Poems about babies
1. The children come home early from school, and they are busy releasing paper kites in the east wind.
2. "Fishing for Children" by Hu Linneng A child with a tousled head learns to fish, sitting side by side with berries and moss reflecting his body. The passerby asked me to beckon to him, but I was afraid that the fish would not respond to him.
3. "The Hedgerow is sparse and the path is deep, and the flowers at the end of the branches are in the shade. The children are chasing after the yellow butterflies, but there is no place to find them in the cauliflowers.
4. Yuan Mei (袁枚), "What I See" (《所见》) A shepherd boy rides a yellow ox and sings in the shade of the trees. I wanted to catch the cicadas, but I suddenly closed my mouth.
5. "With My Little Daughter" by Wei Zhuang The first time I saw her, she was mute and refused to go back to bed and fell in love with the cart. I've been crying all night, but I'm afraid I'm not wearing enough clothes to make up for it.
6. Cui Daorong's "The Story of a Stream House" reads, "Who doesn't have a boat outside the hedge? The boy suspected that there was a guest in the village, and he hurried to the wood door but closed it.
7. The Tang Dynasty poet He Zhizhang wrote in his book "The Book of Even Returning to the Countryside": "I left my home when I was young and came back when I was old, and the accent of my hometown has not changed, but the hair on my temples has decayed. Children do not know each other when they see each other, and laughingly ask where the guests come from.
" 8. Fan Chengda, "Miscellany in the Field and Garden in Four Seasons" (四时田园雜兴) The children and grandchildren have not yet learned to plow and weave, but they are learning to plant melons in the shade of the mulberry tree.
9. The grass is full of ponds and the water is full of peepholes, and the mountains are drenched in cold ripples from the setting sun. The shepherd boy returns to the cow's back, and he plays the piccolo without any accent. Evening in the Village" - Lei Zhen 10. Cattle herding picture In the afternoon, I walked along the small river, the water was clear, flowing under my feet. The stones in the water are as big as buckets, and the fish by the side of the stones swim gently. The little shepherd boy is so shy that he squats naked by the field and in the field. He calls out to the dog with the big flower in his mouth, and holds the old cow in his hand.
11. The Spring Mountain Gaitu Everyone says that the shepherd boy is still small. I'm not the only one. I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to get a good deal on this one. Birds are singing, fish are swimming, and horses are running. The color of the red face is old. But it's a pity that the old love is still alive. I'm looking forward to it. Do you know it? There are clouds, light winds, and green grass.
2. The poems describing children
The children do not know each other, laugh and ask where the guests come from. The oldest child is hoeing beans on the east side of the stream, and the middle child is weaving a chicken coop. -- Xin Qiji, "Qing Ping Le - Village Dwelling"
The children are chasing the yellow butterflies in a hurry, and there is no place to find them in the cauliflowers. -- Yang Wanli, "The Inn of Xu Gong" (宿新市徐公店)
Children and grandchildren have not yet begun to plough and weave, but they are also learning to plant melons in the shade of the mulberry tree. -- Fan Chengda, "Miscellany in a Summer Garden -- Seventh Canto"
I asked the boy in the pine, saying that the teacher had gone to collect medicine. -- Jia Dao's "The Search for the Hermit"
I work in the fields for daytime and harvest hemp at night, and the children of the village are all in charge of their own families.
The children's poems
The children's poems are complete.
Cold Mountain Temple outside Gusu City, walk the desert, children **** stained scarf, even the evening up lovesickness, floating on the top of the willow tree, the wind and smoke looking at the Wujin, the old and sick have a lonely boat, a small boat, the frost leaves are red than the flowers in February. Big Camel Camel Camel camel ambition: Bai Juyi away from the original grass, spring hair a few branches. Drunken sand court gentleman do not laugh; thunder '; clap your hands ', this place is empty of the Yellow Crane Tower.
海内存知己知己, smoky river makes people sad. The author of "Acacia", but the sound of people's voices.
The author of "Yellow Crane Tower". The author of The Yellow Crane Tower said, "The candle is out, the light is full, and the February wind is like scissors.
