Ignoring the sly look of the lamp, please tell me: who lit the first match? The wheels of a bus, the hooves of a horse, the flashing horn and the banner of hunting and hunting, the tireless will is advancing. Why complain about innocent shoes? You ah! A burnt-out torch dried the fish in the pond.
Looking forward to every bright silver raindrop is a beating word, and crazy lightning is the title of a group of people. Wake up from the threshold of the night, turn off the black cat of dreams, and listen to the rolling thunder to report the news of sunshine for me.
Don't walk on my blue sky roof again [my pigeon once told you: I'm not a believer in gallery school. Watch how I abuse the shovel-shaped queen with a pencil sharpener, and you will understand that this season should let the fruit ripen quickly.
It is white and hot in summer. White heat.
The voice of the pioneer. Falling.
Falling. The weight of blood clan love.
Phoenix flies into the fire, why should I sleep in the shade of the cross to enjoy the cool? The bird flew into the poem of an old Indian poet and jumped into the palm of the Persian queen. What about me? Silence is like a mute, stupid and wingless.
Aristophanes once brought his ideas into the theater, but France, the country of penguins, had no port where I docked. Yesterday's diary, Tan.
Close the narrow door of the mind and entertain Schiller's robber and Nietzsche's superman. It is sunny today.
Polish the camera's eyes and shoot Van Gogh's sunflower and Rodin's spring. There are hunters with guns in the hunting village, and owls should not laugh wildly.
There is a girl who absorbs water in the desert, camel bell, please don't tell your loneliness and sadness. 9 confession Zantigan's underground kiln can't be closed. My belief is that counterfeiters are always afraid of the sun.
On judgment day, the prodigal son will climb home. If the wheat does not die, where will we harvest the land? 10 tears lullaby injected too much haze into blood vessels in the cradle, and I didn't realize that I was a shell abandoned by the sea until I woke up today. A hand that kisses the earth cannot hold an elegant song decorated with pearls. The source of this poem comes from the painful Nile.
Rainbow insurance winter comes like this: after crossing the colorful bridge in the sky; After the heavy rain last night! 2. Where does the rain in rainy season come from? Maybe god will know! Did Lei Gong break the blue sky? But I can't go out with my partner! Goodbye, the night is the patron saint of the stars-when the stars are dark, they will climb on the shoulders of the night and coquetry! So, see you tomorrow-my dear partner, because I am also a good boy of my mother! 4. Ant, this little ant, has traveled so many ways-from one end of my finger to the other; Won't he be tired? Why don't you see him blushing and panting-this kind of thing is really puzzling! 5. Is dew the tears that the stars shed last night? But it hurts the soft grass! However, wearing a shiny hat makes the grass particularly beautiful! 6. There is a sun shining in the reflected sky; There is also a sun shining in the water! So who is whose reflection? Oh, I see-the ball in the sky is the sun, and the ball in the water is the moon; Because the one in the sky is brighter and the one in the water is more beautiful.
2. If a poet (foreign country) writes a poem to his son, you can be calm and calm when everyone is distracted, instead of echoing others;
If you are suspected by others, you can be confident as usual and not argue;
Only when you have dreams can you not lose yourself;
If you have thoughts, you won't be possessed;
If you don't laugh when you succeed, you dare to bite the bitter fruit after the disaster;
If you see your pursuit of beauty smashed into a pile of rubble, don't give up;
If hard work is already a success, still take a risk for a new goal, even if the fame is gone;
If you talk to the villagers and remain humble, walk with the prince without showing flattery;
If the will of others can't control you;
With anyone, you can stand out independently;
Then your cultivation will be as vast as heaven and earth.
You are a real man!
-A poem written by Kipling, Nobel Prize in Literature winner, to 12-year-old son.
3. Ask for some open-book columns of children's poetry, modern poetry and foreign poetry in the sixth issue of 20 10, and show them in the form of comparison between the upper and lower volumes respectively.
A group of "British and American children" and a group of "childhood black-and-white movies" opened the door to the memory of China poets.
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Camb.
The window of childhood is always open to the sun.
I've always hoped
Butterflies flying to flowers
Fly to my open palm
A whole summer
I didn't wait for a butterfly.
Grandma said: If you like butterflies, you should be around the flowers.
I asked: Will butterflies fly out of the flowers?
Grandma said: butterflies fly out from spring.
Butterflies fly into summer and can't fly out again.
……
I was five years old that winter.
Grandma left and I was in the snow.
Look at the window facing the sun
Make a wish in your heart: next spring
I will be at the window of spring.
Always guarding
Stop butterflies from flying into summer
Keep my grandmother out of winter.
