1. The Spring Bird
The Spring Bird is a good companion to the Golden Voice
Early in the morning every day
Wakes me up from my dreams
Mother says the Spring Bird is calling me
She wants me to go with her to the big forest
To listen to nature's stirring chorus
2. The Shoots
Smoothly
Came arching out of the earth
And thought that I would like to see you. Pomegranate
The pomegranate blossoms
It is Auntie Summer who ties
the brightly colored bows
The pomegranate fruits are ripe
It is Mother Autumn who shakes
The pomegranate fruits are ripe
The pomegranate fruits are ripe
The pomegranate fruits are ripe
The pomegranate fruits are ripe
It is Mother Autumn who shakes
The pomegranate fruits are ripe
harvest
4. Straw Hat
The little holes in the straw hat
are the doors I've opened for the sunlight
Look, the sunbeams burrowed down
They stepped on my shadow naughtily
They left their footsteps on my shadow
5. .Buds
Spring is here
It's warm
Come out soon
Little buds
Don't just show your little head
How beautiful it is on the outside of the bark
Come out soon
The sun will clothe you
In a green coat
The spring winds will give you
Sweet drops of dew
6. Fishing fire
The night was quiet
The river
was a good boy
Listening to the mother moon
Sleeping
The fisherman lit the fishing fire
The river
was like it was opening its eyes
Talking about dreams
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"The Apple" Gu Cheng
The flower floats down,
and her green-leafed sisters
are sneaking legends.
There is so much dew,
There is so much dew,
The little niece is growing up
Still a little shy.
She blushes,
She blushes,
For the ardent sun
Looks upon her.
(The flower is the apple's mother, while the green leaves are the flower's sister and the apple's aunt)
"If I Were a Snowflake" by Jin Bo
If I were a snowflake,
where would I drift down?
Float down to the river,
become a drop of water,
and play with the small fish and shrimp?
Float to the square,
To build a snowman,
Looking at you smiling?
I float down to my mom's face.
Kiss her,
and melt happily.
......
"Daddy's Snoring"
It's like a little train on a hill,
it reminds me of,
a beautiful forest.
Papa'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 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.
"I'm actually ......"
I'm actually 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
the rookery baskets are too small
to fit!
Aunt Autumn
She is so kind
She sends us
a cool breeze
which 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 she went
She left us
Another harvest
Hill Wolstein's Net for the Moon
I made a net for the moon
I'll be going out tonight to catch it.
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 would not 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 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."
A few meters (in Chinese): a Taiwanese comic strip author who gives comic strips with poems that are very funny.
"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 the University of Cambridge, 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 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'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'm a Knight in Iron Armor
I fasten my armor
And then I look around
I, for one, love to charge into battle to aid my comrades
I, for one, love to go into the devil's lair to rescue my comrades
That's what makes the fight with the devils so bad
Sometimes the fight just starts
Sometimes the fight just starts. 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. 。。。。。。
Foreign Children's Poem
"Joy"
(UK) Rowe Loo Stevenson
There are many things in the world
I am convinced that we are all as joyful as kings.
The Hour of Waking Up
Ro Lou Stevenson
A little yellow-billed bird,
hopping on my windowsill,
raised its twinkling eyes and said, "Aren't you ashamed to be asleep at this time of night!"
The Rain
(UK) Rowe Loo Stevenson
The rain fell everywhere,
on the ground and the trees,
she slapped an umbrella,
and on the sea.
"The Clear Night"
(English) Blake
The moon was like a flower,
blooming in the high branches of heaven,
joyful and quiet,
sitting and smiling at the clear night.
The Half-Wheeled Moon
(Spain) Lorca
The moon drifted on the water,
how clear the sky was!
Ancient ripples on the river,
Slowly weaving wrinkles.
Then a tiny frog,
thought the moon was a little mirror.
The Other Word
(USA) Siegel
I met a little girl child,
who came from another country,
and I could not speak her words,
so I took her by the hand.
Holding hands and dancing,
The more we danced, the more we danced,
Dancing is talking,
She understands everything you say.
The Future
(UK) Rowe Stevenson
When I grow up,
I'll be so big and so beautiful,
I'll tell the boys and girls,
Don't mess around with my rag dolls.
The Huntsman
(Spain) by Lorca
On the pine forest,
four pigeons were flying in the air.
Four doves,
circling and flying.
Four shadows fell,
all wounded.
In the pine forest,
four doves lay on the ground.
"Ba-cha-ba-cha"
(UK) Riverts
Walking through the woods in big leather boots,
Ba-cha-ba-cha!
"Duk-duk" heard the sound,
and ducked between the branches at once.
"Squeak" scampered up a pine tree,
"Bounce" into a dense forest.
"Kiki-kiki-doo" flew into the green leaves,
"Sasha" giggled and slipped into the black hole.
All of them crouched silently out of sight,
and watched with rapt attention as "Ba-cha-ba-cha" went farther and farther away.
Summer Sleep
Ro Lou Stevenson
I get up before dawn in the winter,
and I can't get dressed without the yellow candlelight.
But in summer it is quite different,
I must sleep and lie in the dark before it is dark.
I must go to bed early and lie down,
The birds still keep hopping yo the trees;
I hear the sound of grown-ups' footsteps,
still ringing in the streets.
Don't you feel sad?
Look how clear the blue sky is;
I wish I could go and play for a while longer, how nice it would be,
but it is still light but I must go to bed.
Auntie's dress