Spring bird is a good partner of Golden Voice. Every morning, my mother wakes me up from my dream and says that the birds in spring are calling me. She asked me to accompany her to the big forest to listen to the moving chorus of nature.
2. Bamboo shoots
Quietly unearthed to find out the secret flowers of trees in spring.
3.pomegranate
Pomegranate blossoms, and Aunt Xia wears a bright bow.
Pomegranate fruit is ripe, that's Kurenai Rin, and the mother in autumn is shaking the harvest.
4. straw hat
The small hole in the straw hat is a door I opened for the sunshine. Look, the sun is setting. They step on my shadow playfully, leaving their footprints on my shadow.
seed
Spring is coming, the weather is warm, come out quickly, Bud, don't just show a small bark, it's beautiful outside, come out quickly, the sun will dress you in green, and the spring breeze will give you sweet dew.
6. fishing fire
The quiet river at night is a good boy who goes to bed after listening to the mother moon.
The fisherman lit up the fishing river, as if talking in his sleep with his eyes open.
Little Fairy Tale Shao Yanxiang
On the south side of the cloud, far away, there are a group of leaves saying: we should bloom like flowers. A group of flowers said: We want to fly like birds. A group of peacocks said: We should grow like trees.
Insects and Birds Lan Shu
I put my mother's washed socks on the rope one by one, and the rope became a multi-legged bug crawling around in the sun. I put my sister's handkerchiefs on the rope one by one, and the rope turned into a group of egrets flying in the breeze.
Teng's children's poems
Slugs for blind mother-in-law
I happily caught a green slug and gave it to my neighbor's blind mother-in-law happily.
Mother-in-law, mother-in-law, this is a singing slug. Let it sing for you when I am at school.
Singing will take you into Shan Ye, watch the clear waves rolling in the stream, smell the fragrance of mountain flowers and listen to the singing of birds.
Grandma, grandma, this is the fruit that can only sing. Listen, how well it sings, fruit, fruit, fruit. ...
Childhood photo album (album)
Dad has a childhood photo album with photos of his childhood. Ha, these photos are really funny. I didn't expect dad to be naughty and funny.
Look at him riding a wooden horse, with a telescope hanging on his chest and a small pistol pinned behind his waist. He looks like a general.
The funniest thing is this. Dad is wearing a gown, shaking a small fan, and his nose is tilted up hard, telling a short cross talk to his classmates.
That is more enjoyable. Dad cooked for everyone on the beach, his face was covered with flowers and his cuffs were burned with big holes.
Ah, I really envy my father, who has a happy childhood and this childhood photo album, which will always accompany 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 of my childhood and put them in foto photo album. Let my childhood stay with me when I grow up. [Editor's note: "photo album", English: photo album, Esperanto: fotoalbumo, why do we use the word "foto album" internationally? This is because: 1/ Writing photos as "foto" is more in line with the principle of reading and writing, and Esperanto, Spanish and Portuguese are also written as "foto"; 2/ The album is written in English, French, German, Spanish and Indonesian]
In front of the window, there is a lilac.
The road has tiptoed into the thick green yard, and we planted a lilac in front of the teacher's window.
Teacher, teacher, let its green branches and leaves extend into your window and accompany you every night.
Listen, listen, the green leaves rustle in the wind. This is what we sing for you to help you get rid of the fatigue of the day.
You see, you see, the trees are full of blooming flowers, and that is our smiling face. Thank you for always supporting us.
It's late at night and the stars are sleepy. Teacher, put down the lesson plan quickly and let the flowers float into your dream. That dream must be sweet and fragrant.
Fourteen years old, blue harbor
Life is a long river, and fourteen years old is a blue harbor, where there are huge waves of impulse and thinking.
Love exists, only hazy, but I don't understand, but I know a little, just like a river under the morning fog, which is visible but difficult to distinguish.
My stomach is full of worries on my face. If I have something to say, I won't spin on the tip of my tongue. I am as naive as a wave, and I never know what it means to be sad.
To say that a boy is brave is really brave, and he doesn't even blink when the gun flies; It is really timid to say that girls are timid, and you can see bean worms jumping from a distance.
I hope there will be more exclamation points to impress adults, but the question mark in my mind has never been straight. Weird questions often embarrass teachers.
You talk about ideals, he talks about ideals, and ideals are constantly changing like tides. You want to be a hero, he wants to be a hero, and he often takes risks to be a hero.
Ah, fourteen-year-old, blue harbor, fourteen-year-old, ideal paradise, the ships that start life from here, and the morning glow weaves wonderful wreaths for them.
There are a pair of swans by the lake.
A pair of snow-white swans fly in the blue sky; There are two beautiful clouds floating in the lake. Clouds carrying swans, swans carrying clouds, gently, gently landed on the beach. Swans are dancing with joy, shaking their slender and beautiful long necks, and their round eyes are flashing, looking for something everywhere.
The birdwatcher giggled and the swan sang a happy song.
Time carving knife
What time is it? It's a meat cleaver, carving every minute, leaving a mark on everyone. Give the baby two legs, carve two wind wheels, make him taller every day, and run away with a smile.
Give pupils two eyes, carve a question mark like a small ear, and turn his thick eyebrows into thinking about knowledge.
Give Big Brother a chin, carve a stubble of black leek, and let his rough throat sing the pride of youth.
Carve beautiful staff for grandparents' faces, and let them play sweet songs under the fiery sunset.
Ah, this invisible meat cleaver, it works conscientiously, it is unfair to anyone, and it will always be so fair.
It carved a stupid turtle for a child who didn't cherish time and climbed behind with a heavy sigh.
It carved a red horse for diligent children, always flying on all fours and running in front of others every day.
It carves a universal passport for those who have made great contributions. Wherever you go, you will see a spring-like smile.
It gives people who have accomplished nothing a life certificate. Although he is still very young, he is too old to be old.
This meat cleaver is too selfless. It tests everyone's attitude towards time, whether you are old or young.
I hope everyone can carve a life pride for themselves with the carving knife of time.