I am busy
I am busy,
I am busy,
I am busy shaking up the torch,
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I am busy sculpting myself,
I am busy beating the marching drums and cymbals,
I am busy playing the reed flute welcoming the spring,
I I am busy taking pictures of happy forecasts,
I am busy gathering news of truth,
I am busy transplanting the tree of life into the jungle of fighting,
I am busy planting Fermented blood becomes the juice of love.
Until one day I die,
like a fish sleeping in a smiling pond,
I will turn off the lights and rest,
I , to have a beautiful completion,
Like a collection of poems;
And the earth that covers me,
is the cover of that collection of poems.
I am busy,
I am busy.
Fountain of Poems (Ten Poems)
1 Dusk
Miller’s evening bell on the wall was rung by my silence,
The Holy One who rode on a donkey to Jerusalem has not returned yet.
Ignore the cunning look of the lamp,
Please tell me: Who lit the first match?
Road 2
The wheels of the cart, the hooves of the horse, the flashing horn, the hunting flag,
The untired will is moving forward.
Why complain about those guilt-free shoes?
You! An extinguished torch, a fish in a dry pond.
3 Expectations
Each silver raindrop is a beating word,
The wildly igniting lightning is the title of a line of action.
Wake up from the threshold of the night, chase away the black cat of dreams,
Listen to the roaring thunder to report sunny news to me.
4 Clouds
Don’t walk on the roof of my blue sky anymore [
My pigeon once informed you: I am not a believer in the gallery school.
See how I abuse this shovel-shaped queen with a pencil sharpener,
You will understand: this season should allow the fruit to ripen quickly.
5 Summer
White hot. White hot. The voice of the pioneer calling.
Decline. decline. The weight of the love of the blood bearer.
When the phoenix is ??flying into the blazing fire,
Why do I still sleep in the shade of the cross to enjoy the coolness.
6 Birds
Fly into the poetry collection of the old Indian poet, jump on the palm of the Persian Queen,
What about me? Silence is like a mute, stupid and wingless.
Aristophane once brought his vision into the theater.
The country of France's penguins has no port for me to dock.
7 Diary
Yesterday, Tan. Closing the narrow door of the soul,
Schiller’s robber at the Night Banquet, Nietzsche’s Superman.
Today, it’s sunny. Keep your camera sharp and take pictures of Van Gogh's sunflowers and Rodin's spring.
8 Hunting
There are hunters with guns in the mountain villages,
Don’t let the owl laugh wildly.
There is a girl who sucks water in the desert.
Camel bell, please don’t tell me your loneliness and sorrow.
9 Confession
My faith cannot be imprisoned in the underground kiln of Zantigon
Only those who make counterfeit coins are always afraid of the sun.
On the Day of Judgment, the prodigal will return home.
If the wheat does not die, where will we harvest the grain?
10 Tears
The lullaby injected too much haziness into the veins at the cradle,
Until I woke up today, I realized that I had been abandoned by the sea. of shells.
Hands that have kissed the soil cannot hold the Song of Songs adorned with beads.
The fountain of this poem comes from the painful Nero.
Nostalgia
In the past, I was a king, happy and rich,
The princess next door was my beautiful wife.
We harvest pearls from sorghum, gems from corn, and the gold paper hanging on the old elm trees.
What now? Now I am broke.
Pop songs and neon lights make my mind anemic.
Standing on the streets of insanity,
I don’t know where to go.
The dying star
Gently, I want to gently
Cut it with a silver paper knife
The veins like blue rivers,
let melancholy and sadness
overflow angrily.
Looking at the dying stars,
I forgot the tears crawling on my face.
Flowers and Fruits
Flowers are silent music,
Fruits are the most moving books,
When they play in the spring, Published in autumn,
My days were mercilessly bitten and strangled by the gears of the timepiece;
My heart was scattered in the courtyard. fragments,
I sighed from the steps.
It is difficult to buy the Taiwanese version of Yang Huan’s poetry collection, so I chose some online to collect.
