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.
Is the greatest hope of mankind!
That little heart with wings
I can't wait to fly into space.
because
Stars in the night sky
Blinking is tempting.
Want to pick a full one?
flower basket
For teachers and children.
Happy Children's Day!
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.
In the days of flowers and noise
June bid farewell to the season of spring breeze.
Clear and transparent
The opening of pure mind
Jade curtains slowly opened.
Little angel with makeup on the stage
Let the baby talk in detail.
The tree is full of brilliant stories.
The sky is as blue as water.
Who used a wet red handkerchief?
Cover your excited eyes.
Baby, go to sleep, God, it's already dark, very dark.
The hole torn by lightning has been sewn up,
Don't worry about the rain coming in. not necessary
I stand on the edge of your dream and protect you with my roots.
Mine and the night. The only candle
Cold hands, your bed is as clear as waves, and the wind hides clouds.
Come and play deep-water games with you tomorrow,
Go to sleep, baby, it's already raining, and there's old paint on the knocker.
Hongqiao, still drinking water in the lake, has passed so many years.
I see you again, this late autumn coast,
Baby, I hold you and swim in the river.
My heart is like the May cloud in London.
After the sunshine dances and the fog clears,
The river makes way for the grass, just as I let you go and ran away.
Your round face stares blankly at the whole autumn,
It's like I'm facing you and you're in a daze.
When I close my eyes, I can remember the fragrance delivered in the afternoon.
It was raining in Mao Mao, and in the afternoon, my face turned red.
The sun shines freely and you bloom on the lake.
And tonight, the moonlight is getting cold, separated by weeping willows, so,
Memories are long and sad, baby.
Go to sleep, I will sleep with you, sleep transparently.
Beautiful sleep, let me sleep like you, make the clouds bluer.
Let the birds return to their nests and make the chapped lips soft again.
Baby, sleep, baby, sleep, sleep!
Forever childhood in memory
When I was a child, my mother told me
When you grow up, you can go far away.
Go a long, long way in life
Travel all over Qian Shan.
At that time, I was just looking forward to it?
Looking forward to growing up soon.
When you grow up, you can be like an adult.
Go far away
Go a long, long way in life
Travel all over Qian Shan.
Childhood childhood
Forever childhood in memory
I often appear in my dreams.
It's beautiful and warm.
It's pure
Mother drew a beauty mole on her daughter's five-year-old forehead.
At the same time, it is attached to your own heart.
Thirty years ago today, Mom/Mom's mother also posted one for her.
This is a beautiful place.
Mom has been hiding for thirty years.
Daughter flies on the holiday road.
Mother is walking in the scenic spot where her daughter jumps.
A string of Sugar-Coated Berry is selling loudly.
The bow on the youngest daughter's head flies to Sugar-Coated Berry.
Then Sugar-Coated Berry kissed the old lady who hugged them on the forehead.
So a fiery beauty mole was reflected in the mirror of June 1 day.
The old lady smiled so brightly that the candied haws were dripping.
She also told a story.
"I also put one on my daughter? More than 30 years ago
Na Yue that year.
Nothing is fresher than now. "
The little daughter suddenly made the old lady bend over.
She took off the beauty spot on her forehead and stuck it on the old lady's forehead.
And said.
"Grandma, happy June 1st!"
In the morning, we released a flock of white pigeons.
We released a flock of white pigeons.
Six o'clock? Early morning of Children's Day
The sunrise of the rising sun
Zhaoche
Countless transparent hearts
A dove flying high.
Took it.
all of us
Bless ideals, hopes and longings!
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