Poems by Non-Landscape Celebrities (Children)

Several kinds of trees

-Ye Shengtao

Poplar is several feet tall,

Hanging willow branches.

Ginkgo biloba leaves are like fans,

Toona sinensis leaves are like feathers.

Peach and apricot trees bloom early,

Horse tassels bloom in spring and summer.

Pines and cypresses are green all year round,

Maple leaves and red leaves float in Qiu Lai.

colour the small one

Ceng Zhuo

A child asked me, what color is life?

Sometimes it's wrapped in silver.

Sometimes it is dark all night.

Sometimes it's the red of a rising flame.

Sometimes the cloudy sky is gray.

Sometimes it is the blue of the vast sea.

Sometimes it is yellow in the boundless desert.

Sometimes it is the green of summer forest.

Sometimes it's dusk purple.

……

I can't tell you what color life is.

I can't imagine that life is just a single color

It's spinning, spinning forward

Shining with brilliant colors

The hometown of the moon

—— Peng Bangzhen

The moon in the sky

The moon in the water

The moon in the sky is in the water.

The moon in the water is in the sky.

Look down at the water.

look into the sky

Looking at the moon and missing my hometown.

One is in the water

One in the sky

Notes on birds

-Ke Yan

Bird, bird,

why do you

Not sitting at the top of the tree?

Bird, bird,

why do you

Jump back and forth on the tightrope?

I see, I see,

You mistook the wire for a stick.

The notes of birds,

Oh, bird-

What a beautiful tune ...

frog

Ling Fei

I think when I go to school with my schoolbag on my back.

If frogs also carry schoolbags,

Jump forward

That must be interesting.

I think when I do morning exercises.

If frogs are in line,

do morning exercises

That must be interesting.

When I walked into the classroom, I thought

The teacher writing on the blackboard turned around.

I found a frog bulging his eyes and looking at her.

That must be interesting.

If the teacher knows

If I put the frog on the platform.

That must be funny.

The question of age

-Du Chenrong

Grandpa's age,

Written in the wrinkles on the face;

The age of the horse,

Chew in the teeth of the mouth;

The age of the trees,

Hidden in the rings of the stomach.

Teacher!

So the age of the pond,

Is it painted with corrugated circles?