Bing Xin's modern children's poem 1 is written for a child in Xihongmen Township.
Remember? On that day,
After the celebration,
You are all sitting in front of the stage—
Beijing opera is on the stage.
The actress is full of jewels,
Dressed like a fairy;
She waved gently and walked gently,
Step by step with beautiful silk thread. There are thousands of small mirrors,
How can it shine like this? "
I care about your red scarf reservoir,
Ask you, "When will it be finished?" Two meters wide;
You have no idea how happy we are!
Our school dispatches 400 people every day.
There are 300 red scarves in the city every day.
There are many people, but tools are difficult.
We had to carry an earthen basket by two people!
It will be excavated in March and April,
Please be sure to visit. "
Fly to the sky of the motherland.
I have to look under the window,
Looking for land in Xihongmen Township,
Looking for this shiny little mirror,
Celebrate your success in heaven!
There are many red scarf reservoirs!
But I'll be happier:
Tens of millions of little hands across the country,
In the vast fields of the motherland,
Digging thousands of red scarf reservoirs,
From the air, it looks like
Thousands of glittering and translucent mirrors!
I want to point out to the people on the plane,
Invite them all to watch,
Seeing the children sweating hard,
What a beautiful corolla of the motherland!
Modern Poems Written by Bing Xin for Children 2 Paper Boat
I never throw away a piece of paper,
Save it forever.-save it.
Fold into a boat,
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I still don't give up and fold every day.
I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go.
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wan Shui Qian Shan, please carry her love.
And sadness.
A Review of Bingxin's Children's Modern Poetry (Ⅲ)
Three very young children,
A row sat by the ditch beside the tree.
Look at each other with a smile-wait.
Clap your hands and sing alone,
Two people also hurriedly clap your hands to sing;
It stopped again—
Still smile at each other-wait.
The streets are covered with dust,
Pedestrians are woven,
They created their own natural world!
Just three ordinary children,
But it won me three comments.
Four Chronicles of Bing Xin's Modern Children's Poems —— Brother's Ice Season
With a slingshot in his right hand and a clay pill in his left-
Sit with your back against the post and your feet straight.
Black eyes looking up at the sky,
It's on the flower stand.
Crow stealing grapes?
However, murder is full of love!
I suddenly saw it from the window,
I'm not cold,
Tears of love
It's on my cheek!
The modern poems written by Bing Xin for children are lovely.
Except for the universe,
The loveliest is the only child.
Don't even think about talking to him,
There is no need to be reserved.
Looking up and joking,
Lower your head to get water.
You can think deeply,
A little embarrassment is a good thing;
Donkey back mountain, under the city gate,
When I look back,
Always lively,
Smiling.
Bing Xin's modern poem Six Letters from Little Pigeon for Children
Grandpa Tagore has been to your capital Beijing,
He said he left his heart there.
There are many enthusiastic friends from China here.
They are all talking about unity, friendship and peace.
How much I want to visit you in China,
I know you also want to visit me in India.
But mom said we were all children,
Children can't travel far and travel by themselves.
Now I invite the little white dove.
Send you a bunch of red garlands,
Please let it, too
Bring me a red scarf.
Although we can't meet, shake hands and talk yet,
But these two red gifts
Will tell us our kindness and affection!
Modern poem written by Bing Xin for children 7 Don't step on this flower.
Listen, kid,
At your feet,
A little yellow flower.
We all walk around it,
Don't step on this flower!
One day last year:
The autumn sky is clear,
The autumn wind is cool,
Its mother dresses it.
A fluffy coat,
Like a parachute,
Take it to the side of the road
When it snows in winter, cover it with thick cotton-padded clothes.
It lies quietly,
Waiting for the news of spring.
On this day, the weather was wet,
It smells the fragrance of the earth;
It stood up happily,
Spread its golden wings.
You see, how brave this is,
Settle down on the side of the road;
It is not afraid of the footsteps of pedestrians,
Not afraid of carts coming and going.
Children on a spring outing
How happy!
New clothes-new skirts are fluttering in the spring breeze.
You hold your head high,
Heavy footsteps,
Be careful. Before you know it,
Destroyed the vitality of small yellow flowers;
You know what I think,
In the infinite joy of spring,
This happiness also has its share!
Bing Xin's modern children's poem 8 "Successful Flowers"
The flower of success,
People only admire her talent now!
However, at the beginning, her bud,
Soaked with tears of struggle,
The blood rain of sacrifice is scattered everywhere.
Green shoots
Green shoots,
The young man said:
"Develop yourself!"
Pale white flowers,
The young man said:
"Contribute yourself!"
Deep red fruit,
The young man said:
"Sacrifice yourself!"
Bing Xin's modern children's poem 9 "Dawn"
Yan Jing's world, brilliant world-
It's dawn. Who feels I'm awake?
God, in your quiet light,
I have peace of mind, I have peace of mind.
I want to eulogize.
Attention, you should wake up.
Get up and praise the Lord.
Chin, chin, it's time to wake up.
Get up and praise the Lord.
At dawn,
Who feels I'm awake? Amen.
Bing Xin's modern children's poem 10 "Morning"
Guang Xiao collapsed,
It's very bright at customs.
My heart is like a bird flying in the wind.
Fly over the horizon, fly to the North Pole,
The horizon and the sea are full of your love.
Jesus Christ. Your love follows me,
Your fingers lead me,
Your right hand will support me,
My heart is like a bird flying in the wind.
Flying high in the wind is inseparable from infinite love. Amen.
Bing Xin's modern poem 1 1 "Who Is He" is for children.
The cream is running out.
There is only a circle of shadows left.
The branch is hurt,
There were only a few groans left,
Blow out those that don't shine,
If it doesn't bloom, break it.
Jesus Christ.
"The injured reed, he didn't break.
He won't blow out the broken lamp. "
Our light-his love,
Never ending, amen.
Bing Xin's Modern Poetry 12 Children's Evening
Jesus Christ.
Infinite wisdom,
Infinite mystery,
Who knows?
Is that me? Is that him?
Neither,
Except that you showed him out of the light,
Jesus Christ.
Show me in the light,
It also shows the infinite him in the universe, amen.
Bing Xin's modern children's poem 13 Midnight
Jesus Christ. You arranged this silent world.
Under the starlight, the sound of leaves
I heard what you said.
Where are you, where is the universe, and where are people?
God is the god of love,
The universe is the universe of love.
Is anybody there?
Jesus Christ. I thank you,
Because you taught me, amen.