fall in love
Shake off the yellow leaves on the tree,
Love in winter
Ice the river,
Spring love
Scatter flowers and plants everywhere,
What do you like in summer?
Only I know.
I know
Love whistling in summer.
Listen:
"Cicada ... Cicada ..."
A cicada,
A whistle,
How lively it is.
Children's Poetry: Eyes
On white paper
I drew a pair of eyes.
These eyes
Full of sunshine
Full of stars
The flowers bloom luxuriantly.
It will never cry.
In order to make these eyes
Always full of sunshine
Full of stars
The flowers bloom luxuriantly.
I am in my heart.
Draw another pair of eyes.
These eyes
Never seen the sun.
Never seen a star.
Never seen flowers.
It dried all the tears.
On white paper
I drew a pair of eyes.
Children's Poetry: Taking the Train
Dad took me by train,
When the train starts,
Things outside the window moved;
The mountain began to shrink back,
The trees also retreated,
The house also retreated. ...
Wow! Everything is going backwards,
It's weird, it's too fast,
None of us have to walk,
I arrived in Beijing at once.
Children's Poetry: Dandelion doesn't say a word
That's far, far away
That's close. That's close.
White floc after floc.
Rongrong is light and naughty.
Oh, this is
Dandelion's flower season
flying all over the sky
Left her footprints.
Dyed her eyelashes.
Touched my nose
Still holding my skirt.
Never leave.
This fluffy ball
This white miracle
Are you lovesick in midsummer?
Or the memory of winter?
Dandelion didn't say a word
Blink.
Intimate with me
Grandpa's winter
Winter is a quiet season.
Grandpa always sits by the wall alone in winter.
keep silence
Gentle hands holding sunshine.
Touching his walnut-old face
Like a kind mother
Touch a beloved child
Winter is the season of snow.
Snowflakes are like mysterious white butterflies.
There are many voices from distant heaven.
My grandfather is on a quiet snowy night.
Tell the story of his childhood.
He is as happy as a child.
My heart is full of infinite warmth.
It's like we're on a sad day.
Suddenly remembered the spring outing.
Actually, no one knows.
What's Grandpa thinking in winter?
But his story tells me.
He left his childhood and hometown.
Very, very far away ...