What are some modern poems about childhood?

National Outstanding Children's Poetry

The Little River/Xue Lin

The Little River,

Singing a stirring song,

Running from the valley,

I asked:

Where is it going?

She said,

The sea.

Forbearance/Lee Sun Yung

Mother doesn't say bitter.

Tears in her heart,

calluses on her hands.

Out/Oh Jung-Hung

You see!

Look!

There is also a mountain on the back of a mountain,

isn't it a mountain mother carrying her son on her back,

wanting to pick the stars in the sky?

The Scarecrow/Tiny

The miserly farmer

didn't make the scarecrow new clothes

and the scarecrow

didn't dare to go and visit his friends

Opening the little window/Yan Youmei

I don't know where the sunlight comes from,

when I open the window,

the sunlight swoops down all over me.

The rice-planting/Zhan Bing

The rice fields are mirrors,

reflecting the blue sky,

reflecting the white clouds,

reflecting the green hills,

reflecting the green trees.

The farmer is planting rice seedlings,

in the green trees,

in the green hills,

in the white clouds,

in the blue sky.

Game/Zhan Bing

"Little brother, let's play a game.

Sister will be the teacher and

you will be the student."

"Sister, then, what about little sister?"

"Little sister is too young,

she can't do anything.

I think-

let her be the principal."

Spring is sold out/Du Rongshen

Spring is the most beautiful colored cloth in the

world,

and Swallow is a cloth seller.

He carries a pair of scissors with him,

and every day he is busy flying east,

shearing west,

selling out the spring inch by inch.

The Pigeon/Lim Wu Hsien

The Pigeon goes around in circles in the sky

Taking its home as the center of the circle

Circling around and around

Circling more and more around and around

No matter how long it flies

No matter how far it flies

Home

Will always be the center of the circle.

Mushrooms/Linara

Mushrooms are

lonely booths.

Only on rainy days

do frogs come to hide from the rain,

On sunny days the frogs go away,

and the pavilion is cold and empty.

The egret/Yang calls

The water of the fields in spring,

is still a little cold,

and the egret likes to

land on the backs of the cows,

and the backs of the cows that have had the sun on them

are the softest, warmest stones.

Clouds and the Moon/Linliang

White clouds float over,

this white handkerchief

drifted to the moon.

Gently wiped,

Gently floated away.

The moon that wiped its face,

was brighter.

Kitten/Lin Huan Chang

When I was napping

The wind went by the window

and shook the wind chimes a few times

-and tinkled

and went away

One of the

kittens that I had

jumped up on the bed

and looked out of the window in amazement

A white cloud drifted by

thinking it was a fish

which quickly

rushed out

The little buttons/Lin Huan-chang

I like to get my clothes dirty and

have to change them often;

the little buttons that my mother sewed on me

those little buttons

come off one by one. just fell off one by one.

Oh! Childhood

is gone,

Like the little buttons my mother sewed on me

Those little buttons.

To collect

footprints

the sea sends the most beautiful

shells

upon the sandy beach

at night

we can hear

the sea's shouts of joy

at the sight of a pair of happy footsteps

sometimes, too. And sometimes it sighs for a pair of wandering footprints in the moonlight

But with a loud laugh

the sea leaves them far behind

And the little warriors who fight in front of their sandy fortresses

their steadfast footprints

are the most beloved of all by the sea

From the corners

of the skyline that timidly

reaches out

toward the world of night

these little fellows

who are peeping into

your sweet dreams!

<ahem!

The willows

have been busy all afternoon

wabbing the pond

and a flock of muddy-footed wild ducks

come waddling

quacking

<Joy

Joy

bubbles

and kissing

They've been busy all afternoon

and they've been busy all afternoon

watching your sweet dreams

and they're all busy

and they've been busy

watching your sweet dreams

And it's all for naught. The cold, or the sun, or the fight with the wife

There are many reasons

The bird

Doesn't look for excuses

But sings the morning

Golden

At first it's only timid

Two or three sparse drops

Tries to stretch its feet

Toward the land that is so dear to me, and then it's time for the birds to go back to their home.

