I tell you a little poem with my eyes.

Little fairy tale

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

The news of flowers blooming

3.pomegranate

Pomegranate blossoms.

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 has come.

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

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"Apple" Gu Cheng

Flowers fall,

Her green sister.

In secret legends.

There is too much dew,

There is too much dew,

My little niece has grown up.

And a little shy.

She blushed,

She blushed,

Because of the warm sunshine

Look at her.

Flowers are the mother of apples, green leaves are the sisters of flowers and the aunts of apples.

"If I were a snowflake" Jin Bo

If I were a snowflake,

Where will I fall?

Drift into the river,

Into a drop of water,

Playing games with small fish and shrimp?

Floating into the square,

Make a snowman,

Watching you smile?

I threw myself on my mother's face.

Kiss her,

And melt happily.

……

Dad's snoring

Like a small train on the mountain,

It reminds me,

Beautiful forest.

Dad's snoring,

Always on and off,

Makes me worry that the train will derail.

Huh?

Dad's snoring stopped,

Has the train arrived at the station?

Facing the mouse

I like you guys-

A pair of smart eyes,

Pink ears.

Although I love doing bad things, I still like you.

If I come to your kingdom,

I have to ask you,

Wash your face, hands, take a bath and brush your teeth.

Teach you,

Work by yourself,

Don't do things secretly.

I'm gonna give it to you,

Introduce a friend-

Its name is cat.

Actually, I am. ...

In fact, I am a cloud,

When I was in the sky,

When flying freely,

I want to tell you this.

Actually, I am a butterfly,

When I fly at the tip of the flower,

Saw a lot of insects,

I want to tell you this.

Actually, I'm a yellow leaf,

When I fell from the tree,

When the earth is dyed golden,

I want to tell you this.

by train

Dad took me by train,

When the train starts,

Things outside the window moved;

The mountain began to shrink back,

The trees also retreated,

The house also retreated. ...

Wow! Everything is going backwards,

It's weird, it's too fast,

None of us have to walk,

I arrived in Taipei at once.

Aunt Qiu

we

Think about Aunt Qiu.

Think about the harvest

I haven't met Aunt Qiu.

But I guess aunt Qiu's face

It's red

conglobate

brassy

I haven't met Aunt Qiu.

But I think aunt Qiu

He is a painter.

Aunt Qiu is here,

Give fruit trees and crops

Painted golden yellow

Fire red

Aunt Qiu

Busy.

-She gave everything.

Laundry baskets and bags

It's all loaded

Complete particle

Rich fruit

Fruit likes pouting.

Make a suggestion and say:

Kuang Luo is too young.

I can't hold it!

Aunt Qiu

It's very kind of her.

She brought it to us.

A cool breeze

Do that

Show the villagers the yard

Little brothers and grandmothers

Pufan on the handle

Put them away one by one.

Aunt Qiu

Come in with dew.

Tread on frost flowers

Quietly left

She left it to us.

The joy of another bumper harvest

Gilbaud Stein (USA), The Moon-catching Web.

I made a net to catch the moon,

I am going hunting tonight.

I'm going to fly and throw it into the sky,

Be sure to trap that huge moon.

The next day, if there is no moon in the sky,

You can think like this:

I've caught my prey,

Put it in the net to catch the moon.

In case the moon is still on,

Look below, and you will see clearly.

I swing freely in the sky,

The prey in the net is a star.

Moliis Karim (1899- 1978), a Belgian poet. He published more than 50 poems in his life and won many literary awards. 1972 was awarded the title of "Patriarch of Poetry" in Paris. His main works are Mother (1935), Magic Lamp (1947), The Most Lovely Man (1967) and so on.

I study writing.

When I learned to write "Little Sheep",

Suddenly, trees, houses, fences,

Everything I see with my eyes,

It's all rolled up like wool

When I picked up a pen and wrote "River",

Write down my little exercise book,

There was a splash in front of my eyes,

A palace rose from the bottom of the water

When my pen writes "grass",

I saw bees busy among the flowers.

Two butterflies are dancing,

I can put them all in the net with a wave of my hand.

If I write "My Dad",

I want to sing and dance several times at a time,

I am the tallest and in the best health.

I can do anything well.

My kite

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!

mercy

If there is only one apple,

Definitely not enough for everyone's basket.

If there is only one apple tree,

Branches from which apples hang are not allowed to cover the garden.

However, a person, if he puts

Share the inner beauty with everyone.

Then there will be bright light everywhere,

Like a sweet fruit hanging over an orchard.

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.

Luyuan (middle): Introduction to the new poetry library.

When I was a kid.

In childhood

I can't read,

Mom is in the library.

I read my mother—

One day,

The world is at peace;

People can fly. ...

Wheat grows out of snow. ...

Money is useless ...

Gold is used to make bricks for houses.

Money is used to paste paper owls,

Silver coins are used to float water lines.

I want to be a wandering teenager,

With a gilded apple,

Silver candle

A flamingo flying from Egypt,

Travel fairy tale kingdom,

Propose to the princess of Candy City ...

But, mom said:

"You must work now."

Jimmy (middle): Comic writer in Taiwan Province Province. The poems he wrote for comics are very interesting.

Role reversal

Say yes, role exchange.

Today you are the father and I am the baby.

