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The day rises and the night produces hemp, and the children of the village are in charge of their own homes. The children and grandchildren have not solved the problem of farming and weaving, and they also learn to grow melons in Sangyin. ("Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous" Fan Chengda).

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. ("Village House" Gao Ding).

The hedge is sparse and deep, and the flowers on the trees have not become shaded.

The children hurriedly chased the yellow butterflies and flew into the cauliflower and were nowhere to be found. (Suxin City Xu Gongdian" [Song] Yang Wanli) The thatched eaves are low, and the grass is green on the stream. Wu Yin is good in drunk, and the white-haired man is a woman. The eldest child hoes the beans in the east of the river, the middle child is weaving a chicken coop, the favorite child scoundrel, and the head of the stream lies on the lotus canopy. (Qingpingle Village Residence" [Song] Xin Qiji).

Wake up in early summer.

The plum is sour and splashes the teeth, and the plantain is divided into green on the window screen.

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

Tian Jia" [Song] Fan Chengda.

The day rises and the field is woven at night, and the children of the village are in charge of their own homes.

The children and grandchildren have not solved the problem of farming and weaving, and they also learn to grow melons in Sangyin.

Ancient poems for children.

Chishang (Tang) Bai Juyi.

The little baby propped up the dinghy and secretly picked the white lotus.

I don't understand the hidden traces, and the duckweed opens together.

Wind Kite Picture Poem (Part 1) Xu Wei.

Wicker thread wadding rubbed cotton, rubbed enough to put paper kites.

How much power is consumed by the spring breeze, and the children are brought to the sky.

What I saw [Qing] Yuan Mei.

The shepherd boy rode the ox, and the song vibrated Lin Yue.

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

(Qingpingle Village Residence" [Song] Xin Qiji).

The thatched eaves are low, and the grass is green on the stream.

Wu Yin is good in drunk, and the white-haired man is a woman.

The eldest child hoes the beans in the east of Xidong, and the middle child is weaving chicken coops.

The favorite child is dead, and the stream head lies on the lotus bed.

Smell a lot of "One Sentence".

There is a saying that is a curse, and there is a saying that can light a fire.

Don't look at the five thousand years without saying it, can you guess through the silence of the volcano?

Maybe it was a sudden enchantment, and suddenly a thunderbolt in the blue sky.

Burst: Our China! ”

What does this teach me to say today?

If you don't believe that the iron tree can bloom, then there is a sentence you listen to:

Wait for the volcano to be silent, don't tremble, stick out your tongue, pause, and wait until a thunderbolt in the blue sky.

Burst: Our China! ”

"Their Tomorrow".

their world.

Although there is no beautiful ** bright and glossy.

But their blood is boiling, it's burning, it's jumping.

"Their Tomorrow".

It can also be as joyful as ordinary people.

Take our hands with them.

Spread love to every corner of the world.

Our eyes are your eyes.

The most beautiful scenery is in your heart.

Translated by Verlaine Gray.

The moon shone in the woods, on the branches and under the leaves.

Make a sound.

Ah, the sweetheart.

The pond is like a deep mirror, reflecting the black willow shadows, and the wind sobs and ...... the willow tops

Dream it, it's time.

Expansive, warm tranquility.

It seems to go down. A starlit sky.

This is the moment of happiness.

Rustic. I can't hear the noise of the streets.

The green fields are also very quiet.

The wheat sprouts danced in unison in the breeze.

The puppy slept soundly on the floor.

Occasionally, the laughter of children can be heard.

It was when they flew a kite at dusk after school.

Lake. The river is flowing clearly.

The little bird on the branch stretched.

Like ducks jumping into the water.

The splash was three feet high.

Where did the water hyacinth go?

It turned out to have been drilled into the water.

Orchard. Butterflies and bees fly around.

Little squirrels jumping around in the treetops.

Talking about silver, his small hands reached up to the fruit of the tree.

A burst of laughter followed.

Where did the sound of the orange waiter, cluck, cluck, come from?

It turned out to be a naughty ghost who took advantage of people's unpreparedness to eat the fruit.

We 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, it's 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 on the state accompanied by the golden.

Fiery red color.

Aunt Qiu: I'm busy.

She gives all.

Baskets and sacks.

It's all loaded with plump particles.

Heavy fruit.

The fruit loves to pout.

The booklet is stupid and said:

The basket is too small to fit!

Aunt Qiu, she's so nice.

She sent it to us.

A cool breeze.

Make that to the village to see the yard.

Little brothers, grandmothers.

The puff fan on the handle.

Put one away, one handful.

Aunt Autumn came draped in dewdrops.

Stepping on the frost flower quietly.

Quietly gone.

She left us behind.

Another harvest joy.

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.

"Daddy's Snoring" is like a little train on the mountain, and it reminds me of the beautiful forest, and Daddy's snoring is always intermittent, and it makes me worry that the train is going to derail, and hey, Daddy's snoring has stopped, and the train has arrived.

Pomegranate

Pomegranate blossoms.

It was Aunt Xia who tied it.

Bright ribbon.

The pomegranate fruit is ripe.

It's Qiu's mother shaking.

Harvest of red bells.

Mother's love, mother's love.

It is the warmth of spring.

It is the coolness of summer.

It is an autumn breeze.

It's the winter sun.

To the ducks. Shaggy tail.

Big eyes.

And your lovely body.

It brings back many fond memories for me.

You're so cute.

While frolicking in the lake.

I always am. Squat down.

Look at you guys. Sometimes.

See you guys. I really want to do it all of a sudden.

Pounce on you. Soft body.

Let me be fine.

Get some sleep. Sit on you.

I'll tell you. Many, many more. Tale.