saying that you have given me a piece of your gratitude.
This is the first time I have ever heard of you.
You have given me so many trees that I love,
You have given me so many birds that I love,
You have given me so many stars that open their petals,
You have given me so many words to write poems and songs,
You have given me so many hearts that open to me,
You have given me so many maidens that have sweet voices to sing with.
Thank you for all your love. You have given me so many kind hands for me to hold,
and you have given me this childish heart,
which wants nothing from life,
but only a gust of wind to send the kite of my ideals up to the blue sky.
This is the heart of a child.
Green Plains (center): for an introduction, see New Poetry Library.
"When I was a child"
When I was a child
I couldn't read,
Mother was the library.
I read my mom-
One day,
The world was peaceful:
People would fly ......
Wheat came out of the snow... ...
Money is all useless ......
Gold is used to make bricks for houses,
Bills are used to glue paper harriers,
Silver coins are used to float watermarks ......
I'm going to be a wandering teenager,
with a gilded apple,
a silver-haired candle
and a flamingo from the land of Egypt,
traveling the fairy-tale kingdom,
to propose to the princess of the city of sweets ......
but. Mom said,
"You have to work now."
Gimmy (C): a Taiwanese comic strip author who has a funny poem to go with his comic strips.
"Role Swap"
Said goodbye, role swap.
Today you'll be the daddy and I'll be the baby.
You pushed me into the park, and I bit my pacifier with an innocent look on my face.
I cried and cried and you yelled and yelled.
Passers-by still marveled at your cuteness and condemned my absurdity.
They forget our agreement,
Today I'm the baby and you're the daddy.
"The Snail" by Yang Jie
I walk with my little house on my back,
I climb trees with my little house on my back,
Slowly, slowly,
Not in a hurry, not in a hurry
I travel with my little house on my back,
I go visiting,
I visit the sun that kisses the flowers and the grass
I visit the sun that kisses the grass
I ask you to tell me what I want to know.
I'll ask him:
Why doesn't he come and shine a light on
our wet and dirty hellhole?
Milne (1882 - 1956) was a famous English playwright, novelist, fairy tale writer and children's poet. Graduated from Cambridge University, England . The main fairy tales in his life are "Winnie the Pooh. Bodhi" (1926), "Bodhi's Corner Hut" (1928), etc.; children's poems "When We Were Small" (1924), "We're Six Years Old" (1927), etc.. Light comedies Mr. Pym Goes Over, Michael and Mary; children's play Falsehood. There are also detective novels such as The Secret of the Red House.
"Before the Window" Milne
My two little raindrops,
Waiting above the glass.
I'm waiting to see which of them,
will win the race.
Two raindrops with two names,
one called John and one called James.
James started first,
and my heart hoped it would lose.
Why is John waiting?
My heart wants it to win.
James ran slower and slower,
John looked like he was blocking.
John finally ran,
James' pace quickened again.
John sprinted down the window in a lope,
James' speed was decreasing again.
James it hit a bit of dust,
John was in hot pursuit.
Can John catch up?
(James can put a road block for Ash.)
John chased after it in one go.
(James is pulling the plug with the fly.)
John arrives in first place!
Look, the sun is bright on the window!
"Jump"
There goes a robin,
Hop, hop, hop,
Hop, hop, hop.
Anyway, I'll tell him,
Don't walk and hop so much. It
says it can't stop jumping,
and if it stops jumping,
it won't go anywhere.
Lovely mockingbird,
then it can't go anywhere 。。。。。。
That's why it walks
always hopping, hopping, hopping,
hopping, hopping,
hopping,
hopping.
The Knight in Iron Armor
I am a Knight in Iron Armor
I fasten my armor
And then I look around
I, most of all, love to charge to the aid of my comrades
Most of all, I love to go to the devil's lair to rescue my comrades
That means there has to be a fight with the devils
Sometimes the fight is just beginning. When the battle begins
I worry that perhaps the demons will be victorious 。。。。。。
But I thought I must not fail
After all, they are the devils and I am the Knight in shining armor
The Wind on the Hill
No one knows,
No one can tell me:
Where the wind comes from, and where the wind goes.
The wind is the wind of the world.
