Children's poetry: 12 years old, colorful flower season.

Like a colorful wind,

Like colorful rain,

Delicious, moist,

Ah, 12 years old, colorful flower season.

Keep coming to my mind.

Strange questions;

Eyes full of

Interesting magic tricks.

It's obviously a trolley bus,

They say it's an aunt with long braids;

This is obviously a TV tower.

Said he was a powerful magician.

They are often whimsical,

Think of heaven, think of the sea, think of the ground,

The boy said, "One day I will fly to Mars.

See if there is water and air there. "

The girl said, "I'm going to put the little match girl,

Please come back from the sky,

Let her settle in China,

There are endless roast geese and roast chicken every day. "

12 year old boy,

Always wanted to be a hero like Lai Ning,

But complaining that there is no mountain fire,

No gangsters attacked.

Sometimes, I want to be like my brother.

Handsome and eye-catching,

Let the girl also praise "really handsome",

Let the adults say that he skinned the child.

Play football, try to be a center,

Hold a squadron meeting and strive to be the host,

The boy said, "I dare not go forward.

There will be no future. "

Girls are more realistic than boys,

Start with small things every day.

They said, "The little sun is about to glow.

Send warmth to everyone's heart. "

Help my mother wash clothes, wash dishes and sweep the floor at home.

Dad caught a cold and quickly took out the thermometer;

Outside, helping others,

I also sent the saved change to the disaster area.

Girls also want to dress themselves up,

Let the boys say "it's beautiful",

Walking into the store, my eyes are like butterflies.

Flying around on flowered clothes.