1 At dusk
Miller's late bell on the wall was rung by my silence,
The saint who rode a donkey to Jerusalem to get rid of cold has not returned yet.
Ignore the sly wink of the lamp.
Please tell me: Who lit the first match?
No.2
Wheels of cars, hooves of horses, flashing horns and hunting flags,
The tireless will is forward.
why complain about the innocent shoes?
you! A burnt-out torch dries up the fish in the pond.
3 Expectation
Every bright silver raindrop is a beating word,
The frantic lightning is the title of a group of people.
Wake up from the threshold of the night, turn off the black cat of dreams,
Listen to the rolling thunder and report the sunny news for me.
4 Clouds
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 mistreat this shovel-shaped queen with a pencil sharpener, and
You will understand that the fruit should ripen quickly this season.
5 summer
white heat. White heat. The voice of the pioneer's call.
down. Descending. The weight of the love of the blood bearer.
When the phoenix is flying into the blazing fire,
Why should I sleep in the shade of the cross to enjoy the cool?
6 birds
flew into the poems of old Indian poets and jumped on the palm of the Persian Queen.
What about me? Silence is like a dumb person, stupid and wingless.
Aristophanes once brought his vision into the theater,
The penguin country of France has no harbor where I docked.
7 diaries
Yesterday, Tan. Close the narrow door of the soul,
Schiller's robber at the banquet, Nietzsche's superman.
it's sunny today. Polish the eyes of the camera,
shoot Van Gogh? The sunflower of Ku Ju, the spring of Rodin.
8 Hunting
There are hunters with guns in the mountain village.
Owls should not laugh wildly.
There are girls who suck water in the desert.
Camel bell, please don't tell your loneliness and sorrow.
9 confession
Zantigan's underground kiln can't be imprisoned. My belief
It is counterfeit coin makers who are always afraid of the sun.
On the day of judgment, the prodigal son will crawl home.
If the wheat doesn't die, where can we harvest the land grain?
1 tears
The lullaby injected too much haze into the vein at the cradle.
I didn't realize that I was a shell abandoned by the sea until I woke up today.
A hand that has kissed the earth cannot hold an elegant song decorated with pearls.
The fountain of this poem is from the Nile of pain.
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We harvest the pearls of sorghum, the precious stones of corn,
and the golden paper hanging on the old elm tree.
what about now? Now I am as poor as a church mouse.
Pop songs and neon lights make my mind anemic.
standing on the street of insanity,
I don't know where to go.
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Facing a dying star,
I forgot the tears crawling on my face.
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fragments of my heart were scattered in the court, and
a sigh rang out from under the steps.
[ Modern Poetry] On Children's Day, Children's stories
1. Water the flowers
Sprinkle drizzle on the budding flowers
You can reap a delicious rainbow
You don't need to yearn for heaven
Every living thing dancing on the stamens has wings
2. Plant trees
Shy saplings
Let's grow tall together
Let the blue sky open the birds. Sweep the floor
The autumn wind sweeps the leaves under the tree
The shuttlecock tied with colorful velvet rope kicks the branches of chrysanthemum
When the snow is in full bloom
Footprints have quietly grown on the shoulders of the road
4, Cleaning windows
cleaning
is not the fundamental way to make the sky clean
Turn on the warmth of the wind
Sunny and transparent childhood
Little fairy tale
Tan Xudong
1. Spring bird
Spring bird is a good partner of Golden Voice
It wakes me up from my dream every morning
. Chorus
2. Bamboo shoots
quietly
arch out of the earth
I want to know
the secret of tree green in spring
the news of flowering
3. Pomegranate
Pomegranate is in bloom
Aunt Xia tied a
bright bow
Pomegranate is ripe. A door opened by sunshine
Look at the sunshine drilling down
They stepped on my shadow playfully
My shadow left their footprints
5. Bud
Spring is here
It's warm
Come out quickly
Bud
Don't just show a small head < I will send you
sweet dew
6. Fishing fire
The river is quiet at night
It's a good boy
Listen to Mother Moon
Go to bed
The fisherman lights up the fishing fire
The river
It's like opening his eyes
Talking in a dream
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A group of flowers said,
We want to fly like birds.
A group of peacocks said,
We don't want to grow like a tree.
Insects and Birds
Lan Shu
clipped her mother's washed socks on the rope
The rope turned into a multi-legged worm
Crawling around in the sunshine
I clipped my sister's washed handkerchief on the rope
The rope turned into a flock of egrets in the breeze.
Teng Yuxu's children's poem
Guo Guo
which was given to the blind mother-in-law, happily caught back
a green Guo Guo, and
gave it to the blind mother-in-law
mother-in-law, mother-in-law,
who can only sing.
Singing will lead you into Shan Ye,
See the clear waves rolling in the stream,
Smell the fragrant flowers of the mountain,
Hear the joyful songs of hundreds of birds.
granny, granny,
This is a singing Guo,
Listen, how well it sings,
Guo, Guo, Guo ...
