Article 1 "I am a lost child for many years"/Lu Yuanping
The left foot is in the sea.
You yi bu sang Tian
Just wading through mountains and rivers
Miss my hometown trip.
Melody shoes on the feet
Mother dispelled her worries.
You should get home with one vote.
I have been away for many years.
Tired, stop and look at the rolling mountains.
Beyond the mountain.
An old pagoda tree sheltered from the wind and rain in the hut.
Hometown, you can't see the smoke of healing.
Holding a cloak overlooking the warm sunshine.
Salvage the strong local accent of Menggang.
Yimeng, which rose in 1972.
It coincides with the peach blossom.
Bees are busy everywhere.
Hummed song
Swing into a blooming bud
Sitting in the golden autumn is red and sweet.
Oil from thousands of trees and branches. leave
Start in spring and go home in autumn.
There is no closer distance in the world than the heart and the root.
Yimeng, I am your long-lost child.
I am a child in the country. I am a child in the country.
I heard about Shanghai for the first time.
It's in the textbook.
At a big meeting in * * *.
Create a brand-new era
I am a child in the country.
I have never been to Shanghai so far.
I watched it on TV.
Witness your charming demeanor.
I am a child in the country.
The development of Shanghai
Has been deeply buried in my mind.
The prosperity of metropolis
Charming, lovely
I am a child in the country.
The development of Shanghai is related to me.
You are the engine of development, driving the periphery.
I want to throw myself into your arms
Add luster to your appearance.
May you continue to lead.
Flowers bloom undefeated and stand tall in the future
I am a stubborn child, I am a stubborn child.
I want to climb to the sun.
Baking fever
I want to sleep on the moon.
Have a sweet dream
I am a stubborn child.
When I climbed to the top of the tree
Found that the sun is much higher than the trees.
Like the moon at night
You can't even reach the top of the tree.
I am a stubborn child.
Lying in the tree and sleeping.
accidentally
Had a big fall.
I am a stubborn child.
Always in a dream
ask for trouble
Random thoughts of four children. Maybe the child's heart is a crystal.
It's full of all kinds of messy ideas.
They are strange and colorful.
Even more than many excellent works.
I wrote many poems.
Show it to a child.
I told her it was modern poetry.
The bright eyes of the child asked me
But what is modern poetry?
I froze and thought for a long time.
In order to give a satisfactory answer.
I suddenly realized how big a problem this is.
But only from the mouth of a child.
Remember your childhood.
I'm in a flowerpot in the yard.
Bury an orange petal
Thinking that one day it will become an orange tree.
I waited and waited.
The days passed day by day.
I haven't seen my orange tree yet.
But I'm still thinking maybe
Maybe it has become a fossil.
When I was young, I first saw the moon.
It's called a white disk.
How many children have seen the ice wheel in the sky?
Will ask a curious question.
Is there Chang 'e on the moon?
Dear parents:
Please don't laugh at the children in a hurry.
Because this is their beautiful willfulness.
We grow up day by day
The distractions have faded.
Then I heard a naive question.
Will you smile back?
Some bitter, some miss.
Generally speaking, those really beautiful random ideas
Only children can have it.
When I was a child, when I was a child,
Looking at the stars will make you cry.
Cpaing and Lu Xixi turned over one hundred times.
After eating watermelon, dig out the seeds.
Count the summer grain grain one by one.
When I was a child,
Cicada is not as precious as it is now.
Eyes can see every layer of texture of the cloud clearly;
If you have a match, you believe you can.
Winter.
When I was a child,
I don't know what to do. Ideal? Dedication. But read it.
Yu Qian is a little hero.
Half of a fly's wing is used to break it. If not.
Break half the wing of a fly.
But I never saw that old boy again.
Over the years. Her bike is downstairs,
Rasty. She learned to hold back her tears,
Learn to put away oil, salt, sauce and vinegar to reconcile emotions.
Finally added her name? My Lord. The ranks of,
Accepted this glorious title.
One night, I wanted to see the child again.
Sit up and turn on the light.
A string of crisp sounds is close at hand, like a stone thrown into the lake.
Spread out from the mirror on the ground.