Take me, my kite, and fly me to the blue sky quickly! See how great the world in the sky is, and see how good children around the world are. I want to hold hands with them and laugh with them. Take me, my kite, and fly me to the blue sky quickly! I must say "mom" and tell you how grateful you are to me.
You have given me so many trees I like, so many birds I like, so many stars with open petals, so many words to write poems and songs, so many hearts open to me, so many girls with sweet voices, so many friendly hands to hold, and this naive heart-it has no desire for life, only hopes for a gust of wind.
2. Complete poems about modern children, 1, month.
The moon in the sky goes round and round,
It shines like a jade plate in the sea.
A group of fish swam over,
The tracts were broken into two or three pieces.
The fish ran away in fear,
All the way to the rock.
Looking back,
The moon is round.
2. Little Fairy Tales
To the south of the clouds,
That distant place,
A group of leaves said:
We want to be as open as flowers.
A group of flowers said:
We want to fly like birds.
A group of peacocks said:
We want to grow like trees.
3.pomegranate
Pomegranate flowering
Aunt Xia tied it.
A bright bow
Pomegranate fruit is ripe
It's Qiu's mother shaking it.
Harvest Kurenai Rin
4. Fourteen years old, Blue Harbor
Life is a long river,
Fourteen years old is blue harbor,
There is a great impulse,
There are also thinking waves.
There is love,
But it's vague,
I don't understand, but I know one thing,
Like a river in the morning fog,
You can see it,
It's hard to say.
I have a lot on my face,
Have something to say,
Don't spin on the tip of your tongue,
Innocence jumps like waves,
Never know what sadness is.
Say that boys are brave and brave,
Even if the bullet flies, it doesn't blink;
It is really timid to say that girls are timid.
I saw the bean worm jump far away.
I hope there are more exclamation points,
Let adults sit up and take notice,
But the question mark in my mind can't be pulled straight.
Weird questions often embarrass teachers.
You talk about ideals, he talks about ideals,
Ideals are constantly changing like the tide,
You want to be a hero, and he wants to be a hero,
I often take risks to be a hero.
Ah,
Fourteen years old,
Blue harbor,
Fourteen years old,
An ideal heaven,
Start the ship of life from here,
The morning glow weaves a wonderful wreath for them.
3. A modern poem about children 1. After the Rain, my little brother stepped on the water hard, and the spray was high. He shouted "Sister, be careful, slide" and he slipped.
He patted his wet mud trousers and said "oops", but his red face was full of excitement and pride. 2. "The Sea Sleeps" The wind stopped, the waves stopped laughing, and the sea slept in the middle of the night.
She holds the bright moon, she carries the stars, and the gentle tide is her snoring. The wind on the sea is a flower god. When she came, ten thousand waves bloomed ... The wind on the sea was a pianist, and when she came, she played ten thousand kinds of songs ... The wind on the sea was a Hercules, and when she came, she sent away ten thousand fishing sails ... The wind on the sea was a lion, and when it roared, it set off waves ... 3. "I really want to become a big lotus leaf" Summer came, and it was a summer.
She asked me enthusiastically: What do you want to change? I want to become a transparent raindrop and sleep on a green leaf; I want to become a small fish and swim in the clear river. I want to be a butterfly, shuttling among the flowers; I want to be a slug and sing about our life.
I want to be a shining star, I want to be a crescent moon. I finally saw a small lotus pond, and I really want to become a big lotus leaf.
Lotus leaf is like a big umbrella, quietly supporting in the lotus pond. Fish came, playing under the lotus leaf, raindrops came, singing on the lotus leaf ... 4. "Country children" used to be orioles in their mother's arms and wild chrysanthemums blooming on their father's back.
Catch a butterfly and you can weave a beautiful story. Contains a blade of grass that can play audible songs.
Dig a basket of wild vegetables and wrap it around the pig's stomach. Catching a string of small fish makes the greedy cat happy.
Oh, country children, born in the sun, grew up in the wilderness. On tiptoe, 5. "A lilac" walked into the thick green yard, and we planted a lilac in front of the teacher's window.
Teacher, teacher, let its green branches and leaves extend into your window and accompany you every night. Teacher-the green leaves rustle in the wind, which is why we sing for you to help you get rid of the fatigue of the day.
Teacher-flowers full of trees, that is our smiling face, thank you for hanging around us all the time. It's late at night, and the stars are so sleepy that they blink. Teacher, have a rest and let the flowers float into your dreams. The dream of lilacs must be sweet and fragrant.