To the still-frozen ground

and then, in large grains

Spring rains

went along the streets and across the fields

pounding on doors and windows, shaking the trees

roaring and shouting

toward the enemy's routing

thousands and thousands of troops swept by

and so we knew

The winter is over, the winter is over, the winter is gone, and the winter is over.

Winter is over

The hard days are over

All the clenched fists are loosened

All the clenched lips are clenched in a passionate grip

All the clenched lips are blooming

A smile

A thousand colors are presented to the world

Spring

If you want to know, you should be able to see that the world is not a place for the people of the world to live in.

If you want to know

that the shortest distance between forest and forest on this lovely day

any bird with a light wing

will yak-yak-yak to tell you

that it's not a straight line

Summer

The salivating dog

has been blowing for half the day

and the dog has been blowing for half the day

. It's still too hot

Stretching

Shaking

Mimi

You're going to die

Make the carpet

* all over the place

Fur

<road >

The wind is blowing. p>

The dusty

road

begged

to take a break

but the youngsters

wouldn't even let it breathe

so they heckled and hailed

dragged it

straight back down the hill

It seemed like I heard

The bird on TV

Cuckoo! Bugu!

Daddy

Have you watered

the flowers on your balcony today

<oxen >

The sadness of oxen

is that they cannot drag their plows

on the asphalt streets

and let the city children

understand the meaning of the harvest.

The sadness of the ox

is that he knows

that his simple eyes

can't keep the starry-eyed youngsters

from the winks of the neon rainbow

<rat >

the row of the tigers and the dragons

has been given over to the rat generation

The need for a fair and even ranking of the twelve Chinese zodiac signs is not so clear, but it is a matter of time before the ox is born.

The only way to make a fair and reasonable arrangement of the two Chinese zodiac signs

is to follow the rules

Run, don't run, don't drill!

Outside my new

fence

the white rabbit's eyes

looked out at

the garden's green

vegetables

and as the sun rose

it got redder and redder

and more lovely

The white rabbit is the only one who is not a member of the Chinese zodiac. Monkey >

Monkey seller

Learns the man's action

Reaches out to the man

Ask for a brass plate

Monkey seller

Learns the monkey's action

Reaches out to the monkey

Ask for a brass plate

<Feet and Birds

Chatless

Feet

The monkey is a monkey, a monkey and a bird.

Feet

on the ground

with a heavy thump

winged his way through the sky

east, west, north, south

and

if he hadn't been so busy

his parents

would have heard from his

merrily clapping and squawking that he

wasn't doing as they asked him to do.

On the sundeck

To get a good look at

his wild

feet

I grimaced in front of the mirror

and grimaced at the shadow

and spat out my tongue

And the shadow grimaced at me

and spat out my tongue

I was in a hurry, and I was in a hurry, and I was in a hurry, and I was in the hurry, and I was in the hurry, and I was in the hurry.

I was on a busy street

I blinked at a pedestrian who stepped on my foot

He blinked back

I was in a quiet night

Winking at the stars in the sky

The stars blinked back

I was in a dewy field

Winking at a small blue flower

I was in a quiet night

Winking at a small blue flower

Winking back

Nodding slightly

The little blue flower nodded to me in the wind

I got up early today

Merrily

Whistling to a little bird outside the window

The little bird whistled to me merrily

And I'm now sweetly remembering

The day I dreamt last night

The day I dreamt that the blue flower was a little blue flower

The little blue flower winked to me

The stars winked to me.

That little girl whose name I don't know

But I can't remember for the life of me

It was her or me

The smile that started it all

Come on! I'll take you to see spring

Watch Spring Thunder's alarm clock go off

and wake up the sleepy grasses and flowers

No need for Mom to worry

Look at them stretch and yawn and then rub their eyes

Wow! The sky is even bigger and bluer than in their dreams

See the hibernating animals poking their heads out of the ground in droves

But they are forced back by the blinding sunlight

But they can't resist the temptation to join in the fun and excitement outside

One by one, they are joining in the jumping, frolicking, chasing and playing

See the little birds that have just come back from the far south

Hoping up and down

They are all so happy to see you, Mom.

