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'll fly in the sky,
I'll hover in the sky,
I'll fly and fly like a bird,
Fly over the sea yo , fly over the ocean.
Take me there, my kite,
Bring me up 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. 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 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 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 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 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, p>
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
.