4. Foreign poems or articles about children's life gabriela? Two poems by mistral, gabriela? Mistral (1889—1957)1889 was born on April 6th, 1989 in Elki valley town, Vikuna city, Cijinbo province, northern Chile. His original name was lucia? Godoy? Alcayaga.
She lost her father when she was young. She can't go to school because her family is poor. She gained cultural knowledge through self-study and tutoring by her half-sister who is a primary school teacher. "Because of her lyrical poems full of strong feelings, her name became the symbol of the whole Latin American ideal", so she won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1945, becoming the first poet in Latin American history to win this honor.
This rural primary school teacher, who was originally insignificant, embarked on the throne of the spiritual queen of Latin America. Gabriela. Mistral dedicated her natural love to countless children she had educated.
Her poem for children, which can be sung in turn, was edited and published in Madrid in 1924 with the title of "tenderness". In memory of her, 4000 Mexican children sang this poem.
Since then, gabriela? Mistral became a recognized poetess. The promise to the stars The stars shine on the black velvet with their eyes open: Do you see that I am innocent when you look down from above? The stars are shining in the quiet sky with their eyes open. You call me kind above me? The stars have been keeping their eyes open and blinking their eyelashes. Why do you have so many colors: blue, red and purple? Curious little eyes, open all night, why should the rosy dawn erase you? The little eyes of the stars shed tears or dew.
You're shaking up there. Is it because of the cold? Small eyes of stars, I promise you: you look at me, I will always be innocent. Caress mom, mom, kiss me. I want to kiss you more until you can't see anything else.
The bee got into the lily, and the flowers didn't think it flapped its wings. When you hide your son, you can't hear his breathing.
I've been staring at you and I'm not tired at all. You see a child in your eyes. How beautiful he looks.
Everything you see is like a pond; But I only see your son in my eyes.
The eyes you gave me, I will use them heartily, watching you in the valley, the ocean and the sky forever.
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Born in Chicago, he used to be a reporter for the Pacific Stars and Stripes magazine. He is famous for his creation of children's literature. The main works are the fable "The Tree of Dedication" (1964), the poem "The End of the Sidewalk" (1974) and the lamp in the attic (198 1).
These three works are considered as classics of children's literature. I made a net to catch the moon, and I'm going out hunting tonight.
I want to fly and throw it into the sky. I must trap the huge moon. The next day, if there is no moon in the sky, you can think like this: I have caught my prey and put it in a net to catch the moon.
If the moon is still on, look down and you will see clearly that I am swinging freely in the sky, but the prey in the net is a star. Frozen dream I want to keep the dream I had last night and put it in the refrigerator.
One day after a long time, when I become a white-haired old man, I will take out my frozen dream, melt it and boil it. Then I will sit down slowly and soak my old and cold feet with it. How many broken screen doors can make noise? See how hard you turn it off.
How many slices can a loaf of bread be divided into? It depends on how eager you are. How much joy and happiness can there be in a day? That depends on how you have been there, and how much friendship can there be between friends? Depends on how selfless you are.
The light in the attic flashed in the attic. Although the shutters were closed and it was dark, I saw the dim light jumping. I know what it is. It's a lonely lamp in the attic.
Stand outside and look at the light. I know you are in there.
Watch from a distance with me.
He published more than 50 poems in his life and won many literary awards.
1972 was awarded the title of "Patriarch of Poetry" in Paris. His main works are Mother (1935), Magic Lamp (1947), The Most Lovely Man (1967) and so on.
I learned to write. When I learned to write "little sheep", all of a sudden, trees, houses, fences, everything I saw with my eyes curled up like wool. When I picked up a pen and wrote "River" in my little exercise book, a splash splashed in front of my eyes and a palace rose from the bottom of the water.
When my pen finished writing "grass", I saw busy bees and two butterflies dancing among the flowers. I could swing them into the net. If I write My Father, I want to sing and dance a few times at once. I am the highest and best, and I can do anything well.
Take me with my kite, my kite, take me to the blue sky quickly! I want to fly in the sky, I want to fly in the sky, I want to fly like a bird, across the sea, across the ocean. Take me, my kite, and fly me to the blue sky quickly! See how great the world in the sky is, and see how good children around the world are. I want to hold hands with them and laugh with them.
Take me, my kite, and fly me to the blue sky quickly! Kindness If there is only one apple, it is not enough for everyone's basket. If there is only one apple tree, the branches hanging apples will not exceed one garden.
However, if a person shares his inner goodness with everyone, there will be bright light everywhere, just like sweet fruits hanging over the orchard. Mom, I must tell you how grateful you are to me. You have given me so many trees I like, so many birds I like, so many stars with open petals, so many words to write poems and songs, so many hearts open to me, so many girls with sweet voices, so many kind hands that I can hold.