Return shadow into the deep forest. The author of "the end of the South looking at the remaining snow", I want to germinate, the light boat has passed ten thousand mountains, dinner.
"Sending Meng Haoran to Guangling" Author: Du Mu Far up the cold mountain stone path slanting. The best way to get the most out of your life is to have a good time, and you will be able to do it in your own time. The eggs are moved by little mice.
"Climbing Yueyang Tower" Author. But the dragon city will fly in;'.
Deer Chai Author. Stretch out your arms. I told my grandmother to take it down; ', send mom, fly into the common people's home, with the Xuan snot and Si flow.
Baby reading books Small books, square; hoo hoo hoo, small grass green: Wang Wei In the middle of the year quite good road. The garrison guests look at the border color, eat well, wash their hands first: Zu Yong The final south of the Yinling show.
In the coming days, before the window, wash, baby hygiene, the same is a eunuch traveler, the west out of the Yangguan no one: Wang Zhilu The day according to the end of the mountain, see the waterfall hanging in front of the river, the present more people do not play. Pear tree said, white clouds a thousand years of empty yo-yo, take the train; airplanes fly '.
Sweet mouth little doll, haha laugh, hiding in the corner, fear of late return, do not see someone still, big crayon. The big crayon, the big eyes, the big eyes, the big eyes, the big crayon.
晴川历历汉阳树，飘过山：杜甫 昔闻洞庭水，吃饭了，甜嘴：李白 故人西辞黄鹤楼，扶好碗，那好勺。 The head of the white head scratch more short, before eating, smiling.
With the intention of parting with the gentleman, the egg is too big how to do, eat well, the spring wind does not meet the Jade Gate Pass, overturned the boat, this thing is the most lovesick.
The Qiang flute and the willow, the Qiang flute and the willow, the Qiang flute and the willow. Baby Rhymes Wake Up Songs Little baby, a lonely city with ten thousand refu mountains, Dad wears: Li Shangyin, the evening intention is uncomfortable.
A wildfire can not be eliminated; buzzing, shouting grandma laughs: Meng Xiao Loving mother in the hands of the line, the willow tree said, eat fish and shrimp, a small boat two pointed, white clouds floating, today on Yueyang Tower, the west look: Zhang Ji The moon falls, crows cry, frost full of days, jumping; ', reported to the three spring sunshine. Beacon fire even three months, Qiankun day and night floating: Zhang Jiuling The bright moon on the sea.
"Den Leyou Yuan" Author, little baby, not shoot, I want to bloom. Nothing in the Qilu;'.
The first year old New Year's arrival, the road pedestrians want to break their souls, Hu Peeping Green Bay; scraping the wind '.
The little dolls, the clothes on the body of the traveler, exercise every day, good health, the paths of the people are gone, to be hugged, dress song, small arms. The first thing you need to do is to wash your hands before you eat, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a small basin of water, and then you'll be able to float across the bridge without putting any carrots or vegetables on it. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the clouds and see how they rise.
The wheat seedlings said; wow wow wow. You grow up.
The flower ball The flower ball, the flower falls to know how much, and then bitter and tired do not speak, hanging immobile, to find the bell: Cui Hao The old man has ridden the yellow crane to go, do not teach the Hu Ma Du Yinshan, wear pants, under the bar. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a pair of pants and put them on.
The occasional value of the forest old man, jingle bell, put on socks and shoes, the end of the world **** this time, between the vast sea of clouds, carefully turned, sleep, suspected that the Milky Way fell to the nine days, down. The Final South Farewell Author, only to see the flashing stars blue sky, pat, the long march people have not yet, see the baby, painting ponies, not sick, drive to the ancient plains, the river maple fishing fire on the sad sleep.
"Out of the plug" author. I can't bear to give them a handful of gifts, red and yellow orchids.
We advise you to finish a cup of wine, round and round, and then shine on the moss. Who said inch grass heart.
The northern part of the mountains on the wars: Li Bai The clouds of the Baidi, the guest house is green and the willows are new: Du Mu Qingming Festival rains. The dream of the dewdrops is green, and I am sitting in a small boat, connected to the sky.
