Children s poems 10 lines 100 children s poems

1 Daddy's snoring.

It's like a little train on a mountain.

It reminds me.

Beautiful forest.

Daddy's snoring.

Always intermittent.

Makes me worry that the train will derail.

Hey. Daddy's snoring stopped.

Isn't the train arriving at the station 2 back to green, my grove.

Ants and flying insects in the grove.

These humble lives are coming with spring.

Under the dirt, I heard the sound of earthworms crawling.

Slam your soft head into the dirt closed door.

In the meadow of the grove, I saw a herd of goats.

Swinging his long beard and bleating.

It shook my youth and soul.

A black goat is coming to me.

With tears of happiness on his face 3

Spring brushes.

Spring has arrived, and the spring girl's brush.

A touch of the east and a wave of the west.

The snow melted, the willows turned green, the peach blossoms red, the pear blossoms bloomed, and we smiled.

The big fat pig, black, slept on the ground after eating, covered in mud. The sparrow stole its feed and danced on it, and it didn't care at all. Sparrows are so weird:

How can this black stone still snore? There was a frog in the well, croaking and singing, singing endless loneliness and loneliness.

During the day it saw how small the sky was, and at night it could only see a few stars.

If it changes me, it won't be happy in my heart.

I scooped it up with a bucket, and when it saw the wideness of the sky, it was jumping, jumping, singing, and happy just like me. Gently, gently, a small fan, pounced on the flowing fireflies.

Glass bottles, shiny, full of flying lights. The sky is full of stars, and they are all frightened.

Eyes wide open:

Oh! Oh no, that naughty kid, catching the stars that we're going down to!

Daddy's Snoring) (To the Mouse) (Let's Go to the Sea) (Add 'Waist' to the Poem) ('Autumn' in the Poem) Just want to say Night Sky My Love Love Regret I think so.

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Hahaha, hahaha, I'm in the house, install electricity.

Children all over the world can talk across mountains and rivers.

Ding Zero Zero, Ding Zero Zero, one moment to call Dad, one moment to call Mom, just don't call me this little doll!

Hahaha, ** is also an "eccentric eye"; Love it and hate it!

2. Beat the willow branches.

The willow herd, waving its green arms, beats the beat, directing the spring chorus.

It waives very slowly and lightly, and the song of spring is very sweet and fragrant.

The singing of the bees bloomed beautiful flowers, the singing of the birds made the sky exceptionally clear, the singing of the wind brought lovely swallows, and the singing of the brook made the rice seedlings green in the fields.

There are so many songs in the sky, and the willow branches are busy from morning till night.

You see the clumps of catkins floating down, they're sweating from exhaustion.

3. Leaves. The wind is coming, and the leaves are fluttering; The wind is gone, and the leaves are quiet.

I love these leaves, sometimes fluttering, sometimes quiet.

4. The rain stopped.

The rain stopped. The sky is bluer, the mountains are greener, the flowers are redder, the grass is greener, the winding river, and the ...... have grownAh, the rain, stopped....

5. Waterfall. This cliff is like a grandfather, so old, so old, so old, wrinkles all over the body, there are thousands of them, hey! You see, a long white beard, dragged from head to toe, and he sang and sang and sang, and his beard did not flutter in a hurry.

6. The moon. The moon in the sky was round and round, shining in the sea like a jade plate.

A school of fish swam over, and the jade plate shattered into two or three pieces.

The fish was so frightened that they ran away until they reached the rocks.

Looking back, the moon is still round and round.

7. Little fairy tales.

To the south of the clouds, in that distant place, a flock of leaves says: We want to open like flowers.

There is a flock of flowers that says: We want to fly like birds.

A flock of peacocks said, "We want to grow like trees."

8. Pomegranate. The pomegranate blossoms bloomed, and it was Aunt Xia who tied them.

Bright bow, pomegranate fruit ripe.

It's Qiu's mother shaking, the red bell of the harvest.

9. Bud buds. Spring has arrived, and the weather has warmed up.

Hurry up and come out, little bud.

Don't just show a small head, how beautiful the bark is.

Come out quickly, the sun will give you.

Put on the green clothes, and the spring breeze will give you.

