Guo Moruo (Guo Kaizhen)
Far away/street lights/clear,
It seems to be/flashing/countless/stars.
The stars in the sky/now,
seem to be/lit/countless/street lamps.
I think/that ethereal/air,
there must be/beautiful/markets.
Some/things in the market/on display,
must be/in the world/without/exotic.
Look,/That shallow/Tianhe,
must be/not very/wide.
That/Cowherd/Weaver Girl across the river,
will be able to/ride a cow/come and go.
I think/they/at this moment,
I'm sure/in/wandering around.
don't believe it./Look at that meteor.
It's them/carrying/lanterns/walking.
Tengu
Author: Guo Moruo
I
I am a Tengu!
I swallowed the moon,
I swallowed the sun,
I swallowed all the planets,
I swallowed the whole universe.
I am who I am!
2
I am the light at the end of the month,
I am the light at the end of the sun,
I am the light at the end of all planets,
I am the light at the end of X-ray,
I am the total amount of Energy at the end of the universe!
Three
I run,
I scream,
I burn.
I'm burning like a fire!
I scream like the sea!
I'm flying like electricity!
I fly,
I fly,
I fly,
I peel my skin,
I eat my flesh,
I chew my blood,
I bite my heart and liver,
I fly on my nerves,
I fly on my spinal cord.
four
I am me!
mine is going to explode!
Mother's love
Source: China Children's Literature Network Time: July 19, 24 16: 23: 2
Author: Bingjun Liu
There was a very hot night,
I woke up from my dream,
My mother was fanning me, but
Sweat soaked her clothes.
ah! Mother's love is a cool wind.
There was a very cold rainy day.
My mother picked me up from school.
An umbrella covered my head.
The rain hit my mother.
ah, mom's love is an umbrella to keep out the rain.
Once I was ill,
My mother carried me to the hospital.
Touching my very hot forehead,
Mom cried in a hurry.
ah, mom's love is a teardrop.
One day, I broke thermos flask,
lied to my mother again,
My mother's criticism made me blush,
I didn't dare to look up into her eyes.
ah, mother's love is a reproachful look.
once the teacher asked me to make a sentence with the word "most",
I said, "I love my mother best."
My mother told me, "What we should love most is the motherland.
The motherland is the mother of all of us."
(originally published in Children's Literature, No.2, 1982)
Dandelion doesn't say a word (composing poems)
Source: China Children's Literature Network Time: 12: 16, October 16, 25
Author: Wei Ya
Dandelion doesn't say a word
That's far and far
. Her tracks
fell all over the place
stained your eyelashes
touched my nose
and clung to my skirt
Never give up or leave
This little fluffy ball
This white miracle
Are you lovesickness in midsummer
or memories of cold winter
Dandelion doesn't say a word.
I can't see the path in the distant mountains.
Will all the small animals in the forest be asleep?
Is there another mushroom on the green grass slope?
The mushroom has a small round head.
Holding an umbrella and nodding against the big tree, it seems to send a fragrance.
. P > Will the old tree that walked through the green forest
become a mushroom
Open my little blue umbrella
The wind is blowing and the fog is coming
It's raining outside the window
Don't be afraid, don't worry
Open my little blue umbrella
Wow, it's another blue sky
On the blue sky, There's that
fluttering clouds
under the blue sky
there's my happy smiling face
the rain outside the umbrella is like an arrow
ticking
it seems that someone is speaking in class
under the umbrella, my heart is like a clear spring
tinkling
singing songs
Hey, I don't know
when the rain has already finished. Little poem
Everyone says that winter is ugly
lonely and without greenery
Little sparrow stands on the branch
Add a flying leaf to the lonely old tree
Will you wait at the window
Winter hasn't come yet
Little swallow is leaving
Standing at the window and chirping < Worried
The swallow is still chirping
as if to say
She will definitely come to catch up with the past in spring
Only then
Will I
still wait at the window
(originally published in Children's Literature, No.2, 1999)
Winter is coming
Winter is coming
. > two worlds, one mood
When time and space run counter to each other, life is so small
Winter is coming
It doesn't snow in winter on the southern seashore
It's snowing in my heart
Since I had that sparse coconut grove
The sunset has also added a long attachment
From my heart to yours. P > Bauhinia is also in bloom
In every dream
There are always petals weeping for blood falling
In every dream
There are always white silk scarves floating in the wind
In every dream
I can only be a bored and sad spectator
I can't walk and confess
I can only let the beautiful beautiful images drift < < Quiet night > >
The moonlight is faint,
The pine forest outside the village is shrouded.
clouds are gathering,
a few sparse stars are leaking out.
where is Tianhe?
the distant sea fog is blurred.
I'm afraid there will be Jiao Ren on the shore,
What about the moon?
< < Ji yue > >
faintly, the dim light bathes the forest at sea.
the forest is lonely and deep, and it is dripping with new rain at dusk.
The mica-faced poplars lead in front of me frankly, and
lead me to the silent seaside. Waves of Dimfragrance kissed me.
I feel a little cold, and you are wrapped in a cloud and clothes like that.
You have a beautiful moon. Please lend me a white dress.
There is no sleep in my eyes. You are so foggy and locked.
You are the silent silver sea of elegant and upright. Please mention your Boeing and me.