It comes from somewhere,
and at its fastest, fastest speed,
I can't keep it,
I can't keep up with it even if I run as hard as I can!
If I let go of the string that was tied to the kite,
then the kite would float with the wind
for a day and a night.
I will look for the kite,
and see on what hillside it has landed;
I know that is where the wind
has left its footsteps.
So I will be able to tell where
the wind has been.
But where the wind has come from,
no one can tell. 。。。。。。
"I Like You, Fox"
Author: Gao Hongbo
You're a little fox
Clever and calculating,
Cheating meat from the crow's mouth
What a cute idea!
Deservedly, who told the crow that he loved to sing,
croaking and boasting to himself!
And besides, he stole the meat,
you can eat him if you want.
Maybe if you eat the meat
you'll be as pretty as can be!
Tails like red-hot embers
Skimming across the green grass like the wind.
I like you, Fox,
Your cunning is witty,
and your deception is funny.
No matter what adults say,
I, like you.
"Just a little bit closer"
Author: Cong Cong
He usually has a catchphrase:
"Just a little bit closer, it doesn't matter ......"
He eats, and he loves to have leftovers at the bottom of the bowl.
Grandma says he he loves to answer:
"Just a little bit,
It's okay ......"
He goes to school, often late,
Always chasing the teacher into the classroom:
"Just a little bit late,
It's okay ......"
Going to the park, gathering to take the car,
The car drove before he rushed to:
"Just a little bit late,
It's okay ......"
Ah, in the blink of an eye he grew up,
and finally became an engineer.
He went to the automated restaurant,
wanted to eat "rabbit meat", but wrote "meat-free" miles,
and the robot delivered the meal,
and told him to eat a vegetarian meal;
just a little bit. close, and that's okay!
He came to the construction site with the drawings,
wrote 1.5 meters as 15 meters,
wow! It turned out that the windows by the door of the building,
were covered from the first floor all the way up to the sixth floor;
it was just a little bit short, and that's okay!
He flew to a planet for an expedition,
and was due to leave there on time in a spaceship.
As it turned out, he was still late,
and the spaceship left him alone ......
It was close, and that's okay!
Perhaps, the story wasn't told accurately enough,
Ah, let's hope that's not true.
"After the Rain"
Author: Bing Xin
The tender green treetops glistened with gold,
and the square became a sea!
A group of barefoot children in the water,
happy as if they were gods.
The little brother stepped hard on the water,
splashing it as high as he could.
He shouted, "Sis, watch out, slippery!"
Saying this he slipped a cross himself!
He patted his watery, muddy pants,
and mouthed, "Crap - crap!"
And his red, jubilant face
fired with excitement and pride.
The little sister, pouting with her two short, thick pigtails,
followed closely behind these muddy pants,
biting her lip,
lifting her skirts,
running softly and carefully,
while in her heart she wished that she,
would have fallen so painfully, too!
June 23, 1959
"Rain" - Jin Bo
Outside the window,
it was already raining.
But, mom,
don't you stop me,
I'm going out into the rain.
I put on my straw hat.
I ran into the rain.
I turn into an umbrella.
The umbrella flies through the storm,
shielding pedestrians without umbrellas from the rain.
When the rain stopped,
I flew away again,
into the bright green woods after the rain.
Mom, maybe you've lost your daughter,
and you're anxious,
and you're afraid I'll get wet in the rain.
You ran into the street,
asking the wind after the rain,
asking the rainbow in the sky,
asking every passerby:
My daughter, where is she?
You come to the forest,
ask the birds,
ask the flowers,
ask the raindrops dripping from the leaves:
My daughter, where is she?
They all said:
That's a naughty little girl,
She's playing hide-and-seek with us again,
Who knows where she might be hiding!
After the rain.
In the forest.
Mushrooms are spilled all over the place.
They love to play after the rain.
Mom, when you reached out and were about to pick the whitest,
fattest mushroom,
suddenly,
it changed,
into your daughter,
who blinked her eyes,
and smiled at you
-. -Mom, I'm back!
Look, I'm still wearing my straw hat,
with colorful raindrops on it.
"Dogwood" - Kimball
Those red wildflowers.
The purple wildflowers.
