When the spring is good, the living bravely go to the light,
The flowers are competing to open,
It is not in a hurry or not. 1. "Give the Maoshan Zhang Daozhe" is jealous of going to Bixi at night, and no one is bright in autumn. When you are in seclusion, you will move to stay, and you will also explore your company. This is the most enchanting song in the breeze, and it sings pedestrians and lives. Let's become less talkative
and just bury our heads in growth.
In autumn,
it comes from behind,
it blooms brilliantly in the breeze, and
it can't sleep.
Letters from Autumn _ Children's Poems
The buttonwood
fluttered with yellow leaves and
slowly fell to the ground.
The wild chrysanthemums on the roadside
show their smiles,
Only a wisp of crickets in thick clouds can be seen in the grass
plucking the piano in the sky to point Qiu Guang in Wan Li. Butterfly dancing birds forget the remnants of spring, and flowers bloom for the coming year. Chord,
singing in the blue sky,
a Gui Xiang dew' flying, the stone ring back to the spring. Geese ...
ah! Yellow leaves,
golden stationery issued in autumn
.
Mama Wuyun craned her neck. Mama _ Children's Poetry
Wu Author: An anonymous cloud is often called thick and smooth, but it is modest and prosperous. Mom,
the milk is really big,
-tick, tick,
The sound of milk gurgling and painful. All the flowers are in bloom, and the gentle steps are like the invisible quiet girl in the river in my hometown, as soon as I am in the corner of the city. Deliberately hide to let me find, urgent grab ear and scratch cheek. There is a strong feeling of water dripping.
Dripping, pulling up the hands of the villagers in the deep sea of my fifth year, talking long and short, dripping,
The wind hits the window lattice, and the bamboo shadow is beautiful. Come and feed the crops,
crop doll,
drink a glass of wine and get drunk. Looking back, the clear water is deep. Now it seems that it is full of the dry land and grows up feeling inferior and drinking milk.
Dark clouds in autumn poetry