Little ants
We are a group of little workers who are not lazy
I can’t move my brother’s storybook
I can’t move my sister’s Huamaoxian
Let’s carry the little sister to eat the leftover cake crumbs
It’s raining
A little fungus held up the most beautiful umbrella for us
Crossing the river
There are petals that rocked the most stable boat for us
Little snails
I carried my Little house walking
I climbed the tree with my little house on my back
Slowly and slowly
Not in a hurry or panic
I travel with my little house on my back
Visit everywhere
Visit the sun that kisses the flowers and grass
I want to ask him:
Why didn’t he come and take a picture?
A wet and dirty place like the one I live in
Little Spider
Stick to the annoying pointed mouth of the little mosquito
Stick the little wings of the flying mosquito
Be careful, sister bee
Don’t fly here to give me food I send honey
The wind blows the fallen flowers onto my net
The dew hangs the pearls on my net
The most beautiful one
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Leaves are the cradle of small caterpillars.
Flowers are the sleeping beds of butterflies.
Every singing bird has a comfortable nest.
The hard-working ants and bees live in beautiful big dormitories,
The homes of crabs and small fish are in the blue river.
The boundless green wilderness is the home of grasshoppers and dragonflies.
Poor Feng has no home,
He can’t find a place to rest even if he runs around.
The drifting clouds have no home.
When the sky turns cloudy, I can’t help crying.
My little brother and sister are the happiest!
When I was born, my mother and father prepared a home for me.
I grew up peacefully at home.
Summer Night from Yang Huan's Poems
The butterflies and bees went home with the honey from the flowers.
The sheep team and the cattle said goodbye to the fields and went home,
The fiery sun is also rolling back home,
When the street lights turn on and I say good night to the village,
The summer night comes gently. .
Here it comes! Coming!
Climbing down the hillside gently.
Here it comes! Coming!
Climbing down gently from the top of the coconut tree.
The sky was filled with pearls and a big, bright silver coin.
Beautiful summer night! Cool summer night!
The chickens and ducklings slept in the pen.
After listening to the old grandmother’s story,
the little brother and sister also closed their eyes and went to sleep.
(The little sister dreamed that she turned into a butterfly and flew east and west in the big garden.
The little brother dreamed that he turned into a fish and swam in the blue sea. . )
Sleep! All asleep!
Hazy, the mountains fell asleep quietly!
Hazy, Tianye fell asleep quietly!
Only the pumpkin on the melon stand outside the window is still awake.
It stretches its vines and gently climbs up to the roof.
Only the green river is still awake,
Singing quietly across the small bridge across the bay.
Only the night breeze is still awake,
running out of the bamboo forest,
following the fireflies carrying lanterns,
in the beautiful summer Pleasant night trip.
Children's Poems from Yang Huan's Poetry Collection: Flowers
Ding ling ling, ding ling ling
The lily of the valley rings a string of small bells;
Woo-la-la, woo-la-la,
The morning glory blew a small trumpet,
There was drizzle washing the beautiful lilies,
There is a breeze giving hair to the white-headed dandelions,
There is a nightingale singing to the red roses,
There is an affectionate conversation between the sun and the carnation.
A bee introduces flowers and flowers to get married.
The family of flowers is the most beautiful and the largest!
Flowers are people’s best friends.
Flowers visit schools, hospitals, and every happy and warm home.
Flowers spread their fragrance all over the world.
Flowers bloom in China, Japan, the United States and Spain.
Yang Huan's Poetry Collection Fruits' Party
A sapphire blue night flows outside the window,
The moonlight as white as milk flows into the house,
The clock in the fruit shop struck twelve times.
The beautiful fruits all woke up together.
Invite Night Breeze to conduct the band of insects. Accompaniment,
This strange party started.
The first one is the alpine dance of Miss Banana and Miss Pineapple.
When they dance, their skirts flutter so long;
The next one is Mr. Longan. Let's do somersaults,
with a clapping sound;
Watermelon and sugar cane are so funny,
One team is fat and the other is thin, looking weird They play double act;
Mango and star fruit can only laugh,
keep shouting and clapping.
It was so fun to laugh and laugh,
Finally, there was a chorus of all the fruits,
They sang to wake up the sleeping night,
They sang to wake up the sleeping clouds.
