Children s poem Straw Hat in the River .

So much!? At home? At? At home? At home? The happiest thing in the world is yourselves.

Jin raid Tao Yuanming's "Blame" [Original Note: Shu (俨), Bai Xuan (俟), Yong (Share), Duan Du (佚), Tong (Tong), a total of five people. Shu, dao Xuan, Yong, Duan, and Tong are all nicknames. 】

The gray hair is covered with temples, and the skin is not solid.

Although there are five boys, it is always difficult to write and write.

Ah Shu is twenty-eight, lazy so there is no match.

A Xuan Xingzhi learns, but does not love literature.

Yong, Duan is thirteen, and he doesn't know six and seven.

Tongzi hangs nine years old, but looks for pears and chestnuts.

Heavenly luck is like this, and it is in the cup!

Tang Luo Bing Wang's "Song of the Goose".

Goose goose goose, song to the sky.

The white hair floats in the green water, and the red anthurium plucks the clear waves.

When he was seven years old, he wrote Tang Hu Dingju's "Xihan Shaofu Visit".

Suddenly, I heard that Mei Fulai was visiting, and he smiled and walked out of the cottage.

Children are not accustomed to seeing chariots and horses, and go into the depths of the reeds to hide.

Song Zhang Lei's "Cattle Herding".

Shepherd cattle, herd from afar. In the distance, the cattle are green and the grass is green.

The child is angry and does not touch the whip, the wind is clear in the south of the ancient willow by the stream, and the wheat is deep and the sun is flat. Wu Qianli competed for the spring trip, and the old man was hungry and silent. The calf jumped off the beam without grass, and there was a sound when the mother was separated from the forest.

The old man Nian'er brought his own salary, and went out to look at the head of the hill first.

The sun is slanting, the wind and rain are wet, clapping and singing to find a companion.

The grazing wind in the distant villages is thin, and the cattle herding in the nearby villages is muddy and bad.

Zhu Jiyan Zhao Er doesn't know, but the son is born but knows the cow's back music.

Song Yang Wanli, "Sleep in Early Summer".

The plum leaves sour teeth and teeth, and the plantain is divided into green window screens.

The day is long and sleeps ruthlessly, and watches children catch willow flowers.

A collection of poems for young children.

The spring rain ticked, ticked, it rained lightly, and the willow tree said, "Down, down, I want to sprout."

I want to put little hands.

Resting on a willow branch.

Comb your smooth hair, comb, comb-

Comb out the softness of spring.

I want to put eyes.

Place on the bird.

Fly over thousands of mountains and rivers, fly, fly-

The sky is my paradise.

I want to put my ears.

Attach to small fish.

Listen to the small fish and the accompaniment of the sea, swim, swim

Swim to the ends of the earth.

However, when you swim to the ends of the earth, you have to discuss ...... with your parents

A selection of modern children's poems are:

If I were a snowflake.

Jin Bo

If I'm a snowflake, where do I fall?

Float into a small river, turn into a drop of water, and play with small fish and shrimp?

Float to the square, build a snowman, look at you and smile?

Kiss her, and then melt with joy.

"Daddy's Snoring".It's like a little train on the mountain, it reminds me of the beautiful forest.

Dad's snoring, always intermittent, made me worry that the train would derail.

Hey? Dad's snoring has stopped, is it the train that has arrived?

To the MouseI like you guys-

A pair of clever eyes, pink ears .

I love to do bad things, but I still like you.

If I come to your kingdom, I must ask you to wash your face, wash your hands, bathe and brush your teeth.

I also want to teach you to work on your own and not to be sneaky.

I'm going to introduce you to a friend

Its name is cat.

In front of my window, there was a birch tree, as if coated with silver frost, covered in snowflakes.

The fluffy branches, the snow-embroidered lace are chic, the bunches of flower spikes are blooming, and the white tassels are picturesque.

In the hazy silence, the jade stood this white birch, shining with crystalline snowflakes in the brilliant golden glow.

The birch wandered around.

The morning glow came belatedly, and it smeared a layer of silver brilliance on the snow-capped branches.

Words of the Sun, open your windows.

Open your doors.

Let me in, let me in.

Go into your hut.

I carry a golden bouquet of flowers.

I carry the scent of the woods.

I carry light and warmth.

I was covered in dew.

Hurry up, hurry up.

Quickly lift your head from the pillow.

Open your eyelash-covered eyes.

Let your eyes see my coming.

Let your hearts be like little wooden houses.

Open them for a long time closed windows.

Let me fill the space of your hearts with bouquets, fragrances, light, warmth and dew.

Hua Niu Ge Hua Niu sat in the grass and flattened an ear of sheared Qiuluo.

The flower cow slept in the grass, and the white clouds occupied half the day.

The flower cow walks in the meadow, and the little tail is flicking.

The flower cow dreamed in the meadow, and the sun smuggled across the green peaks of the western mountains.

25. How many children are there in the world?

How many children there are in the world The exact number cannot be known if.

The Fountain of Poems (10 poems).

1 Dusk. The evening bell of Miller on the wall was struck by my silence, and the Holy One, who had ridden his donkey to Jeruchelom, had not yet returned.

Ignore the cunning look of that lamp, and tell me: who lit the first match?

2 The wheels of the chariot, the hooves of the horses, the trumpets of the trumpets, the flags of the caracal, and the will that is not tired are forward.

Why complain about the sinless shoes?

You! Extinguished torches, fish in the dry pond.

3 Expectation. Each silver raindrop is a beating word, and the lightning that burns wildly is the title of a line of actioners.

Wake up from the threshold of the night, open the black cat of dreams, and listen to the rolling thunder to report to me the good news.

4 Clouds: Do not walk on my blue roofs anymore [.]

My dove has informed you: I am not a believer in the Gallery School.