4. My kite, the complete works of modern children's ancient poems.
Take me, my kite,
Take me to the blue sky!
I want to fly in the sky,
I want to fly in the sky,
I want to fly like a bird,
Fly over the ocean, fly over the ocean.
Take me, my kite,
Take me to the blue sky!
Look at how great the world in the sky is,
Seeing how good children all over the world are,
I want to hold hands with them,
I want to laugh with them.
Take me, my kite,
Take me to the blue sky!
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mother
I have to say,
Tell me what you gave me.
Gratitude.
You gave me so many trees that I like,
You gave me so many birds I like,
You gave me so many stars with open petals,
You gave me so many words to write poems and songs,
You gave me so many open hearts,
You gave me so many girls with sweet voices,
You gave me so many hands to hold,
Gave me this childish heart—
It has no desire for life,
I just want a gust of wind,
Send my ideal kite into the blue sky.
5. Modern Poetry About Children's Dream Childhood I have asked the clever stars, and I have asked the kind moon. How long is the road to dreams? I once asked the affectionate earth, the warm sun, how long the dream road is. Childhood is a newborn green leaf, a budding bud, a blue sky and a beautiful dream. I once asked the clever star, and I once asked the kind moon. How long is the road to dreams? I once asked the affectionate earth and the warm sun. How long is the road to dreams? Childhood is a newborn green leaf, a budding bud, a blue sky and a beautiful dream. I once asked the clever stars and the kind moon. How long is the road to dreams? I once asked the affectionate earth, the warm sun, the clever stars and the kind moon. I once asked the affectionate earth, the warm sun, how long the dream road is. Childhood is a newborn green leaf, a budding bud, a blue sky and a beautiful dream. I once asked the clever star, and I once asked the kind moon. How long is the road to dreams? I once asked the affectionate earth and the warm sun. How long is the road to dreams? Childhood is a newborn green leaf, a budding bud, a blue sky and a beautiful dream. I once asked the clever stars and the kind moon. How long is the road to dreams? I have asked the passionate earth, and I have asked the warm sun. How long is the road to dreams? Night rain, light smoke, dream, blurred, confused. The sky is full of stars, the mountains and rivers are alive and fragrant, and the old things are in front of us. The outline of childhood images shows the long years. Those years were ruthless, silently bidding farewell to the past, but they were also in a hurry and spring breeze. Fate changes with self-confidence, just like innocent life, cheerful laughter, sky and sunset. Looking for flowers floating in the wind, I called my mother a coquetry, and I stayed with my bed every night, vaguely psychedelic and laughing. Birds and flowers are singing in the sky, and the sun is setting, and the outline of my childhood image is presented one by one. Fortunately, girls have no worries, no hatred, no resentment, innocence and happiness. I miss my mother silently. When can I return to my arms? When will I see you in your hometown before dawn? When will you and I be together with your hometown forever? I miss you every night before dawn. When I was a child, I went to the building in pairs with you. When can I go to the building with you again? Every time I see wild flowers, I miss you. I fought with you when I was a child and wanted to climb the moon. You said you wanted me to hang my heart in the sky. When can I fight with you again? I miss you every time I see stars. When I was young, I would carve my heart into a flower tree. You said that. After two infatuations, I will always see when I can walk to the flower tree with you again and see if these two hearts are always opposed. * * * You met in childhood, and how many happy hours I spent with you were just bosom friends. Simple * * * You meet you every day, and I have never changed when I spend happy time with you. * * * Every day is not simple and innocent. Love is always in my heart. If there are troubles and difficulties, help each other shoulder to shoulder. I have never forgotten my childhood past.
6. Modern Poetry Describing Children >
snowflake
It's the little angel pulling the pillow
Shake off goose feathers
Scatter all over the floor
snowflake
Is the mother of the sky.
Cotton wool is leased to the earth.
So it can make a warm quilt.
snowflake
It's Santa Claus
A gift for us.
I wish every child health and happiness.
Children's painting in mountain villages
Qiu Yidong
The cloud is the protagonist of the picture.
Let the sunshine show its appearance.
Warm, cold.
Floating over the stream.
The tree is the protagonist of this painting.
Let the wind smear its rings.
A large sum, a small sum.
Ye's eyes are looking at the surrounding cliffs.
Earth is the protagonist of the picture.
Let fantasy show its wealth.
A foot deep, a foot shallow.
The mountain road is full of autumn fragrance.
childhood
Guohui Huang
When am I still scratching my cheeks?
Look up at my father's face.
These ruts have been through the years.
ponder
The splendid carriage of time roared by.
