1. Prose verses about describing young children
Prose verses about describing young children 1. Looking for a prose or poem about children
Infancy Baby
A swaddled baby,
Your eyes are as clear as fresh water,
Your dark eyes look left and right as if the camera is turning.
A swaddled baby,
your two little hands are waving wildly,
like a band conductor's gestures to convey your will.
A swaddled baby,
You sleep peacefully with the lullaby of your loved ones,
With your round little face and satisfied expression,
It looks so cute that people can’t put it down.
The swaddled baby,
your smile,
is exactly the rainbow flying with joy.
Baby in swaddling clothes,
Wherever you are, there is the rush of love and the nourishment of love...
Is it this one?
< p> 2. Prose poems about young children1. Little secrets
"Huh——", gently, gently, the autumn wind is coming! She was a hard-working collector, you know?
Look, her home is so big: she collects the green leaves, the golden fruits, the blue of the sky, and the tinkling singing of the creek. . . . . . oh? Did she forget to collect the red color of maple leaves? no! Hee hee, she wants to write a red letter on the maple leaf, hide it in the wings of the geese flying south, and tell the children in the south: how beautiful the fairy tales in the north are, and how long the good stories are.
This is a little secret, you must not tell it to others!
2. The autumn rain is brushing
Brushing, swishing, the rain is falling continuously, like threads hanging from the sky to the ground.
The wild chrysanthemums were happy, stretched out their necks, tied one around them, and used it as a silver bow tie, blooming more brightly; the remaining green grass was happy, straightened their waists, and tied a silver bow tie. The belt showed off the swaying figure again; the singing insects in the underground were delighted, and they hurriedly opened their mouths to drink the silver soy milk, which moistened their throats, and wanted to sing to their heart's content on the night stage. . . . . . Hehe, the children are even more happy. They bloom into seven-color lotus flowers, floating in the pond on the earth. They also have to hold on to the silk threads to swing, swinging up to the blue sky, and the flowers hidden behind the clouds. Stars, moon, hide and seek.
Haha! listen! The laughter is so crisp and loud.
3. What are the beautiful prose poems for kindergarten class
The anthropomorphic language style of prose gives children clear memory and imagination clues, making it easier for children to understand and feel, and can fully Use children's imagination and create prose.
Related: ◇ Tai Ban Prose Poetry "Where is the Spring Breeze" >>Details ◇ Tai Class Prose Poetry Appreciation: Sleeping>>Details ◇ Tai Class: Trees are our good friends>>Details ◇ Tai Class Language Lesson Plan: Prose Poetry "Color>> Detailed design intention: "Kindergarten Education Guidance Outline" points out: It is necessary to guide children to contact excellent children's works so that they can feel the richness and beauty of language, and to help children deepen their experience and understanding of the works through a variety of activities. The prose "What is Home" is a poetic work. It uses beautiful language and metaphor to describe the warmth, sweetness, safety and importance of home. The prose gives full play to imagination and makes home a clever picture. Metaphors and fitting associations are specific and vivid, in line with the learning characteristics of young children in large classes, and can be well accepted by young children.
Let children further understand the true meaning of "home" based on their original single understanding of home, and enhance their feelings for home and family. The anthropomorphic and humane language style of prose gives children clear clues for memory and imagination, making it easier for children to understand and feel, and it can give full play to children's imagination and ability to create prose poems.
Activity goals: 1. Like to listen to prose poems, feel the warmth of home, and develop a love for home and loved ones. 2. Connect with life experience, tell interesting stories about your home, and use objects to express your feelings about home.
3. Boldly imagine and imitate based on the content of the poem. Activity preparation: 1. Music "Let Love Live in My House" 2. "What is Home" ppt 3. Make a flat house made of homemade cardboard, some colored paper and markers.
Activity process: 1. Play the background music of "Let Love Live in My Home", listen to the music and enter the activity room. 1. The teacher asked: "What did you hear in this song?" The children answered (Let love live in my home, there is a father and a mother...) Teacher's summary: Yes, we have a father and a mother in our home, and each of our children We have a big happy family and our life is so happy because our home is full of love.
2. Exchange and share: A happy family is where interesting things happen every day. Today, our children will share interesting things that happen in their own homes with the guest teacher.
Child’s answer:… Teacher’s summary: Because we are a family that loves each other, we will have many happy and interesting things happening around us at home.