The blue wildflowers,
all gone.
Here, all that's left is a patch of grass.
Everyone else has picked the flowers,
Sensei, what about me?
What, are you just going to pull a handful of dogwood for me?
I pouted,
Looking at the handful of dogwood,
I saw it in the teacher's hand,
Puffing,
Shaking,
Puffing,
Bouncing,
Bouncing,
A little while later,
Turning into a puppy,
Giving it to me,
This is the first time that I have ever seen a dogwood.
I pursed my lips and laughed;
A little while later,
became a kitten,
gave it to me,
I clapped my hands and jumped;
A little while later,
became a fluffy bird,
gave it to me,
and I fluttered around with it in my arms!
...... From that day on,
we all loved the dogwood, too,
because our little hands,
had become just as dexterous as our teacher's!
"Flowers with Rain" - Kimble
I was your disobedient child,
I snuck out of the house.
Through the woods,
Walking over the little bridge,
On the bright lakeshore,
I played to my heart's content.
I forgot about you,
and about home,
Please forgive me, Mom.
I went after the butterfly,
and it flew into the woods,
and hid in a little flower.
I would not catch it again,
for that little flower,
was its sweet-smelling home.
I was at the lake,
watching an uncle fishing,
a little green fish so like a fresh pod.
I also watched the old grandfather,
using a sheep bone as bait,
just netting so many bouncing shrimp!
I ask my uncle for a little fish,
I ask my grandfather for a little shrimp.
I say,
I promise I won't eat it,
I have a big fish tank at my house,
to make a home for them,
and let them grow up there.
Suddenly,
it rained,
it rained so hard and fast,
that it hit my cheeks,
and hurt and numbed me.
People were running,
and that's when I remembered home,
and my mom.
Looking at the rain,
I remembered that my mom loved the flowers with the water droplets.
I was out in the rain,
picking wildflowers,
picking a handful,
and another handful.
I was so happy,
because I could give my mom a bouquet of flowers with water droplets!
I headed for home.
I was a little scared again.
I was a disobedient child,
and just now, I really shouldn't have snuck out of the house.
Maybe I'll get a scolding from my mom for this,
or even a beating?
Looking at the rainy flowers in my hand,
I wondered,
Mom, would you?
"Red Dragonfly"
Fly low,
Fly low,
You red Jingling meander,
What have you lost?
Fly so low,
Fly so low.
The lawn is
carpeted with tender green.
The flowers,
were diffused with fragrance.
The lake,
flashed with ripples.
Red dragonfly,
what are you missing?
Is it the sun-dried dew,
or the memory of a rainy day?
You may not have found what you lost,
You are tired of flying,
And crouch on the bamboo hedge of my house,
Resting quietly.
I approached you quietly and quietly,
and squeezed your transparent wings in one hand.
The sky,
it was drizzling,
drop, drop, drop,
reminding me,
to go home soon!
When I had just run home,
it was pouring out the window.
I put the red dragonfly,
on the green screen window,
and it looked out of the window into the misty sky.
Is it still looking for something it lost?
Mother,
You told me,
It was searching for the lost love,
that most precious thing in the world.
The rain is over.
I pushed open the window,
and let go of the red dragonfly,
letting it fly to the clear sky and the blossoming land ......
and also the honey!
Liu Rao Min's "The Moon": "The moon is full in the sky, / shining like a jade disk in the sea. A school of fish swam over, / and the disk broke into two or three pieces. The fish were so frightened that they fled, / all the way to the rocks. / Looking back, / the moon is still full."
"Clouds"
Clouds are like a busy painter
Painting picture after picture in the sky
Clouds are like a playful little mischief-maker
Often forgetting to go home
"Monkeys"
Monkeys are like mischievous clowns
All day long, they swing in the trees
For a moment The monkey is like a mischievous clown
While wandering around the tree all day
A little while pulling the beard of the banyan tree
A little while pulling off the decorations of the peach tree
Secondly, the metaphorical method-expression of rich associations
Don't name the metaphorical thing, the reader makes his or her own associations
Example:
"Mama"
Mama is an alarm clock
They wake me up every morning
They call me to get up. Wake up
"Mom's Hands"
Mom's hands
can turn white rice
into fragrant rice
Third, the parade method-expressing the levels of scenery
"Trees"
The trees
in the spring
are the stage where flowers are chosen for their beauty
The tree in summer
is the classroom where the cicadas sing
The tree in autumn
is the cradle where the fruits sleep
The tree in winter
is the playing field where the winds run in races
"Papa"
When Papa is happy
he talks especially loud
the ceiling shakes
When Papa is sad
he is happy, he talks especially loud.
