I like to wake up for a new day,
Brush my dreams
Away from the night,
Look out of my window.
Want to know the weather outside,
Want to know something exciting?
This brilliant, unused day
Will bring.
Chen Qing
I like to wake up every morning to meet,
Shake off the dream dust of a night easily,
Looking out of the window,
Whether the vast world is clear and cloudless,
Imagine how exciting this is.
This glorious new day will be presented.
Color color
What is pink? Roses are pink. What is pink?
On the edge of the fountain. The rose beside the fountain is pink.
What is red? Red poppy What is bright red?
On its barley bed. Poppies in barley fields are bright red.
What is blue? The sky is blue. What is blue? The sky is blue,
Where the clouds drift.
What is white? Swan is white. What is white?
Sail in the light A swan swimming in the sun is white.
What is yellow? Pears are yellow. What is yellow? Pears are yellow,
Rich, mature and mellow. Ripe and juicy.
What is green? The grass is green, what is green? The grass is green,
There are small flowers in the middle. Small flowers are mixed in it.
What is a violet? Clouds are purple. What is purple? In the summer sunset
In the summer dusk. Caixia is purple.
What is orange? Why, an orange, what is an orange? Of course!
Just one orange! Oranges are orange
( 1)
What does the bird say? What does the bird say?
In her nest at dawn? In Chu Xiao's nest at dawn?
Let me fly, said the bird, said the bird, let me fly,
Mom, let me fly away, mom, let me fly away.
Bird, rest a little longer, baby, stay a little longer,
Until little wings became strong. When little wings is more difficult.
So she rested for a while, so it stayed for a while.
Then she flew away. However, it flew away.
(2)
What the baby says, what the baby says,
In her bed at dawn. In bed at dawn?
The baby said, like a bird, the baby talks like a bird,
Let me fly.
Baby, sleep a little longer, honey, sleep a little longer,
Until the little cripple is strong. When your limbs are longer and harder.
If she sleeps a little longer,
Babies will fly away, too. Babies are destined to fly away like birds.
Fame is a bee
Emily Dickinson
Fame is a bee.
It has a song.
It has thorns.
Oh, it has wings, too
Fame is a bee,
It has a song,
It has a thorn,
Oh, it has wings, too!