The old pine tree was so busy that he couldn't take care of them

The more they told their thrilling stories, the more they chirped and chattered

The more they made the old man's face laugh, the more he was amazed

See the spring rains leading a team of laborers and service workers

Washing with their industrious hands

Washing from the alley to the street

Washing from the village to the town

Washing from the village to the town. From the village to the town

From the forest to the grassland

Then the fair sun comes out to judge whether the windows in the streets are crystal clear

or the ponds in the fields are bright

Look at Willow, the unkempt painter

Early in the morning, at the edge of the lake, with his big beard, he paints

On the gray ground of the earth, he just brushes it and wipes it with a brush

And then he paints. On the gray earth

was completed a beautiful masterpiece

of red and green! Let's go and see

Come! I'll show you summer

Look at the old black dog squatting at the door

Drooling

On the baking road

Huffing and puffing for half a day

It's still too hot

Look at the rows of kindly trees

Holding big green umbrellas on the red-bricked sidewalks

Striving for the help of a shivering man who is walking slowly

There's no way I'm not going to see summer with you. To provide shade for an old woman who walks slowly

Looking at a big cloud in the sky

Rushing in like a fire engine

Rumbling and splashing water all over the ground

Waking up the feverish land

Gone in a flash

Looking at a flock of wild ducks in the pond

Winging up their butts high and high

Watching the wild ducks in the pond

These trees are so beautiful that it is not easy for them to see the sky.

Burrowing their heads in the water, looking for something to eat

This kind of self-guided swimming pool is really good

Save your dad from yelling at you all the time

Get up and get changed

It's time to go back to the house and have dinner

Look at the crowd of coolers sitting on the sunbathing spot in front of the gate as the sun sets in the darkness

Shaking their banana fans fiercely

They grumble and grumble, while grumbling and grumbling, as if they are not there to help.

They complained about this year's weather

while they were beating up mosquitoes

Suddenly, the leaves of the big banyan tree by the well

rushed and rattled

as if they were old friends they hadn't seen in years

Some of them said, "The wind is blowing

Come on, we'll go and see for ourselves! Let's go together to see

If the sound of the drums is the beating heart of the dragon

The dozens of oars are the feet of the dragon

The drums, the louder they beat

The heart, the more urgent they beat

Feet, the more they point to the water

The faster they move, the lighter they become

The small hearts on the shore

When they are all in one place, they are also in one place, one by one. Please take your children's hands in yours

There's no telling when one of them

will

rise up in the air with the dragon's roar

Fired and soaked in water

Rained and blown

This crystal, rounded

little stone

is a little stone, a little stone. stone

is now placed on the sunny road

waiting for

an innocent and playful foot

to kick and roll its way down

- My heart is with the children who are traveling peacefully.

The angels finally descended on Beirut

The little angels in white coats and hats and wings

Holding green olive branches

Calling out the slogan of peace

And handing out bracts of roses to the soldiers who watched the excitement along the way

This was a sunny day

There was a song that was sung by a man who sang the song of the day

A song that was sung by a man who sang the song of the day

A fine day for singing and marching and clamoring

But the hearts of the little angels were full of fear

They knew

that the eye of the hated cannon

was now over their heads

Taking a long, long look at them

They knew

that their feeble cries

would soon be drowned out by the sound of the cannon

They knew

that they would be drowned out by the sound of the cannon

They knew

that they would be drowned out by the sound of the cannon.

They knew

that blood would redden

their whiteness

They knew

that the olive branches in their hands

would wilt in the smoke

they knew

that the bracts of the bougainvillea

would blossom on the breasts of innocent men

in the laughter of soldiers

. It was a fine day

a fine day of hope

but the hearts of the little angels were filled with perplexity

why God and the Lord

had turned their heads away from them

and what was the irredeemable sin

that had driven them from this bright and sunny world

that was the cause of the long expulsion from the land

of the world of the immortals

and the world of the immortals

of the world of the immortals

and the world of the immortals

of the world of the immortals

and the world of the immortals

of the world of the angels.