The author of "Spring Hope", put on the top: Wang Zhilux The Yellow River is far away from the white clouds, still sleeping and dreaming of a good time, want to drink the pipa right away to urge, dirty things do not import. Send Du Shaofu to Ren Shuzhou Author.
The spring breeze blows again. The spring breeze is blowing again and again.
The forest shows that the color. The first thing you need to do is to make sure that you have a good understanding of what is happening in your life.
"Look at the moon and miss the distance" Author; ', a mouse lying on the ground, low thinking of his hometown. The stars are sleeping in the sky; the car is ringing', carrying eggs: Liu Yuxi, the wild grass flowers by the Zhuquiao Bridge.
The author of "Wuyi Lane", take a good spoon. The high building when this night.
The author of "The Song of the Traveling Son", stretch out. The yellow crane will never return. Listen to the bell and the little feet.
望庐山瀑布 Author, a mouse pulling the tail, eating fish and shrimp. Solo walk along the river looking for flowers Du Fu Huang Si-niang's house is full of flowers.
The sunset is infinite. When you walk to the end of the water, meow meow meow How the little dog barks, you're so nice.
The little kitten eats by itself. The little kitten, like a boat, knows everything. I want to grow up: Wang Wei Yi Weicheng Chaoyu Light Dust, look at the pictorial: Wang Wei Empty mountains do not see people! (Waving to people) Animals scream How kittens scream, not jump.
Weicheng Song Author. The author of "Climbing to the Stork's Bird's Nest", the little tree shakes, walks and walks.
The moon is bright when you raise your head. Kangaroo It's strange to have a mom.
Little mirror, little mirror. The author of Bai Di Cheng. The kitten eats by itself The kitten is healthy and happy, but the Yangtze River is flowing in the sky: Wang Bo The city que supports the three Qin.
Lone sail far shadow of the blue sky, show a smile, the baby sleeps in the cot, rag dolls, flowers, wind and sun are not afraid to hate the birds; bla bla bla, the little baby. The author of "River Snow", dream a dream.
The sound of wind and rain at night. The far-flung invasion of the ancient road: Li Bai Rizhao incense burner born purple smoke, the stars of the dream is bright, the Yellow River into the sea flow, quietly listen to the pine wind cold, croak croak Learn the various sounds of nature It is raining 'to you to hold.
Guanshan Yue Author, just near dusk, go to work Looking for a friend (singing and doing actions) Looking for ah looking for ah looking for a friend (shaking his head in a happy way) Finding one.
4. 100 Poems for Children
The Star
When the evening wind lifts the last ray of sunset,
you fill the sky silently.
Standing silently in the distant sky,
gazing y at us on the ground.
The world is so small,
that we see each other almost every day.
Omit the greetings,
for we have déjà vu.
Looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle,
it turns out the sky is a castle.
Nobita has his Tinkerbell cat,
Sakura has her Kulo cards.
But what about the stars?
It has its light.
With its short life,
it writes a brilliant piece of music.
I made a wish under the starlight,
to make a vow that I had already thought of.
If the sky is dark for many nights,
I will still be under my sky.
Waiting for you to light up!
5. Children's Poetry Book 100 (to be shorter, also become too short)
1. The Moon
The moon is full and round in the sky,
and shines like a jade disk in the sea.
A school of fish swam by,
and the disk of jade broke into two or three pieces.
The fish were so scared that they ran away,
all the way to the rocks.
Looking back,
the moon was still full.
2. A Little Fairy Tale
To the south of the clouds,
that far away place,
a group of leaves said,
We want to open like a flower.
A group of flowers said:
We want to fly like birds.
A group of peacocks said:
We want to grow like trees.
3. "Pomegranate"
The pomegranate blossomed
It was Auntie Summer who tied
a bright bow
The pomegranate fruit ripened
It was Mother Autumn who shook
the red bells of the harvest
4. "Fourteen years old, the Blue Harbor"
Life is a long river
The fourteen years old is the blue harbors of the blue harbors of the blue harbors of the blue harbor of the blue harbor of the blue harbor of the blue harbor of the pomegranate. p> Fourteen is the blue harbor,
There are impulsive waves,
but also thinking about the waves.
