Right now! Hurry up! Five modern children s poems! The sooner the better!! Shorter!

The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Look up at the bright moon. Bow your head and think of your hometown.

"Ride the train" Dad took me on the train, and when the train started, the 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.

Aunt Qiu" 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 with a golden one.

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.

Make an observation

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 flowers, he quietly walked away.

She left us behind.

Another harvest joy.

I learned to write" When I learned to write "little sheep", all of a sudden, the trees, the houses, the fences, everything I saw with my eyes was bent and rolled up like wool.

When I took the word "river" and wrote it in my little exercise book, a splash of water splashed in front of my eyes, and a palace rose from the bottom of the water.

When I finished writing "meadow" with my pen, I saw bees busily among the flowers, two butterflies whirling, and I could put them all in the net with a wave of my hand.

If I write "my dad", I immediately want to sing and jump a few times, I'm the tallest, I'm the best, I'm the best, I can do everything.

Take me with me, my kite, take me to the blue sky!

I'm going to fly in the sky, I'm going to hover in the sky, I'm going to fly like a bird, I'm going to fly over the sea, I'm going to fly over the ocean.

Take me with you, my kite, and take me to the blue sky!

To see how wonderful the world is in the sky, to see how good the children are in the world, I want to hold hands with them, I want to laugh with them.

Take me with you, my kite, and take me to the blue sky!

Stars We are seedlings.

We're growing.

Teachers are like the sunshine of spring.

No fire, no burning.

Giving us the nutrients we need to grow.

A pair of small hands holding pencils.

Gradually, I picked up the pen.

Write a book We are seedlings.

We're growing.

Teachers are like a summer breeze.

Not abrupt, not cold.

Teach us what we need to know about being a human being.

A pair of eyes thirsty for knowledge.

Slowly, the peach blossom pond water.

Thousands of feet deep, the teacher is like rain and dew.

Let's stop being thirsty.

Look at your smile, we.

From "Qingqingen Nakakui".

to "all things are born of brilliance".

From "the little lotus only shows sharp corners".

to "the lotus flowers are different red".

If said before dawn.

Be sure to go through a period of darkness.

Then you are a sky full of stars.

A guiding light.

Guide us to the dawn.

Towards maturity That night, the wind picked up the last rays of the sunset.

You quietly spread the nets all over the sky.

Don't say a star a little.

You have to salvage the time forgotten by the sun.

When the morning glow holds up the golden umbrella.

You quietly retreat into the distance.

When the jade wheel hangs a lantern.

You are ashamed to hide yourself.

You drive fatigue into the mantle.

There was a look of concern in his eyes.

Regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter.

You keep watch with sincerity.

Turned into a ray of light.

You are not as arrogant as thunder and lightning.

With their own short life.

Write a glorious poem.

Don't say it's just a little star.

It's the golden ideal singing.

You build the bridges of tomorrow.

The first ushered in the dawn of the eastern sky.

Time carving knife.

What is time?

It is a carving knife that carves minutes and seconds, leaving marks on everyone.

Give the baby two legs, carve out two wind wheels, let him grow taller day by day, and run away with laughter.

Give the elementary school student two eyes, carve out a question mark like a small ear, and let his thick eyebrows be twisted into inquisitive thinking.

Give the big brother's chin, carve out a stubble of black leeks, let his rough throat, and sing the pride of youth.

Carve beautiful staves on the faces of grandfathers and grandmothers, and let them play sweet ballads under the red sunset.

Ah, this invisible carving knife works diligently, without any difference, it is impartial to no one, and it is always so fair.

It carves a stupid turtle to a child who does not value time, and crawls behind it with a heavy sigh.

It carves a big red horse for a diligent child, and every day it always flies with its hooves flying, running ahead of others.

It gives people who have made great contributions, carved an almighty passport, and no matter where you go, you will see a spring-like smile.

It carves a certificate of disqualification for a person who has achieved nothing, and although he is still very young, he is too old to be old.

This time carving knife is so iron-faced and selfless.

It tests everyone's attitude towards time, whether you are old or young.

I hope that everyone will use the carving knife of time to carve for themselves.

A pride in life.

National Day Poem 1:

Qinyuan Spring National Day.

Thousands of miles of clear sky, magnificent mountains and rivers, red flags fluttering.

Look at the square circle of Kyushu, the whole world celebrates; The rivers sing, flowing everywhere.

Social stability, people's happiness, and a new chapter in reform and opening up.

New China, like the world's dragon, stands tall in the East.

Today's glory depends on the direction of the party, government and state policy.

Reminiscing about the eventful years, the lives are devastated; Li Min is difficult, and the night is boundless.

Bullets rained down, birth and death, in exchange for a new red sun.

When cherished, the rivers and mountains will always be red, and the earth will be long.

National Day Poem II:

Motherland, I am proud of you!

When the majestic Huabiao puts the upright body in the dawn, when the majestic Tiananmen Square ushers in the rising sun.

In the ears of history, there is the rumbling echo of the salute, the echo of the mountains and seas, which is the echo of the vicissitudes of China.

A giant overlooks the world, a loud voice, the whole world hears, the People's Republic of China was founded!

When the first five-star red flag was raised, the banner of victory fluttered in the wind in the bright sky, the people raised their heads, the whole world saw it, and the Chinese people stood up from then on!

National Day Poem III:

My homeland. My motherland, the motherland I love so much.

You are the rooster that roars high--- awakens the silence of dawn, you are the dragon soaring into the sky--- the storm of the times, you are the majestic lion --- dancing the majestic wind of China, you are the origin of human wisdom --- ignite the spark of civilization.

You have a sacred name, and that is China!

That's China, my motherland.

My beloved motherland.

I love my motherland deeply, my beating heart beats the pulse of five thousand years, I love my motherland deeply, the surging blood rushes the waves of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, I love my motherland deeply, the yellow ** is printed with the color left by my ancestors, and I deeply love my motherland ,...【

The National Day is good, the National Day is good, and the National Day makes people laugh.

National Day stick, National Day stick, National Day is festive and lively.

National Day is wonderful, National Day is wonderful, National Day is wonderful.

…Celebrate the National Day.

Looking at the vicissitudes of the world, we celebrate the 49th anniversary of the founding of China.

Chinese virtues have a long history.

Heroes are full of glory.

1."Daddy".

Daddy is happy when he is happy.

Speak very loudly.

The ceilings will shake.

When Dad was sad.

Dumbfounded.

Like a wooden man.

When Dad is angry.

It's like a volcanic eruption.

Who touched. Whoever is unlucky.

2.Spring Bird. Spring Bird is a good companion of the Golden Voice.

Early in the morning every day.

Wake me up from my dreams.

Mom said that the spring bird was calling me.

She asked me to go with her into the great forest.

Listen to nature's moving chorus.

3.Bamboo shoots quietly.

Arch out of the earth. I want to inquire.

The secret of the green trees in the spring.

Blossoming news.

4.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.

5.Straw hat. Small holes in the straw hat.

It's me who gives the sun.

Door after door opened.

You see, the sun is coming down.

They mischievously stepped on my shadow.

My shadow left their footprints.

6.Bud buds. Spring has arrived.

The weather is warmer.

Hurry up and come out.

The bud bud should not only show a small head.

How beautiful the bark is on the outside.

Hurry up and come out.

The sun will give you.

Dress in green. The spring breeze will be given to you.

Sweet dew drops.

7.Fishing fire. The night is quiet.

The river is a good boy.

Listen to Mother Moon.

Slept, the fisherman lit the fire.

The river is like opening its eyes.

Talking in a dream.