Reflections after reading "The Most Beautiful Children's Poetry"
The Sun is about to get off work
It climbed down slowly from the top of the mountain
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When I was halfway up the mountain
I suddenly remembered
my own coat - white clouds
still falling in the sky
< p>He stretched out his hand to the sky and said a long helloThe white clouds followed the sun
Longly home
What a beautiful book this is book! I just finished reading it, and when I closed the book, it felt like I had closed my childhood again. Really, when you open it again, it seems that the songs of childhood are heard again. This is a book full of poetry. I like this kind of book. This kind of book alone can give me dreamlike fantasy and experience. The meaning of some poems cannot be seen on the surface, but only if you think carefully, deeply, guess, and understand can you know the meaning of the poem.
I remember this passage:
Just a slight swing
That little red swing
swept me away Swinging Over
The Threshold of Childhood
Yes, this book is like this little red swing. However, real childhood is short. It seems that in the blink of an eye, childhood disappears into the vast ocean. How can I get it back? I will never take my childhood back again. However, childhood has left its footprints, its things, and its last words. We can go looking for it together, looking for the childhood in our dreams. In dreams, we seem to be back in childhood. What a beautiful dream that would be! It allows me to be a child again and do the stupid things I did when I was young. But, who made me have such a beautiful dream? It is "The Most Beautiful Children's Poetry - Campus Song". Maybe you won't believe it, but I understand. Go read it! This will enable you, like me, to have a beautiful dream, a childhood dream.
Time is like a turbulent stream, rushing and disappearing in the winding river channel. Look, in the photo, I am still holding the bottle. Look, in the photo, I’m still sitting in a stroller. Look, in the photo, I’m still unsteady when walking. Looking back, I felt so young and cute at the time. Look, in that photo, I was just in front of my mother’s belly. But now I look at myself again. I have grown up and am almost as tall as my mother. I have matured and will no longer do the stupid things I used to do.
When I was complaining that time flies so fast, I opened "The Most Beautiful Children's Poems - School Song" and felt very comfortable. Although it does not write about the time when I was a child, but about every moment in school, this is enough. With this foundation, you can continue to imagine on your own.
There is also a second chapter in the book: "Good Morning World". In this chapter, we praise heroes and the peace and dignity of the world. Maybe you dream of being a hero, maybe you dream of eternal peace in the world. To be honest, I am no exception. "The Voice" and "Iceberg Witness" left the deepest memories in me. "Call" means a call for peace. I think everyone likes peace. Maybe you will say, aren’t we in a peaceful world now? Yes, most countries are peaceful now, but there are still some countries that are still filled with smoke. I don't understand, why do countries go to war? Some people say that I am too naive to understand. The poem "The Voice" is well written. I want some countries that often attack others to read it. Maybe, after reading this poem, they will give up the idea of ??war and fall in love with peace and the world again.
"Iceberg Testimony" writes about many heroes, they are warriors on scientific expeditions in Antarctica. Everyone knows how cold the Antarctic is and how white it is everywhere. "Iceberg Testimony" moved me very much. I almost cried. The warriors of the Antarctic scientific expedition faced all kinds of difficulties, but they still persevered and persevered. Could it be that this little difficulty will knock them down? No, never! This spirit of perseverance and never retreat is worth learning from each of us.
"The Giant of the Earth" is the last chapter. This chapter is a fairy tale world. After walking in, it was like being attracted by poems describing various fairy tales. I like fairy tales. I love the fairy tales that writers make up. They can benefit me a lot, make me smile, and make me cry.
This last chapter is like a key, a colorful key. It closed this "mysterious ancient city" with a wonderful fairy tale.