Author: Kojima
Moon rises
The sound of a carving returning to the nest.
There are fish jumping out of blue light.
There is a piano playing an old legend.
I don't know whose eyes.
Fall on the birch tree and blink.
Show wisdom and detachment
night
But throw it on the moon.
Infinite tenderness
It was also that night.
Those posted on the window
Grandma cut off the window grilles.
Wrapped in ice flowers
In my dream
Melting "I love this land" (Ai Qing)
If I were a bird,
I should also sing with a hoarse throat:
This land hit by the storm,
This river of sadness and anger will surge forever,
This endless wind,
And the gentle dawn from the forest ...
And then I died,
Even feathers rot in the ground.
Why do I often cry?
Because I love this land deeply ... I want to put my nose
In the bud.
Smelling the flowers,
Enjoy this wonderful time.
Smell, smell-
The fragrance brought me into a sweet dream.
I want to put my eyes
Riding on the white clouds.
Look at the beautiful clouds in the sky
Look at the red sun in the sunset.
Look! Listen-
The beautiful scenery brought me into a wonderful fantasy!
I want to put my leg
On the sun.
Let the sun learn to walk,
Illuminate every corner of the world.
Let's go Go-
Let the earth be full of light!
I want to put my ears
Put it on the fish.
Listen to the fish whisper,
Listen to the sound of the sea!
Listen! Listen-
The sea is my warm harbor.
I want to put my eyes,
Installed on seaweed,
Look at the goldfish blown away by the wind.
Watch octopus hunting.
Look! Listen-
The seabed is my amusement park.
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2011-3-919: 55 I don't understand cuteness | Level 2
Goose, goose, goose
Most children have such troubles. Mom and dad "forced" the children to recite ancient poems in front of the guests ... this poem wrote this fragment. Let you hear a child pour out his inner anguish. This is a poem inspired by children's life, which is very vivid and humorous, and the language is also very suitable for children's vernacular. Want to see what life looks like after it becomes poetry? Read this poem, you will like it.
gao hongbo
My mother always likes to arrest me recently.
Forced me to recite an odd children's song:
"Goose, goose, goose, Xiang Tiange.
White feathers, floating in green water; The red soles of the feet stir the clear water. "
I heard that this is an ancient prodigy.
A masterpiece written at the age of seven.
But I stammered,
I was so angry that my mother called me a "stupid brain".
I had to memorize it,
Mom looks very happy.
From then on, whenever a guest came to the house,
I have to bring this unlucky goose out.
I heard a lot of compliments,
My mother gave me delicious candy.
As if this were a poem I wrote,
Actually, I have never seen a white goose.
On my little balcony,
Not even a bird flew down.
Not to mention from the "music project",
A wonderful song, sing to the sky!
Really, I don't want to be a prodigy.
I don't want to peck sugar by "white goose"
If mom takes me to the zoo,
That is my greatest happiness!
Lazy defense
gao hongbo
The last thing I want to do is to wash the dishes.
Mom said I was lazy;
I'm afraid of abacus,
Dad said I was lazy.
But they don't understand,
Laziness is the source of all inventions.
In order to be an inventor,
This is deliberately so lazy!
People who are too lazy to carry water,
Invented the tap water pipe;
People who are too lazy to light candles,
Invented electric lights and wires.
People who are too lazy to go up the stairs,
Install the elevator into the tall building;
People who are too lazy to slap,
Tell the electric fan to keep spinning.
People who are most afraid of washing clothes,
Only when the washing machine came into this world;
The laziest person to step,
Invented cars, trains and ships.
I got all the benefits of laziness,
Begging my dear father.
But he slapped him hard,
Hone my ass!
It seems that laziness is not welcome,
At least in my family.
Maybe my understanding is a little biased,
Friend, do you have the right answer?
I like you, fox.
gao hongbo
You are a little fox.
Smart and calculating
Cheat the crow's meat.
What a great idea.
serve sb right
Who told crows to love singing?
Quack, quack, brag.
Besides, it stole the meat.
You can eat it.
perhaps
You ate this meat.
It will be beautiful.
The tail is like a red flame
The wind swept the green grass.
I like you, Fox.
Your cunning is wisdom.
Your cleverness is interesting.
No matter what adults say
I like you.
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2011-3-1012: 25 enthusiastic users
Time carving knife
What time is it?
This is a meat cleaver.
Carved with minutes,
Leave a mark on everyone.
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Give the baby legs,
Carve two wind wheels,
Make him taller every day,
Run away with a smile.
Give the students two eyes,
Carve a question mark like a small ear,
Let his bushy eyebrows,
Thinking and seeking knowledge.
Give big brother a chin,
Carve a black leek,
Let his rough throat,
Sing the pride of youth.
For the sake of grandparents' face,
Carve a beautiful stick,
Let them in the red sunset,
Play sweet songs.
Ah, this invisible meat cleaver,
Hard work, not bad,
It doesn't favor anyone,
Always so fair.
It's for children who don't value time,
Carve a stupid turtle,
With a heavy sigh,
It's painful to climb behind.
It gives hard-working children,
Carve a red horse,
Every day, my hooves fly,
Run ahead of others.
It has made great contributions to people,
Carve a universal passport,
No matter where you go,
You will see a spring-like smile.
It gives people who have accomplished nothing,
Carve a life certificate,
Although he is still young,
But I'm too old to be old.
This time it's a meat cleaver,
That's it. Unbridled.
It tests everyone's attitude towards time,
Whether you are old or young.
I want everyone,
With the meat cleaver of time,
Carve for yourself
The pride of life.