20 17 "Children's Park", an anthology of poems about children
Flowers bloom, laughter is sweet,
The noodles in June are fragrant.
White ducks swim in clear water,
Shuang Mu paddles and swings to draw a boat.
Chang 'e envies Children's Day,
Weaver girl is too lazy to be a fairy.
Who is in charge of Yaotai?
Xin Lei in her childhood.
Dedicated to Children's Day
Buds are your years.
Wrapped in green leaves
Jiao zhi jiao
Like a smile in my sleep.
Spring is your festival.
Singing is full of your schoolbag.
Just take out a song and say it.
Jump, jump
Prosperity is your waiting.
When you can control the world.
Colorful dreams
Will come true with your creation.
Ah, you are the earliest festival of mankind.
It is also the most permanent expectation of mankind.
You are the earliest enlightenment of mankind.
This is the greatest hope of mankind.
Childhood photo 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,
And this childhood photo album
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 album.
When I grow up,
Let childhood stay with you.
children
We are the rising sun in Ran Ran,
Tomorrow my heart will be higher than the sky,
Today we are a trickle,
Tomorrow will become a big river,
Roar and Roar Today, we are young eagles leaving the nest.
It will fly high tomorrow.
Today we are flowers in bud,
Tomorrow will be colorful,
Especially enchanting.
We are who we are,
The red scarf burns on the chest.
Please see you tomorrow.
We will lift this mountain,
Stir the river,
Hold up the modern motherland,
Fly to the golden target?