Take me, my kite,
Take me to the blue sky!
I want to fly in the sky,
I want to fly in the sky,
I want to fly like a bird,
Fly over the ocean, fly over the ocean.
Take me, my kite,
Take me to the blue sky!
Look at how great the world in the sky is,
Seeing how good children all over the world are,
I want to hold hands with them,
I want to laugh with them.
Take me, my kite,
Take me to the blue sky!
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mother
I have to say,
Tell me what you gave me.
Gratitude.
You gave me so many trees that I like,
You gave me so many birds I like,
You gave me so many stars with open petals,
You gave me so many words to write poems and songs,
You gave me so many open hearts,
You gave me so many girls with sweet voices,
You gave me so many hands to hold,
Gave me this childish heart—
It has no desire for life,
I just want a gust of wind,
Send my ideal kite into the blue sky.
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When I was a kid.
In childhood
I can't read,
Mom is in the library.
I read my mother—
One day,
The world is at peace;
People can fly. ...
Wheat grows out of snow. ...
Money is useless ...
Gold is used to make bricks for houses.
Money is used to paste paper owls,
Silver coins are used to float water lines.
I want to be a wandering teenager,
With a gilded apple,
Silver candle
A flamingo flying from Egypt,
Travel fairy tale kingdom,
Propose to the princess of Candy City ...
But, mom said:
"You must work now."
Jimmy (middle): Comic writer in Taiwan Province Province. The poems he wrote for comics are very interesting.
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I am a willful child.
perhaps
I am a child spoiled by my mother.
I am very self willed
I hope
every time
As beautiful as colored crayons.
I hope
You can draw on your beloved white paper.
Draw a clumsy self
Draw the next picture Never.
With tears in my eyes
A piece of sky
A feather and a tree belonging to the sky
Light green night and apples
I want to draw the morning.
Draw dew
The smile you can see.
Draw all the youngest
Love without pain
She has never seen a cloud.
Her eyes are the color of a clear sky.
She always looks at me.
Forever, watch
Never turn around suddenly.
I want to paint the distant scenery.
Draw a clear horizon and water waves
Draw many happy rivers.
Painting mountains—
Full of faint velvet.
I put them together.
Let them fall in love.
Let every acquiescence
Every quiet spring is exciting.
Turned into a little flower's birthday.
I also want to paint the future.
I haven't seen her, and I can't.
But I know she is beautiful.
I drew her autumn clothes.
Draw those burning candles and maple leaves
I paint a lot because I love her.
Extinguished heart
Hua wedding
Draw a festival to wake up in the morning-
There is cellophane on it.
And the insertion of northern fairy tales
I am a wayward child.
I want to erase all my misfortunes.
I think on earth
Draw all the windows
Let all eyes get used to the darkness.
Accustomed to the light
I want to paint a style.
Draw a mountain higher than the last one.
Draw the desire of the oriental nation
Draw the sea—
Endless sweet sound
Finally, in the corner of the paper
I want to paint myself, too
Draw a koala
He sat in the dark jungle of Victoria.
Sitting on a quiet branch
He Fa Leng has no home.
There is no heart in the distance.
He only has, a lot.
Berry dream
And big eyes.
I hope
think
But somehow,
I have no crayons.
Don't get a color moment.
I only have me.
My fingers and pain.
Just shredded pieces.
Beloved white paper
Let them find butterflies.
Let them disappear from today.
I'm still a kid.
A child spoiled by an imaginary mother
I am very self willed
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We go boating on the water. Author: bird
We rowed on the water.
Paddle gently
There are white waves on the water.
The waves beat against the ship's side.
The boat passed through the quiet lotus bushes.
The evening breeze brought the nightingale singing on the other side.
We rowed on the water.
Paddle gently
There are white waves on the water.
The waves are like white homing pigeons.
Fly on the calm water
We rowed on the water.
Paddle gently
Double oars make white waves.
Tap the side of the boat gently.
It's a beautiful night in June.
The lake also scattered our youthful and beautiful imagination.
The lake in front of the boat is full of curved moons.
The waves behind the ship sang all the way.
June 438+02, 2065 Beijing Summer Palace
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Seeds of life by birds
I am a primary school student
Go to school with a bag on your back.
There are seeds of my life in my backpack.
I tread clear water.
Take a walk along the stream
Feet flapping silver waves.
I like birds and jumping.
I accidentally slipped my backpack.
Run to the embrace of white waves
I picked up the treasure box of life and opened it.
Holding the wet seeds of life.
Seeds.-Are you thirsty?
You won't touch my dry mind
But ran into a wet stream.
Now, what should I do with you?
Take you back to my classroom.