(Design intention: to create a beautiful and warm atmosphere and arouse children's emotions. Feel the meaning of home through interesting things that happen in their own homes.)
2. Appreciate the prose poem "What is Home" 1. Appreciating a prose poem in its entirety for the first time (the teacher recited the prose poem with music). The teacher asked: What is the title of this prose poem? What is a narrator in prose poetry? Children answer: (Home is a house, a window, a bed, and the sun...) 2. Appreciate the prose poem in its entirety for the second time (watch the ppt slides, and the teacher recites the prose to music). The teacher asked: Why is it said that home is a lamp? A window? A soft bed? A sun? Children’s answer:… Teacher’s summary: The children’s answer is awesome. It turns out that home is a place to shelter from wind and rain, a place where we can relax physically and mentally and bring us happiness. 3. Appreciate the prose poem in its entirety for the third time (view the chart ppt). The teacher asked: Which line in the poem do you like best? (Design intention: Appreciate the ppt "What is Home" and feel the beauty of the picture and language of this prose poem.
Gradually deepen the feeling of home and understand the meaning of home. By talking about what you like in the prose poem Which sentence can further familiarize you with the content and understand the metaphors in the prose poem)
3. Stimulate imagination and boldly imitate 1. Teacher’s guide: In such a beautiful prose poem, some children like home. It’s a lamp…what else could that house be? Ask the children to tell you how happy and happy you feel at home, just like in the poem. Ask individual children to answer.
(Show ppt imitation sentences) 2. Children are divided into groups to draw and imitate poems. Teacher's guide: What you said is really good, children. Use a paintbrush to draw what you just said and thought, and tell everyone! (Teachers provide guided tours and display children’s paintings in a home-made warm house).
3. Children show their imitated poems. Teacher’s summary: Children’s homes are really warm, comfortable and comfortable. Do you want more people to like your home? Then let's share our homemade prose poems with other children.
(Design intention: Children's imitation knitting not only gives full play to children's imagination, but also exercises children's oral expression ability. Children use the form of painting to express their imaginary home, further sublimate their emotions and enhance their understanding of the home. A beautiful longing for home) Attached is a prose poem: "What is Home?" What is Home? Home is a lamp, a window, and a soft bed.
With lights, I am no longer afraid of the lack of stars and moon at night. With windows, you no longer have to worry about wind and rain.
With a bed, when you are tired or sleepy, you can have a sweet sleep and have a beautiful dream. Home is the sun, the smiles of mom and dad are the warm sunshine.
4. Prose poems suitable for 9-year-old children
Four Suns
I drew a green sun hanging in the summer sky.
The mountains, fields, streets, and campuses are all cool and refreshing.
I drew a golden sun and gave it to autumn. In the orchard, the fruit is ripe.
The golden fallen leaves are busy inviting friends, asking them to taste the sweetness of the fruit.
I drew a red sun to illuminate the winter.
The sun warmed the children's frozen hands and faces.
In spring, what color should the spring sun be painted?
Oh, draw it in color.
Because spring is a colorful season.
I love nature
I love spring,
Because I love the green grass;
Just give silently,
Never ask for anything.
I love summer,
Because I love the lotus leaves like jade plates;
For the little fish The children block the scorching sun,
Never care about their own gains and losses.
I love autumn,
Because I love the withered yellow leaves;
In order to have dense new branches in the coming year,
I am willing to turn it into fertilizer and melt it into the soil.
I love winter,
Because I love the wintersweet that is not afraid of the cold;
Its spirit of being proud of the frost and fighting the snow,
inspired me in life.
Ah! I love nature!
I want to use the pen in my hand,
to sing to my heart’s content,
every season.
A fairy who fell into the mortal world
p>A fairy who fell into the mortal world
Can't find the direction to heaven
In the dark night
Can only watch silently
Give him a bright light to look for
Give him a starry sky to look up
Let him find the direction of heaven
Let him find the direction of love
A fairy who fell into the mortal world
Looking for the direction of heaven
5. What are some prose describing "children"
1. I didn't get it To crayons, I didn’t get a colorful moment, I only had me, my fingers and the pain
Only tear up the beloved white paper and let them look for butterflies to make them disappear from today
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I am a child, a child spoiled by an imaginary mother, and I am willful
2. "Beautiful Morning"
In the early morning, Father Sun reluctantly leaves the warmth Get ready to go to work. The earth is like a girl covered in white gauze, hazy and blurry.