Full of my naive dreams
When am I still kneeling on my mother's knee?
The story in my ear flows like a mountain spring
The touch of the breeze is a hypnotic song.
While I was sleeping.
The body floated in the clouds.
When will I still hold the kite's hand?
Lying on the green court
Ants climbed up my nose.
Stamp your feet and complain about me.
Collapsed its new house.
When do I expect the class outing?
Pots, pots and basins are necessary luggage.
Make a fire and look forward to an attractive meal.
The raindrops unexpectedly bore fruit.
You can only associate them with laughter.
Taste together
It's the little angel pulling the pillow
Shake off goose feathers
Scatter all over the floor
snowflake
Is the mother of the sky.
Cotton wool is leased to the earth.
So it can make a warm quilt.
snowflake
It's Santa Claus
A gift for us.
I wish every child health and happiness.
Children's painting in mountain villages
Qiu Yidong
The cloud is the protagonist of the picture.
Let the sunshine show its appearance.
Warm, cold.
Floating over the stream.
The tree is the protagonist of this painting.
Let the wind smear its rings.
A large sum, a small sum.
Ye's eyes are looking at the surrounding cliffs.
Earth is the protagonist of the picture.
Let fantasy show its wealth.
A foot deep, a foot shallow.
The mountain road is full of autumn fragrance.
childhood
Guohui Huang
When am I still scratching my cheeks?
Look up at my father's face.
These ruts have been through the years.
ponder
The splendid carriage of time roared by.
Full of my naive dreams
When am I still kneeling on my mother's knee?
The story in my ear flows like a mountain spring
The touch of the breeze is a hypnotic song.
While I was sleeping.
The body floated in the clouds.
When will I still hold the kite's hand?
Lying on the green court
Ants climbed up my nose.
Stamp your feet and complain about me.
Collapsed its new house.
When do I expect the class outing?
Pots, pots and basins are necessary luggage.
Make a fire and look forward to an attractive meal.
The raindrops unexpectedly bore fruit.
You can only associate them with laughter.
Taste together
7. What are the fairy tales about children's modern poetry?
Tan xudong
1. Birds in spring
Spring bird is a good partner of Golden Voice.
Every morning.
Wake me up from my dream.
Mom said that the birds in spring are calling me.
She asked me to go to the big forest with her.
Listen to the moving chorus of nature
2. Bamboo shoots
calmly
Arch out of the ground
I want to inquire about it
In spring
The secret of tree green
News from Bloom.
3.pomegranate
Pomegranate flowering
Aunt Xia tied it.
A bright bow
Pomegranate fruit is ripe
It's Qiu's mother shaking it.
Harvest Kurenai Rin
4. straw hat
A small hole in the straw hat
I gave sunshine.
An open door
Look, the sun is setting.
They stepped on my shadow playfully.
Their footprints were left on my shadow.
seed
Spring is coming.
The weather is very warm.
Come out quickly.
Bud bud
Don't just show your head.
How beautiful it is outside the bark.
Come out quickly.
The sun will give you
Put on green clothes
Spring breeze will give you.
Sweet dew
6. fishing fire
The night is quiet.
river water
He's a good boy.
Listen to Mother Moon.
go to bed
The fisherman lit the fishing fire.
river water
It's like opening your eyes
talk/speak in one's sleep
8. What are the fairy tales about children's modern poetry?
Tan xudong
1. Birds in spring
Spring bird is a good partner of Golden Voice.
Every morning.
Wake me up from my dream.
Mom said that the birds in spring are calling me.
She asked me to go to the big forest with her.
Listen to the moving chorus of nature
2. Bamboo shoots
calmly
Arch out of the ground
I want to inquire about it
In spring
The secret of tree green
News from Bloom.
3.pomegranate
Pomegranate flowering
Aunt Xia tied it.
A bright bow
Pomegranate fruit is ripe
It's Qiu's mother shaking it.
Harvest Kurenai Rin
4. straw hat
A small hole in the straw hat
I gave sunshine.
An open door
Look, the sun is setting.
They stepped on my shadow playfully.
Their footprints were left on my shadow.
seed
Spring is coming.
The weather is very warm.
Come out quickly.
Bud bud
Don't just show your head.
How beautiful it is outside the bark.
Come out quickly.
The sun will give you
Put on green clothes
Spring breeze will give you.
Sweet dew
6. fishing fire
The night is quiet.
river water
He's a good boy.
Listen to Mother Moon.
go to bed
The fisherman lit the fishing fire.
river water
It's like opening your eyes
talk/speak in one's sleep