They also sang to the beautiful morning.
They sang to the beautiful morning sun.
Little Paper Boat from Yang Huan's Poetry Collection
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Use your colorful crayons
to draw a little sailor wearing a white hat crookedly.
The little cricket is going to attend a concert,
will cross the river to sing;
the little ant misses his mother after a busy day,
Going across the river to get home.
Look, look, they are all waiting impatiently!
When Mr. Sun bids farewell to the day,
When Miss Yuncai’s face turns red from being kissed,
When the tadpole child wants to hide in Rest under the river bed and let your little paper boat sail!
Let it float across the bridge,
Let it float gently across the bridge,
Don’t wake up the sunset sleeping on the river.
Click quickly! Row quickly!
Be sure to warn your little sailor
Don’t stop the boat halfway,
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Pick the golden dandelion flowers.
You should know that at this time,
at the lively concert
the loud trumpet had already sounded once,
that is The little ant's mother
is also anxiously waiting for him to go back for dinner.
Wait for Sister Yue'er to look in the mirror at the river;
Wait for the stars to poke their heads out naughtily,
Wait for the night wind and the grass When whispering,
When the flowers have fallen asleep, and the insects have all fallen asleep,
it is time for the fireflies to come with their lanterns,
Let them greet your little paper boat and your faithful little sailor, and bend safely into the quiet little harbor covered with reeds!
Where is spring?
Spring is here!
Where is spring?
The younger brother couldn’t figure it out after thinking for a long time;
I stretched the line against the south wind, so I invited Kite to find out.
The seagull said: Traveling on the sea in a boat in spring,
Have you not heard the sailors singing to welcome spring?
The swallow said: Rest in the sky in spring,
Haven’t you seen the busy clouds,
Carefully wipe the sky so blue And so bright?
The sparrow said: Take a walk along the river in the fields in spring,
Haven’t you seen the earth wake up from hibernation,
combing through the forest? Hair, giving the wilderness new clothes?
The sun said: Spring burns in my heart,
Spring smiles on the faces of flowers,
Spring follows the children in games and classes in school ,
Spring accompanied the workers in the factory while singing and working,
Spring passed through every lively street,
Spring also walked in I walked down every dirty alley,
and climbed gently over the wall of your neighbor's house.
I also walked gently into your home.
The little brother said: Let spring live in my home!
I will give it the most delicious candies,
My mother will prepare the most comfortable wooden bed for her,
until she returns to the mainland. Go,
Let my parents take me back to my hometown with spring.
It’s raining
It’s raining,
The sun is afraid of getting wet and goes home for vacation,
The train is busy because it’s afraid of getting wet Driving to the station,
cars, bicycles and old oxcarts
were also busy rushing home,
poorly the tall telephone poles and Green mailbox,
Standing in the street unable to move in the rain,
Flowers and trees bowed their heads in tears,
Ducklings and goslings soaked in The happiest time was playing in the muddy water.
The sparrow hid in the nest and fell asleep.
The little sister was afraid of hearing the roaring thunder,
climbing into bed. They covered themselves with quilts and covered their ears tightly. Facing the wind and rain, only the brave petrels kept flying forward on the sea.
The poem of the forest
"The sun is good!
Good morning!"
Miss Magpie opened her eyes first,
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Open the green blinds,
to the sun that just came to work,
to the morning that just got up,
over and over again.
With dew on his head,
little fungi gathered from all directions,
formed into small teams,
Let Mr. Feng be the conductor and start doing gymnastics on the playground covered with wild flowers
Uncle Woodpecker is the most respected by everyone,
because he is a warm-hearted and good doctor,
he is busy from morning to night every day,
< < /p>He carefully inspected the old fir tree,
using his long, sharp and fast mouth.
Brother White Rabbit listens to his mother’s words the most.
When he got up early in the morning, he brushed his teeth and washed his long ears.
He is a hard-working little boy. A gardener,
is not lazy and loves to work.
He grows small flowers and grasses,
a patch of small bean sprouts and a patch of courgettes.
What he was most happy about was watching
the sown seeds turn into sprouts.
