How to write modern children s poems, write modern poems for children

It's easy, first open the brain's association, then think about what to write, then write specifically, and then revise, and it's gone.

Decide on the topic first, then write the content.

1, "By Train".

My dad took me on the train, and when the train started, things outside the window moved;

The mountains began to recede, the trees receded, and the houses receded......Wow! Everything backs away, <>

It's so weird and fast, we don't have to walk, and we are in Taipei all at once.

2, "When I Was a Child".

Childhood. I don't know any scumbags, my mother is the library.

I read Mom-

One day, the world was too peaceful:

People can fly ......Wheat comes out of the snow ......

Money is useless......

Gold is used to make bricks for houses, and banknotes are used to paste paper harriers, <>

Silver coins are used to float the ......

I'm going to be a wandering boy with a gilded apple and a candle with silver hair.

Travel to a fairytale kingdom with a flamingo flying from Egypt to ask the princess of Candy City for a slow wedding ......

But, Mom said:

You have to work now. ”

Modern poetry, also known as "vernacular poetry", can be traced back to the late Qing Dynasty and is a type of poetry. What are some modern poems for children? Let's find out!

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.

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?

I 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.

Actually, I am a cloud, and when I am in the sky, floating freely, I want to tell you this.

Actually, I'm a butterfly, and when I'm flying on the tips of a flower, I see a lot of insects, and I want to tell you that.

Actually, I am a yellow leaf, and I want to tell you this when I fall from the trees and dye the earth golden.

My dad took me on the train, and when the train started, things outside the window moved;

The mountains began to recede, the trees receded, and the houses receded......Wow! Everything went backwards, so weird and fast, we didn't have to walk, and we arrived in Taipei all at once.

We. I think of Aunt Qiu.

Just think of the harvest.

I haven't met Aunt Qiu.

But I guess Aunt Qiu's face.

It's red. Round'

Chubby. I haven't seen Aunt Qiu.

But I guess Aunt Qiu.

is a painter.

Aunt Qiu came.

and to the fruit trees and the crops.

Smeared with a golden one.

Fiery red color.

Aunt Qiu. I'm busy.

She gives all.

Baskets and sacks.

It's all loaded. Plump particles.

Heavy fruit.

The fruit loves to pout.

Make an observation

The basket is too small. Can't fit!

Aunt Qiu. She's so nice.

She sent it to us.

A cool breeze.

Make that. Show the yard to the village.

Little brothers, grandmothers.

The puff fan on the handle.

Put one away, one handful.

Aunt Qiu. Clothed in dewdrops.

Stepping on frost flowers. Quietly gone.

She left us behind.

Another harvest joy.

I made a net to catch the moon, and I'm going out hunting tonight.

I'm going to run and throw it into the sky, and I'm going to catch the huge moon.

The next day, if the moon is gone, you can think of it this way

I have caught my prey and put it in the net of the moon.

If the moon is still shining, look down and you'll see that I'm swinging in the sky, and the prey in the net is a star.

1. The first song:

The sea sleeps, the wind stops making noise, and the waves stop laughing.

In the middle of the night, the sea slept, she held the bright moon in her arms, and she carried the stars on her back.

The gentle sound of the tide was her sleeping snoring.

2. The second song:

The first butterfly of spring, dressed in orange and purple.

Flying in my path, a flying flower, changed the color of my life.

3. The third song:

There is a moon in the sky, a moon in the water, the moon in the sky is buried in the water, the moon in the water is in the sky, look down at the water, look up at the sky, look at the moon, miss home, one in the water, one in the sky.

4. The fourth song: Sharp Ants.

The moon, using the night orange wide sky as a blue whetstone, sharpened the sickle. She is about to go and reap, and the stars in the sky are as ripe as grains of wheat.

Modern poems written by children are as follows:

1, "Spring Breeze" Spring breeze and spring breeze, the footsteps are gentle, approaching the grass, kissing it gently, and the grass wakes up. The spring breeze and spring breeze, the footsteps are gentle, walking into the woods, blowing lightly, and the leaves are green. The spring breeze and spring breeze, the footsteps are gentle, walking to the field, gently waving friends, and the wheat seedlings are tall.