See how I abused the spade queen with a pencil sharpening knife, and you will understand that this season should allow the fruit to ripen quickly.

5 Summer. Incandescence. Incandescence. The voice of the call of the pioneers.

Decline. Decline. The weight of the love of the blood-bearers.

When the phoenix is flying into the raging fire, why, I still sleep in the shade of the cross?

6 The bird flew into the book of poems of the old Indian poet and jumped into the palm of the Persian empress, and what about me? Silence is like the dumb, stupid and wingless.

Aristophanes had brought his vision to the theatre, but the land of the penguins of Francis had no harbor for me to anchor.

7 Diary. Yesterday, Tan. The narrow door that closes the soul, the robber who feasts Schiller at night, the superman of Nietzsche.

Today, it's sunny. I polish the eyes of the camera and photograph the sunflowers of Van Gohe, the spring of Rodin.

8 And there are hunters with spears in the village of the hunting hills, and owls, and do not laugh wildly.

There are water-absorbing maidens in the desert, O camel bell, please do not speak of your loneliness and sorrow.

9 Confession. The kilns of Zantigan do not imprison my faith.

Counterfeiters are forever afraid of the sun.

On Judgment Day, the prodigal son reaped and went home, if the wheat did not die, we went to ** to harvest the grain?

10 tears. The lullaby injected too much haze into the veins by the cradle, and when I woke up today, I realized that I was a shell abandoned by the sea.

The hand that has kissed the soil cannot hold the Song of Solomon decorated with beads, and the fountain of this poem is from the Nile of pain.

Homesickness Once upon a time, I was a king, happy and rich, and the princess next door was my beautiful wife.

We harvest pearls of sorghum, gems of maize, and gold paper that hangs all over the old elm trees.

And now? Now I'm destitute.

Pop songs and neon lights anemia my mind.

Standing on the streets of insanity, I don't know where to go.

Quietly arching out of the earth.

The secret of the green trees in spring.

Blossoming news.

Selected from bamboo shoots).

Shanxi is a group of children who play with skin, dare to make loud noises in the mountains, dare to play in the mountains.

One moment playing hide and seek with the trees, the next moment whispering with the flowers, and the other playing games with the birds.

Throw sorrow out of the clouds, and sow joy in the deep mountains.

Shanxi is a group of brave children, holding hands to form a united collective, you give me strength, I give you courage.

Tenaciously break through the thorns, calmly jump off the cliffs, create the world, and show the charm in the big rivers.

Shanxi is a group of lovely children.

Knowing that singing one song after another, the lotus flowers quietly bloomed in the pool.

Figures stained the surroundings red, and the occasional bird flew in.

Lovely you, bring happiness to people.

The teacher's eyebrows are crooked, like a boat like the moon, and her eyes are watery, and she sparkles when we laugh.

Learn to draw, look east, look west, and aim at the teacher, what are you doing?

Writing, drawing, drawing......

A big pumpkin rolled out!

Glaring, descriptive ......Draw ......

Look, look, the teacher smiled:

Good fellows, what a little painter!

I'm happy to ......Like a flower!

The body of the retro style Phoenix platform retro style.

Unparalleled in the world.

If one day.

There is no other in the world, you are a pig.

Dogs: I love you guys--- dogs.

Your eyes are blazing.

That mighty, sturdy body.

I was very impressed.

For your work.

You are meticulous.

You are humanity's sincerest friends.

I admire you for this merit.

When I am fortunate enough to understand your language, I will speak your language.

I will definitely go to your kingdom.

Teach those timid dogs.

Teach the dogs who are submissive.

What makes a real dog.

Dogs are not meant to be used for decoration.

They won't be a lifeless dog in your eyes, although they are the most loyal to you.

Dogs, loyal friends of man.

Dogs, treat their owners as their most trusted friends.

Dogs, except for not being able to speak, everything he does is the same as that of humans.

Twittering.

Hu Bingyan twittered, twittered.

We are little red flowers.

Chat box in the kindergarten.

You boast of having a good mother.

I complimented my father on how great he was.

You said you've eaten hamburgers.

I said I've eaten lobster.

You said Mom was going to the park with you.

I said I'd row the boat with my dad.

Follow grandma to dig wild vegetables.

Follow Grandpa to plant melons.

Babbling non-stop.

Twitter laughing haha.

"Children's Fishing" Hu Lingneng.

The unkempt child learns to hang Lun, and sits on the side of the berry moss.

Passers-by beckoned by asking Yao, and they were so frightened that they were shocked.

What I saw" Yuan Mei.

The shepherd boy rode the ox, and the song vibrated the forest.

Intending to catch the cicada, he suddenly closed his mouth.

Village Residence" Gao Ding.

The grass grows and the warbler flies in the February sky, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.

The children returned early from school and were busy releasing paper kites in the east wind.

For example, Liu Raomin's "Moon": "The moon in the sky is round and round, shining in the sea like a jade plate." A school of fish swam over, and the jade plate broke into two or three pieces. The fish were so frightened that they ran away until they reached the rocks. Looking back, the moon is still round and round. ”

In the static beauty of the moonlit sea, through the dynamic addition of the fish's "escape" and "look", in the exquisite conception, a group of fish playing in the water and watching the moon are created in a beautiful artistic conception, which has both a fairytale-like realm and a childlike fun.

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"If I Were a Snowflake" Jin Bo.

If I'm a snowflake, where do I fall?

Float into the creek,

When the sun goes down, the kids are looking forward to tomorrow?

When spring comes, kids are looking forward to summer?

"Catching Loaches".

The pond is full.

The rain also stopped. The mud on the horizon is full of loaches.

Brother, you wait for me.

Waiting for me to catch a loach.

Big brother is good.

Take me to catch loaches.