You pushed me into the park, and I bit my nipple and looked innocent.

I'm crying, you're shouting.

Passers-by are still admiring your cuteness and condemning my absurdity.

They forgot our agreement,

Today I am a baby and you are a father.

"Snail" Yang Huan

I was walking with my little house on my back,

I climbed a tree with my little house on my back,

Slowly, slowly,

No hurry, no panic

I travel with my little house on my back,

Visit everywhere,

Visit the sun kissing flowers and plants.

I want to ask him:

Why didn't he take a picture?

Where we are wet and dirty?

Milne (1882- 1956) is a famous British playwright, novelist, fairy tale writer and children's poet. Graduated from Cambridge University, England. The main fairy tale in my life is the bear. Pu (1926), general education hut (1928), etc. Children's poetry anthology When We Were Very Young (1924), We Are Six Years Old (1927) and so on. Light comedy "Mr. Pim has passed" and "Michael and Mary"; Children's drama "Illusion". In addition, there are detective novels such as The Secret of the Red House.

Milne in the window

My two raindrops,

Wait in the glass.

I'm waiting to meet them,

Which game won the championship?

Two raindrops, two names,

One is John and the other is James.

James took the lead,

My heart wants it lost.

Why is John still waiting?

My heart wants it to win.

James runs very slowly,

John seems to be blocking it.

John finally ran away,

James's pace has quickened again.

John rushed down the window and ran away.

James's speed dropped again.

James, it touched a little dust,

John followed closely.

Can John make it?

James can block the way for ashes. )

John ran after it.

(James is talking to a fly. )

John has arrived, first place!

Look, the sun is shining on the window!

jump

There is a robin,

Jump, jump,

Jump, jump, jump.

Anyway, I want to tell it:

Don't jump around like this when you walk. it

Said it kept jumping,

If it stops beating,

It's not going anywhere.

Lovely Robin,

Then you're not going anywhere. . . . . .

That's why it walks.

Always jump, jump, jump,

Jump, jump,

Jump,

Jump.

Armored knight

I am an armored knight.

I fastened my armor tightly.

Then I looked around.

I like to help comrades at the front.

I like to go to the devil's lair to rescue my comrades.

This requires a fierce struggle with the devil.

Sometimes the battle has just begun.

I'm afraid maybe the devil will win. . . . . .

However, I think I must not fail.

After all, they are demons, and I am an armored knight.

The wind on the mountain

Nobody knows,

No one can tell me:

Where does the wind come from,

Where does the wind blow?

It comes from somewhere,

At the fastest speed,

I can't keep it,

I can't keep up even if I run hard!

If I let go of my hand,

The rope tied to the kite,

Then the kite will fly away with the wind

A day and a night is hard to say.

I'm going to find a kite,

See which hillside it stops on;

I know it's the wind.

I used to put my feet there.

So I can tell you:

Where did the wind go?

But where does the wind come from,

Still no one can tell. . . . . .

Foreign children's poems

happy

Luo Lu Stevenson (UK)

There are many things in the world,

I believe everyone is as happy as a king.

It's time to get up.

Luo Lu Stevenson (UK)

A yellow-billed bird,

Jump on my windowsill,

It raised its flashing eyes and said to me, "Aren't you ashamed? You are still sleeping! "

rain

Luo Lu Stevenson (UK)

It's raining everywhere,

Fall to the ground and trees,

She flapped her umbrella,

The body fell into the sea.

A clear night

Blake (UK)

The moon is like a flower,

Tall branches in heaven,

Le Tao Tao, be quiet,

Sit on a sunny night and smile.

half-moon-shaped

Lorca (Spain)

The moon floats on the water,

How clear the sky is!

The ancient ripples on the river,

Wrinkle slowly.

Then a little frog,

Thought the moon was a small mirror.

Another word

Siegel (USA)

I met a little girl,

She comes from other countries,

I won't say what she said,

He held her hand.

Dance hand in hand,

The more you jump, the more excited you get.

Dancing is talking,

She knows everything you tell anyone.

Coming. "

Luo Lu Stevenson (UK)

When I grow up,

I must be very proud and great,

I told the children,

Don't fiddle with my doll.

hunter

Lorca (Spain)

On the pine forest,

Four pigeons are flying in the air.

Four pigeons,

Hover, fly.

Put down four shadows,

They're all hurt.

In the pine forest,

Four pigeons are lying on the ground.

Bazaar-Bazaar

Rivers (UK)

Put on big leather boots and walk in the Woods.

Bazaar!-Bazaar!

Hearing voices,

I just hid among the branches.

Climb the pine tree,

Jumped into the dense forest.

"Ji Ji" flew into the green leaves,

Sasha vujacic swished into the black hole.

Are quietly squatting out of sight,

Staring at "Bazaar-Bazaar" is getting farther and farther.

Summer sleep

Luo Lu Stevenson (UK)

I get up before dawn in winter,

Wearing clothes is inseparable from yellow candlelight.

But summer is completely different,

It is not dark. I had to sleep and lie in the dark.

I must go to bed early,

Birds are still jumping on the tree;

I heard the footsteps of adults,

Still ringing in the street.

Don't you feel sad?

You see how clear the blue sky is;

I really want to play for a while, that's great,

But you must go to bed before dawn.

Auntie's skirt