Modern Poetry About Dreams and Hopes For First Grade

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;

just a little bit, 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 tender 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 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,

Only to see it in the teacher's hand,

Puffing,

Shaking,

Puffing,

Bouncing,

Bouncing,

A little while later,

Transforming into a puppy,

Giving it to me,

What about me?

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 fragrant.

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 than ＜noun＞)

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 winds are even more mischievous

Burrowing in that cave

Shush! Shhh! Shhh!

Grandmother's words were half-formed

Go! Go! Go!

It made us laugh