12 years old, colorful flower season
Like colorful wind,
Like colorful rain,
Fragrant, wet, < /p>
Ah, 12 years old, the colorful flower season.
My mind keeps popping up
Weird questions;
My eyes are filled with
interesting wonders.
Obviously it is a trolleybus,
but they say it is an aunt with long braids;
It is obviously a TV transmission tower,
but they say He is an extremely powerful magician.
They often have whimsical ideas,
thinking about going to heaven, going to the sea, and going to the earth.
The boy said: "One day I want to fly to Mars,"
See if there is water and air there.”
The girl said: “I want to invite the little match girl back from the sky.
Let her settle down in China,
Eating endless roast goose and chicken every day."
A 12-year-old boy,
always. I wanted to be a hero like Lai Ning, but I complained that I didn't encounter wildfires, and I didn't encounter any attacks from gangsters.
Sometimes, I also want to be like my elder brother,
so cool that it makes people look at me,
let the girls also say "so handsome",
Let the adults say that he took off the skin of a child. < /p>
There will be no future.”
Girls think more realistically than boys.
Start with small things every day.
They said: "The 'little sun' must shine and heat,
bring warmth to everyone's heart."
Help mom wash and brush at home Bowls, sweeping the floor,
Dad caught a cold, so he quickly took out the thermometer;
outside, helping others,
also sent the change he saved to the disaster area .
Girls also want to dress themselves up,
Let boys praise: "So beautiful",
When you walk into the store, your eyes are like butterflies
< p>Flying around on the floral dress.Ah, the 12-year-old flower season,
the colorful rain of flowers flows,
everyone wants to have
a piece of their own of heaven and earth.
The girl secretly locked the secret
in the drawer;
The boy was outspoken,
unconsciously leaking the secret.
They want to be scientists, writers, general managers,
They want to be diplomats, president of the country...
Said that in ten or eight years,
This world belongs to them.
He also said that if you don’t study hard today,
how can you build the motherland when you grow up?
Without a great body,
in the future How to shoulder the heavy burden!
They use diligence and sweat to dye the beautiful flower season red.
With the spirit of Lei Feng and Lai Ning,
Create a shining self.
Ah, 12 years old, the colorful flower season,
full of poetry and painting.
12-year-old boy,
They will spread their wings from here!
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Mom is a big tree< /p>
Mom is a big tree,
I am a little bird on the tree,
Every day, beside my mother,
I jump happily Jump again.
When it’s hot, my mother gives me green shade,
The green leaves play a hypnotic tune;
When it’s cold, my mother hugs me tightly,
< p>Snowflakes compose the song of spring.Ah, mother,
No matter where I fly in the future,
I will never forget,
the green forest tops.
Mom is a piece of fertile soil,
I am a seedling,
The fertile soil nourishes me,
makes me grow taller day by day.
Mom's love,
gives me a green life,
gives me a field of life,
a mature laughter.
Ah, Mom,
I am like the ears of grain,
with a heavy salute,
Thank you for your contribution to raising me.
Mom is the blue harbor,
I am the sail sailing away from the harbor,
with your blessings and expectations,
Pave the way forward for me.
I know that there will be
rapids, reefs, and storms ahead.
Mother’s harbor will embrace me at any time.
embrace.
Ah, Mom,
No matter what stormy waves I encounter,
I will run towards the goal firmly,
There will never be any Not shaken at all.
<
Snowflakes
are the goose feathers shaken off by the little angel pulling on the pillow
p>Scattered all over the floor
Snowflakes
It is the cotton wool rented by Sky Mother
to the earth
so that it can keep it warm The quilt
Snowflakes
is a gift from Santa Claus
I wish every child health and happiness
I am busy
I am busy,
I am busy,
I am busy shaking up the torch,
I am busy sculpting myself,
I am busy moving the marching drums and cymbals,
I am busy playing the reed flute welcoming the spring,
I am busy posing for happiness. Forecast,
I am busy gathering news of the truth,
I am busy recruiting the tree of life and transplanting it into the jungle of battle,
I am busy brewing the fermented blood into Love juice.
Until one day I die,
I sleep like a tail in a smiling pond,
I will turn off the lights and rest,
I , to have a beautiful completion,
Like a collection of poems;
And the earth that covers me,
is the cover of that collection of poems.
I am busy,
I am busy.
