There was a hot, hot night,
I woke up from a dream,
Mom is giving me a fan,
Sweat soaked her clothes.
Ah! Motherly love is a cool wind.
It was a cold rainy day,
Mom picked me up from school,
An umbrella covered my head,
The rain hit my mother.
Ah, maternal love is an umbrella to keep out the rain.
Once I got sick,
My mother took me to the hospital.
Touching my hot forehead,
Mother cried anxiously.
Ah, maternal love is a tear.
One day, I broke the thermos,
Lying to mom again,
My mother's criticism made me blush,
I dare not look up into her eyes.
Ah, maternal love is a reproachful look.
Once the teacher asked to use the word "most" to make a sentence.
I said, "I love my mother the most."
My mother told me, "What we should love most is our motherland.
The motherland is the mother of all of us. "
Yuki Onna
As white as jade,
Float as lightly as goose feathers.
One, two, ten million,
Like pear blossoms in spring.
Me-Snowflake,
It comes from the boundless sky.
Wearing a silver skirt,
Start walking: rustling, rustling ...
Someone compared me to grandpa with a white beard,
Holding a magical treasure chest in my arms.
Then I gently pulled it open with my hand,
The world has become a silver world.
Actually, I don't have this magic at all,
This is a fairy tale that has been deliberately exaggerated.
I'm just a little girl who works hard,
Full of enthusiasm for work. Spicy!
I travel to the north every year,
Travel across plains, fertile fields, ravines and rivers. ...
The colder the place, the more I like it.
I am afraid of the tropics.
Plum blossoms smile when they see me.
The dimples on the face overflow with rosy clouds.
I sent a soft quilt to Mai Miao.
Let it present a shining golden pagoda next spring.
I hate pests in the field,
They do evil and destroy crops.
Blowing cold air froze them to death,
Bad guys should be severely punished!
I'm in the vast forest,
Draw a map of the frontier of Beifang Zhang at once.
Thousands of miles of snow, red stars shine,
The beat of horses' hooves on patrol aroused silver waves.
I walked to the wide river dam,
Knock on their windows.
See if the fish under the ice can swim,
Have a look at the frogs sleeping in winter?
I quietly came to the school playground,
Play with the children after class.
They put skis, piled snow arhats,
They were soaked with sweat one by one.
At night, I am not afraid of fatigue.
Running under the shiny glass window.
Watching the children turn over the pages,
Prepare to cultivate scientific sharing.
Suddenly, there are two red scarves.
I came in a hurry.
They are cautious again.
Put me under the microscope:
"Come and observe, observe,
How beautiful and poetic!
I bet this hexagonal crystal,
This is the strangest flower in the world! "
"I heard that the snow on Mars is red.
Snowflakes will surely fall like peach blossoms.
If the farmland is irrigated with snow water,
Red waves are better than rosy clouds. "
"When I grow up, I'm going to snowmelt on the iceberg to generate electricity.
Transform deserts and canyons with snow.
Invite this lovely little girl,
But also to build our great country! "
I was happy when I heard it,
May the sunshine melt you.
Into crystal drops,
To dye the green hills, to urge the flowers to bloom!