Put it in your schoolbag.
Put all the childlike interests
Sealed in your young mind.
strengthen
Put all the childishness
Write it in your diary.
When the sun rises,
You missed a piece of advice.
When the sun goes down,
You have more melancholy.
but
On the long road of your life
Harvest a bunch of ripeness
The vine of memory
Pull you into a flying kite
Tell distant relatives
You don't talk with tears anymore.
I am a left-behind child.
Mom and dad are humble migrant workers.
In order to support this family
Wandering outside for many years
Decorate other people's dreams
Your dream is in the air.
I am a left-behind child.
I miss my parents. They often have tears in their eyes.
Grandparents' home, uncles' and aunts' home.
How can I compare with my parents and my home?
It doesn't need much.
I am a left-behind child.
When will mom and dad be free?
I want to be like other children.
Hold mom and dad's hands.
Go boating on the lake and count the stars.
The midnight wail broke the ice under the eaves.
Grandma is holding a delicate body.
Tears are hazy
Spring was awakened with a start.
Overlooking the loess hills for children.
A piece of green, a piece of pink.
Stay away from the wind that suffocates children.
The treetops are covered with children's tears.
Ah, no, no.
And the sweat of mom and dad
This is a blend of affection and affection.
On a sultry night, lead clouds hung over the table.
In the dim light, I hobbled up the hill.
An old man and a young man are holding hands.
The bird hid in the leaves and closed its mouth.
Cicada is just around the corner.
Shout, I know everything
Canna at the door, leave
A bunch of gold, a bunch of red.
A large area of sunflowers, suddenly there is wind.
The autumn night is bright and the stars are thin and the moon is bright.
Tell a story about the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon.
Tell a story about a magpie meeting a bridge.
Ming Jiong, I seem to understand.
Staring at the bird's nest where you can't hear whispers.
How many light spirits are there?
There is a thick snow.
Walk through the narrow path into the village
can
Run into the yard
Why is it still on in Qi Ming?
"blare, blare ...
I don't want cotton candy made of snow,
As long as the snow comes, mother will go home. "
Yesterday, someone asked me who I was.
I always don't want to answer
Because I'm afraid
I am afraid of being laughed at by the children in the city.
Their parents send them to school.
Honk the horn all the way.
Either drive a Honda or a Jetta.
Our parents send us to school.
Don't talk all the way.
The trouser legs were stuck on the scooter with mud.
Our campus is very small
Cann't let go of the pommel horse
Our classroom is dark.
The light is only a few watts.
Our chairs are very old.
Sit on it and squeak.
But our homework is neat.
Our grades are good.
Someone wants to ask me who I am today.
I want to tell him loudly.
I am the child of a migrant worker.
China's baby, the flower of the motherland.
The sky is clearer and the sun is brighter.
Grandpa Wen wrote an inscription for us.
I hope this project can spread love for us.
No more bowing, no more fear
Speak our hearts.
Ask me what I want to say most.
I love my mother, and I love my father.
Because-
It is mother who sweeps the roads in the capital wider and wider.
Because-
It was dad who built the tall buildings in Beijing.
Beijing's 2008,
This is also our 2008,
The teacher set her music,
The students painted her into a picture,
We wrote this in the composition class,
Others compare with my parents, and I will compare with others tomorrow.
Migrant children, like children in cities,
They are all treasures of China and flowers of the motherland.
Dear grandparents and parents,
Children all over the country,
I paid a New Year call to you.
Care for children left behind
All the days, all the days have come,
Let me weave for you with the golden thread of youth,
The flower ring of happiness weaves you.
There is singing and laughing on the boat, dancing on the campus under the moon,
Walking in the drizzle, marching in the early morning of the first snow,
There are also fierce arguments, a beating and warm heart. ...
It is a day that has passed in a blink of an eye, and it is also a day full of reverie.
One wish after another is blurred, like spring rain,
We have time, strength and firm belief.
We are eager to live and fly in the sky.
It's a simple day, but also a changeable day.
Everything in the vast world surprises us.
Never cheerful, never indifferent,
Tears, laughter and deep thought are all the first time.
Go straight, go straight,
I move forward happily in my life,
What a heavy burden, I will not be weak,
No matter how fierce the battle is, I will not lose face;
One day, after cleaning the gun, the machine and the sweat,
I miss you and greet you.
Look at you proudly.