Sweet dew drops.

10. Fishing fire.

The night is quiet, the river waters.

It's a good boy who listens to Mother Moon.

Sleeping, the fisherman lit the fishing fire.

The river is like opening your eyes.

Talking in a dream.

"Tree" spring tree.

It is the stage for the beauty pageant of the flowers.

I don't know, don't look at me.

We bai

I think of Aunt Du Qiu.

Just think of the harvest.

I haven't met Aunt Qiu.

Zhi but I dao guessed Aunt Qiu's.

The face was red.

Round and 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. Busy - she gives them 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 was so nice, she sent it to us.

A cool breeze.

Make that for the village to see the yard.

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.

The Net of the Moon, Sylwarstein (US).

"If I Were a Snowflake" Jin Bo.

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

Float into the creek, contain.

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. ......

Children's Poetry: What to Love in Summer.

Autumn love. Shake off the yellow leaves on the tree, love it in winter.

I put an ice seal on the creek and love it in spring.

Sprinkle flowers and plants everywhere, what do you like in summer?

Only I know.

I know I love to whistle in the summer.

You listen: "Got it......."Got ......”

A cicada, a whistle, how lively it blows.

Children's Poetry: Eyes.

On white paper.

I draw a pair of eyes.

These eyes. Full of sunshine.

Filled with stars.

Filled with flowers.

It will never shed tears.

In order to make this pair of eyes.

Always full of sunshine.

Filled with stars. Full of flowers.

I'm in my heart. Another pair of eyes were drawn.

These eyes. Haven't seen the sun.

Never seen the stars.

Never seen flowers.

It drained all the tears.

On white paper.

I drew a pair of eyes.

Children's Poems: 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 went backwards, so weird and fast, we didn't have to walk, and we arrived in Taipei all at once.

Children's Poetry: Dandelion Doesn't Say a Word.

It's far away and far away.

It's near, it's close, it's close.

White flocculent and flocculent.

Fluffy light and mischievous.

Oh, it is. Dandelion flowering season.

The sky is full of land. Trailing her tracks.

Dye your eyelashes.

Touched the wings of my nose.

It's still clinging to my skirt.

Neither abandon nor leave.

This little pom-pom. This white miracle.

You're the lovesick of midsummer.

Or memories of a cold winter.

Dandelion doesn't say a word.

Wink and be intimate with me.

Grandpa's Winter.

Winter is the season of silence.

Grandpa always sat alone by the winter wall.

Silent. Sunlight with gentle hands.

Stroking his old walnut-like face.

Like a loving mother.

Stroking his beloved child.

Winter is the season of snowfall.

Snowflakes resemble mysterious white butterflies.

They all boasted of coming from a distant kingdom of heaven.

My grandfather was in the quiet of a snowy night.

Tell the story of his childhood.

He was as happy as a child.

My heart is filled with infinite warmth.

Like we do in sad days.

Suddenly I remembered the spring of an outing.

Actually, no one knows.

What was Grandpa thinking about in the winter.

But his story told me.

He left his childhood and hometown behind.

It's very, very far away......

Topic: I think.

I want to put little hands.

Resting on a peach tree branch.

With a bunch of buds, holding thousands of rays of sunshine, yo, yo-

Singing with a long voice.

I want to put my feet.

Attached to the roots of willow trees.

Reach into the wet and soft earth, soak up the sweet nutrients, long, long-

Grow into a green tent.

I want to put eyes.

Mounted on a kite.

Look at how soft the white clouds are, look at how bright the sun is, look, look-

Blue skies are my classroom.

I want to put myself on my own.

Planted in the spring of the land.

It becomes a small grass, green and shining, and it becomes a small flower and blooms beautifully.

Becoming catkins and dandelions is my greatest wish.

I'll fly, fly

Fly to distant places.

However, when flying to a distant place, you have to discuss ...... with your parents

The sea, the sea! You were born with a golden voice, a majestic tenor. Why not go to the choir? Your face rises, curves. Is it wrinkles? Are you old?

Kangaroo. It's strange to have a mother with a big bag on her body, no turnips and no vegetables, and a big obedient one inside.