The green hills are covered with green quilts, lying comfortably on the ground, having sweet dreams. Butterflies were flying among the flowers, and a group of elves were happily playing games among the flowers. Birds are on the branches, chirping and telling interesting things they encountered yesterday. The flowers in the garden, quietly bathed in the morning dew, look even more arrogant and beautiful. The dewdrops on the grass are like pearls, so beautiful!
In the early morning, the farmer carried a heavy hoe and prepared to work in the fields, and I happily picked up my schoolbag and prepared to go to school, starting a happy day!
3. "Letters of the Four Seasons"
Year after year, the solar terms and seasons are constantly changing; all things in the world have different appearances corresponding to different seasons. This world is really magical. Why do springs with green grass, summers covered with green branches, autumns with fluttering red leaves, and winters with flying snow always come at the right time and never delay? I was born between heaven and earth, and passed through one spring, summer, autumn, and winter between heaven and earth. I could only passively take off my cotton when the south wind blows, and add clothes when the north wind cools. I don’t know who is forcing me.
4. Child
The small water droplets under the morning glow and dew are crystal clear and jade-like. I hold you in my heart and kiss you. Is the ticking ticking calling me? I'm here, I'm here! Don't panic, kid, don't rush to chase you, you will always be in my sight, running and jumping with you like a shadow. Pick up your little footprints one by one, look at them carefully and marvel at them every day.
5. Child
Tonight, you brought back the pain I had last year, and even the sores I had for many years. My child, just regard her as happiness. If happiness is indeed true, bury it deep in Ai Qing's land. One day, "facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming", just smile with contentment, and live happily.
6. Childishness
Saying sorry with a pout, with a little resistance in the mood, childishness. He gritted his teeth and said it didn't matter, his expression obviously showing some difficulty and childishness. That Monday, in order to celebrate your birthday, I made it specially for you.
6. Poems about children
Chishang (Tang Dynasty) Bai Juyi The little boy held a small boat and secretly picked white lotus.
If you don’t hide the traces, the duckweeds will bloom together. [Note]: Boat: boat.
Puzzled: Don’t know; don’t understand. One way: all the way.
Pole: To punt a boat and use poles to make the boat move forward. Xiaowa: Child.
Duckweed: an aquatic plant with oval leaves floating on the water, fibrous roots underneath, and white flowers in summer. Open: separate.
[Author information]: Bai Juyi (772--846), a poet of the Tang Dynasty, with the courtesy name Letian and the name Xiangshan Jushi, was originally from Taiyuan [now part of Shanxi]. When his great-grandfather arrived, he moved to Xiagui (sounding guī) (now north of Weinan, Shaanxi).
Bai Juyi's grandfather Bai Huang once served as the county magistrate of Gong County [Gongyi, Henan] and was a good friend of the then magistrate of Xinzheng [belonging to Henan]. Seeing the beautiful mountains and rivers of Xinzheng and the simple folk customs, Bai Huang liked it very much, so he moved his family to Dongguozhai Village (today's Dongguo Temple) in the west of Xinzheng.
On the twentieth day of the first month of the seventh year of the Dali calendar of Emperor Daizong of the Tang Dynasty (February 28, 772 AD), Bai Juyi was born in Dongguo House. Wuzong died in Luoyang [belonging to Henan] in August of the sixth year of Huichang (846) at the age of 75.
He is the author of seventy-one volumes of "Bai's Changqing Collection". In his later years, when he became the Crown Prince Shaofu, he was given the posthumous title "Wen" and was known as Bai Fu and Bai Wengong in the world.
Actively advocated the New Yuefu Movement in literature, advocating that articles should be written according to the times and poems should be written according to the events. He wrote many poems that lamented the times and reflected the people's sufferings, which had a great influence on later generations. . He is a very important poet in the history of Chinese literature.
During the Yuanhe period, he served as Hanlin scholar and Zuo Zanshan doctor. Because he offended the powerful, he was demoted to Jiangzhou Sima. In his later years, he loved Buddhism and called himself a happy layman. He wrote many poems throughout his life, among which allegorical poems are the most famous. His language is easy to understand and he is known as "the old woman can understand it".
