I'm busy,
I'm busy,
I was busy shaking the torch,
I'm busy shaping myself,
I'm busy moving drums and cymbals,
I am busy playing the reed flute for the Spring Festival.
I'm busy making happiness predictions,
I'm busy interviewing the truth,
I'm busy transplanting the tree of life to the battlefield,
I am busy turning fermented blood into the juice of love.
Until one day I died,
Like the tail color of sleeping in a smiling pond,
I'll turn off the lights and rest,
I just had a beautiful finish,
For example, a book of poems;
Cover my land,
This is the cover of that book of poems.
I'm busy,
I'm busy.
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The Source of Poetry (Ten Poems)
1 dusk
My silence rang Miller's late bell on the wall,
The holy one who rode on a donkey to Jerusalem has not returned yet.
Ignore the sly look of that lamp,
Please tell me: Who lit the first match?
2 road
Wheels, horseshoes, flashing horns, hunting flags,
The will not tired is forward.
Why complain about innocent shoes?
You ah! A burnt-out torch dried the fish in the pond.
3 expectation
Every silver raindrop is a beating word,
Crazy lightning is the headline of a group of people.
Wake up from the threshold of the night and turn off the black cat of dreams.
Listen to the rolling thunder and report the sunshine news for me.
Four clouds
Don't walk in my blue sky again
My pigeon once told you: I am not a believer in art gallery school.
See how I abuse the queen with a pencil sharpener,
You will understand that this season should make the fruit ripen quickly.
5 summer
White heat. White heat. The voice of the pioneer.
Falling. Falling. The weight of blood clan love.
When the phoenix flies into the blazing fire,
Why, I have to sleep in the shade of the cross to enjoy the cool.
Six birds
Fly into the poems of old Indian poets, jump into the palm of the Persian queen,
What about me? Silence is like a mute, stupid and wingless.
Aristophanes once brought his ideas into the theater,
There is no port for me in Penguin Country of France.
7 diaries
Yesterday, Tan. Close the narrow door of the soul,
Schiller's robber, Nietzsche's superman.
Today, the sun is shining. Polish the eyes of the camera,
Shoot van Gogh? Chrysanthemum sunflower, Rodin's spring.
8 lies
There are hunters with guns in the mountain village.
Owl, don't laugh.
Some girls suck water in the desert,
Camel bell, please don't tell your loneliness and sadness.
9 confession
My faith can't be imprisoned in an underground kiln in Zantigan.
Counterfeiters are always afraid of the sun.
On judgment day, the prodigal son climbed home,
If the wheat doesn't die, where can we collect the land and grain?
10 tears
The lullaby injected too much mist into the blood vessels in the cradle.
I woke up today and realized that I was a shell abandoned by the sea.
A hand that kisses the earth cannot hold an elegant song decorated with pearls.
The source of this poem comes from the painful Nile.
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homesickness
In the past, I was a king, happy and rich.
The princess next door is my beautiful wife.
We harvest the pearls of sorghum and the gems of corn.
And gold paper hanging on the old elm tree.
What about now? Now I'm broke.
Pop songs and neon lights make my brain anemic.
Standing on the crazy street,
I don't know where to go.
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Hanging stars
Gently, I want to gently
With a silver paper cutter
Cut the veins of the blue river,
Let melancholy and sadness
Full of anger.
Facing a dying star,
I forgot the tears on my face.
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Flowers and fruits
Flowers are silent music,
Fruit is the most touching book,
When they play in spring and publish in autumn,
My days are timed by a timer,
Bite and wring mercilessly;
Fragments of my heart are scattered in court,
My sigh rang out from under the steps.
[Modern Poetry] Children's Day, Children's Affairs
First, water the flowers.
Sprinkle drizzle on the budding flowers
You can harvest a delicious rainbow.
Don't yearn for heaven
Every creature that dances on the stamens has wings.
Second, plant trees.
Shy saplings
Let's grow taller together.
Let the blue sky open the quilt of white clouds and birds.
Let the dawn sing green songs on the branches
Third, sweep the floor.
Autumn wind swept the leaves under the tree.
The shuttlecock tied with colored velvet rope kicked on the branches of chrysanthemum.
When the snow is in full bloom
Footprints have quietly grown on the shoulders of the road.
Fourth, clean the windows.
beat
Is not the fundamental way to purify the sky.
Small hands open the warmth of the wind.
A sunny and transparent childhood.
Little fairy tale
Tan xudong
1. Birds in spring
Spring bird is a good partner of Golden Voice.
Every morning.
Wake me up from my dream.
Mom said that the birds in spring are calling me.
She asked me to go to the big forest with her.
Listen to the moving chorus of nature
2. Bamboo shoots
calmly
Arch out of the ground
I want to inquire about it
In spring
The secret of tree green
The news of flowers blooming
3.pomegranate
Pomegranate blossoms.
Aunt Xia tied it.
A bright bow
Pomegranate fruit is ripe
It's Qiu's mother shaking it.