Look at him riding on a wooden horse.
The telescope is hanging on his chest.
A small pistol is pinned behind his waist.
He looks like a general.
The funniest one is this one.
Dad is wearing a gown and shaking a small fan.
His nose is tilted up.
He is telling his classmates a short cross talk.
That one is even happier.
Dad is cooking for everyone on the beach.
His face is covered with flowers.
There are big holes in his cuffs.
Ah, I really envy my father,
having a happy childhood,
and this childhood foto album,
always accompanying him.
I hope my father will
give me a childhood,
let me get out of my books and
see the spring outside the window.
Then take some color photos,
put them in the childhood foto album,
when I grow up,
let my childhood stay with me.
[ editor's note: "photo album", English is photo album, esperanto is fotoalbumo, why do we use "foto album" as a word of the world? This is because: 1. Writing photo as "foto" is more consistent with the principle of reading and writing, and Esperanto, Spanish and Portuguese are also written as "foto"; 2/ Album is written in English, French, German, Spanish and Indonesian]
In front of the window, a lilac
tiptoed into the dark green yard.
We planted a lilac
in front of the teacher's window.
Teacher, teacher,
Let its green branches and leaves
reach into your window and
keep you company every night.
Listen, listen,
Green leaves are rustling in the wind,
that's what we sing for you,
to help you relieve the fatigue of the day.
Look, look,
The trees are full of blooming flowers,
That's our smiling face,
Thank you for always hanging on to us.
It's late at night, and the stars are so sleepy that they blink.
Teacher, put down the lesson plan quickly.
Let the flowers float into your dream.
That dream must be sweet and fragrant.
Fourteen-year-old, blue harbor
Life is a long river,
Fourteen-year-old is a blue harbor,
There are huge waves caused by impulse,
There are also waves caused by thinking.
There is love, but it is hazy.
I don't understand it, but I know a little.
It's like a river under the morning fog.
It's visible, but it's hard to tell.
I'm full of worries on my face.
If I have something to say, I won't spin on the tip of my tongue.
I'm as innocent as a wave.
I never know what it means to be sad.
If a boy is brave, it's really brave.
Even when a gun flies, it doesn't blink.
It's really timid to say that a girl is timid.
Seeing a bean bug jumping far away.
I hope there will be more exclamation points,
which will impress adults,
but I can't keep the question mark straight in my mind,
Weird questions often embarrass teachers.
You talk about ideals and he talks about them.
Ideals are constantly changing like the tide.
You want to be a hero and he wants to be a hero.
He often takes risks to be a hero.
Ah, fourteen years old, blue harbor,
fourteen years old, an ideal paradise,
starting the ship of life from here,
Sunglow weaving wonderful garlands for them.
On the lake beach, there are a pair of swans
A pair of snow-white swans are flying in the blue sky
;
There are
two beautiful clouds floating in the lake.
Clouds carry swans,
Swan carries clouds,
Gently, gently land on the lake beach.
The swan is dancing in a happy place,
its slender and beautiful long neck is shaken,
its round eyes are flashing,
what are you looking for everywhere?
The bird-keeper giggled, and
The swan sang a happy song.
time carving knife
what is time?
it's a carving knife,
carving every minute,
leaving a mark for everyone.
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Give the baby two legs,
carve two wind wheels,
make him grow taller every day,
run away with laughter.
Give pupils two eyes,
carve a question mark like a small ear,
make his thick eyebrows,
twist them into thinking about knowledge.
Give Big Brother a chin,
Carve a black leek,
Let his rough throat,
Sing the pride of youth.
carve a beautiful staff for the faces of grandfathers and grandmothers,
let them play sweet songs under the red sunset,
.
Ah, this invisible carving knife,
works conscientiously, not to the last minute,
it is impartial to no one,
it is always so fair.
It's for children who don't cherish time,
Carve a stupid turtle,
Carry a heavy sigh,
Climb in the back with great distress.
It gives hard-working children,
carves a big red horse,
always flies on all fours every day,
runs ahead of others.
It gives great contributions to people,
carves a universal passport,
wherever you go,
you will see a spring-like smile.
It gives people who have accomplished nothing,
carves a life certificate,
Although he is still very young,
he is too old to be old.
This time carving knife,
is so selfless.
It tests everyone's attitude towards time,
whether you are old or young.
I hope everyone,
will use the carving knife of time,
carve
a life pride for themselves.
Mom is a big tree.
Mom is a big tree.
I am a bird in the tree.
Every day, I am happy to jump and jump around my mother.
It's hot, and my mother gives me shade.
Green leaves shake hypnotic tunes;
It's cold, and my mother hugs me tightly.
Snowflakes compose spring songs.
Ah, Mom,
No matter where I fly in the future,
I will never forget this green forest top.
Mom is a fertile soil,
I am a seedling,
The fertile soil nourishes me,
Let me.