Among the narrative poems, "Pipa Play" and "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" are extremely famous. In his early years, he was enthusiastic about helping the world, emphasizing the political function of poetry, and striving to be popular. He wrote sixty poems such as "New Yuefu" and "Qin Zhongyin". Du Fu's "Three Officials" and "Three Farewells" are both famous historical poems.
The long narrative poems "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" and "Pipa Play" represent his highest artistic achievements. In his middle age, he suffered setbacks in the officialdom. "Since then, I have been separated from my official career, and I cannot talk about worldly affairs from now on." However, he still wrote many good poems and did many good deeds for the people. The Baidi in Hangzhou's West Lake still remains to commemorate him. .
In his later years, he paid great attention to landscapes and wrote some short poems. A poem presented to Liu Yuxi goes: "Don't listen to the old songs and old songs, but listen to the new words "Willow Branches"", which shows that he has composed some new words by himself.
One of the poems, "Hua Fei Hua", has a hazy beauty, which was highly praised by later poets such as Ouyang Xiu, Zhang Xian and Yang Shen. [Translation]: Innocent and lively rural children, they hold a small boat and secretly pick other people's white lotus flowers.
When they came back, they didn't know how to cover up the traces left behind. The boat shook away the duckweeds on the water, leaving clear waterways behind the boat. Exposed his whereabouts~~ [Brief Analysis] The author uses the technique of line drawing to vividly depict the naivety of a child who "steals lotus". The most expressive sentence in the poem is the sentence "Hide the trace without knowing it", which expresses the child's naughty and innocence modality.
How much power the spring breeze can dissipate, taking the children to the sky.
1. Introduction to the author Xu Wei (1521-1593 AD), also known as Qingtengshanren. A native of Shanyin (now Shaoxing City, Zhejiang Province).
A famous artist in the Ming Dynasty. In his early years, he took part in the provincial examination and failed repeatedly. In his middle age, he served as a secret agent for Hu Zongxian, the governor of Zhejiang and Fujian, and made military plans to fight against Japanese pirates.
However, because Xu Wei hated evil and despised the powerful, he was impoverished throughout his life and even went crazy for a time. In his later years, he could only survive by selling paintings and calligraphy. He has high standards in calligraphy, painting, poetry, opera and many other aspects.
His paintings are unique, and he is especially good at flowers and birds. According to historical records, the freehand splash-ink painting method popular in modern flower and bird paintings was developed from him. His poetry and prose are unconventional, and his opera treatises and dramas also have many aspects that surpass previous opinions and break stereotypes.
2. Background information It is said that the earliest kites in China were made by Mo Zhai, a philosopher during the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods more than 2,000 years ago. He came up with the idea of ??making a kite because he saw an eagle circling in the sky in Lushan (now Weixian County, Shandong Province). However, the process of making a kite did not go smoothly.
After three years of research and trial production, he finally made a wooden bird out of wood, but it broke down after only flying for one day. Later, Mo Zhai passed the kite-making business to his student Gongshu Ban (also known as Lu Ban). Lu Ban made kites out of bamboo based on Mo Zhai's ideals and designs.
Lu Ban split the bamboo, smoothed it, and bent it with fire to make it look like a magpie. It was called a "wooden magpie" and flew in the air for three days. Kites were later used in military applications to detect enemy positions.
After the Tang Dynasty, its use began to shift to entertainment. During the Ming and Qing Dynasties, folk customs gradually formed. On the Qingming Festival, people flew kites high and far away, then cut the strings of the kites and let the kites float away with the wind, which meant to completely let go of the "depression" accumulated over the past year. Go out and pray for the elimination of disease during the year.
Xu Wei was poor in his later years and mainly made a living by selling paintings. "Wind kites" was one of his frequent painting themes in his later years. He painted a large number of "wind kites" and wrote poems about them.
There are more than thirty such "Poems on Wind Kites" in existence, and the one selected here is one of the more representative ones. Through the description of children flying kites, he poured his hope and sustenance for the future into children, and also expressed his own emotions.
Three Notes 1. Wind Kite: Also known as "paper kite". Kite: ○ Cantonese [Yuan], [jyn1]; ○ Han [yuān]; Eagle.
Eagles are often painted on paper kites, hence the name. Strictly speaking, there is a difference between a kite and a paper kite.
The so-called "kite" means that it can produce sounds like strings in the air; as for the "paper kite", it is a dumb bird that only flies but does not sing.
