Tagore's New Moon Collection is about children, which is simple and warm. For children, nothing is happier than warmth and simplicity.
Contemporary Xiaoping's children's poems are very good, fresh and simple.
Also, I found some children's poems for you:
In front of the window, there is a lilac.
On tiptoe
Walking into the dense green courtyard,
We put a clove,
Plant it in the teacher's window.
Teacher, teacher,
Let its green branches and leaves,
Put your hand in your window,
Stay with you every night.
Listen, listen,
Green leaves rustle in the wind,
That's when we sang to you,
Help you relieve a lot of fatigue.
You see, you see,
A tree full of flowers,
That's our smiling face,
Thank you for always supporting us.
It's late at night, and the stars are sleepy and blink.
Teacher, put down the lesson plan quickly.
Let the flowers float into your dreams,
That dream must be sweet and fragrant.
(formerly "new boy" 1985. 18)
You took me to Shan Ye.
Author: Guan
You took me to Blue Shan Ye.
You collect everything I want,
Whether it's mountain flowers or tender grass,
Or a stone, a leaf.
You gently jump over every ditch,
Spring leaves your shadow;
You climb every little slope,
Like jumping on your roof.
I hear birds chirping,
See the colorful wings of birds through the cracks in the green leaves,
Tell me the names of many birds,
Sing me the song of that bird.
I want to catch slugs,
The grasshopper is immediately in your hand,
You're afraid that slugs will bite my hand,
Wrap it in leaves.
Let me ask you, that tree on the top of the mountain,
Why do you look like an old man?
You said because it grows in crevices all the year round;
Let me ask you something-
What flower is that, with tears,
You said it was a blue flower,
Laugh in the spring sunshine.
What about the wind?
Sleep in Shan Ye's arms;
What if it rains?
Fall in Shan Ye's heart;
What about the tramp in those days?
Everyone has a warm home;
What about winter?
Long gone.
Shan Ye's present and past,
You are familiar with everything in Shan Ye;
Everything here seems to be yours,
Your bird, your blue sky, your earth.
I look at the spring in the mountains,
As if looking into your innocent eyes;
Yuan Ye, full of mountain flowers,
How much like your colorful clothes.
We are in Shan Ye,
Play, chase,
Ah,
It's like being on your kang.
It's like being in your yard ...
(Selected from Juvenile Lyrics, Juvenile Publishing House, 1990)
The first light rain
The first light rain in spring
Rustle into the green Woods.
I walked alone in the Woods.
My ears are full of many faint
A mysterious and beautiful voice
The green camphor leaves are breathing gently.
Young bamboo shoots emerge silently.
Countless mushrooms are like white umbrellas.
Mom once told us.
Their name is swan fungus.
Larks jump like notes.
Jump from one branch to another.
Their songs are sweet and charming.
Dewdrops glistened and slipped away.
The faint fog is like soft white gauze.
The whole nature is like a piece of music
The forest in spring is the harp of life.
They play wonderful music and poems.
Hit gently, gently
My wonderful fourteen-year-old heart