If I were a snowflake,
If I were a snowflake,
What would I float down to?
Float down to the river,
become a drop of water,
and play with the little fishes and shrimps?
Float to the square,
To build a snowman,
Looking at you smiling?
Kiss her,
and melt away happily.
......
"Daddy's Snoring"
is like a little train on a hill,
it reminds me of,
a beautiful forest.
Dad's snoring,
always intermittent,
makes me worry that the train will derail.
Huh?
Dad's snoring has stopped,
is the train at the station?
To the Mouse
I like you all -
A pair of witty eyes,
Pink ears .
I like you guys even though you love to do bad things.
If I came to your kingdom,
I would want you to
wash your face, wash your hands, take a bath, and brush your teeth.
And I would teach you to
work for yourselves,
and not to be sneaky about what you do.
I also want to introduce you to a friend -
his name is Cat.
"Actually I'm ......"
Actually I'm a cloud,
and when I'm in the sky,
floating freely,
I want 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
Daddy took me on a train ride,
And when the train started,
The things outside the window moved;
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,
and we were in Taipei in a flash.
"Auntie Qiu"
We
think of Auntie Qiu
and we think of the harvest
I haven't seen Auntie Qiu
but I guess that Auntie Qiu's face
was red
and round
and 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
flame-red colors
Oh, Auntie Autumn
was busy
she was painting all the
buckets
with her own coloring
and she gave all the
buckets
to all the
buckets.
baskets and sacks
with
full particles
of heavy 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
Aunt Autumn
comes with dewdrops on the ground
and says.
She came with the dew
Stepped with the frost
Stealthily gone
She left us
Another harvest of joy
Hill Wolstein's "Moon Net"
I made a moon net
I'll be going out to hunt tonight.
I'm going to run and throw it up into the sky,
to catch the huge moon.
The next day, if the moon is gone from the sky,
you can think:
I have caught my prey,
and put it in the net that caught the moon.
In case the moon is still shining,
look down and you'll see that
I'm swinging freely in the sky,
and my 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 I saw with my eyes
curled and curled up like wool.
When I take my pen and write "river" in my little exercise book,
I see a splash in front of my eyes,
and a palace rising 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 a net.
If I wrote "My Dad,"
I'd like to sing and bounce a little,
I'm the tallest and the best,
I'm good at everything.
My Kite
Take me, my kite,
Take me to the blue sky!
I'll fly in the sky,
I'll hover in the sky,
I'll fly like a bird,
Over the sea,
Over the ocean.
Take me, my kite,
Take me to the 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, my kite,
Take me to the 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 apple tree would not cover the garden.
But if a man had shared the goodness of his heart,
there would have been light everywhere,
as the sweet fruit that fills the orchard
Mother
I must say it,
to say what you have given me
in gratitude.
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,
You have given me so many children that I 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 wishes for a gust of wind,
to carry the kite of my ideals up to the sky.
This is the first time that I have ever seen a kite flying in the sky.
Green Plains (in Chinese): 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 at peace:
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, dirty mess?
Milne (1882 - 1956) was a famous British 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 very small" (1924), "We are already 6 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's name is John, and one's name is James.
James started first,
and in my heart I hoped he 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 got going,
James' pace picked up again.
John sprints down the window in a puff of smoke,
James' speed is 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!
The Jump
There goes a robin,
Hop, hop, hop,
Hop, hop, hop.
Anyway, I'll tell him:
Don't walk so much. It
says it can't stop jumping,
and if it stops jumping,
it won't go anywhere.
Lovely robin,
Then it won'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 into battle to aid my comrades
Most of all, I love to go to the devil's lair to rescue my comrades
And that means a fight with the devils
Sometimes the fight is just starting
The battle is just starting. I worry that maybe the demons will win just as the battle begins
。。。。。。
And yet I think 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 it goes to.
It comes from somewhere,
As fast as it can,
I can't keep it,
I can't run fast enough to keep up with it!
If I let go of the string that was tied to the kite,
then the kite would have drifted with the wind
for a day and a night.
I will look for the kite,
and see on what hill it rests;
I know that the wind
has left its footsteps there.
So I can 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 lovely idea!
It was the crow's fault for singing,
quacking and boasting!
And besides, he stole the meat,
You can have it or he can have it.
Maybe if you eat the meat
you'll be as pretty as can be!
Tails like red-hot flames
Skimming across the green grass like the wind.
I like you, Fox,
Your cunning is wit,
Your deception is fun.
No matter what the grown-ups say,
I, like you.
"Just a little bit"
Author: Cong Cong
He usually has a catchphrase:
"Just a little bit, it's okay ......"
He eats, and loves to leave the bottom of the bowl,
Grandma says he loves the bottom of the bowl.
He was always late for school,
and always chased the teacher into the classroom:
"Just a little bit,
It's okay ......"
He was always late for school,
and always chased the teacher into the classroom:
"Just a little bit,
"
"It's okay. "It was so close,
It's okay......"
To go to the park, the collection to take the car,
He rushed to the car when it started:
"It was so close,
"It was so close,
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", but wrote "no meat",
and the robot brought him his meal,
and told him to eat a vegetarian meal;
just a little bit. close, and that's okay!
He came to the site with the drawings,
wrote 1.5 meters as 15 meters,
wow! The windows by the door of the building turned out to be,
from the first floor all the way up to the sixth floor;
just a little bit short, never mind!
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 soft green treetops glistened with golden light,
and the square became a sea!
A group of barefoot children in the water,
happy as if they were gods.
The little brother stamped 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, with her two short, thick pigtails,
followed the muddy pants,
biting her lip,
holding up her skirt,
running softly and carefully,
wishing in her heart that she, too,
would have taken such a painful fall!
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, only a patch of grass remains.
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, ah,
had become as deft as our teacher's!
And "Flowers with Rain" - Kimble