Thrush Girl is a little musician,
but she doesn’t want to hide at home and play the harmonica.
She is afraid that her friends living in the forest will be too Lonely,
I flew here and there to visit,
Let my friends sit down and rest after a hard day,
Listen to her singing some of the best songs in the world Nice song.
The fox and the wolf no longer do those bad things,
They are now good and affectionate neighbors,
a pair of good hard-working students,
They walk together and go to school together.
Teacher Bee teaches them singing and literacy.
The forest is their big classroom.
Owl has been wearing a pair of big glasses for many years.
You should know that he is the most knowledgeable old doctor.
He shuts himself up during the day. In the house,
read those thick volumes of hard-cover books,
I didn’t want to sleep at all at night,
kept looking at The moon and stars tell stories, and they laugh weirdly when they are happy.
Maomao is a good boy
Driving the golden chariot of the sun,
Holding the umbrella of the clouds,
Mr. Xia Tian travels to the world Coming.
Coming, coming,
Cicada was the first to notify the lovely children.
Coming, coming,
Nanfeng also told Basho, who was waving his fan.
Sunflower is really a big fool,
Summer is by his side,
He still asks the sun for news about summer every day.
The bees flew to the east and west naughtily,
As soon as they saw the flowers, they asked:
"The annoying summer is here again,
Do you know? ”
The morning glory already knows where summer comes from.
He is covered with makeup,
happy climbed out of the fence and waited to greet him.
Little Lotus watched the little fish hide and seek happily,
He was hiding by the river and just smiled quietly.
Xiaocao has the dewy quilt covered by Mother Moon.
Even on hot nights,
he can sleep peacefully.
Frogs are most afraid of heat.
They bulge their bellies and curse loudly all day long.
Mr. Xia Tian is Maomao’s good friend.
In the morning, all the good children woke up.
After washing their faces, they went for a walk in the park.
Mr. Xia Tian asked the little sparrow to be his messenger.
Gently call her back from her distant dream;
At night, the lights are all gone,
Fear Maomao looks at the dark room and wants to Afraid,
Mr. Xia Tian let the little bat act as a guard,
flying around without leaving her home.
Maomao is a good child.
She has a beautiful summer dress.
She has a paper fan and a red ice watermelon that her father bought for her. ,
There are kittens and puppies to play with her,
and many, many good friends.
Maomao is not afraid of the hot weather.
She is always so happy playing,
reading so hard and singing so loudly.
Go to school quickly
─Go to school quickly!
The little schoolbag looked anxiously at the sun rising higher and higher
─Go to school quickly!
The old alarm clock also shouted loudly.
Looking at the ceiling lazily,
The little brother pretended to be sick and didn't get up.
I covered my head and was about to go back to sleep,
Suddenly I heard them having a meeting:
My eyes said: Very good! I want to close the window and rest forever!
The ears said: Not bad! I want to lock the door and sleep all year long!
The nose said: Very good! I'm happy to have a long vacation!
Feet said: I never want to walk again!
Hand said: Then I will never want to work again!
The little brother panicked when he heard this, and
turned over and got up:
Okay! good! good!
You all should stop arguing.
I will be a good boy.
I will never be lazy again!
Beautiful Island
There is a blue sea with white spit,
guarded carefully and faithfully,
cold The ice and snow will never dare to come here.
There are green coconut trees with big palms outstretched
Tightly holding dear spring,
Beautiful flowers are always blooming in groups .
Here?
The children are as healthy as healthy cows,
Here?
The children are as happy as As happy as a lark.
Come and see!
Did my little sister dream about bananas and pineapples dancing in the street?
How about sleeping in mother’s arms
And smiling non-stop?
Do you know this? Where is it?
Tell you, her name is Taiwan,
It is the kingdom of sweet sugar,
It is as beautiful as a fairy tale, a beautiful treasure island.
Eyes
The little black cat has two big yellow eyes.
Walking on a moonless night,
the two The big eyes are its lights.
The little sparrow has the most flexible eyes,
flying happily,
finding the lonely child and singing the happiest song to him.
The little mouse only opens its eyes at night.
