Jin Bo's children's poem News of Spring 1
The wind shook the branches,
Water, bleached duck feathers,
Looking forward to the whole winter,
Look, spring is coming!
Let's put on spring clothes,
Like a bird with new feathers,
Fly over the Woods, fly over the hills,
The laughter of spring is everywhere.
Seeing the first butterfly flying,
It pulls my feet;
I'm glad to catch it,
Let go lovingly.
Seeing the first daisy open,
I couldn't help jumping for joy,
Xiaohua, do you still recognize me?
Look how big I've grown!
Come to the branch that fell last year,
Waiting for it to spit out new green shoots;
In order to wake up the sleeping stream,
Listen to it sing,
Run with you.
Tired of walking,
I was lying in the field,
The sun is shining overhead.
Who scratched my cheek?
Ah, green grass grows around me. ...
Jin Bo's children's poem "Flowers in a Dream" (II)
I came back from the botanical garden,
Bring back a colorful dream,
I dreamt,
On our land,
Flowers are blooming everywhere.
In front of my house,
To the distant horizon,
There is a group of sisters around.
That is a purple rose.
Both sides of the road are as white as snow,
A world with magnolia;
Bright Mars shines on the mountain.
This is dandelion in full bloom in Shan Ye.
Bellflower swaying gently in the breeze,
The cockscomb held its head high,
There is velvety moss in spring,
Dill flowers climbed to the top of the tree.
The largest flower in the world,
Big Wang Lian can be the cradle of little sister;
Small flowers are pearl plums,
It is dressed like moonlight.
In a mirror-like pond,
There are green duckweeds,
Pink lotus;
That's my little brother who eats grass.
I also like playing with garlands.
Like flowers all year round,
Suddenly opened on this night,
Like a rainbow in the sky,
Grow sturdily on our land ...
When I woke up from my dream,
I had another dream:
I want to lead my brother and sister,
Lead these flowers on a spring outing.
Go and put a flower coat on the hill,
To decorate the river with two rows of colored lace,
And send it to the fields around the bee farm,
A carpet covered with endless flowers.
Smelling the flowers here,
Listen to the birds,
Dress up life more beautifully;
Old beekeepers will praise us-flowers are coming,
Honey, too!
Jinbo's children's poem Kite 3
Spring.
On my open window,
There is a broken kite hanging.
That shiny nylon thread,
Flying in the spring breeze.
Kite, kite, who is your little master? )
I guess the child flying a kite,
Must be happy, also must be disappointed;
His kite once flew up to the twelfth floor.
But it hangs upside down and falls with the wind.
Kite, kite, I want to find your little master. )
I took off this kite,
Found the young master's name by accident;
This kite is made of a test paper.
I also found the failing test scores!
Don't ask, don't ask, I don't want to say his name. )
He is a little neighbor of mine,
I live on the third floor of the building opposite.
Tomorrow, I will invite him for a spring outing.
Return this kite to him by the way.
(Of course, there are other things to talk about ...)
Jin Bo's children's poem "Green Grass" 4
Those red wildflowers.
Purple wildflowers.
Blue wildflowers,
It's all gone.
Here, there is only a meadow left.
Everyone else picked flowers,
Teacher, what about me?
What, you just caught me a handful of green bristlegrass?
I pouted,
Look at that handful of green bristlegrass,
What I saw in the teacher's hand,
Edge slapping,
Shake it,
Edge slapping,
Jump,
After a while,
Turned into a puppy,
Give it to me,
I giggled;
After a while,
Turned into a kitten,
Give it to me,
I clapped my hands and jumped up;
After a while,
Turned into a furry bird again,
Give it to me,
I fly around with it!
..... from that day on,
We all like green bristlegrass,
Because of our little hands,
Also become as dexterous as the teacher's hand!
Jin Bo's children's poem Rain 5
Outside the window,
It has already rained.
But, mom,
Don't stop me,
I'm going to get wet.
I put on a straw hat.
I ran into the rain.
I became an umbrella.
Umbrella flutters in the wind and rain,
Protect pedestrians without umbrellas from the rain.
When the rain stopped,
I flew away again,
Fly into the green forest after rain.
Mom, maybe you lost your daughter,
You're in a hurry,
You're worried that I'll get wet in the rain
You run into the street,
Ask the wind after the rain,
Ask the rainbow in the sky,
Ask every pedestrian:
My daughter, where is she?
You came to the forest,
Ask the bird,
Ask the flowers,
Ask the raindrops dripping on the leaves:
My daughter, where is she?
They all said:
That's a naughty girl,
She is playing hide-and-seek with us again,
Who knows where she will hide!
After rain.
In the forest.
Mushrooms spilled all over the floor.
They like playing games after rain best.
Mom, when you reach out and just want to pick the whitest one,
The fattest mushroom,
Suddenly,
It has changed,
Became your daughter,
She blinked,
Looking at you with a smile
-Mom, I'm home!
Look, I am still wearing a straw hat.
Colorful raindrops hung on the straw hat.
Jin Bo's children's poem "Rain Flower 6"
I am your disobedient child,
I sneaked out of the house.
Through the Woods,
When crossing the bridge,
On the bright shore of the lake,
I play to my heart's content
I forgot about you,
I forgot my home,
Please forgive me, mom.
I went after butterflies,
It flew into the Woods,
Hidden in a small flower.
