I want to be a bird,
Fly high,
Playing with the sun,
Fly higher.
I want to be a rocket,
Fly high,
To see all kinds of planets,
Fly higher.
After the rain
Author: Bing Xin
The green treetops are shining with golden light,
The square has become an ocean!
A group of barefoot children are in the water,
Happy as a fairy.
Little brother stepped on the water hard,
How high is the splash?
He shouted: "Sister, be careful, slip!"
He just ran away!
He patted his muddy pants,
He said, "Shit, shit!"
And his happy red face,
But it exudes excitement and pride.
My little sister has two short pigtails,
Follow these muddy pants closely,
She bit her lip,
Grab the skirt,
Run gently and carefully,
I wish I could.
What a beautiful fall!
1June 23, 959
I guess
Author Gao Hongbo
I want to put my little hand
Put it on the peach branch.
With a bunch of buds,
Holding thousands of rays of sunshine,
Yo, yo-
Sing the songs of spring.
I want to put my feet
Connected with willow roots.
Reaching out to the wet and soft land,
Absorb sweet nutrition,
For a long time-
Grow into a green tent.
I want to put my eyes
On the kite.
Look how soft the white clouds are,
Look at the sun, how bright,
Listen, listen-
Blue sky is my classroom.
I want to put myself
Plant it on the land in spring.
Turn into green and bright grass,
Turn into a small flower and bloom beautifully.
Into catkins and dandelions,
This is my greatest wish.
I can fly, fly-
Fly to distant places.
However, flying to distant places,
I must discuss it with my parents. ...
1[ bud]
This park is full of colors.
Blooming flowers
This is a beautiful drive.
In every gentle smile
Have the shadow of a child
2[ wings]
That little heart with wings
I can't wait to fly into space.
because
Stars in the night sky
Blinking is tempting.
Want to pick a full one?
flower basket
For teachers and children.
3 [excited eyes]
In the days of flowers and noise
June bid farewell to the season of spring breeze.
Clear and transparent
The opening of pure mind
Jade curtains slowly opened.
Little angel with makeup on the stage
Let the baby talk in detail.
The tree is full of brilliant stories.
The sky is as blue as water.
Who used a wet red handkerchief?
Cover your excited eyes.
4 【 Children's Day Park 】
Flowers bloom, laughter is sweet,
The noodles in June are fragrant.
White ducks swim in clear water,
Shuang Mu paddles and swings to draw a boat.
Chang 'e envies Children's Day,
Weaver girl is too lazy to be a fairy.
Who is in charge of Yaotai?
Xin Lei in her childhood.
5[ Children]
We are the rising sun in Ran Ran,
Tomorrow my heart will be higher than the sky,
Today we are a trickle,
Tomorrow will become a big river,
Roar and Roar Today, we are young eagles leaving the nest.
It will fly high tomorrow.
Today we are flowers in bud,
Tomorrow will be colorful,
Especially enchanting.
We are who we are,
The red scarf burns on the chest.
Please see you tomorrow.
We will lift this mountain,
Stir the river,
Hold up the modern motherland,
Fly to the golden goal ...
6 【 Poem dedicated to Children's Day on June 1st 】
Buds are your years.
Wrapped in green leaves
Jiao zhi jiao
Like a smile in my sleep.
Spring is your festival.
Singing is full of your schoolbag.
Just take out a song and say it.
Jump, jump
Prosperity is your waiting.
When you can control the world.
Colorful dreams
Will come true with your creation.
Ah, you are the earliest festival of mankind.
It is also the most permanent expectation of mankind.
You are the earliest enlightenment of mankind.
This is the greatest hope of mankind.
7 [childhood]
Under the banyan tree by the pond, cicadas are shouting summer.
Only butterflies are still on the swing beside the playground.
The teacher's chalk on the blackboard is still chirping and writing hard.
Waiting for class, waiting for school, waiting for childhood games.
There is everything in the welfare society, except that there is not a dime in the pocket.
Who robbed the sword, Zhuge Shiro or the Devil Party?
Why haven't the girls in the next class passed my window yet?
Snacks in my mouth, cartoons in my hand, my first childhood.
I always wait until I go to bed to know that I have only done a little homework.
I always wait until I finish the exam to know that I haven't finished all the books I should read.
An inch of time is an inch of gold. The teacher said that an inch of gold can't buy an inch of time.
Day after day, year after year, a daze childhood.
Someone knows why the sun always goes down to the other side of the mountain.
No one can tell me whether there are immortals living in the mountains.
How many days always a person staring at the sky in a daze.
So curious, so fantasizing about such a lonely childhood.
Dragonflies fly over the green rice fields in the sun.
Neither watercolor crayons nor kaleidoscopes can draw a rainbow on the horizon.
When can I have a face as mature and grown up as my seniors?
Looking forward to holidays, looking forward to tomorrow, looking forward to growth.
Day after day, year after year, looking forward to growing up.