It dare not go out to bask in the sun and take a walk.
It always has to guard a dark and wet place. small soil cave.
Mom’s eyes are as warm and bright as the sun,
She looks at you with a smile, and she will always bless you,
because you are her most important person. Love baby.
Your eyes are windows,
open them to the bright and good sun!
Open up to the blue sky!
The best way to go is to go towards you.
It is also the best way to open up!
Don’t shout lazily when you see a book:
“Oh! My headache!”
Then close it tightly, like a closed clam shell.
Colorful Rainbow
After receiving the order of the Sun King’s general cleaning,
the little raindrops all sat on the flying dark clouds,
Race away from the palace in heaven.
They added enough water to the rice fields and creeks,
They washed the dirty valleys,
and then came to wash the scavengers again The city that can never be swept away has also washed away the sultry and dusty sky.
To reward them for their ability, the Sun King gave them a beautiful long ribbon,
which hung in the bright sky after the rain.
A colorful rainbow of red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue and purple.
The Song of Soap
Children, you must know me,
Say that I am a good piece of soap.
I am not like those colorful soaps,
put in the noble windows of big department stores,
born,
I was put into a large rough wooden box by the workers.
But I am very happy and I am also very proud.
I am willing to help your mother work hard to wash clothes,
I am more willing to follow you and happily blow bubbles.
Come, let’s be good friends!
Let me wash your dark and dirty little hands every day,
I am happy to see you wearing them
Wash them clean and beautiful Clothes
Go to school!
The kingdom in fairy tales
The little brother rode a white horse to the kingdom of fairy tales,
The little brother rode a white horse to the kingdom of fairy tales,
Mom can't keep him,
Dad can't keep him either,
It's the little brother's favorite story,
and his favorite Even the small trumpet can't keep him.
The woodpecker knew it and gave it to his little brother very early
Knocked open the two doors of the Gold and Silver City;
The Mouse King knew it,
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Put on a new dress very early,
Welcome him under the big golden sunflower!
Ah! Lively days,
happy days,
the day when the beautiful mouse princess gets married.
(The clear blue sky is also sparkling blue,
It couldn’t be bluer!)
Mr. Sun holds the golden cane,
Come to the wedding of the mouse king’s daughter.
Grandma Feng waved her fan and
also hurried over.
─So many guests!
Only the little brother is alone,
riding a beautiful little white horse.
The beautiful princess blushed and treated the guests to wine.
The beautiful princess blushed and danced with the guests.
The guests were so happy that they went crazy.
The Mouse King’s face is about to burst into laughter.
(Really, this happy kingdom is full of happy flowers!)
What the drunken guest presented to the princess was——
A hat with A crown made of colorful clouds.
Mr. Sun is a wise old gentleman,
he gave a string of stars as a gift,
─the pearl-like stars are perfect for setting in the crown Come on.
Grandma Feng gave the princess a comb made of honey.
It is good for combing the princess's long black hair.
What should the little brother give her?
Little brother, give her a doll!
Two young white rabbits carried a red gauze sedan chair,
A team of weaver girls’ trumpeters,
A team of ant flag soldiers ,
Gone far, gone far
The mouse princess married from Gold and Silver City to Baihua City.
I heard that the princess’s son-in-law,
is a beautiful and decent rooster with a red crown.
The night is so quiet and deep!
The guests were too drunk to walk.
The little brother’s eyes are so small that there is only a slit left.
The little brother is going to sleep.
Little brother! Little brother!
Mom and dad are calling you!
Little brother! Little brother!
Your loudspeaker is so anxious that you are going to cry!
Little brother, go back quickly!
If you are afraid of walking at night,
Fireflies will carry lanterns to take you home.
Give the candy that kind-hearted Granny Feng gave you
Leave it for your little sister;
Give the Mouse King to your cradle
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just give it to your little lover who loves you the most.
Flowers and Fruits
Flowers are silent music,
Fruits are the most moving books,
When they play in the spring, Published in autumn,
My days were mercilessly bitten and strangled by the gears of the timepiece;
My heart was scattered in the courtyard. fragments,
my sigh sounded from the steps