mother
Author Rona Xuanxuan, No.1 Primary School in Xingren County, Guizhou Province.
mother
Is the person who loves me the most in the world.
Is the person who cares about me the most in the world
Black hair.
And a gentle expression.
Tell me clearly that she has a deep maternal love.
Every time I cry,
Mother stretched out a warm hand.
Touch my forehead.
Mom.
I really want to tell you.
"I love you!
When I was a child, seeing mountains is mountains, because we are still naive, and we are what we see.
When we grow up, we don't think it is a mountain when we look at it, because we have a lot of knowledge. When we encounter something, we will first make a prediction based on our own experience and what we have learned, and hardly believe our eyes.
When we really mature, we will know that the mountain is still that mountain, and we can't change it.
But most people only reach the second level.
Today, let's go back to the first realm and see the pure and real world in the eyes of children!
dream
Before going to bed every day,
I always say "see you in my dream" to my mother.
however
In my dreams, I always fly to other places to play.
I'm sorry, mom.
Editor: After reading this poem, I am afraid to see my lovely child, and I can forgive him for being naughty and ignorant, because he loves us.
Although he sometimes talks back, he is so cute when he is asleep, like an angel.
originate
If someone says "I love you" to me,
This is definitely not original,
Original, at mom's.
Editor: Yes, mom loves you, too. She loves you with her life, all of you. You are my most perfect work, not one of them.
model
Dad got up from the mat,
Covered with patterns of summer sleeping mats,
Soon these patterns returned to the mat,
Because they don't want to wander.
Editor: This is the reason why the pattern of summer sleeping mat on my body has faded. The child's imagination is really cute.
I still remember when I was a child, summer was my favorite, because I could wear beautiful floral skirts, eat watermelons and eat ice cream.
Also, every summer night, my parents and I always sit on the mat, play games and listen to their stories.
It's a pity that I didn't write a poem like this child.
moment
Outside the window is the prairie,
For an instant,
I feel like a grass.
Editor: Adults say that they are grass, as if with the meaning of fate.
But children say they are grass and want to blend in with this nature.
Isn't the child just the grass that has just emerged? I feel that everything is new and curious about everything.