There's love, but it's hazy,
I don't understand it, but I do understand a little,
like the river under the morning mist,
I can see it, but it's hard to tell.
I've got a lot on my mind,
I don't know what to say,
I'm as naive as a wave,
I never know what it means to be sad.
The boy was brave,
even when the gun flew, he did not blink;
the girl was timid,
when she saw the beanstalker, she jumped far away.
The boy was a good boy,
but he was a good boy.
I wish there were more exclamation points,
so that the adults would be impressed.
But the question marks in my head are never straight,
and my teachers are often embarrassed by my strange questions.
You talk about your ideals and he talks about his ideals.
Ideals change like the tides.
You want to be a hero and he wants to be a hero.
He often takes risks to be a hero.
Ah, fourteen, the blue harbor,
Fourteen, the paradise of ideals,
From here the ships of life are sailed,
and the sunrise weaves marvelous garlands for them.
5. The Buds
Spring is here
The weather is warm
Hurry up and come out
Little buds
Don't just show a little head
How beautiful it is outside the bark of the tree
Hurry up and come out
The sun will give you
a green coat
The spring breeze will Send you
Sweet drops of dew
6. "The Fishing Fire"
The night is quiet
The river
Is a good boy
Listening to the mother moon
Going to sleep
The fisherman lights the fishing fire
The river
Is like opening its eyes
Talking in a dream
6. Beautiful Sentences Describing Children
Sentences Describing Children
1. On the public **** bus, I saw a young mother with a little boy, sitting in the last row of chairs. The child was so cute, with a round head, big eyes and a thin braid at the root of his hair.
2. I have a good friend named Xiao Hong. I used to be the least like Xiaohong, Xiaohong is her grandmother with her mother and father working abroad, so she wears clothes and pants are very earthy, and her hair is very messy, I always avoid her when I walk, but from a small thing, I understand that she is so kind and lovely.
3, her eyes are not big or small, high and quite nose below a small mouth that does not like to talk, curved eyebrows, long hair, it looks like she is how quiet, how lovely ah!
4, her eyes are very beautiful, high nose, black hair, but also a small mouth, look very beautiful.
5. She is very naughty. Once, I went to learn English, brought a green balloon, after class, I blew the balloon very, very big, Meng Yu with a hand, the balloon flew up, the two of us spent a lot of effort to find it.
6, her round face, a small nose on a pair of small scholars on a pair of glasses, lenses behind the big eyes flashing full of wisdom sparks.
7, Jin Tian is an extremely ordinary boy, medium-sized, thin, big eyes, big mouth, thick eyebrows, shaved a flat head, a little manly.
8, Luo Ruofeng is very fat, round head, round face, round eyes, round nose, even the limbs are round and fleshy. He is cheerful and lively, especially likes to laugh, and is curious about everything.
7. A collection of poems for young children
A collection of poems for young children Spring Rain Tick, tick, tick, it's drizzling, the willow tree says, "Come on, come on, I'm going to germinate.
The pear tree says, "Come on, come on, I want to blossom". The wheat seedling says, "Come on, come on, I'll grow up".
Summer night The dewdrops sleep on the lotus leaves, The stars sleep in the sky, The baby sleeps in his cot. The dreams of the dewdrops are green, The dreams of the stars are bright, The dreams of the baby are sweet.
Autumn winds blow Autumn winds blow, white clouds float, Float over the mountains, float over the bridge, Float up to the top of the willow tree, Hang on and don't move. I told my grandmother to take it down and make a big warm quilt.
Morning Exercise The air in the morning is really good, and we all do morning exercise together. Stretch your arms, bend your back, kick your legs, jump, exercise every day. Wash your hands before eating Small basin, clear water, children, smiling, small hands, stretch out, wash, white and clean, wash your hands before eating, hygiene, no disease. Little handkerchief Little handkerchief, square and square, I carry it with me every day, Wiping my nose and wiping my sweat, so clean and pretty. Carrying the egg The little mouse carries the egg. The egg is too big. One mouse lies on the ground. One mouse pulls the tail. Big camel. Big camel. Big camel. Big camel. Big camel. Big camel. The first thing you need to do is to wash your hands before you eat, so that you don't have to import any dirt. The baby is reading a book The little book is so beautiful.
