Modern poetry describing children's innocence and loveliness

1, 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,

The spray splashed to my height.

He shouted; "Sister, be careful, slip!"

Said he slipped!

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,

Followed by mud pants,

She bit her lip.

Carrying a skirt

Run gently and carefully,

I wish I could.

What a beautiful fall!

2. Insects and birds

Author: 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.

3. Little fairy tales

Author: 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:

How I want to grow up like a tree.

4. Children's hearts

Author: Zhang Ren

Children's hearts

This is a clear stream.

Visible bottom.

A stone with a smooth surface

Visible in water.

Swimming fish

Children's hearts

This is transparent glass.

The opposite thing

Can see clearly.

As if there were no such thing.

Anything isolated

I hope people's hearts

It will always be there.

A clear stream

I hope people's hearts

It will always be there.

clear glass

5. "Guo Guo is a blind mother-in-law"

Author: Teng

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 ...