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The Fountain of Poems (ten poems) )
1 Dusk
Miller’s evening bell on the wall was rung by my silence,
The Holy Spirit who rode a donkey to Jerusalem The reporter has not come back yet.
Ignore the cunning look of the lamp,
Please tell me: Who lit the first match?
Road 2
The wheels of the cart, the hooves of the horse, the flashing horn, the hunting flag,
The untired will is moving forward.
Why complain about those guilt-free shoes?
You! An extinguished torch, a fish in a dry pond.
3 Expectation
Each silver raindrop is a beating word,
The wildly igniting lightning is the title of a line of action.
Wake up from the threshold of the night, chase away the black cat of dreams,
Listen to the roaring thunder to report sunny news to me.
4 Clouds
Don’t walk on the roof of my blue sky anymore [
My pigeon once informed you: I am not a believer in the gallery school.
See how I abuse this shovel-shaped queen with a pencil sharpener,
You will understand: This season should allow the fruit to ripen quickly.
5 Summer
White hot. White hot. The voice of the pioneer calling.
Decline. decline. The weight of the love of the blood bearer.
When the phoenix is ??flying into the blazing fire,
Why do I still sleep in the shade of the cross to enjoy the coolness.
6 Birds
Fly into the poetry collection of the old Indian poet, jump on the palm of the Queen of Persia,
What about me? Silence is like a mute, stupid and wingless.
Aristophane once brought his vision into the theater.
The country of France's penguins has no port for me to dock.
7 Diary
Yesterday, Tan. Closing the narrow door of the soul,
Schiller’s robber at the Night Banquet, Nietzsche’s Superman.
Today, it’s sunny. Keep your camera sharp and take pictures of Van Gogh's sunflowers and Rodin's spring.
8 Hunting
There are hunters with guns in the mountain villages,
Don’t let the owl laugh wildly.
There is a girl who sucks water in the desert.
Camel bell, please don’t tell me your loneliness and sorrow.
9 Confession
My faith cannot be imprisoned in the underground kiln of Zantigon
Only those who make counterfeit coins are always afraid of the sun.
On the Day of Judgment, the prodigal will return home.
If the wheat does not die, where will we harvest the grain?
10 Tears
The lullaby injected too much haziness into the veins at the cradle,
Until I woke up today, I realized that I had been abandoned by the sea. of shells.
Hands that have kissed the soil cannot hold the Song of Songs adorned with beads.
The fountain of this poem comes from the painful Nero.
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Nostalgia
< p>In the past, I was a king, happy and rich,The princess next door was my beautiful wife.
We harvested pearls from sorghum, gems from corn, and the gold paper hanging on the old elm trees.
What now? Now I am broke.
Pop songs and neon lights make my mind anemic.
Standing on the streets of insanity,
I don’t know where to go.
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The dying star
p>Gently, I want to gently
Use a silver paper knife
Cut the vein that looks like a blue river,
Let the melancholy and sadness
overflow with anger.
Looking at the dying stars,
I forgot the tears crawling on my face.
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Flowers and Fruits
Flowers are silent music,
Fruits are the most moving books,
When they play in spring and publish in autumn,
My days I was bitten and strangled mercilessly by the gears of the timepiece;
Fragments of my heart were scattered in the courtyard,
under the steps. I let out a sigh.
"Cloud"
The cloud is like a busy painter
Painting one picture after another in the sky
Cloud Like a playful little troublemaker
Often forgetting to go home
"Monkey"
The monkey is like a naughty clown
The whole The sky is swinging back and forth on the tree
For a while, I pull the beard of the banyan tree father-in-law
For a while, I pull out the decorations of the peach tree aunt
"Mom"< /p>
Mom is an alarm clock
Wake me up every morning
"Mother's Hand"
Mother's Hand
Can turn white rice
into fragrant rice
"Tree"
The tree in spring
is a beauty contest among flowers The stage
The tree in summer
is the classroom where the cicadas sing
The tree in autumn
is the cradle where the fruits sleep< /p>
Trees in winter
Is the playground where the winds race
"Dad"
When Dad is Happy
Speaking very loudly
The ceiling will shake
When Dad is sad
My eyes are dull
Like a wooden man
When dad is angry
It’s like a volcano erupting
Whoever touches it
Whoever encounters it will be unlucky
"Wind"
The wind smiles
Swinging on the tree
Race on the grassland
Playing darts with leaves in the yard
"Smile"
A smile is a flower blooming on the face
A smile is honey hanging on the mouth
A smile is sweeter than sugar< /p>
A smile is more fragrant than flowers
"Soda"
Shake your hand
You will get angry
Please take off your hat
You will be angry
Just do it
Drink you in one gulp
See if you still
Looking cool
"Grandma's Teeth"
Time is a prank
Love opens a cave in Grandma's teeth
The wind is even more naughty
Drilling back and forth in that cave
Shh! Shh! Shh!