The book is a beautiful little book. The children really like it.
The kangaroo has a strange mother, she carries a big pocket, no turnips, no vegetables, but a big boy inside. The children clap their hands and smile.
You've grown up, I've grown up, we're all one year older. The flower ball The flower ball, you're so nice, patting, jumping, no more patting, no more jumping, hiding in the corner, asleep.
Rhymes for babies Wake up song - Little baby, get up early, open your eyes, squint and smile, babble, learn to talk, stretch your arms, want to be held Dressing song - Little arms, put on the sleeves, put on the top, button the buttons, little feet, put on the pants, put on the socks and shoes. The little mirror - the little mirror, round and round, look at the baby, show a smile.
Close your eyes, dream a dream, turn into the moon and hang it in the sky. Little bells - Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle bells, far away, near.
Little baby, with good ears, listen to the bell and find it. Learning to draw - Little baby, learning to draw - Big crayon in your hand - Duckling, quacking - Horse, riding home.
Big shoes - big shoes, like a boat, Daddy wears them, I wear them too, one, two, one, walk like a boat, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go. The park - the park, the baby laughs, look at the east, look at the west, the flowers smell, the birds chirp, the grass is green, the trees are shaking. The little baby loves to play with the big blocks, red, yellow and blue. He builds a train, drills a cave, builds a tall building, and connects it to the sky. （PS: First, let the baby learn to recognize various animals according to the pictures, such as kittens, puppies, chickens, ducks, sheep, etc. After the baby recognizes the animals, he/she can sing: "How do kittens call, meow meow? How to call, croak croak Learn all kinds of sounds in nature It's raining''clattering''clattering; it's thundering''rumbling; it's windy''hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
8. Children's Poems
If I were a snowflake Jin Bo If I were a snowflake, where would I float down? If I were a snowflake, where would I go? Would I go to the river, become a drop of water, and play with the little fish and shrimp? Would I float to the square, build a snowman, and look at you with a smile? Kiss her, and then melt happily.
...... ...... Dad's Snoring is like a train on a mountain, it reminds me of a beautiful forest. My father's snoring, always intermittent, makes me worry that the train will derail.
Huh? Dad's snoring has stopped. Is the train arriving at the station? To the Mouse I like you - a pair of witty eyes, pink ears. I love you even though you are bad.
If I come to your kingdom, I will make you wash your face, wash your hands, take a bath, and brush your teeth. And I will teach you to work for yourself and not to be sneaky.
I would also like to introduce you to a friend - his name is Cat.
In fact, I am a butterfly, when I fluttered in the tip of the flower, saw a lot of insects, I want to tell you so.
In fact, I am a yellow leaf, when I fluttered down from the tree, and dyed the earth in gold, I want to tell you so.
"Train ride" My father took me on a train, and when the train started, things moved outside the window; the mountains started to go back, the trees went back, and the house went back. ...... Wow! Everything was moving backward. It was so strange and fast, we didn't even have to walk, and we were in Taipei in a flash. We think of Auntie Qiu, we think of the harvest. I haven't seen Auntie Qiu, but I guess Auntie Qiu's face is red, round and chubby. I haven't seen Auntie Qiu, but I guess Auntie Qiu, she's a painter. When Auntie Qiu comes, she smears the fruit trees and crops with the golden and fiery red color. She filled all the baskets and sacks with full grains and heavy fruits, and the fruits were beeping and saying, "The baskets are too small. She sent us a cool breeze that made the little brothers and grandmothers who looked after the village yard put away their fans, one by one, and left us with the joy of another harvest. I made a net to catch the moon, and I'm going out tonight to hunt.
I'm going to run and throw it up into the sky, and I'm going to catch the huge moon. And the next day, if the moon is not there, you may well think, "I have caught my prey, and I have put it in the net of the moon.
In case the moon still shines, look down, and you will see that I am swinging freely in the sky, and the prey in the net is a star. Maurice Karem (1899-1978) was a Belgian poet.
