Outside the window of jinbo's children's poem "Rain", it has begun to rain. But, mom, don't stop me. I'm going to get wet. I put on a straw hat. I ran into the rain. I became an umbrella. Umbrellas fly in the wind and rain, sheltering pedestrians without umbrellas. When the rain stopped, I flew away again, into the green forest after the rain. Mom, maybe you lost your daughter. You are in a hurry. You are worried that I will get wet in the rain. You ran to the street, asked the wind after the rain, asked the rainbow in the sky, and asked everyone: My daughter, where is she? You come to the forest, ask the birds, ask the flowers, ask the raindrops dripping on the leaves: My daughter, where is she? They all said: that's a naughty little girl. She is playing hide-and-seek with us again. Who knows where she will hide! After rain. In the forest. Mushrooms spilled all over the floor. They like playing games after rain best. Mom, when you reached for the whitest and fattest mushroom, suddenly it changed and became your daughter. She winks and smiles at you-Mom, I'm home! You see, I'm still wearing a straw hat with colorful raindrops hanging on it.
Jinbo's children's poem "Flowers Bring Rain" 6 I am your disobedient child, and I secretly ran out of the house. Through the Woods, across the bridge, by the bright lake, I played to my heart's content. I forgot you and my home. Please forgive me, mom. I went chasing butterflies. It flew into the Woods and hid in a small flower. I don't want to catch it again, because that little flower is its sweet home. I was at the lake, watching an uncle go fishing. These little green fish are really like fresh pods. I also watched the old man, using a sheep bone as bait, and so many bouncing shrimps went online! I asked my uncle for a small fish and my grandfather for a shrimp. I said, I promise not to eat. I have a big fish tank at home. I can make a home for them and let them grow up there.
Suddenly it began to rain, and the rain was urgent and heavy, hitting my cheek, which was painful and numb. People are running. At this moment, I think of my home and my mother. Looking at the rainy day, I remembered my mother's favorite flowers with water droplets. I picked wild flowers in the rain, one after another. I'm so happy, because I can give my mother a bouquet of water droplets! I'm going home. I'm a little scared again. I am a disobedient child. I really shouldn't have snuck out of the house just now. Maybe because of this, I will be scolded by my mother, or even beaten? Looking at the flowers with rain in their hands, I was thinking, mom, would you?
Jin Bo's children's poem "Red Dragonfly" 8 Fly low, fly low, you red dragonfly, what have you lost? Fly low, fly low. The lawn is covered with light green. These flowers are full of fragrance. There are ripples on the lake. Red dragonfly, what have you lost? Is it the dew that has dried, or the memory of rainy days? You may not have found what you lost, but you are tired of flying, lying on my bamboo fence and resting quietly. I sneak up on you and grab your transparent wings. Day, it began to rain, drop by drop, reminding me to go home quickly! Hardly had I run home when it began to rain heavily outside the window. I put the red dragonfly on the green screen window, and it looked at the foggy world outside the window. Is it still looking for something lost? Mom, you told me that it is looking for lost love, the most precious thing in the world. It was calm after the storm. I opened the window and let the red dragonfly fly to the clear sky and the flowery land. ...