They have been posing in the air for half a day

but at most they have been jumping and leaping on the surface of the water

those

six

seven

eight

nine

even though they have been in the water for a long time, they are still in the water.

Even this is enough for us to

clap our hands and shout

When the round shaped dreams

one after another

swept away to the boundless sea

Spring sent

a small group of reporters

to hold up the Michael Michael Winds

and the winds of the sea

What is it that makes the world go round?

On the wind

Reaching out frequently to

Passers-by

On the road

The adults, usually so exposed

Have shaken their heads

Nothing but the babies in the carts

With the birds in the trees

Contesting to express

The praises of spring

In pure, simple terms, the spring is a time of great joy and happiness.

In the pure, original voice

Without the embellishment of words

The sky is too far away

The dandelion

Dividing the primal dream of travel

into generations

To carry it on

Soaring

With no sound, the dandelion

Creates an original dream of travel.

Without a word

The fireflies light up a distant midsummer night's dream

No neon psychedelia

Nor do they advertise anything

With dew to moisten their throats

Birds have a grip

On those who sleep in the dark hole

Earthworms

will sooner or later poke their

wonderful

heads

<the snow that sings in the opposite direction

Children's hearts are warm

Snow is cold

Children's faces are red

Snow is white

Children's laughs are loud

Snow is quiet

Children's faces are red

Snow is white

Snow is quiet

Children's feet are adventurous

But the snow smoothes the ground

Making clear footprints

That never escape

The little mother in the house

Raising her eyes

< The impatient dog >

Runs furiously

A few paces

Turns back

Furiously A few steps

and back again

Enthusiastic dog

Prompts

Wobbling and wobbling his little master who has just learned to walk

Ahead

A patch of flat and bright

The little butterflies

On the sunny meadow

Colorful arrangement of scenery

The little butterflies

With the sunshine on the grass

The little butterflies

Colorfully arranging the scenery

But two

the dashingest of the pale yellows

chased each other in mid-air

for a long time

and refused to take their places

<snowmen

Round and round

were the tiny, reddened hands with wet gloves

laughing in whitish glee

and making a pile of them.

The statue of a great dad

The warm pride of every little heart

Even though most of their dads

were tall and skinny

But since everyone was sick of dad smoking a cigar

The red roe

was forced from his mouth

and moved up to his nose

But the snowman was a big, round snowman.

But one can't help worrying that on a snowy night

it will suddenly grow a large section in the wind

with an unquenchable

joy of life

that will come and go

with a great deal of snap

<Morning on the Sea

From a motionless black spot

a sunny

white line

a small seagull

pipes through the sea

decorating the blue sky and the green sea

seamlessly

and

Autumn Leaves >

Leaves fall

Autumn Leaves >

Leaf fall

Leaves fall

in order to increase the

thickness

of the carpet

so that

autumn

which falls straight down

doesn't

fall too hard

over and over

Little girls use their playthings to hoist buckets of water

to scoop up the water and fill them with it.

Scooping water into

what her mother had dug out for her

Wind and no waves

A sea entirely her own

On the grey sandy beach

The young mother noticed

that the young girl's intent eyes

followed the brightening sky

moment by moment

and the sky was becoming brighter and brighter.

More clear and lovely than ever

The first time they went out for a hike

Every little face

was red and yellow with excitement

They weren't in a hurry to get on the road

They chased each other on the wind

Whistle as they did so

<Fashion Show

They were not in a hurry to get on the road. >

On the blue sky

a splendid show

is in progress

A wide array of fashion

is magically changing on the models in the clouds

old, young, men, women, fat, thin

high-quality formal evening dresses, but more

Loose and comfortable casual wear

On snowy and windy days

Even the little dog, Fluffy, had a little suit to wear

This magnificent show

was held in bright sunshine

No flickering, dizzying lights

No dark backstage for the uninvited

It was a special show for

For those who don't watch TV all day

Big, bright eyes

A zeppelin of colored glass

Sleek and perfectly curved

It's surely something on earth we share that's faster and more thrilling than a ride on a roller coaster

All you have to do is open your arms and close your eyes (as if you were on the same plane) and you can see the sky.

