A poem about a child 1 The sunset has withered and I won't go home.
It's like a child running away from home and losing his shoes.
I stood in the street, counting a group of black ants.
They took my time.
They brought the moon home.
2
A snow is vigorous.
Put a scarf on the villa.
I saw the place where a wolf walked.
There is no snowflake/I follow it
Follow it into the old mountain.
three
Without lights, I feed myself with darkness.
The trees lined up.
They are very neat.
Ranked by age
They want to spend the winter in my heart.
They are too cold.
four
I can't find my way home.
Stretch your arms on every road.
Show me.
But I can't go too far.
Mom's dinner is still in the pot.
Sleep quietly
five
Mom, mom
My tears are frozen.
That's the signpost I left you.
Please follow it.
Find me.
You will meet me.
Hanging on a tree.
Make an apple
The second children's article records the wind/Arthur
Looking back at this land full of Sophora japonica
Huaihua Li
There is a sigh of mother mending clothes.
It's short again
It's broken again
Land of the living
It will never happen again.
A woman who grinds a needle and thread in your hair.
Sew your clothes stitch by stitch.
Touch your skin needle by needle.
The child who records the wind
Write poetry in the wind
one day
We will eventually grow old and confused.
I am a stubborn child, I am a stubborn child.
I want to climb to the sun.
Baking fever
I want to sleep on the moon.
Have a sweet dream
I am a stubborn child.
When I climbed to the top of the tree
Found that the sun is much higher than the trees.
Like the moon at night.
You can't even reach the top of the tree.
I am a stubborn child.
Lying in the tree and sleeping.
accidentally
Had a big fall.
I am a stubborn child.
Always in a dream
ask for trouble
Random thoughts of four children. Maybe the child's heart is a crystal.
It's full of all kinds of messy ideas.
They are strange and colorful.
Even more than many excellent works.
I wrote many poems.
Show it to a child.
I told her it was modern poetry.
The child asked me with bright eyes
But what is modern poetry?
I froze and thought for a long time.
In order to give a satisfactory answer.
I suddenly realized how big a problem this is.
But only from the mouth of a child.
Remember your childhood.
I'm in a flowerpot in the yard.
Bury an orange petal
Thinking that one day it will become an orange tree.
I waited and waited.
The days passed day by day.
I haven't seen my orange tree yet.
But I'm still thinking maybe
Maybe it has become a fossil.
When I was young, I first saw the moon.
It's called a white disk.
How many children have seen the ice wheel in the sky?
Will ask a curious question.
Is there Chang 'e on the moon?
Dear parents:
Please don't laugh at the children in a hurry.
Because this is their beautiful willfulness.
We grow up day by day
The distractions have faded.
Then I heard a naive question.
Will you smile back?
Some bitter, some miss.
Generally speaking, those really beautiful random ideas
Only children can have it.
When I was a child, when I was a child,
Looking at the stars will make you cry.
Cpaing and Lu Xixi turned over one hundred times.
After eating watermelon, dig out the seeds.
Count the summer grain grain one by one.
When I was a child,
Cicada is not as precious as it is now.
Eyes can see every layer of texture of the cloud clearly;
If you have a match, you believe you can.
Winter.
When I was a child,
I don't know what to do. Ideal? Dedication. But read it.
Yu Qian is a little hero.
Half of a fly's wing is used to break it. If not.
Break half the wing of a fly.
But I never saw that old boy again.
Over the years. Her bike is downstairs,
Rasty. She learned to hold back her tears,
Learn to put away oil, salt, sauce and vinegar to reconcile emotions.
Finally added her name? My Lord. The ranks of,
Accepted this glorious title.
One night, I wanted to see the child again.
Sit up and turn on the light.
A string of crisp sounds is close at hand, like a stone thrown into the lake.
Spread out from the mirror on the ground.
The sixth article "I am a lost child for many years"/Lu Yuanping
The left foot is in the sea.
You yi bu sang Tian
Just wading through mountains and rivers
Miss my hometown trip.
Melody shoes on the feet
Mother dispelled her worries.
You should get home with one vote.
I have been away for many years.
Tired, stop and look at the rolling mountains.
Beyond the mountain.
An old pagoda tree sheltered from the wind and rain in the hut.
Hometown, you can't see the smoke of healing.
Holding a cloak overlooking the warm sunshine.
Salvage the strong local accent of Menggang.
Yimeng, which rose in 1972.
It coincides with the peach blossom.
Bees are busy everywhere.
Hummed song
Swing into a blooming bud
Sitting in the golden autumn is red and sweet.
Thousands of oil leaves.
Start in spring and go home in autumn.
There is no closer distance in the world than the heart and the root.
Yimeng, I am your long-lost child.