During his lifetime, he published more than 50 books of poetry and won many literary prizes, and in 1972, he was honored with the title of "Patriarch of Poetry" in Paris.
His major works include The Mother (1935), The Divine Lantern (1947), and The Loveliest Man (1967). I Learned to Write When I learned to write "little sheep," all at once the trees, the houses, the fences, everything I saw with my eyes, curled up like wool.
When I took the pen and wrote "river" in my little exercise book, I saw a splash of water in front of my eyes, and a palace rose from the bottom of the water. When I wrote the word "grass", I saw a busy bee among the flowers, and two butterflies swirling around, and I waved my hand to get them all into the net.
If I wrote "my father", I would immediately want to sing and jump a few times, I am the tallest, the best body, I can do everything. "My Kite" Take me, my kite, take me to the sky! I want to fly in the sky, I want to hover in the sky, I want to fly like a bird, I want to fly across the sea, I want to fly across the ocean.
Take me, my kite, to the sky! Take me to the sky to see how great the world is, to see how good the children of the world are, I want to hold hands with them, I want to laugh with them. Take me, my kite, take me to the sky! If there were only one apple, it would not fit in everyone's basket.
If there were only one apple tree, it would not be enough to cover the garden. But if a man gives out the goodness of his heart, there will be bright light everywhere, like a sweet fruit hanging in the orchard.
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 are open to me, you have given me so many maidens with sweet voices to sing, you have given me so many kind hands to hold, and you have given me this child's heart-which wants nothing from life, and which is not interested in anything. - It wants nothing from life but a gust of wind to carry my ideal kite to the blue sky. Green Plains: Introduction to the New Poetry Library.
When I was a child, I couldn't read, and my mother was the library. I read my mom- One day, the world was peaceful: people could fly ...... Wheat came out of the snow ...... Money was useless... ... gold for house bricks, bills for paper harriers, silver for watermarks ...... I'm going to be a wandering boy, with a gilded apple, a silver-haired candle, and a flamingo from Egypt, and travel the fairy-tale kingdom to propose to the princess of Candy City! ...... But mom said, "You have to work now."
A few meters (in Chinese): the Taiwanese comic strip author, whose poems accompany the comic strips are very amusing. Role Swap: Say yes to role swapping.
Today you are the father and I am the baby. You pushed me into the park, and I bit my pacifier with an innocent face.
I cried and cried, and you scolded me harshly.
It's a good thing that I'm not the only one who's not a big fan of this.
They forgot about our agreement, that today I am the baby and you are the father. The snail.
9. Little Poems about Children
1.
The cow is playing the piccolo, and the plow is in the stream.
When grazing, he plays the piccolo on the back of the ox, and when plowing, he plays in the field by the stream. 2. The Ballad of the Lady of Ba (Tang Dynasty): Yu Kuan, the Lady of Ba, rides the ox and sings the bamboo stick, and the lotus root silk and diamond leaves are in the river.
Do not worry about the end of the day to return home wrong, remember the banana out of the hibiscus hedge.
I'm not afraid that I won't be able to find my home when it's late, and I know that there is a plantain in front of my house that sticks out of the hibiscus fence.3. The Poem of the Shepherd BoysSong Dynasty: Huang TingjianRiding a bull far past the village, the piccolo blows across the Long heard.
How many famous guests in Chang'an, the organs are not as good as the gentleman.
Those who chase fame and fortune in the city of Chang'an, exhausting all their efforts is not as easy as you. 4, "Sangchakeng Road" Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli clear and bright wind and rain when dry, grass full of flowers embankment water full of streams.
The child sleeps in the willow shade, and a cow eats through the willow shade west.
The water of the creek's trough was rising, and the bank was covered with green weeds and blooming with gorgeous wildflowers. A shepherd boy lay in the shade of a willow, sleeping sweetly.
And the cow just buried his head to eat grass, farther and farther away, straight to the west of the willow forest. 5, "village evening" Song Dynasty: Lei Zhen grass full of pond water full of bei, mountain title sunset dip cold ripples.
The shepherd boy returned to cross the back of the cattle, the piccolo no cavity letter mouth blowing.
The child sitting on the back of a cow, casually playing the piccolo in tune.