All you have to do is open your arms and close your eyes (if you're afraid of heights)

and let out a scream

before the sound even leaves your mouth

and you've gone from the sky

to the earth

Chen Guangli's miniature poems

Ocarina

Autumn winds blowing up the song of the earth is thick and

low;

Mother sending off her son or daughter carefully. p>Mothers send off their children with careful instructions,

a sound that disperses into the dusk.

Buds

A little nub emerges from under the white snow,

stretching and kicking the fine gods.

Thoughts

Swimming through a galaxy of past events,

I don't know when I'll reach the other side of my heart.

The full moon

God polished the magnifying glass

to see what people

do in their dreams?

Hedgerow Chrysanthemum

A piece of ancient coolness,

Net

Clean Autumn Divinity.

Brows

Bending the green hills hidden

Gathering the clouds of sadness dense

Can not hide the news frequently

Falling leaves

Flying butterflies all over the mountain,

Light carpet all over the ground.

- crushed spring and fall.

The pot

takes material from the earth, casts a huge belly and a small mouth,

holds 5,000 years of civilization,

gives you a detailed account.

Drunk

Fields covered with forget-me-nots,

receiving his

soul out of reality.

Mirror

Each full truth stays in the picture,

and everyone passes invisible.

- Much has been seen! The sea

It's terrifying

Not in the waves

But in the silence

The boat

Swimming in the ocean

A big fish in need of air and sunshine

The stream

Falls down as a zhangqin

Stands up as a waterfall

The month

Every day I wash my face with the sunlight

No wonder it's so beautiful

-Herbs

Even if it's bitter

someone has to make it through

Sail

A butterfly that beats the waves

A double-masted ship

The mariner drifts and wanders in the

sea with a pair of chopsticks

and a bowl

The sea is a sea. Peach Blossoms

Some little poems I wrote last night

Bees were reading them early in the morning

Huangshan

Mountains rise to a certain height

They can marry the clouds

They can give birth to children

Cows

Born to suckle

Growing up to graze

Older to eat knives

They are born with a pair of chopsticks. Eating Knives

1. 2 Songs by Ling Feng

1. Falling Leaves

Only Fly Once in a Lifetime

2. When I Think of You

Twisting Thoughts into a Wheat Tube

Stretching into the Bottom of My Heart

-Drawing on You

2. 2 Songs by Lai Yang Gang

1. Hubris

The dog's mouth swallows the sun

3. Dreams

The night's pen holds a herd of spirited livestock

Take one at random

Hump us up and down

Four: 5 Songs of Rutabaga

1. The Sago Tree in the Yard

One Sunny, Trivial Afternoon

An Afternoon in a Skirt

An Afternoon in a Dress

An Afternoon in the Sun

An afternoon in a dress

A tree of white happiness outside the window

2. The blind man

In the blind man's ears

Light walks

3. Wind chimes

Hanging from the wind's neck

4. Self-portrait

It's getting dark, I'm not afraid

One person, I don't cry

5, Status

Done with the work Sleep

Eat a full meal Look at the sky

5. Ren Shaoyun Group 4

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

1. A feeling

(1)

As soon as the wine was high

The road home became familiar with some strangers

(2)

My eyes squinted

The world is a strange place.

The world is

so small

(3)

The wind, sometimes it just blows itself

to the ground

(4)

A single drop of water

sometimes is able to change

the mood of a great river

(5)

The dream of a chair

will not tell its owner. p>

Won't tell the master

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

2. Nature's Rhyme

(1) The stars

Chirp a lot

I can't hear their secrets

(2) The light

That light, which is really bright

Can penetrate through the thick darkness of the night

3. Life Symphony

(1)

Time, slipping in the sunlight

didn't tie a bright

knot

(2)

Moods thinned, and Autumn

came marching in with a song. Plotting

Those dreams, eyes hang early on the branches

(3)

You, how can you allow me to

Circle around the moonlight hesitant woods

To come, see, you!