When Dad is sad
Eyes dull
Like a wooden man
When Dad is angry
Like a volcano erupting
Whoever touches
Whoever touches
Whoever gets unlucky
Four: Prologue method-expressing the rhythm and deepening the impression
With the the same word or the same sentence pattern to describe a thing
Example:
The Wind
The wind smiles
Swinging in the trees
Racing on the grassland
Playing darts with the leaves in the yard
Smiling
Smiling is the flower that blooms on the face
Smiling is the honey that hangs on the lips
Smiling is the honey that hangs on the mouth
Smiling is the honey that hangs on the lips
Smiling is the honey that hangs on the face
Smile is sweeter than sugar
Smile smells better than flowers
(in + place + thing) (smile + noun + noun)
(Smile is more
Five, anthropomorphism - lively, cute and funny
Comparing things to people, doing human things
Example: 1. The spring breeze told the flowers to open their mouths and sing.
2. After the sun goes to bed, the lamp gets up.
3. The moon runs shyly into the clouds and hides.
4. The dewdrops smiled happily when they saw the sun come out
.
"Soda"
Shake hands with you
You get angry
Please take off your hat
You get angry
Dry and crispy
One sip and you drink it down
Let's see if you're still
Godly
Six.Mimicry of sound - to add
Imitate the sounds of nature
Example:
The Wind
The wind is the most annoying thing
Every time, it secretly lifts up my skirt
and then yells from the side of the room
Shame! Shame! Shame!
It really pisses me off
"Grandmother's Teeth"
Time is such a mischief
Love to make caves in Grandmother's teeth
The wind is even more mischievous
Burrowing in that cave
Shush! Shhh! Shhh!
Grandmother's words were half-formed
Go! Go! Go!
They made us laugh
Seven, hypothetical method - write a beautiful hope and imagination
Use "if", "if" hypothetical statements to express their own hopes and imagination
Example: If I become the wind
If I become the wind
If I become the wind
I'll go to the place where my mom works
To take the sweat beads on my face for my mom
If I become the wind
I will go to the place where my mom works
I will take the sweat beads on my face.
If I were a teacher
I'd take gym class more often
If I were a dad
I'd stop drinking
I'd stop my mom from crying all the time
If I were a dad
I'd quit drinking
I'd stop my mom from crying all the time
If I were a dad
I'd stop drinking all the time
I'd stop drinking all the time
If I were a mom
If I was a dad
If I were GodI would make mankind only laugh and not cry
Because
everyone laughs ridiculously
Eight, exaggeration method-create a special effect, deepen the impression
To depict the number, time, behavior, add fuel and exaggerate the description
The Traffic Policeman
The strongest man in the world
is the traffic policeman
Because he has "qigong"
As long as he pushes gently with one hand
dozens of cars won't move a muscle
Nine, the question method - to arouse interest and deepen the thinking
The crab
The crab!
Crab! Crabs!
Why are you foaming at the mouth?
Is it because you just ate lunch and
are brushing your teeth and rinsing your mouth?
Are you drooling, mommy
wanting to eat the big apple I'm holding?
"Wrinkles"
On the face of an old man,
there is a wrinkle;
On the face of the sea,
there is a wave of wrinkles;
Isn't the sea getting old too?
Fly, fly, fly
Fly to the field
Bubble water
Fly, fly, fly
Fly to the straw
Hide-and-seek
The Fan
The fan that Grandma had in her hand,
drew a bird
Grandma slurped and slurped!
And the bird flew!
Grandmother fell asleep,
and so did the bird.
XI. Story Poems - Writing Stories as Poems
Example:
The Grapevine
The grapevine, high and high,
with purple grapes hanging from it.
The purple grapes are big and round,
and the ones that are there are fragrant and sweet.