I don't want to catch it anymore,
Because of that little flower,
It is its sweet home.
I'm by the lake,
Watching an uncle go fishing,
Green fish are really like fresh pods.
I also looked at the old man,
Using sheep bones as bait,
There are so many shrimps jumping on the internet!
I asked my uncle for a small fish.
I asked grandpa for a shrimp.
I said,
I promise I won't eat it,
My family has a big fish tank.
Build them a home,
Let them grow up there.
Suddenly, 7
It began to rain,
The raindrops are urgent and heavy,
Hit him in the face,
It hurts and numb.
People are running,
At this moment, I remembered home.
Think of mom.
Looking at the rainy day,
I remembered my mother's favorite flower with water droplets.
I was in the rain,
Picking wild flowers,
Took a handful,
Another one.
I'm so happy,
Because I can send my mother a bouquet of water droplets!
I'm going home.
I'm a little scared again.
I am a disobedient child,
I shouldn't have snuck out of the house just now.
Maybe I'll be scolded by my mother for this,
Even beaten?
Looking at the flowers holding the rain in their hands,
I was thinking,
Mom, will you?
Jin Bo's children's poem "Red Dragonfly" 8
Fly low,
Fly low,
You red tiger,
What have you lost?
Flying so low,
Fly so low.
On the lawn,
Covered with light green.
In the flowers,
Full of fragrance.
On the lake,
Shining ripples.
Red dragonfly,
What have you lost?
This is sun-dried dew,
Or the memory of rainy days?
You may not have found what you lost,
You're tired of flying,
Lying on my bamboo fence,
Rest quietly.
I approached you quietly,
Hold on to your transparent wings.
Jesus Christ,
It began to rain lightly,
A drop, a drop,
Remind me,
Go home quickly!
When I first ran home,
It began to rain heavily outside the window.
I put the red dragonfly,
Put it on the green screen window,
It looked out the window at the foggy world.
Is it still looking for something lost?
Mom,
You told me,
It's looking for lost love,
The most precious thing in the world.
It was calm after the storm.
I opened the window,
Release the red dragonfly,
Let it fly to the clear sky and the land where flowers are in full bloom ... It has passed 1| Comment 201-11-2419: 05 Hu Guang Source | Grade II.
1: looking for spring
Wind, shaking branches, water, bleaching duck feathers, looking forward to the whole winter, you see, spring is coming! Let's put on spring clothes, like a bird with new feathers, flying over the Woods and hills, full of spring laughter.
Seeing the first butterfly flying, it pulled my feet; I grabbed it happily and released it lovingly.
I couldn't help jumping for joy when I saw the first daisy in full bloom. Xiaohua, do you still recognize me? Look how big I've grown!
Come to the branch that fell last year and wait for it to spit out new green shoots; Then wake up the sleeping stream, listen to it sing and run with you.
Tired from walking, I lay on the field with the bright sunshine above my head. Who scratched my cheek? Ah, green grass grows around me. ...
2: Kites
In spring,
On my open window,
There is a broken kite hanging.
That shiny nylon thread,
Flying in the spring breeze.
Kite, kite, who is your little master? )
I guess the child flying a kite,
Must be happy, also must be disappointed;
His kite once flew up to the twelfth floor.
But it hangs upside down and falls with the wind.
Kite, kite, I want to find your little master. )
I took off this kite,
Found the young master's name by accident;
This kite is made of a test paper.
I also found the failing test scores!
Don't ask, don't ask, I don't want to say his name. )
He is a little neighbor of mine,
I live on the third floor of the building opposite.
Tomorrow, I will invite him for a spring outing.
Return this kite to him by the way.
(Of course, there are other things to talk about ...)
3: Setaria viridis
Those red wildflowers, purple wildflowers, blue wildflowers,
It's all gone.
Here, there is only a meadow left.
Everyone else picked flowers,
Teacher, what about me?
What, you just caught me a handful of green bristlegrass?
I pouted and looked at a handful of green bristlegrass.
What I saw in the teacher's hand,
Flip the edge, shake it, flip the edge, jump,
From that day on, we all like green bristlegrass.
4. Flower Dream
I came back from the botanical garden,
Bring back a colorful dream,
I dreamt,
On our land,
Flowers are blooming everywhere.
In front of my house,
To the distant horizon,
There are a group of sisters around,
That is a purple rose.
Both sides of the road are as white as snow,
A world with magnolia;
Bright Mars shines on the mountain.
This is dandelion in full bloom in Shan Ye.
Bellflower swaying gently in the breeze,
The cockscomb held its head high,
There is velvety moss in spring,
Dill flowers climbed to the top of the tree.
The largest flower in the world,
Big Wang Lian can be the cradle of little sister;
Small flowers are pearl plums,
It is dressed like moonlight.
In a mirror-like pond,
There are green duckweeds,
Pink lotus;
That's my little brother who eats grass.
I also like playing with garlands.
Like flowers all year round,
Suddenly opened on this night,
Like a rainbow in the sky,
Grow sturdily on our land ...
When I woke up from my dream,
I had another dream:
I want to lead my brother and sister,
Lead these flowers on a spring outing.
Go and put a flower coat on the hill,
To decorate the river with two rows of colored lace,
And send it to the fields around the bee farm,
A carpet covered with endless flowers.
Smelling the flowers here,
Listen to the birds,
Dress up life more beautifully;
The old man who keeps bees will praise us-send flowers for approval.