(5)

The moon, sometimes shivered by its own indifference

(6)

Snow, not just to clean itself

in order to

conceal what it sees

(7)

Winds that turn

The world follows and loses its way.

~~~~~~~~~~

4, Sichuan and Tibet

(1)Minjiang River

The Minjiang River, which accompanies me day and night

Why is your mood

so volatile

(2)Jiuzhaigou

With the water that follows its heart, it is the water that takes on the most beautiful form in the world

(2)Jiuzhaigou

With the water that follows its heart, it is the water that takes on the most beautiful form in the world

(3) Sichuan-Tibet Plateau

From Jiuzhaigou to Huanglong

I, in fact, just

turned over a yak's spine

Six, Xiaodie 2 songs

1, sadness

I cried

Eventually

I couldn't distinguish between rain and tears

Seven, Gounong 2 songs

1. Nose

Is this organ capable of absorbing whatever gas?

Fools know

The nose can't absorb bone gas!

Eight, 3 songs from a distance

1. At last

The last piece of ice in the universe that doesn't melt

Planting swords and goats at the North and South Poles

2. Along the

Edge of the light

Just an instant of the earth's spin

3. A moment

While I was bending over to tie my shoelaces

A shooting star slipped from behind me

9. Shui Gu 2 songs

1. Fog

Hard to get confused

It has nothing to do with Zheng Banqiao

2. Island

Stretching your head out into the sea, you're the scenery

Sinking underwater, you're the pitfall

Ten. Yuan Wei 7 songs

1. Distance

The distance

is too thin to reach.

The back of a ticket cannot be reached even if it is thin

2. The phone

Loose your hand, how to

Find the lost voice

3. Time

One throb, the dust

Thickly accumulates on the wall of the paintings

4. Loneliness

Who's laughing, so that still

Chairs shyly move

The chair is still in a state of shock, but the chair is still in a state of shock. p>chair shy and moving

5, name

heart, life

the most simple and moving love words

6, waiting for

tears, wet

clear night sky

7, rainy night drift

morning foggy morning

I can not see far away such as I

Can't see my own eyes

Eleven, Yu Ting 2 songs

1, walking shoes

You escaped from my heart Put the high heels

Left behind, the shoes still keep walking

Stomped my heart into a pothole

2, the rain

The heavens cried, the tears dripped

Made my heart flutter, hid in the

The shadow of my heart, followed by mold

Twelve, Linxi 1 song

Tanggula Mountain

The river is my sleeping youth

Stretching out from under the quilts

Two smooth arms

Thirteen, Zhoumu 4 songs

1, related to the rain

Falling down from the cracks of the sky

Shattering the rain and breaking it.

Breaking every cell of mine

2. Love

Perched on a rock

A cat purrs miserably from the roof

3. The road

Withdrawn from one's body

Paralysed on the ground

Letting one step into the distance

4. The ants

Dirt's teeth protruding

Biting towards

higher ground

Fourteen, The Great Road 2 Songs

1, Spring

Wet ears

Tender green ears

Stick out from the dark trunks of the trees

2, Hairy Chestnuts

You with your sharp prickly hedgehogs

With a few kindly hearts?

Fifteen, 4 Hwa Hsia Songs

1, Human

I keep writing this word

and find it less and less human

2, Stupid

Two bugs competing to see who'll be the first to kiss the summer's face under the spring sun

That referee is a bit like me

3, The Hidden Man

The hungry The whole world is trembling in time

Seventeen, Chocolat 1 song

Can not forget

I let the rain fall in my heart

Washing away is the dust

Eighteen, Guo Milin 8 songs

1, the boy

Take the cigarette in the mouth

Mustache grows in your mouth

This is a good idea. "Come on"

2. Flying Flute at Dusk

River of Music

Swimming a bunch of little black tadpoles

3. Waves

Eek! The water is walking

Oh, it's the boring wind that's racing

5. February River

The Water of the Year

Watering the Fish

The Bird's Whispering Can't Wipe Out the Ice Skin a Little Hemorrhoid

6. Dumb Springs

The Pond Where the Rain Strikes the Bijou

The Lotus Roots in Bloom

Watery Lilies Just Watering