A kite is made by tying a bowstring to the back of a paper kite or pressing a bagpipe on the head of the kite. When the paper is lifted into the air, strong wind passes through the flute or causes the bowstring to vibrate, which produces a whine sound.
Ordinary paper kites do not make any sound. However, people no longer distinguish between the two.
2. Rub: ○Cantonese [学], ○Han [cuō]. Rub the two palms together repeatedly, or place the palms on something else and rub them back and forth.
3. Catkins: Catkins. The seeds of the willow tree, with white downy hair, are called "catkins", also known as "willow cotton".
4. Xun: The ancient unit of length, with eight feet as one fathom, and Qianxun refers to its extreme length. 5. Xiaode: consume, consume.
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7. Poems about children, ancient poems
"Shepherd Boy" Tang Luyan
The grass spread across the field for six or seven miles, and the flute plays three or four sounds in the evening breeze. After returning home and having a good meal at dusk, I lie down under the moonlight without taking off my coir raincoat.
"Ship Passing Anren" by Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty
Two children on a fishing boat gathered their poles and sat in the boat. It's strange that even if it's not raining, they open their umbrellas, either to cover their heads or to use wind.
"Qing Ping Le? Village Residence" Song Xin Qiji
The eaves are low and the grass is green on the stream. Wu Yin is very charming when she is drunk, but who is the old lady with gray hair? The eldest son is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, while the middle son is weaving a chicken coop. His favorite child is rogue, lying at the head of the stream peeling off lotus pods.
"Children Making Ice" by Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty
A childish child takes off the dawn ice from a golden basin and picks silk threads to use as a silver carving. The jade chime made a sound as it penetrated the forest, and suddenly there was a sound of glass breaking.
"Xugongdian, Suxin City" by Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty
The fence is sparse and one foot deep, and the flowers on the tree heads have not yet formed shade. The children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly, which flew into the cauliflower and was nowhere to be found.
"Children's Fishing" by Hu Linngneng of the Tang Dynasty
A boy with a shaggy head is learning to fish, sitting sideways on a berry moss. Passers-by asked and waved, fearing that they would be frightened and ignored.
"Odd Book on Returning to Hometown" by Tang He Zhizhang
When a young boy left home and his eldest son came back, his local pronunciation did not change and his hair on his temples remained unchanged. When children see each other but don't recognize each other, they laugh and ask where the guest is from.
"On the Pond" Tang Bai Juyi
The little boy held a small boat and secretly picked white lotus. Without clearing up the hidden traces, the duckweeds bloom together.
8. Collection of poems about children
1. "Teacher's Smile" The teacher's smile is a sail in the wind. Without wind, how can a ship set sail? It is like the dewdrops of the morning sun. Without dewdrops, there are no ships. The teacher's smile is the reflected colorful sunshine. It is the sugar in the students' hearts. Without sugar, how can we taste the sweetness in our mouths? The teacher's smile is the kite in dreams. Without dreams, no kite can fly so high and so far.
2. "Ode to Teachers" Others take gold from life, you can only get the fragrance of flowers. Your gold is the morning sun, your silver is the fifteenth moon, but you still whistle happily, your pride. It is the fragrance of peaches and plums, you are the candle, shining with weak candlelight; you are the gardener, shining brightly with the drops of hard-working sweat; ah! Teacher - you raised me up and let me shine for the motherland; Ah! Teacher - you taught me how to be a human being, and your hard work is flowing in my blood! Teacher, thank you for your hard work. Who brought us ignorant people into the spacious classroom and taught us rich knowledge? It's you! teacher! With your hard work and sweat, you have nurtured the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring. Who is it that educates us naughty people into considerate and helpful people? It's you! teacher! Your care is like the gentle spring breeze that warms our hearts.
Who is it that cultivates us young people into mature and sensible teenagers? It's you! teacher! Your protection allows us to grow healthily. Bear fruit in the golden autumn season.
Thank you for your hard work! teacher! People who work hard in the scorching heat and cold. Thank you for your hard work! teacher! People who devote their youth to nothing.
We have the highest respect for you! ——Thank you for your hard work, teacher! 3. "Teacher, Mom" ??Teacher, you are a gardener, but more like a kind mother. In your eyes, we are all children.
In your heart, we are all treasures. You not only gave me knowledge, but also taught me the principles of life, and gave me mother-like love.