The old grandmother took a long time to say something
Go! go! go!
Make us laugh
"If"
If I were a teacher
I would often take physical education classes
< p>Lest the students be disappointedIf I were a father
I must stop drinking
Lest my mother often be sad and shed tears
If I were God
I want to make human beings only laugh but not cry
Because
Everyone laughs very funny
8. Exaggeration - to create special effects and deepen impressions
Use the quantity, time, and behavior of the description to add jealousy and exaggerate the description
"Traffic Police"
World The person with the strongest strength
is the traffic policeman
Because he has "Qigong"
Just push with one hand
Dozens The car stopped moving
"Crab"
Crab! Crab!
Why are you foaming at the mouth?
Did you just have lunch?
Are you brushing your teeth and rinsing your mouth?
Are you drooling, mom
Want to eat the big apple in my hand?
"Wrinkles"
On the face of the old man,
there are wrinkles one by one;
on the face of the sea,
There are also waves of wrinkles;
Is the sea getting old too?
Egret
Fly Feifei
Fly on the back of the cow,
Have a rest
The wind comes Got it!
Fly Feifei
Fly to the fields
Bubble water
Fly Feifei
Fly to By the Straw
Hide and Seek
"Fan"
The fan in the grandmother's hand,
draws a bird
< p>Grandma fanned and fanned!The birds are flying!
Grandma fell asleep,
The bird fell asleep too.
《Grape trellis》
The grape trellis is tall and tall,
purple grapes hang from it.
Purple grapes are big and round,
very tall, fragrant and sweet.
The fox jumped up when he saw it.
After jumping for a long time, he could not reach the hook.
I can’t rely on you, and I feel unwilling to do so.
I don’t say I am stupid,
I say sour grapes.
"New Clothes"
Mom!
The garden has changed
Colorful spring clothes;
The trees have also changed
Light green new clothes;
Yuanshan took off his gray coat,
put on a light green shirt;
Xiaocao also wore a new green skirt,
in the spring breeze It's swinging inside!
Mom! Look,
they all have new clothes!
Mom! Everyone has changed into new clothes!
"Game"
Little brother
Let's play the game
Sister becomes the teacher
You become the student
What about my sister?
The little sister is too young
She can’t do anything.
I think——
Let her be the principal
"Private Money"
Dad's private money,
Hidden on the work hat;
Mom’s private money,
Hidden under the leather shoes;
My private money,
Hide in the belly.
"Street Lamp"
During the day
The street lamps are like trees
At night
they become Flowers blooming.
"6 and 9"
6 and 9 played a balloon stepping game,
accidentally,
9 got 6's balloon It was crushed.
6 said unconvinced,
How can you tie a balloon to your head!
"Street" - The child who reads "Water Margin" is so focused that even though the streets are so noisy, it does not affect him at all, and he is not aware of the passage of time. The boundless noise and the quiet corner formed a sharp contrast.
"By the Stream" - Fishing children, so happy, the quiet stream reflects the beautiful willow trees, reflects the reflection of the fishing children, the quiet fishing rod, and the red dragonfly standing, we seem to It felt like the air had stopped flowing. It seemed that everyone was afraid of the fish being frightened. The moment the fish took the bait, the silence was immediately broken. The stream moved, the figures were broken, and the fish jumped for joy. In a few words, a modern fishing scene was outlined. Image of children.
"On the River" - children playing in the water, so naughty, a group of children jumped into the water like a flock of ducks, splashing each other in the water, and in the midst of the play, a child He got into the water and disappeared. Suddenly there was a splash of water and he appeared with a naughty smile, showing two pairs of small tiger teeth. The play of a group of children and the close-up of one child give people a distinct sense of image.