The watery lotus is just so watery

7, the old street

Empty alley long sigh

Spit two or three silhouettes

8, geese formation

Capital letters

In the clouds

Clouds

Outside the clouds

Cigarettes

The head is light, drifting into the blue sky

Feet heavy, buried in the yellow earth

The lighter

Sometimes a lighter

The lighter

The TV tower

The giant's hand

Holds the whole earth in its hands

Turns it over and over

The banquet

Wine doesn't make you drunk

Bottle is drunk

Lying on the floor

Leather jacket

It's only when I see the light of day that I can keep my clothes on. It stays shiny until it sees the sun

Hiding in a dark corner

It's only mildewing

Astrology

The stars are jealous of the moon

The moon envies the sun

And the sun says, "It's so hot, I can't stand it."

Night

The night is a child

The night is a fearful place

So he invites the moon to come and catch a fish.

So the moon was invited to play with the stars

Days

A river of seasons

Sometimes rich

Sometimes dry

Dimples

A focus of beauty

Love's heart's nest

Writings

The pen

Pens my thoughts down ,

For which you vomit.

Sometimes you get free,

Historically dragging me along.

Ink

You are the source of words,

but always silent.

Must you melt into the crumbs of flesh and blood,

before you will gush quietly?

White paper

Don't blame me for your suffering,

It's hard to keep your innocence.

And look at the pen of time,

the ink on my forehead.

The eraser

Each time you cover and correct,

you have to lose a layer.

But a real track record,

can we use a pencil?

Song of the little doll (group poem)

Author: Fan Fajia

Little Mushroom

Little Mushroom,

You're so silly!

The sun,

is not shining.

The rain,

didn't fall.

What are you doing with your little umbrella?

Cockatoo

Are you a chicken?

No wings,

no beak,

no walking,

no laying of eggs,

the sun is high,

and my brother is still asleep,

and I don't hear you squawking.

Snowflake

Mommy's kisses -

are warm and

sweet.

Little snowflake,

your kisses -

are cold,

refreshing.

We,

like birds,

sing happy songs.

A little snowflake,

you can't sing,

but you can dance -

light and quiet

good dance ......

Auntie Wind

Auntie Wind,

Are the snowy, snowy clouds,

your

well-washed handkerchiefs?

- You have made the sky

so blue,

so bright ......

The fish

The leaves

have fallen;

the fall

has come;

and the sky

is so bright,

the sky is so blue,

so bright.

It's coming;

The weather,

is cold.

But the fish

are still naked,

swimming in the river,

how can they

not be afraid of the cold,

will not catch a cold?

The little star that flies

On summer nights.

What's shining brightly -

- high and low,

west and east.

My brother said,

"It's a firefly."

The sister said:

"How is it 'worm'!

It's clearly a

little star that flies."

Little Raindrop

Little Raindrop,

you are so brave!

Didn't it hurt at all when you jumped from so high up in the sky?

The family was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you, too.

Home

The blue sea

is the home of the coral.

The black clouds,

are the home of the rain.

The deep underground,

is the home of oil.

Dense forests,

home to mushrooms.

Children, when you go to the zoo,

don't forget to go home!

The news of spring (a poem)

Jinbo

The wind has made the branches of the trees green,

The water has whitened the feathers of the ducks,

I have been looking forward to it for a whole winter,

and you can see that the spring has come!

Let's put on our spring clothes,

Like birds with new feathers,

Flying through the woods, flying up the hill,

Everywhere there is the laughter of spring.

I saw the first butterfly fly,

and it tugged at my feet;

I caught it with joy,

and let it go with love.

When I see the first daisy open,

I can't help but leap for joy.

Do you recognize me, little flower?

I'm not sure how much taller I've gotten!

I will come to the branch where last year's leaves fell,

and wait for it to spit out new green buds;

and then wake up the sleeping stream,

and listen to it