In your countless eyes, I see hope. In your bright smile, I gain confidence.
I love you teacher, I love your mother. 4. "Singing the Motherland" My motherland, my lovely China, you have created a glorious history, you have raised a great nation.
I am proud of your longevity. The strong winds of thousands of years cannot break your straight back. I am proud of your strength, which has withstood internal and external troubles and weathered the wasted years. I am proud of your light. The Chinese nation has firmly grasped its own destiny. I am proud of your spirit. The reform and opening up are majestic.
5. "Morning on Campus" The wind took away the snoring at night, and the campus woke up from a sweet dream. The morning breeze rubbed her eyes, and the quiet campus suddenly became lively. The eldest sister walked into the campus, carrying her schoolbag, talking and laughing with her classmates.
The eldest brother ran into the campus, holding snacks and eating them with relish. The little classmates came jumping into the campus, carrying colorful schoolbags, and playing games with their classmates.
The beautiful class music sounded, like an oriole singing, the students walked into the classroom in an orderly manner, and the campus echoed with the sound of reading. The teacher hurriedly walked into the classroom, holding thick handouts in his hands, delivering rich knowledge to the students. A new day began... 6. "Alma Mater" Great Alma Mater, you are the sun of spring, slowly Rise, give us warmth, we are moved by you, we are proud of you.
You are the wings, taking us to soar in the space of knowledge; you are the water, quietly flowing into our bodies. You are the wind, blow us away, let us have a better tomorrow.
Your selfless dedication makes us the most dazzling flowers in the world. My small heart blooms for you, and I hope my alma mater will become more and more beautiful.
7. "Grateful Heart" Bath in the sunshine of love, feel the moisture of love, listen to the language of love, and walk on the road full of love. Love, where does it come from? From mother's arms.
Mother's love is a cup of strong tea, Mother's love is a warm cradle. Love, where does it come from? A greeting from my mother.
A mother's love is an umbrella in the rain, a mother's love is a cotton coat in the cold wind. Therefore, I want to savor that cup of tea with a grateful heart.
Therefore, I want to listen to the nagging with a grateful heart. With a grateful heart, I want to call out gently: "Mom!" 8. "Mother's Love" When I was a child, my mother's love was hidden in my arms, and I held it warmly.
After school. Mother's love is hidden in the schoolbag, carrying it is heavy.
After I left home, my mother’s love was hidden in the photo. I looked at it and smiled. ah! Mother's love.
You are everywhere, right by my side. 9. "I don't want to grow up" I don't want to grow up... I'm afraid that when I grow up, I won't be able to hold the doll or read the "Little Frog" anymore.
I am afraid that when I grow up, I will have to read, write, and draw, and will not be able to follow my mother every day. But my mother said growing up is also good.
My mother said that although there will be a lot of troubles when you grow up, what you get in exchange is friendship and smiles. Well, then do I still have to grow up? Tell me, okay? 10. "Winter Thoughts" The autumn wind blows and the fallen leaves float.
Standing in the wind, I felt a slight chill. Picking up a leaf casually, a burst of sadness suddenly surged in my heart.
Leaves, leaves. Why do you wither in the autumn? Why don't you? I really hope that one day, when I walk by the trees, there will no longer be fallen leaves.
How I wish there was a place where the trees are green all year round. I like green, and I like the green world even more.
11. "I Like" I like spring flowers, conceived in winter, born in spring, releasing a faint fragrance. I like the rain in summer, which falls unexpectedly from the sky and brings refreshing coolness in the hot summer.
I like the fragrance of rice in autumn. When I open my sleepy eyes and walk out of the room to breathe in the fresh air, the rich fragrance of rice hits my nostrils. I like the sunshine in winter, unfolding in the confused morning mist, adding warmth and hope in the cold winter! 12. "Only You" You are the only one running on the road in the cold night - you are the only one crying sadly at the door of my mother's operating room - you are the only one waiting anxiously outside the door of my mother's kindergarten - my mother and I are running happily on a bright Sunday Only you - mother, no matter what time, no matter where you are, no matter what emotions you have, you are always waiting, waiting, comforting, and caring. It is you - it is you - my great mother... 13 , "Mother of the Motherland" You are the blue sky, Mother of the Motherland, we are the birds flying high. Mother of the Motherland, you are the blue sky.