The purest and purest poem

North Island once wrote a poem for children. He wrote in the preface: "Poetry is between words and the world. Poetry is to use the key of language to open the hidden world ... Now, we are retreating into the last line of defense of human civilization-this is an era without spiritual dimension, an era of losing cultural values and ideals, and an era full of language garbage. On the one hand, we live in different jargon: jargon of scholars, jargon of businessmen, jargon of politicians, and so on; On the other hand, the most popular languages are entertainment language, network language and new media language. In the so-called global network era, this kind of appeal to both refined and popular tastes constitutes the greatest common denominator, which simplifies the expressive force of human language. What is poetry? This ancient proposition has special significance today. "

Babies are born poets without being polluted by all kinds of jargon.

Babies are born to swim, and children are born to write poems.

Children are undoubtedly our best teachers in this field when we are trying to find our hearts and say what we really want to express.

Sun and eyes

Where is Yu? |? three years old

The sun shines on my eyes.

Suntan my eyes.

light

Jiang erzhen? |? six

evening

I walk with a flashlight.

When you are tired, use it as a crutch.

I'm leaning against a beam of light.

light

Jiang Erman | Seven years old

Lights support the night.

Burn a hole

excuse

? Steel head? |? At the age of eight

Spring is coming

I went to the stream to smash ice.

Smash the spring into pieces.

Direct tearing

It's time for flowers to bloom

It just forgot those things.

Really forgave me

spring

Apollo Xiong | Eight years old.

spring

He is a big slacker.

Mom called for a long time.

Don't wake up

Father Chun Lei is here.

Play its big drum

knock

Afraid of spring

roll about

on the earth

Choose mom.

Jules | Eight years old

You asked me what I was doing before I was born

I replied that I picked my mother in the sky.

see you again

I think you are very good.

Want to be your son

I think I may not be so lucky.

Don't consider sth

The next morning.

I'm already in your belly.

Back to the ground

Blossoming | five years old

If you laugh too much,

You will fly to the sky.

Back to the ground

You must do a sad thing.

eye

Chen Kequan | Eight years old

My eyes are big.

Can hold a mountain.

Can hold the sea

Suitable for blue sky.

Can accommodate the whole world

My eyes are small.

Sometimes I encounter troubles.

Even two lines of tears

I can't hold it back.

Winter with a runny nose

Chen Zixuan | Nine years old.

After a heavy snow

Caught a cold in winter

Walking through the forest

The nose landed on the branch.

One by one.

sparkle

The tree I drew is so beautiful.

Zhi Ming | Eight years old.

I drew the tree.

It's beautiful.

Next bird.

rosy clouds

Painted ponds and flowers

Don't deserve it

earth

Cao Shiwu | Eight years old

The earth is the home where flowers grow.

Touch it

This word is soft.

spring

This word is born.

The origin of the stars and the moon

Gu Cheng | Twelve years old

The branches want to tear the sky.

But only a few small holes were poked

It fell from the sky.

People call it the moon and the stars

Lily blossoms

You Ruoxin | Ten years old

Mom bought it yesterday.

Four lilies

suddenly

Just three flowers.

So lush

It smells good.

one more

Just hide like that

I want to be a tree.

Li Yurong | eleven years old.

I want to be a tree.

I learned to look like a tree.

Step your feet into the soil.

Put your arms in the air.

Oh, I'm sprouting ...

Oh, I'm blooming. ...

Oh, I'm finished. ...

Oh ... if.

If the sky thunders,

I want to be a tree.

Tree of leaves

many

Jiang Xinhe | Four years old

I waved.

There are many hands.

I run

There are many feet

The puppy wagged its tail at me.

There are many tails.

then

I play on the swing.

There are many me.

Flowers and leaves in autumn

Mai Guoqiao | Eleven years old

Without a word.

Autumn has come quietly.

The wind stirred the flowers and leaves on the branches.

They rolled and played in the air.

Refuse to move easily

I guess

Autumn is a cruel landlord.

Mosaic is a helpless tenant.

Their contract has expired.

Dewdrop doll

Chen is eight years old

early morning

Dew on the green leaves

I opened my eyes early.

When the wind came, they all played a slide game.

occasionally

Two dewdrops slipped at the same time.

Hold tightly together

Gave birth to dolls all over the floor.

day and night

Yao Qiming | 12 years old

all of us

Don't like daytime

The daytime belongs to most people.

During the day

Mask wholesale market

more importantly

There are no poets during the day.

Not suitable for talking about poetry

Grandpa is angry.

Zhang Qiaoruo | Seven years old

Why did you draw grandpa's hair upright?

Because grandpa is very angry.

Then why draw a pair of scissors on your hair?

Because the baby wants to break grandpa's bad temper.

wait for

Sylvia | Twelve years old

On the sofa

A woman is smoking a cigarette leisurely.

Another woman

Play mobile phone leisurely.

One more

A 1 1 year-old girl

rotate

No one can say for sure.

They waited anxiously.

The ghost of cigarettes

RoyceWong is eight years old.

bang

The cigarette lit.

crack

Take a breath of poison gas.

swell

Spit out a ghost

cat

? What about Yao? |? Twelve years old

All cats are human.

Sensitive and self-respecting

Independent and solemn

They have a lot of time to concentrate on staring blankly and observe the world.

You can also put your body in a circle.

Cover your eyes with your tail.

Don't look at the world

Wrinkles?

Xie Xin? |? At the age of eight

Grandpa is old.

His face

Full of deep wrinkles.

Back to the Wharf

A breeze blew.

Make layers of ripples

Is the sea old, too?

skeleton

? Dong qiduan? |? six

our bones

Put on human flesh

It laughs when we laugh.

We cried, and it cried.

There is mystery in our hearts.

Our bones will be with us.

Is the wind counting money?

Wang Ziqiao? |? six

No one has ever seen the wind.

Needless to say, you and I

But when paper money floats,

We know that the wind is counting money.

black forest

? Are you Ruoxin? |? nine years old

In everyone's

acclaim

one person

Walk in.

I don't know.

For thousands of years.

Tens of thousands of years.

This man

No ... (no) again

appear