Time saving children s poems 5

One man's alley.

There is the romance of a twilight sunset.

Pick up the straw on the edge of the road.

Put it in your mouth and chew it.

An ocean of men.

There is the sorrow of the blue sea and blue sky.

Kicking the floating aquatic plants.

Let the heart swing gently.

A small street for one person.

There is the poignancy of falling rain and colorful.

With the same colorful umbrella.

People who watch the end of the movie.

Wander on the edge of distraction.

Mother's eyes.

I think you sent me to the school.

Quietly hide out the window.

The first time I peeked at a lecture.

Joyful eyes.

The moment I look back and see it once in a while.

I don't really know Mother.

You've gone back to that childhood without books.

The sound of your daughter's reading recreates the joy of your childhood.

From then on, next to the pigsty, between the stoves.

I was singing in a daze.

You read page by page of my textbook.

Remember that you removed the twigs from the stems.

Make a whip and hand it to me.

When I was forced to learn to be a little teacher.

Majestic expectant eyes.

Timidly took the moment.

I don't really know Mother.

You don't give your daughter a dead branch.

It's a kite that flies its dreams.

From then on, my eyes would look up.

A thousand times over the wilderness without flowers and plants.

10,000 times across the riverbed where there is no current.

Only follow the piece that you have forever assigned to me.

The bluest, bluest sky.

I'll never forget the first time school had a monthly break.

When you get back to your doorstep.

You put your arms around my head and back.

In an instant, the eyes were intertwined with laughter and tears.

Han Han smiled and threw myself into your arms.

I really didn't know at the time, Mother.

The glittering tears were originally your treasure that was more penetrating than a diamond.

The sun is warmer than laughter.

Mother: All the dark nights I've been through since then.

It can penetrate the light in an instant.

Mother My mother.

Now you are out of this world.

I can't find my loved ones anymore.

Let me shout out to you Mother.

Because when I call you.

My tears can touch the warmth of your fingers.

Mother When I'm Lonely makes me think about you.

Especially to. Think of the way you loved me.

I remembered my mother's eyes.

There is a kind of warmth that penetrates the heart.

Spread all around me.

It makes me want to be lazy every time.

All bloom into kites like a kite crossing the sky.

Flowers bloom in spring.

Autumn flowers fall.

Time is a magician.

Change the world.

Spring breeze it and I are good.

Lead me around the fields.

In the wilderness, we pick wildflowers.

Flowers play with butterflies.

In the blink of an eye, autumn has come again.

We've all grown up.

Look back at the road you've traveled.

Time has passed.

Children's poem - "The Old Man of Time" It is for children who do not cherish time, carving a stupid turtle, carrying a heavy sigh, crawling behind very distressed. It carves a big red horse for a diligent child, and every day it always flies on all fours, running ahead of others. It gives people who have made great contributions, carved a universal passport, no matter where you go, you will see a spring-like smile It gives people who have achieved nothing, Carve a certificate of disqualification in life, although he is still very young, but he is too old to be old.

This time carving knife is so iron-faced and selfless. It tests each person's attitude towards time.

I want to live in a world where I will never grow up.

People are naïve, kind, and don't hurt each other.

Even if there is a quarrel, they are quickly reconciled.

Even if the crying stops quickly.

In the bedroom, on the playground, by the river.

Piled up with toys we all share.

The sky is blue and the earth is white.

It's a small windmill to go to**.

Small trojans, small flowers.

A shy smile was displayed.

Today's world is melancholy.

Abhor. And it can't be changed.

Especially when time sends us into youth.

Sent into middle age, sent into old age.

We live hard and enjoy our suffering.

There is only one night a year.

Used to splurge briefly.

There is only one night a year.

Remembering distant things.

Vultures are self-contained, and eclipsed.

Excited eyes.

On days when the flowers are noisy.

Say goodbye to the spring breeze season in June.

All of them are shiny.

The heart of the cleaner is still blooming.

The emerald curtain slowly opened.

The little angel with pink and heavy makeup on the stage.

Babbling and whispering.

The trees are full of colorful stories.

The sky was as blue as water.

Who is it? With a moistened red handkerchief.

Cover your eyes with excitement.

Happy June 1st.

Rays of sunlight shine into the heart.

We're laughing.

Pure heart. Like a beautiful moon flower.

It's blooming. The guiding lights of the stars.

It's the laughter of the children.

Look at the cute faces of children.

We can't help but think of ourselves.

Happy childhood.

The flowers are open and the laughter is sweet, and the face is thick and fragrant in June.

The pair of white ducks swim in the clear water, and the double wooden oars swing the boat.

Chang'e envies Children's Day, and Weaver Girl Sifan is lazy to be a fairy.

Dare to ask who is the lord of Yaotai?

The new bud is blooming in childhood.

Children's Day.

1 flower bud. The park is full of purple and red.

The flowers are blooming so beautifully.

In every gentle smile.

There are shadows of children.

Bingxin's poems about children are beautiful and can be found more, and here is an example:

In addition to the universe, the cutest are only children.

You don't have to think about talking to him, and you don't have to be reserved and blind in your attitude.

Raise your head and laugh, lower your head to get water.

Let you think deeply, or praise it;

Donkey back mountain, under the mountain gate, when I look back, I am always lively and smiling.

Mother's eyes.

I think you sent me to the school.

Quietly hide out the window.

The first time I peeked at a lecture.

Joyful eyes.

The moment I look back and see it once in a while.

I don't really know Mother.

You've gone back to that childhood without books.

The sound of your daughter's reading recreates the joy of your childhood.

From then on, next to the pigsty, between the stoves.

I was singing in a daze.

You read page by page of my textbook.

Remember that you removed the twigs from the stems.

Make a whip and hand it to me.

When I was forced to learn to be a little teacher.

Majestic expectant eyes.

Timidly took the moment.

I don't really know Mother.

You don't give your daughter a dead branch.

It's a kite that flies its dreams.

From then on, my eyes would look up.

A thousand times over the wilderness without flowers and plants.

10,000 times across the riverbed where there is no current.

Only follow the piece that you have forever assigned to me.

The bluest, bluest sky.

I'll never forget the first time school had a monthly break.

When you get back to your doorstep.

You put your arms around my head and back.

In an instant, the eyes were intertwined with laughter and tears.

Han Han smiled and threw myself into your arms.

I really didn't know at the time, Mother.

The glittering tears were originally your treasure that was more penetrating than a diamond.

The sun is warmer than laughter.

Mother: All the dark nights I've been through since then.

It can penetrate the light in an instant.

Mother My mother.

Now you are out of this world.

I can't find my loved ones anymore.

Let me shout out to you Mother.

Because when I call you.

My tears can touch the warmth of your fingers.

Mother When I'm Lonely makes me think about you.

Especially to. Think of the way you loved me.

I remembered my mother's eyes.

There is a kind of warmth that penetrates the heart.

Spread all around me.

It makes me want to be lazy every time.

All bloom into kites like a kite crossing the sky.

In the green garden, the sunflower waits for the sun. Yangchun Budeze, all things are bright. Often afraid of the autumn festival to come, the yellow flowers and leaves decay. Hundreds of rivers from the east to the sea, when to return to the west.