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
Little fairy tale
Shao Yanxiang
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.
Teng's children's poems
Slugs for blind mother-in-law
I am glad to catch it back.
A green slug,
I gave it to you with great joy.
Neighbor's blind mother-in-law
Mother-in-law,
This is a singing slug.
When I was at school,
So it can sing for you and for me.
Singing will take you into Shan Ye,
Watching the clear waves roll in the stream,
Smell the fragrance of mountain flowers,
Hear the birds sing together.
Mother-in-law,
This is a singing slug.
Listen, how well it sings,
Fruit, fruit, fruit, fruit ...
Childhood photo album (album)
Dad has a childhood photo album.
There are pictures of his childhood in it.
Ha, these photos are really funny.
I didn't expect dad to be naughty and fun.
You saw him riding on a wooden horse,
A telescope hanging on your chest,
A small pistol is pinned behind the waist,
That looks like a general.
The most interesting thing is this,
Dad is wearing a gown and shaking a small fan.
The nose is upturned badly,
I am telling a short cross talk to my classmates.
That is more interesting,
Dad cooks for everyone on the beach.
Huahua wipes his face,
There are also big holes in the cuffs.
Ah, I really envy dad,
Have a happy childhood,
This album of childhood photos,
Stay with him forever.
I'd rather dad,
Give me a childhood,
Let me leave this book,
To see the spring outside the window.
Then take some color photos,
Put it in the childhood photo album,
When I grow up,
Let childhood stay with you.
Editor's note: "photo album", English is a photo album, and Esperanto is foto albumo. Why do we use "fotoalbum" as a word in the world? This is because: 1/ Writing photos as "foto" is more in line with the principle of reading and writing, and Esperanto, Spanish and Portuguese are also written as "foto"; 2/ The album is written in English, French, German, Spanish and Indonesian]
In front of the window, there is a lilac.
The road twists and turns.
Walking into the dense green courtyard,
We put a clove,
Plant it in the teacher's window.
Teacher, teacher,
Let its green branches and leaves,
Put your hand in your window,
Stay with you every night.
Listen, listen,
Green leaves rustle in the wind,
That was when we were in song for you,
Help you get rid of the fatigue of the day.
You see, you see,
A tree full of flowers,
That's our smiling face,
Thank you for always supporting us.
It's late at night, and the stars are sleepy and blink.
Teacher, put down the lesson plan quickly.
Let the flowers float into your dreams,
That dream must be sweet and fragrant.
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 hazy.
I don't understand, but I know one thing,
Like a river in the morning fog,
I can see it, but it's hard to tell.
I have a lot on my face,
If you have words, you won'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, ideal heaven,
Start the ship of life from here,
The morning glow weaves a wonderful wreath for them.
There are a pair of swans by the lake.
Fly in the blue sky
A pair of snow-white swans;
There are waves in the lake.
Two beautiful clouds.
Clouds carry swans,
Swans hold clouds,
Gently, gently landed on the lake.
Swan dances to the music,
Shake your slender and beautiful long neck,
Round bright eyes shining,
Looking around for what?
Bird people giggled,
Swan also sang a happy song.
Time carving knife
What time is it?
This is a meat cleaver.
Carved with minutes,
Leave a mark on everyone.
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