Let your classmates ridicule and criticize you.
Or put you on a rock on the shore.
Let the loving sunshine mother bathe for you.
-Maybe it's their rude behavior.
Makes me feel a little guilty about you.
Or let the temperature of my hand dry you
Hide you in a treasure chest
Hidden in my mysterious mind
Not harmed by any element in the world.
Because you are the seed of my life.
Clean seeds, beautiful seeds
I'm afraid you'll get any natural stains.
Destroy my pure heart
Just like this clear stream under my feet.
Let me see the rushing white waves.
Decorate with the beauty of life
You spent the happy childhood with me.
With the wings of my dream
Fly to a beautiful place
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One of my dreams: birds.
On a clear night,
I sat on a stone.
The sky overhead,
There are countless gems hanging,
Shiny and bright
There is a silver hook between the jewels.
Bending at both ends,
Much like a boat made of jade.
But in this gray-blue sky,
Without water,
Ship, where should you swim?
When I was a child, I had a dream.
A beautiful dream,
Grow with me every day.
I always want my dreams to blossom and bear fruit,
Flowers fly out of the flowers,
Let the beautiful China take me flying;
Fly to gems and boats,
Then fly back to me.
Tell me what jewels and boats look like,
Whether it has a child like me.
Is there a farmer's uncle,
With a curved sickle,
Rice waves cut gold and Huang Hai Bo.
Is there technology on the earth?
Address unknown?
Rockets in space.
Now, I grew up in this dream,
Like fireflies flying in front of my eyes at this time,
Take me far away.
Fireflies! Gems, boats,
You are the direction of my dream.
In the future, I will study hard,
Master science and technology and create more superb technology.
Build a flying house,
Take me to where the fireflies landed,
Hometown of gems and ships,
Find out who they really are.
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"If I were a snowflake" Jin Bo
If I were a snowflake,
Where will I fall?
Drift into the river,
Into a drop of water,
Playing games with small fish and shrimp?
Floating into the square,
Make a snowman,
Watching you smile?
Kiss her,
And melt happily.
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Dad's snoring
Like a small train on the mountain,
It reminds me,
Beautiful forest.
Dad's snoring,
Always on and off,
Makes me worry that the train will derail.
Huh?
Dad's snoring stopped,
Has the train arrived at the station?
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Facing the mouse
I like you guys-
A pair of smart eyes,
Pink ears.
Although I love doing bad things, I still like you.
If I come to your kingdom,
I have to ask you,
Wash your face, hands, take a bath and brush your teeth.
Teach you,
Work by yourself,
Don't do things secretly.
I'm gonna give it to you,
Introduce a friend-
Its name is cat.
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Actually, I am. ...
In fact, I am a cloud,
When I was in the sky,
When flying freely,
I want to tell you this.
Actually, I am a butterfly,
When I fly at the tip of the flower,
Saw a lot of insects,
I want to tell you this.
Actually, I'm a yellow leaf,
When I fell from the tree,
When the earth is dyed golden,
I want to tell you this.
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by train
Dad took me by train,
When the train starts,
Things outside the window moved;
The mountain began to shrink back,
The trees also retreated,
The house also retreated. ...
Wow! Everything is going backwards,
It's weird, it's too fast,
None of us have to walk,
I arrived in Taipei at once.
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Aunt Qiu
we
Think about Aunt Qiu.
Think about the harvest
I haven't met Aunt Qiu.
But I guess aunt Qiu's face
It's red
conglobate
brassy
I haven't met Aunt Qiu.
But I think aunt Qiu
He is a painter.
Aunt Qiu is here,
Give fruit trees and crops
Painted golden yellow
Fire red
Aunt Qiu
Busy.
-She gave everything.
Laundry baskets and bags
It's all loaded
Complete particle
Rich fruit
Fruit likes pouting.
Make a suggestion and say:
Kuang Luo is too young.
I can't hold it!
Aunt Qiu
It's very kind of her.
She brought it to us.
A cool breeze
Do that
Show the villagers the yard
Little brothers and grandmothers
Pufan on the handle
Put them away one by one.
Aunt Qiu
Come in with dew.
Tread on frost flowers
Quietly left
She left it to us.
The joy of another bumper harvest
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Gilbaud Stein (USA), The Moon-catching Web.
I made a net to catch the moon,
I am going hunting tonight.
I'm going to fly and throw it into the sky,
Be sure to trap that huge moon.
The next day, if there is no moon in the sky,
You can think like this:
I've caught my prey,
Put it in the net to catch the moon.
In case the moon is still on,
Look below, and you will see clearly.
I swing freely in the sky,
The prey in the net is a star.
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