Writing children s poems, how to create children s poems

1 Dusk The evening bell of Millel on the wall was struck by my silence, and the Holy One, who rode his donkey to Jeruchelom, had not yet returned.

Ignore the cunning look of that lamp, and tell me: who lit the first match?

2 The wheels of the chariots, the hooves of the horses, the trumpets of the trumpets, the flags of the caracal, and the will that does not grow weary are forward.

Why complain about the sinless shoes?

You! Extinguished torches, fish in the dry pond.

3 Expectation Every silver raindrop is a beating word, and the lightning that burns wildly is the title of a line of actioners.

Wake up from the threshold of the night, open the black cat of dreams, and listen to the rolling thunder to report to me the good news.

4 Clouds Stop walking on my blue roofs [.]

My dove has informed you: I am not a believer in the Gallery School.

See how I abused the spade queen with a pencil sharpening knife, and you will understand that this season should allow the fruit to ripen quickly.

5 Summer is white-hot. Incandescence. The voice of the call of the pioneers.

Decline. Decline. The weight of the love of the blood-bearers.

When the phoenix is flying into the raging fire, why, I still sleep in the shade of the cross?

6 Birds flew into the poetry books of the old Indian poets and jumped into the palm of the Persian empress, what about me? Silence is like the dumb, stupid and wingless.

Aristophanes had brought his vision to the theatre, but the land of the penguins of Francis had no harbor for me to anchor.

The taste of love is sweet.

It was my mother's care and encouragement when I encountered setbacks.

The taste of love is bitter.

It's the sternness and anger on Dad's face when we make mistakes.

The taste of love is sour.

It is the comfort and encouragement of family members when they feel wronged.

The taste of love is different.

It doesn't matter if it's sweet, bitter, or sour, it's blissful.

The two have no suspicions, and there are a total of stars in the night.

The years are more golden, and the laughter is like a sunny day.

Sealed birds.

Pray for a free world, let me fly freely.

The heart is blooming.

Sorrowful. I'm one.

Sealed birds.

The world changed me.

I prayed that sorrow would be crossed away, and joy would be in my heart.

I love my mother. My love comes from my heart.

The taste of love is different.

It's like the taste of fruit.

I have a beautiful wish.

Sow the sun when you grow up.

It is enough to sow one.

There will be many, many suns.

A hail cracks and closes: a grunt kangaroo.

A lot of children's poems flourish.

1 Naughty wind.

This cute little girl.

Running happily in the fields.

Accidentally. The skirt scraped against the branches of the locust tree next to the wheat field.

Naughtyly tugging and struggling.

Leaves on the tree.

In the rustle.

2 lovely rains.

Sneakily lying on the window.

I want to eavesdrop on whispers in the house.

Ray inadvertently sneezed.

Timid, it panicked.

Stumble to the ground. After a heavy fall.

It cried on the ground.

3. The umbrella arm is bent into a stem.

Colorful buds.

Blooming in the rain. Main streets, alleys.

People took refuge in the flowers everywhere.

Be a happy bee.

But it seems to be more like a group of tadpoles.

Under the lotus flowers floating in the rain.

Swim, swim 4 clouds are broken.

Sunlight leaked through the cracks in the clouds.

One drop, two drops, three drops...

Soon the sea surfaced with a layer of gold.

Oh my God, the clouds are breaking.

What can I do?

The sun will run dry.

5 thunder a child.

Hold a megaphone.

Hidden in the clouds. Once, mocked those who mocked him for his cowardice.

They all hid in the house.

The third year of high school: the future of the school will be determined, and the first exam is a matter of life and death. If you want to invite Dapeng to play Chongyun, Encore is committed to a champion!

"The Stars".

That night, the wind lifted the last rays of the sunset, and you silently filled the sky.

Standing quietly in the distant sky, gazing deeply at us on the ground.

The world is so small that we can see each other almost every day.

The greeting was omitted, because we were familiar.

Looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, it turns out that the sky is a castle.

Nobita has his jingle, and Sakura has her Kuro cards.

But what about the stars?

It has its light.

With a short life, compose a brilliant movement.

I made a wish under the stars, a vow I had already thought of.

If it's dark for nights, I'll still be under my sky.

Waiting for you to light up!

Memories of eternal childhood.

When I was a child, my mother told me.

When you grow up, you can go far away.

It's been a long, long journey in life.

Traveled through thousands of rivers and mountains.

At that time, I was looking forward to ......

I hope that I will grow up quickly.

When you grow up, you can be like an adult.

Going to a distant place has gone a long, long way in life.

Traveled through thousands of rivers and mountains.

Childhood, childhood.

Memories of eternal childhood.

Often I show it in my dreams.

It's beautiful and welcoming.

It is pure and the mother sticks a beauty mole on the forehead of her five-year-old.

At the same time, it also sticks into my own heart.