Harvest Kurenai Rin
4. straw hat
A small hole in the straw hat
I gave sunshine.
An open door
Look, the sun is setting.
They stepped on my shadow playfully.
Their footprints were left on my shadow.
seed
Spring has come.
The weather is very warm.
Come out quickly.
Bud bud
Don't just show your head.
How beautiful it is outside the bark.
Come out quickly.
The sun will give you
Put on green clothes
Spring breeze will give you.
Sweet dew
6. fishing fire
The night is quiet.
river water
He's a good boy.
Listen to Mother Moon.
go to bed
The fisherman lit the fishing fire.
river water
It's like opening your eyes
talk/speak in one's sleep
Little fairy tale
Shao Yanxiang
To the south of the clouds,
That distant place,
A group of leaves said:
We want to be as open as flowers.
A group of flowers said:
We want to fly like birds.
A group of peacocks said:
We want to grow like trees.
Insects and birds
Lan Shu
Wash mom's socks.
One was caught on the rope.
The rope became a polypod.
Crawl in the sun
I washed my sister's handkerchief.
One was caught on the rope.
The rope turned into a flock of egrets flying in the breeze.
Teng's children's poems
Slugs for blind mother-in-law
I am glad to catch it back.
A green slug,
I gave it to you with great joy.
Neighbor's blind mother-in-law
Mother-in-law,
This is a singing slug.
When I was at school,
So it can sing for you and for me.
Singing will take you into Shan Ye,
Watching the clear waves roll in the stream,
Smell the fragrance of mountain flowers,
Hear the birds sing together.
Mother-in-law,
This is a singing slug.
Listen, how well it sings,
Fruit, fruit, fruit, fruit ...
Childhood photo album (album)
Dad has a childhood photo album.
There are pictures of his childhood in it.
Ha, these photos are really funny.
I didn't expect dad to be naughty and fun.
You saw him riding on a wooden horse,
A telescope hanging on your chest,
A small pistol is pinned behind the waist,
That looks like a general.
The most interesting thing is this,
Dad is wearing a gown and shaking a small fan.
The nose is upturned badly,
I am telling a short cross talk to my classmates.
That is more interesting,
Dad cooks for everyone on the beach.
Huahua wipes his face,
There are also big holes in the cuffs.
Ah, I really envy dad,
Have a happy childhood,
This album of childhood photos,
Stay with him forever.
I'd rather dad,
Give me a childhood,
Let me leave this book,
To see the spring outside the window.
Then take some color photos,
Put it in the childhood photo album,
When I grow up,
Let childhood stay with you.
[Editor's note: "photo album", English: photo album, Esperanto: fotoalbumo, why do we use the word "foto album" internationally? This is because: 1/ Writing photos as "foto" is more in line with the principle of reading and writing, and Esperanto, Spanish and Portuguese are also written as "foto"; 2/ The album is written in English, French, German, Spanish and Indonesian]
In front of the window, there is a lilac.
The road twists and turns.
Walking into the dense green courtyard,
We put a clove,
Plant it in the teacher's window.
Teacher, teacher,
Let its green branches and leaves,
Put your hand in your window,
Stay with you every night.
Listen, listen,
Green leaves rustle in the wind,
That was when we were in song for you,
Help you get rid of the fatigue of the day.
You see, you see,
A tree full of flowers,
That's our smiling face,
Thank you for always supporting us.
It's late at night, and the stars are sleepy and blink.
Teacher, put down the lesson plan quickly.
Let the flowers float into your dreams,
That dream must be sweet and fragrant.
Fourteen years old, blue harbor
Life is a long river,
Fourteen years old is blue harbor,
There is a great impulse,
There are also thinking waves.
There is love, but hazy.
I don't understand, but I know one thing,
Like a river in the morning fog,
I can see it, but it's hard to tell.
I have a lot on my face,
If you have words, you won't spin on the tip of your tongue.
Innocence jumps like waves,
Never know what sadness is.
Say that boys are brave and brave,
Even if the bullet flies, it doesn't blink;
It is really timid to say that girls are timid.
I saw the bean worm jump far away.
I hope there are more exclamation points,
Let adults sit up and take notice,
But the question mark in my mind can't be pulled straight.
Weird questions often embarrass teachers.
You talk about ideals, he talks about ideals,
Ideals are constantly changing like the tide,
You want to be a hero, and he wants to be a hero,
I often take risks to be a hero.
Ah, fourteen years old, blue harbor,
Fourteen years old, ideal heaven,
Start the ship of life from here,
The morning glow weaves a wonderful wreath for them.
There are a pair of swans by the lake.
Fly in the blue sky
A pair of snow-white swans;
There are waves in the lake.
Two beautiful clouds.
Clouds carry swans,
Swans hold clouds,
Gently, gently landed on the lake.
Swan dances to the music,
Shake your slender and beautiful long neck,
Round bright eyes shining,
Looking around for what?
Bird people giggled,
Swan also sang a happy song.
Time carving knife
What time is it?
