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Oh, Joan. What a beautiful color (excerpt)

Qiusheng Zhang

Oh, Joan.

What a beautiful color—

Bright red scarf

Fly on a white shirt.

A blue skirt.

And an apricot coat.

Morning flag

Shining among green trees and red flowers.

An intoxicating smile

There are ripples on every smiling face.

Oh, Joan.

What a beautiful color—

The psychology of every young pioneer

Hidden golden ideals.

Ah, spread the red sail of hope

Sail to the magical and blue sea.

Uncle Lei Feng, where are you?

Along the long stream,

Looking for Lei Feng's footprints.

Uncle Lei Feng, where are you?

Where are you?

Xiaoxi said:

He passed by here yesterday.

Holding the lost child,

Braving the drizzle.

Listen, the foothole on the muddy road,

It was his footprints.

Along the winding path,

Looking for Lei Feng's footprints.

Uncle Lei Feng, where are you?

Where are you?

Path said:

He passed by here yesterday.

Carrying an elderly aunt,

Step on the thorns on the road.

Look, the crystal dew on the petals,

This is my uncle's sweat.

June

Liu Yuxian

June is a happy tree.

Happy trees are full of happy flowers.

Red and blue flowers.

Purple flowers, pink flowers

We boys and girls

Holding beautiful flowers in his hand.

Talking and laughing under the happy tree

Laugh into a colorful day

June is an ocean of joy.

The ocean of joy is full of joyful songs and dances.

Crisp singing, spinning dance

Sweet songs and round dances

We boys and girls

Singing and dancing on the ocean of joy

Jump out of a festive day

Liuyi is a little magician.

Magically changed our position with adults.

You see, all the people in the world

grandparent

mom and dad

Aunt and uncle

Yeah, we've all become

Warm

Polite and kind

Why? Why not?

Twelve months a year.

This becomes six months.

Drift to the other side of the sea

king

Red balloons, green balloons,

Walking in the East China Sea with the wind,

Through clouds and waves, through fog,

The other side of the fragrant sea.

With my own flesh and blood,

Across the ocean, across the sea.

Looking at each other day and night,

Year after year, the sky is empty.

Red balloons, green balloons,

Seagulls walk with you in the clouds.

Recognize the sunset glow, cross the strait,

Drift to the other side of the sea.

Red beans with acacia,

Tell the children in Taiwan Province Province,

One day in the sun,

Singing and dancing hand in hand.

Cheer for yourself.

We, why?

Don't cheer for yourself?

Full marks are the crystallization of sweat;

A high song, that is the expression of talent;

The summit is a physical victory;

Winning the trophy is the success of wisdom.

We, why?

Don't cheer for yourself?

Come on, be sure of yourself;

Cheer, can glow with enthusiasm;

Refueling can enhance self-confidence;

Cheering can work miracles.

Don't ask why.

liu qianqian

In the morning, my mother gave me two cakes.

I left one quietly.

Don't ask, why is this?

At noon, my father dressed me in cotton-padded clothes.

I won't break it.

Don't ask, why is this?

In the afternoon, my brother gave me a box of musicals.

I chose a beautiful page,

Don't ask, why is this?

At night, I put them by the bed.

Let the dream fly out of my bed quickly.

Don't ask, why is this?

I'm going to give her a cake,

Make a snowstorm for her cotton-padded clothes,

Sing that beautiful song together.

Do you want to know who she is?

Ask Grandpa Andersen-

She is the little sister who sells matches.

The cradle of spring

Zhang ying

There are always many flowers.

There are always many white doves,

Beauty is accompanied by our wonderful childhood.

The cradle that shakes the child's heart,

It is the green garden where we live.

There is always a lot of imagination.

There's always a lot of desire,

Happy for our happy childhood.

The cradle of childlike interest,

It is the blue ship in our life.

There are always a lot of worries.

There is always a lot of warmth,

Happiness is our happy childhood.

That nursery rhyme that rocked the cradle,

It is the golden palace of our lives.

Ah, compose laughter into colorful notes,

Describe five-color dreams with eyes.

With a mother's hand,

Gently shook our childhood.