Suddenly, a crisp song came to my ears, and when I looked intently, there was a small fishing boat on the river not far away, with two lively and lovely boys sitting on the bow. They rowed and punted while singing loudly. After a while, the two children suddenly stopped singing, then put away the bamboo poles and paddles of the punting, ran into the cabin, took out an umbrella and stood at the bow, spreading it out. "Ah, it doesn't rain or sunny at this time. What are they doing with umbrellas? " Yang Wanli felt very strange and puzzled. Curiosity prompted him to tilt the boat forward and asked, "Now it's sunny, why do you want to take an umbrella?" The two children opened their eyes wide, cocked their heads and said innocently, "We have no sails on this ship. Let's spread an umbrella as a sail. In this way, the ship can move forward quickly and save energy! " Yang Wanli suddenly realized this. He nodded, gave a thumbs-up and praised, "You two are so smart to come up with such a good idea. Not simple, not simple! " (Ding Bo Literature)
Later, Yang Wanli walked into the cabin and scribbled: "A fishing boat with two children parked on it. It's strange to play an umbrella when it doesn't rain, not to cover your head but to make wind. " A well-known poem was born in this way and has been passed down to this day.
2. Little Goat Crossing the Bridge (Rewriting Children's Songs) Once upon a time, between two high mountains, there was an ancient wooden bridge with a clear stream under it. This stream flows very fast.
One morning, it was sunny and sunny, and a little goat went to the hillside on the other side to eat tender grass. The little goat walked towards the small bridge, only to see the little squirrel sitting on the big tree jump down from the tree like a parachute and fall to the ground, saying, "Little goat, the bridge is broken, don't get on it."
The goat smiled and said, "What do you know, little squirrel? Can only play. " The little goat ignored the little squirrel.
The little goat raised his foot to cross the bridge, and the little rabbit jumped after him. When he saw it, he said urgently, "Little goat, it's dangerous!" "The little goat wagged its horn at it and said," You are so timid that you have to take care of me. "As a result, the goat went to the middle of the bridge, and with a click, the bridge broke.
The little goat fell into the stream and drowned. This story tells us to listen to advice and not to be proud.
3. Adapting the children's song "Home" into an article about pulling radish.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, you can't pull.
Come on, old woman, help us pull out carrots.
Pull out radish, pull out radish.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, you can't pull.
Little girl, come and help us pull out radishes.
Pull out radish, pull out radish.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, you can't pull.
Little yellow dog, come and help us pull out carrots.
Pull out radish, pull out radish.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, you can't pull.
Xiaohua Mall, come and help us pull out the radish.
4. Turn nursery rhymes into short stories or stories of narrative growth. How I miss my childhood! But it covered me with layers of smoke. Childhood, how unforgettable! But it is like a feather, drifting farther and farther. Occasionally I pick a string of nursery rhymes and put them in my mouth. Ah! It was my childhood, like a bunch of candied haws, sour and sweet! I remember that year, I was only six years old. Every time I see my father's intoxicated expression when he drinks beer, I can't help but want to have a drink. But every time my father shook his head and said, "This thing is not for children to drink, it will be intoxicating." The more my father said that, the more I thought it was a good thing. One day, I was the only one at home. The opportunity came, and I quickly took out a bottle of "Suntory", which tasted bitter and astringent, and how it was completely different from what I imagined! Many people take a few sips to taste the sweetness, and I can't help comforting myself. After a few drinks, I felt as if I was floating, top-heavy and weak. At this time, my mother came back, saw my face flushed, looked at the half-empty bottle and understood everything. "What's not easy to learn, but learn your father's bad habits! Wash your face and go to bed! " Mom said seriously with a straight face. That day, I slept for thirteen hours. I still feel dizzy and nauseous after waking up, as if I had just had a serious illness. Oh, I see! This is' intoxicating'! I don't want to mention how sorry I am! Although it is only an episode in my growth story, I understand a truth from it. Children had better not touch what adults say they can't touch, otherwise they can only ask for it.
Please adapt children's songs into poems, don't copy them completely, and don't joke. I'm serious (she is like a pure cloud floating from afar. She is so petite and so white. I hope she can stop for me, even for a while. At that moment in front of my eyes-maybe I will wait quietly for the mountain flower to bloom, wait for her to float across the artistic conception, wait for her to appear in front of my eyes, and then say to her: So you also like the beautiful scenery that fascinates me-she is still a gentle breeze from me. She comes from the blue sky and the vast sea. I expect her to be tactful to me, even if it's just dancing petals and taking away the dust-the flowers are blooming again. I'm still wandering. She is halfway up the mountain, among the endless flowers. I will say to her face: I may like you. You are the breeze in my heart, with clouds. Author: The corresponding nursery rhyme of this poem is "Treading on the Waves", but it has become a lyric poem here.
Hope to adopt.