Source: China Children's Literature Network Time: July 2004-19 16: 23: 02.
Author: Bingjun Liu
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. "
(Original Children's Literature 1982 No.2)
Dandelion doesn't say a word (group poem)
Source: China Children's Literature Network Time: 2005 10/June12: 16.
Author: Wei Ya
Dandelion didn't say a word
That's far, far away
That's close. That's close.
White floc after floc.
Rongrong is light and naughty.
Oh, this is
Dandelion's flower season
flying all over the sky
Left her footprints.
Dyed her eyelashes.
Touched my nose
Still holding my skirt.
Never leave.
This fluffy ball
This white miracle
Are you lovesick in midsummer?
Or the memory of winter?
Dandelion didn't say a word
Blink.
Intimate with me
Old trees through the green forest
Tonight in the wind
There is a smell of grass coming.
The moon hides behind the clouds.
I can't see the path of the distant mountain.
Small animals in the forest
Will they all fall asleep?
On the green grass slope
Is it ... or not
Another mushroom is in bloom.
Mushrooms have small round heads.
Leaning against the tree with an umbrella
Nodded, giving off a fragrance.
Wave as if to say
Would you like to go hiking with me?
Clouds spit out moonlight.
Illuminate tall buildings
Mom, if I take a small umbrella,
Old trees through the green forest
Yes or no
Turn into mushrooms.
Open my little blue umbrella
The wind is blowing and the fog is coming.
It's raining outside the window
Don't be afraid, don't worry.
Open my little blue umbrella
Wow, another blue sky.
In the blue sky, there is one.
Clouds and smoke
Lantianxia
Have my happy smiling face
The rain outside the umbrella is like an arrow.
ticking sound
It seems that someone is speaking in class.
Under the umbrella, my heart is like a clear spring.
a bitter quarrel
Sing a song
Hey, I don't know.
When has the rain stopped?
The little sparrow is standing on the branch.
Everyone is afraid of winter.
Say it's cold in winter
Sparrows say no
On the bare branches
Recite a poem
Everyone says winter is ugly.
Lonely but not green.
The little sparrow is standing on the branch.
Lonely old tree
Add a piece.
Flying leaves
Can you wait at the window?
Winter hasn't come yet.
The swallow is leaving.
Standing at the window screaming.
Makes me feel bad.
Swallow, do you want to emigrate?
When will it flow back?
You should follow your mother well.
Don't get lost, don't worry me.
Swallows are still chirping.
As if to say
She must catch up in spring.
Only then.
Will I?
Still waiting at the window
(Original Children's Literature 1999 No.2)