Mountain Village Children’s Paintings
Qiu Yidong
The cloud is the protagonist of the painting
Let the sunlight render its appearance
A touch of warmth, a touch of cold
Floating in the sky of the creek
The tree is the protagonist of the picture
Let the wind paint its growth rings
< p>One stroke thicker, one stroke lighterYe's eyes are looking at the cliff
The soil is the protagonist of the picture
Let fantasy show its richness
p>One foot deep, one foot shallow
The mountain road is full of autumn fragrance
Childhood
Huang Guohui
What At that time, I was still holding my cheek
Looking up at my father’s face
The ruts passed by the years
Meditating on the beauty of time
The carriage came roaring
Full of my innocent dreams
When was I still lying at my mother’s knees
The stories in my ears flowed like mountain springs
The caress of the breeze is a hypnotic ditty
In my sleep
My body is floating leisurely in the clouds
When did I still hold the kite?
Lying down on the green court
Ants crawled up my nose
Stomping my feet and complaining about me
It collapsed Its newlywed's bridal chamber
When will I still look forward to the class outing
Pots and pans are essential luggage
Light a fire and look forward to tempting The fragrance of rice
The raindrops arrive unexpectedly
You can only taste them with laughter
Brother Feng
Brother Feng
p>¨ Li Feifei
Brother Feng ran over in a hurry,
accidentally bumped into Aunt Heshui
.
She was angry,
wrinkles appeared on her face.
Brother Feng quickly apologized to her.
Aunt Heshui has just recovered,
her youthful beauty.
The cooking smoke makes you drunk
¨ Congcong (writer)
The smoke from cooking is blue
The smoke from cooking,
Like a drunkard
From the chimney of the little house,
staggering out,
out,
Rising to the sky...
Look, the sun on the horizon
showed half of his face first,
looked at it,
Thinked about it,
showed his whole face again
before saying: "Oops! Last night
Grandma Yue was on duty,
It's probably
lazy...
Yes, Mr. Sun
That's right -
Last night, the moon< /p>
I slept on the clouds,
It was too fat and heavy,
I slept too hard and turned over,
it weighed down the clouds Unable to bear it,
the clouds cried,
it started to rain,
the firewood got wet, and
burned It's smoking,
The smoke is shaking,
Like a drunkard
Well, this is the proof
Mountain Village. Rain is like fine wine,
Whoever drinks it will get drunk
It is thick and sweet, because
This is spring...
The Colors of Spring
¨ Ding Yizheng
Spring has come quietly,
The grass said: "Spring is green. "
Peach Blossom said: "Spring is red. "
Pear Blossom said: "Spring is white. "
The rape flower said: "Spring is golden. "
The child said: "Spring is colorful. ”
Spring Breeze
¨ Xue Zhiwei
The spring wind is like scissors,
As soon as she comes,
Thousands of green leaves were cut out;
The spring wind is a musician,
When she comes,
it blows the golden trumpet;
The spring wind is a magician.
As soon as she comes,
it turns into colorful flowers;
The spring wind is kind. Mom,
As soon as she comes,
gives us endless warmth
What is spring
¨ Liu Qilin
What is spring?
Spring is a thunder
It wakes up the hibernating frogs,
It screams "croak, croak" everywhere. .
What is spring?
Spring is a warm breeze that wakes up the grass on the hillside.
There are sprouts everywhere
What is spring?
Spring is a drizzle,
silently nourishing flowers and trees,
< p>Sparks thousands of flowersWhat is spring?
Spring is the rake in our hands,
Sowing the seeds of hope. /p>
Working for happy years
Summer Night
¨ Gu Han
Summer night, quiet
The moon. Grandma took a group of naughty stars and climbed up to the top of the tree;
They chased and played,
but there was no sound
The cicadas are chirping on the trees,
In the pond, the frogs are "croaking, croaking"
The noise is non-stop,
Crickets played the piano on the lawn;
Unknowingly
Owls, voles, grasshoppers...
came to the lawn
< p>Dancing to the sound of crickets...Xia
¨ Zhang Danfeng
Xia loves to joke.
It. Quietly,
"permed" Sister Liu Shu's hair into curls
Sister Liu Shu couldn't help but frightened her.
Xia loves to tease people.
He vomits heat every day,
and won’t stop until Father Sun gets off work.
Dissipate all the remaining heat during the day,
and then stop.
Xia loves to do good things. /p>
It helped the cicada build a stage,
let the cicada sing to its heart’s content;
it helped the big tree change its clothes,
let the big tree The face is radiant.