Spring breeze and spring breeze, footsteps gently, into the garden next to the acacia tree, gently singing, the flowers bloomed. The spring breeze and spring breeze, the footsteps are gentle, walk to the river, touch it gently, and the ice melts. Spring breeze and spring breeze, footsteps are gentle, walking to the school, the children smiled:

Spring has arrived".

2, "Road" from a toddler, walking every day. The road, although in front of you, is quietly changing. Unconsciously, the thin and thin path is getting wider and wider, the bumpy slope is getting smoother and smoother, the twists and turns of the road, the straighter and straighter, the long long road, the closer and closer, the bumpy and bumpy.

Slow down, go faster and faster. When you're tired, you might as well stop, rest, and hurry away. It's just that the road is under your feet, and the direction must be in your heart.

It's just that when you encounter a three-way crossroads, you must not be confused. It's just that, no matter how far you go, don't forget the dirt path you came from. It's just that no matter how high you fly, you can't make the way home a strange road.

How to recall waiting for the figure, when you look back, it is full of memories, and the steps are also memories, ** will be clearer; If the two sides gradually fade, it must be in exchange for a rain, there will be no lack of rain in life, I lack clarity; It's always bright and clear, looking for a vague past, time exchanges a few memories for a person's life, it shouldn't have been looking for you; But the sky has changed day and night, and I haven't changed my heart, and then I go back, but I can still meet you, waiting for the figure.

Modern poetry refers to the poems from the "May Fourth Movement" to the founding of the People's Republic of China. It is to adapt to the requirements of the times, to reflect real life in a vernacular language close to the masses, to express the revolutionary content of scientific democracy, the following is a modern poem written by children I have compiled, welcome to refer to it!

In March, the spring rain was misty.

The tree in front of the door.

Dressed in misty colors.

It looks so sad.

The chicks have long since returned.

And you. Where's my father?

The tree grew a little taller.

Do you remember?

That's what we planted together.

Remember. When you're about to leave.

Tell me. Take care of the tree Take care of yourself.

Now. Everything is as you tell you.

But me. But I can't find you anymore.

Deng Huyang. I believe.

Happiness is simple.

I believe. Life is colorful.

I believe. The world is full of love.

I believe. Tomorrow will be better.

I believe. All good things are true'

What is the heart?

I think. Maybe.

It's the nature that hasn't been formed yet.

Sometimes it's like a rough sea.

Sometimes it's like a calm lake.

Sometimes it's green fruit.

Sometimes ripe ears of wheat.

Gone. Memories are sealed in the dust.

The dust is sealed in the ashes of the coming memory.

The rest. It's a memory of yesterday.

Today. Ongoing.

But I can't grasp it.

I can't grasp this day when it's too late to grasp it.

Sudden sensation. I'm scared.

Tomorrow. Not coming.

But I feel lost.

How do I go about it?

Tomorrow. Do you want to continue to be confused?

You have a comic face.

Cloudy eyes squinted between the messy blue hair.

Slender figure.

There are three studs on the left ear.

Clothes are always loose.

You hate going to school.

In the classroom, you always feel like a bird in a cage.

Your wildness wanders in another world.

You don't take notes, you don't turn in homework.

Smoking and drinking like a beggar on the street.

Wear headphones all day long to make a good teenage time.

Drifting through popular songs.

Your dreams are like dead leaves floating in the air.

Pranks are your forte.

You are like a hare.

It's okay to chase and fight all day long.

It was a quiet class.

You're in a mess. The classroom is like a busy city.

Makes the teacher half angry.

Dedicated to Children's Day.

It was beautiful: butterflies fluttering.

The wind under the wings of the sun.

Shame. Makeup!

It was a beautiful time.

The heart of a teenager. Sandwiched between the fairy tales of books.

Fatigue from camping.

I closed the field of butterflies.

The princess's dress is like snow.

Bloodstained! It was beautiful back then :

Butterflies fluttering. The wind under the wings of the sun.

Shame. Makeup!