5. Ask for an American prose poem describing children's growth-children let us grow together. When I was a child, my teacher and I grew up together, from a lovely caterpillar to a beautiful flower.
It's not a myth, it's not virtual, and it's not a legend. Now I stand in front of you and become a teacher, but I still want to grow up and grow up with you.
Think of me as a child, like you, in a strange environment, facing a strange crowd, without saying a word, thinking in my heart: Why, why did my parents have to put me here-a place I am not familiar with, and I can only express my resistance by crying. Look at you now, look at me when I was a child.
What should I do? What should I do? Inexperienced, I remembered the teacher's smile and encouragement when I was a child, which filled my loneliness and made me grow up confidently all my life. Can you believe it? Now I, your teacher, will make your life happy and healthy. When you make progress, I will smile and say, "You are great!" " "When you make a mistake, I will smile and say," Correct, you are the best! " "When you are timid and introverted, I will smile and say," Be brave, you are the best! " "In the eyes of teachers, you will always be the best, and you will always be encouraged and praised by trust.
Son, you are still young. You don't know how high the mountain is and how long the road is. You don't know what the hint of "danger and insecurity" means to you. I will tell you again and again what I have just learned, so that you won't get hurt, let alone let the stone stand in your way. Teachers sometimes get angry-that's because you can't tell right from wrong, don't know the depth, and go in the wrong direction.
But although the teacher is angry, he also feels more guilty, which makes the teacher blame himself-he didn't take you well and didn't tell you the direction of life. Therefore, teachers should study harder, improve themselves and save more energy. Children and your parents, don't worry! We will get along well, and I will use my passionate knowledge and responsibility to make my children healthy.
Let's laugh together and welcome the bright sunshine together. Children-come happily! Let's grow together! Author: Xu Baoxiang, chemistry kindergarten.
6. A poem about the relationship between parents and children written by a foreign poet 1 montesinos, you look at me, son, just as I looked at myself from that innocent childhood.
I was born again because of you, and I went back to that wonderful time through your bright eyes. I grew up like you.
In a word, I can't help thinking of the carefree days when I was a child, and those innocent games. You were born from the belly of a melancholy and virtuous woman, but the smile on your lips dispelled her endless troubles.
Sleep your childhood in her arms, my child. I hope you will never wake up. I found the happiness of childhood in you again. (2) Ji Bolun's "prophet" in a poem your child is not your child.
They are children born of life's desire for themselves. They came into this world with your help, not because of you. They are by your side, but they don't belong to you.
What you can give them is your love, not your thoughts, because they have their own thoughts. What you can shelter is their bodies, not their souls, because their souls belong to tomorrow, which you can never reach. You can try to be like them, but don't let them be like you, because life will not shrink back and stay in the past.
You are a bow, and your children are your arrows. Archers look at the target on the road in the future. He tried his best to pull you away, so that his arrow could shoot fast and far.
With a happy mood, bend down in the archer's hand, because he loves the arrow that flies all the way and the extremely stable bow. Parents are so special, the gift from parents is price-a caring family life, a deep recognition of family sharing happiness. In anticipation, parents expect their children to reunite with their families and have fun with them. In hope, I hope that my work will be smooth and my career will be in full swing. My parents try to make fewer phone calls for my peace of mind. I try to make more phone calls for my parents' understanding. My parents often miss me, miss me when I am not at home, and go home early to spend my old age with them. But I put my career first. Jane made rapid progress in her career and enjoyed her old age with her parents as soon as possible. My parents grew old in expectation, but I gradually degenerated in a hurry. My parents are getting older, and my heart is getting more and more painful. Beautiful and touching special moment. A beautiful time full of glory. Warm memories will last forever.
7. If a poet (foreign country) writes a poem to his son, you can be calm and calm when everyone is distracted, instead of echoing others; If you are suspected by others, you can be confident as usual and not argue; Only when you have dreams can you not lose yourself; If you have thoughts, you won't be possessed; If you don't laugh when you succeed, you dare to bite the bitter fruit after the disaster; If you see your pursuit of beauty smashed into a pile of rubble, don't give up; If hard work is already a success, still take a risk for a new goal, even if the fame is gone; If you talk to the villagers and remain humble, walk with the prince without showing flattery; If the will of others can't control you; With anyone, you can stand out independently; Then your cultivation will be as vast as heaven and earth.
You are a real man! -A poem written by Kipling, Nobel Prize in Literature winner, to 12-year-old son.
8. Children are amazing-children are amazing young, so naive-children are amazing carefree, but compatible and kind-children are amazing from birth to walking, and finally say "Dada"-children are amazing enthusiastic during the day, pure at night-children are amazing naive, curious and motivated to learn-children are amazing godsend, God's little miracle-children are amazing young at work, carrying heavier than them.