Xia has done countless bad things.
He has done countless good things.
Xia, you do good things sometimes, and sometimes bad things.
How strange!
Fourteen-Year-Old Sky (Poetry)
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Source: China Children's Literature Network Number of clicks: 17570 Author: Xu Lu
Author: Xu Lu
The first light rain
The first light rain in spring
The rustling fell into the green woods
I walked alone between the woods
My ears were full of There were many weak
Mysterious and beautiful sounds
The green camphor leaves were breathing gently
The young bamboo shoots burst out of the center of the earth silently
Countless mushrooms are like little white umbrellas
My mother once told us
Their names are cygnus mushrooms
Lark-like musical notes Jumping all the same
Jumping from one branch to another
Their songs are sweet and charming
The dew glistens and falls quietly
The light mist is like soft white gauze
The whole nature is like a piece of music
The spring forest is a piano of life
They play beautiful music music and poetry
Gently hitting my fourteen-year-old heart full of fantasy
Old Mill
< p>I don’t know whyPeople want to demolish the old mill
We stood far away in the corner
And silently built another one in my childhood In my heart
It reminds me of many winter evenings
My mother called us home from here to put on more clothes
It reminds me of many poor days
The friends gathered in a circle here
Eating the small warm winter rice candy given to us by our mother
Silver Rainy Night
A loud voice called in the rain
Can’t tell which child’s face it was
On a night covered with silver rain silk
He called loudly
Calling another friend in the rainy night
Stepping into his little umbrella
What a beautiful voice The voice
is like a song that cuts through the night
This voice comes suddenly in the rainy night
It is warmer than the song
I can't see clearly how the two hearts are leaning together
How the two small shadows are side by side
Step by step along the muddy path< /p>
I just feel that the voice of this middle school student is so beautiful
Like a beautiful lilac flower
Swaying in the spring blooming in the rain...
Grandpa's winter
Winter is the season of silence
Grandpa always sits alone by the winter wall
Speechless
Sunshine Use gentle hands
stroking his walnut-like old face
Like a kind mother
stroking her beloved child
Winter is the season of falling snow
Snowflakes are like mysterious white butterflies
Floating from the distant heaven
My grandfather in the quiet snowy night
Telling stories about his childhood
He was as happy as a child
He was filled with infinite warmth
Just like us in sad days
Suddenly remembered the spring outing
In fact, no one knows
What grandpa was thinking about in winter
But his story He told me
He left his childhood and hometown
It is very, very far away...
Mountain Village Alma Mater
Who is going to listen? Where is your gentle whisper
When the rosy sunset falls gracefully
Who will share your joy and noise
When the crystal dew on the leaves, the light White smoke
Children’s laughter, wild geese’s long chants
Weave your bright morning again...
Ah, everything wants to stay here
When you nurtured us to grow up
I only want to take away a leaf flute
and a heart that is always honest and passionate
p>
Go to a distant place and sing for you...
Ah, I want to take everything away with me
Together with the fragrance of the mountains and fields around you
Every patch of grass and every grove of yours
The sound of your morning and evening bells that call us every day
And the ones that shine like tinfoil
< p>The imaginary white clouds slowly rising from the distant mountains...Study
Throw away the scooter
Turn off the cartoon
< p>Sit down and think about itEndless homework
Frowning
Do the math
One hundred exercises
When can I submit the paper?
Wish
One wall of Maverick’s house fell down
The girl’s home is on the edge of the flood
< p> Mavericks said: "The rocking house is the wound on Dad's back. "My mother talked to him from afar about creating hope!
The little girl said: "I dreamed that floods soaked my dreamland several times. ”
She wants to know if grandma is living well in the paradise where she heard there is a bubble pool?
Another wall fell down in Maverick’s house,
The pig pen was crushed and the cattle and sheep were scared away.
The girl’s home was still on the edge of the flood.
She saw the human wall built by the People’s Liberation Army.
Blocked the madness of the flood!
That was everyone’s favorite gossip:
Grandpa told them that the Party Central Committee was ruthless,
We must help us to completely escape the despair of poverty and danger
We must increase our efforts to realize the people’s urgent wishes!
The calf and the little girl giggled and dreamed! With "tomorrow", how will things turn upside down?
Put a small wish in a bottle and look forward to seeing the magical fragrance of flowers one day!