Autumn is a cruel landlord, and Mosaic is a helpless tenant. Their contract has expired.
Day and night Yao, twelve years old.
None of us like daytime.
The daytime belongs to most people.
During the day, this is the mask wholesale market.
more importantly
There are no poets during the day.
Not suitable for talking about poetry
I want to be a tree Li Yurong, 1 1 year old.
I want to be a tree.
I learned to look like a tree.
Step your feet into the mud.
Put your arms in the air.
Oh, I'm sprouting
Oh, I'm blossoming.
Oh, I see.
Oh ... if.
If the sky thunders,
I want to be a tree that leaves.
"War" Sylvia, thirteen years old.
If I lived in wartime,
The others rushed to the front.
I can only shout come on.
Zhu Xiani, ten-year-old summer is as usual.
Summer is coming.
It's also very hot.
Same as last summer.
It's time to turn on the air conditioner
It's time to wear a skirt.
No different from last summer.
It's time to eat watermelon
It's time to hang mosquito nets.
Same as last summer.
But why am I not as happy as last summer?
Because I have grown up.
Eleven-year-old Li Hongyu, the moon is a little thinner.
There is a clean puddle by the roadside.
There is a moon in it.
I stamped my feet hard.
The moon flies with the waves.
Wait until the level is still.
The moon is still there.
Just a little thinner.
Dew doll Chen, eight years old.
Dew on the green leaves in the morning
I opened my eyes early.
When the wind comes.
They all played slide games.
It happened that two dewdrops slipped at the same time.
Hold each other tightly.
Gave birth to dolls all over the floor.
important
When I was young.
Nothing important.
Only me
very important
When I grow up,
Everything is important.
Only me
Very unimportant
What is poetry Li Yurong, seven years old.
Writing poetry is a bit like photographing mosquitoes.
Sometimes I'm not careful
Just killed one.
sometimes
I tried my best, but I couldn't hit it.
I think this is the meaning of writing poetry.
Happy Wang Mengyuan, twelve years old.
Mother gave her brother fifty cents.
Sister Siyuan
My brother said to my sister, who is a beginner in arithmetic
Five cents is more than four dollars.
Let my sister trade with him.
My sister promised happily.
No one knows my sister's happiness.
"Autumn? Maiguoqiao, eleven years old.
Without a word.
Autumn has come quietly.
The wind stirred the flowers and leaves on the branches.
They rolled and played in the air.
Refuse to move easily
I think autumn is a cruel landlord.
Mosaic is a helpless tenant.
Their contract has expired.