This is a meat cleaver.
Carved with minutes,
Leave a mark on everyone.
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Give the baby legs,
Carve two wind wheels,
Make him taller every day,
Run away with a smile.
Give the students two eyes,
Carve a question mark like a small ear,
Let his bushy eyebrows,
Thinking and seeking knowledge.
Give big brother a chin,
Carve a black leek,
Let his rough throat,
Sing the pride of youth.
For the sake of grandparents' face,
Carve a beautiful stick,
Let them in the red sunset,
Play sweet songs.
Ah, this invisible meat cleaver,
Hard work, not bad,
It doesn't favor anyone,
Always so fair.
It's for children who don't value time,
Carve a stupid turtle,
With a heavy sigh,
It's painful to climb behind.
It gives hard-working children,
Carve a red horse,
Every day, my hooves fly,
Run ahead of others.
It has made great contributions to people,
Carve a universal passport,
No matter where you go,
You will see a spring-like smile.
It gives people who have accomplished nothing,
Carve a life certificate,
Although he is still young,
But I'm too old to be old.
This time it's a meat cleaver,
That's it. Unbridled.
It tests everyone's attitude towards time,
Whether you are old or young.
I want everyone,
With the meat cleaver of time,
Carve for yourself
The pride of life.
Mom is a big tree.
Mom is a big tree,
I am a bird in the tree,
Every day, beside my mother,
Jumping and jumping for joy.
It was very hot, and my mother gave me shade.
Green leaves shake hypnotic tunes;
It was cold, and my mother hugged me tightly.
Snowflakes compose songs of spring.
Ah, mom,
No matter where you fly in the future,
I will never forget,
This green forest.
Mom is a fertile soil,
I am a small sapling,
Fertile soil nourishes me,
Let me get taller every day.
Mother's love,
Give me a green life,
Give me the realm of life,
Mature laughter.
Ah, mom,
I am like an ear of wheat,
With a heavy salute,
Thank you for your contribution to parenting.
Mom is a blue harbor,
I'm a sailboat far from the port,
With your blessings and expectations,
Pave the way for me.
I know, there will be one ahead.
Keywords rapids, reefs, storms,
Mom's harbor,
Will hold me in your arms at any time.
Ah, mom,
No matter what kind of stormy waves you encounter,
I am determined to run towards my goal,
There will never be any wavering.
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.
Ah,/kloc-the flower season of 0/2 years old,
Colorful flowers and rain are flowing,
Everyone wants to have it.
A world of your own.
The girl kept a secret.
Quietly locked into the drawer;
The boy is outspoken,
Let the cat out of the bag.
They want to be scientists, writers and general managers.
Want to be a diplomat and a president. ...
Say that in ten or eight years,
The world belongs to them.
He also said that if he didn't study hard today,
What motherland to build when you grow up;
Without a good body,
How to carry a burden in the future!
They use hard work, sweat,
Dye the beautiful flower season red,
Guided by the spirit of Lei Feng and Lai Ning,
Create a shining self.
Ah, 12 years old, colorful flower season,
Full of deep poetry and painting.
/kloc-teenagers aged 0/2,
They spread their wings from here!
What is a good boy?
Every child,
Everyone wants to be a good boy,
Let adults boast:
"This child is really good!"
But what is a good boy?
How can people praise it?
Every little flower in the mountains,
Are all the wells fragrant and beautiful?
On this issue,
How many children think,
Let's use a mirror,
Come and take a picture of yourself.
one
A good boy is a bird,
Always want to fly high,
Practice hard wings every day,
Constantly plump your feathers.
A good boy is a small tree,
People are welcome to cut branches,
Bathed in the bright sunshine,
Jump up hard.
A good boy is a small river,
Persevere in the face of setbacks,
In order to join the singing of the sea,
All I know is to fly forward bravely.
A good boy is a red sunrise,
Embrace the blue sky tightly,
With your own beauty,
Add luster to the red scarf.
Oh, good boy,
Always keep your motherland in your heart,
Always follow the requirements of the party,
Create your own image.
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Good boy's eyes,
With a hundred thousand, why,
Crescent-shaped mouth,
I often ask adults.
Good boy's brain,
Will produce thousands of strange phenomena,
Always trying to put these strange,
Into the beauty of reality.
Good boy's hand,
There will be many new tricks,
You can make a broken alarm clock,
Sing another nice little song.
Sometimes, a good boy will pat his head:
"Wow, this question is too difficult, too difficult!"
But it never stopped.
Climb your feet.
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Good boy's face,
With a flower-like smile,
Bright love,
Transparent enough for anyone to see.
In order to help others,
How many times have I given up holiday play,
With sincerity and enthusiasm,
Build a colorful bridge connecting hearts.
A good boy is the most honest,
Never do a thing to your face and do a thing behind your back.
Say what you think,
I can't sing anything I want.
A good boy is the most modest,
Like a small lake in the mountains, it never shows off the blue waves.
Even if you do something great,
He always said, "This is the credit of everyone!"