The author of the book "Sister's Red Rain Shoes" is Lin Huanzhang. This book is mainly about children's poetry collection. After reading this book, you can feel the poet's childlike innocence. In each of the unique and ingenious poems, you can feel the poet's observation, care and true feelings for children.
The poet writes these children's poems from a child's perspective, using a child's pure and innocent mind, making us feel like we are swimming in the ocean of poems. In this children's poetry collection, there is a poem used as the title, which is called "Sister's Red Rain Boots" "Sister's Red Rain Boots" My sister's red rain boots were newly bought.
On rainy days, she likes to dress up and play outside. I like to hide in the house and watch them swim around through the glass window, like a pair of red goldfish in a fish tank. This poem is about when it rains, my sister always likes to play in the rain wearing her newly bought red rain boots, and I, through the window, watching my sister playing in the rain, it’s like seeing a pair of red goldfish in a fish tank. .
This poem is also a children's poem. The author writes it from a child's perspective. After reading this poem, I feel like I have also seen the scene at that time. This poem also uses " "Xing" expression technique.
After reading "Sister's Red Rain Shoes":
During the winter vacation, I read an interesting children's poetry collection "Sister's Red Rain Shoes", which is the work of Taiwanese writer Lin Huanzhang. There are many beautiful poems in the book.
I especially like reading the article "Taking the Train". My father took me to take the train. When the train started, things outside the window began to move. The mountains began to recede, the trees also receded, and the houses also moved. Back up, wow! Everything moves back.
Dad took me by train back to my grandparents’ house for the Spring Festival. The scene on the train was just like the one described in the book. On the way, I also read poems such as My Sister’s Red Rain Shoes, My Sister’s Scarf, and Early Morning. I seemed to have embarked on a fantasy journey in the collection of poems.