The fox saw them and jumped up,
and after half a day of jumping he could not reach them.
When he could not lean on it, his heart was not willing to do so.
He did not say that he was stupid,
but said that the grapes were sour.
Twelve, call out method - whether or not face to face to meet directly call each other to make the content more profound, vivid
Example:
"New clothes"
Mom!
The garden changed
its colorful and bright spring clothes;
the trees changed
themselves into new light-green clothes;
the distant mountains took off their gray coats,
and put on light-green shirts;
the grasses wore new green dresses,
and swung in the spring breeze!
Mom! Look at them all,
they're all wearing new clothes!
Mom! They've all changed their clothes!
Thirteen, the dialogue method - easy to understand, as in front of the ears, easy to accept
Example:
"The game"
Little brother
Let's play a game
Sister sister as a teacher
You as a student
Then what about the younger sister
The younger sister is too small
The younger sister is too small
What about the younger sister
What about the younger sister?
She can't do anything.
I think-
Let her be the headmistress
XIV. Contrast method - highlighting the content and nature, including color contrast, shape contrast, action contrast, event contrast, character contrast, spatial contrast...
"Private Money"
Dad's private money,
hidden in his work hat;
Mom's private money,
hidden under her shoes;
My private money,
hidden in my belly.
"The Street Lamp"
By day
the street lamp is a tree
by night
it becomes a flower,
Little Fairy Tale
Tan Xudong
1. The Spring Bird
Spring Bird is a good companion of the Golden Throat
Early in the morning every day
it wakes me up Waking me up from my dreams
Mother says the spring bird is calling me
She wants me to join her in the big forest
To listen to nature's stirring chorus
2. The bamboo shoots
Sneakily
Arched out of the earth
Trying to come to inquire
In the springtime
About the secret of the trees' greenery
The news of the blossoming of the flowers
The spring birds are the best companions of the golden voices. Pomegranate
The pomegranate blossoms are blooming
It's Auntie Summer tying
a bright bow
The pomegranate fruits are ripening
It's Mother Autumn ringing the red bells of the
harvest
4. Straw Hat
The little holes in the straw hat
are the little holes in the straw hat
I'm the one who gives the sunlight to
A door for the sun to open
Look, the sunbeams are burrowing down
They're naughty, they're stepping on my shadow
I'm leaving their footprints in my shadow
5. Buds
Spring is here
It's getting warmer
Come out of the woodwork
Buds
don't Only show a little head
How beautiful it is outside the bark
Come out quickly
The sun will dress you
in green
The spring breeze will give you
sweet drops of dew
6. Fishing fires
The night is quiet
The river
Is a good boy
To listen to the words of the moon's mother
Listening to Mother Moon
Sleeping
The fisherman lit the fishing fire
The river
was like opening its eyes
talking in a dream
The Little Fairy Tale
Shao Yanshiang
On the south side of the clouds,
that faraway place,
there was a group of leaves that said
We want to open up like flowers.
A group of flowers said:
We want to fly like birds.
A group of peacocks said:
We want to grow like trees.
"Bugs and Birds"
Shulan
Pinching my mother's washed socks
one by one on a string
the string became a polypus
crawling in the sunlight
I pinned my sister's washed handkerchiefs
one by one on a string
the string became a flock of egrets fluttering in the breeze.
The Harvest
Moving, moving
The fish is fooled
Ha
As big as the palm of my hand
Daddy says
Let him go
Moving, moving
The fish is fooled
Whoa
Bigger than the palm of my dad's hand
The fish is fooled
Whoa
Bigger than the palm of my dad's hand
Whoa
Whoa
Bigger than the palm of my dad's hand
I also said
Let him go
Daddy Fish is too old.
Wahaha moved again
This time probably
Momma Fish
She's going home to take care of Papa Fish
She's going to miss Fishy Little Brother
Better let her go.
At dusk
We're empty-handed
Lightly
Full in our hearts.
The Sea Sleeps
The wind stops making noise,
The waves don't laugh,
Late at night,
The sea sleeps.
She holds the bright moon,
She carries the stars on her back,
Oh, the soft sound of the tide,
It is the sound of her sleepy snoring.