Three very young children,
A row sat by the ditch beside the tree,
Look at each other with a smile-wait.
Clap your hands and sing alone,
Two people also hurriedly clap your hands to sing;
It stopped again—
Still smile at each other-wait.
The streets are covered with dust,
Pedestrians are woven,
They created their own natural world!
Just three ordinary children,
But it won me three comments.
2. Paper boats
I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper.
Save it forever.-Save it,
Folding into a very small boat,
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I still fold every day and never give up.
I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go.
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wanshui Qian Shan, please let it go home with her love and sorrow!
3. Letter from Little White Dove
Grandpa Tagore has been to your capital Beijing,
He said he left his heart there.
There are many enthusiastic friends from China here.
They are all talking about unity, friendship and peace.
How much I want to visit you in China,
I know you also want to visit me in India.
But mom said we were all children,
Children can't travel far and travel by themselves.
Now I invite the little white dove.
Send you a bunch of red garlands,
Please let it, too
Bring me a red scarf.
Although we can't meet, shake hands and talk yet,
But these two red gifts
Will tell us our kindness and affection!
4. Mother of the Paper Delivery Boat
Author: Bing Xin
I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper. I kept it.-keep it.
Fold it into a boat and throw it into the sea.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck to the bow.
I still keep folding them up every day, hoping that one of them can only flow where I want it to go.
Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.
This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wanshui Qian Shan, please let it go home with her love and sorrow!
5. Chronicle-My Brother's Ice Season
With a slingshot in his right hand and a clay pill in his left-
Sit with your back against the post and your feet straight.
Black eyes looking up at the sky,
Peeking at the flower stand
Crow stealing grapes?
However, murder is full of love!
I suddenly saw it from the window,
I'm not cold,
Tears of love
It's on my cheek!