Thirty years ago today, my mother's mother also pasted one for her.

It's this beauty mole.

Mom has been hiding for 30 years.

The daughter flies on the road of the festival.

Mom walks in her daughter's jumping beauty mole.

Strings of sugar gourds were being sold loudly.

The bow on the little daughter's head flew towards the sugar gourd.

The sugar gourd then kissed the forehead of the old lady who was holding it.

So a fiery red beauty mole was reflected in the mirror of June Day.

The old lady smiled brightly with the sugar gourd.

She also told a story.

I also pasted one for my daughter – more than thirty years ago.

That's the year.

Not as fresh as it is now"

The youngest daughter suddenly asked the old lady to bend down.

She took off the mole on her forehead and pasted it on the old lady's forehead.

And spoke. Happy Juneteenth, Grandma! "

I used pieces of colored paper to fold into small boats. It floats slowly along with the clear and transparent murmuring water. Some are stained with morning dew, and whisper together; Some were blown up by the wind and fell gently.

I hope that the colorful boat can bring good wishes to people. I hope that the colorful boat can make good travel companions. I want the colorful boat, drifting to a foreign land.

Distant friends, when you dream of a small pink boat, don't be surprised by its mild color; I will soothe your sweet dreams with pink love.

Mother's love Mother's love is like a spring flower Smiling and giving me fragrance Mother's love is like the summer sun Jumping to give me strength Mother's love is like an autumn field Silently holding out her golden heart Mother's love is like snow in winter Quietly covering her beloved little seedlings All year round I am growing up healthily in my mother's deep love.

The moon rises, there is the sound of eagles returning to their nests, there are fish jumping out of the blue light, there is the sound of the piano interpreting ancient legends, so many eyes that I don't know who fall on the birch tree, blink on the ground, reveal wisdom and arrogance, but at night, but throw to the moon Infinite tenderness It was also the night that those window flowers cut out by my grandmother were wrapped in ice cream flowers and melted in my dreams.

Our sky, so blue, so blue.

We are playing freely.

We are so happy, we should have no troubles.

We hope that there will be no troubles in this world.

How nice that would be, I love the world.

Bud 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.

One, two, three, four, five, one can't count, addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, I can't use it, I don't need to take it, I took 0 eggs in the exam, my mother beat me, sent me back to my hometown, and became a scumbag in elementary school.

Is it raining? I asked the sky.

After a while, a light rain began to fall.

The sky is sincere. I say.

Carrying a small schoolbag, I held a small umbrella and said to the sky, I'm going home, what about you?

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 has stopped, is it the train that has arrived?

If the sun is the king of the sky.

It's so lonely.

It must be lonely.

So proud.

Shine on us.

When it's too late to eat is something that is a problem.

One: "Hope".

At night, the sky is dark

Swallowed up the sky.

Only the moon. Life is full of difficulties

permeated the surroundings.

There is only hope. Two: In the spring, I quietly made a wish to let the new leaves be in the ideal

Grow up slowly. In summer, my ideal sail is like a shy flower

Look at the bloom. In autumn, my ideal sail is like snow flying in the sky—falling gently.

In winter, I look at the bare branches? But my ideals will not be extinguished, they are just there – slowly deepening.

Forever.

One, two, three, four, five, one can't count, addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, one can't either, 0 eggs in the exam, and my mother beat me.

"Clouds" clouds like a busy painter in the sky.

Drawing picture after picture, Yun is like a playful little trickster, often forgetting to go home.

What you write yourself is the most real!

Don't cry, children, my brother will give you candy to eat. Immediately stopped crying, and smiled on his face.

46.Eye.

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.

47.Wooden Boat Tree.

It was sawn down, and it was a stout willow tree.

Its heart was hollowed out, and it became a canoe.

But its soul is still there, it is a green heroic spirit.

In this sea of trees, it was also a green flag!

At night, it is docked on the shore, on the shore of a mud pond.

Suddenly, it felt the earth caressing it again.

Give it a call to life.

A few days later, the owner was stunned that his canoe was gone.

Green leaf buds sprouted on it, and it was still a tree!

48.The little sparrow stands on the branch.

Everyone is afraid of winter.

Say that it is cold in winter.

But the little sparrow said no.

On a bare tree.

Reciting short poems. Everybody says it's ugly in winter.

Lonely and lonely without greenery.

The little sparrow stands on the branch.

To the lonely old tree.

Add a slice. Flying leaves.

49.Children's poems about trees.

Towards the rain, towards the sun, stretching out one by one.

Green slap.

Brown Tree, what do you want?

Tell me quickly.

The golden thread of the sun shone brightly, and the silver thread of the rain shone brightly, and I made a garment of gold and silver thread, twisted into brown silk.

50.Dandelion children.

Do I have to fly away Mom.

Can you grow a little bigger?

The outside world is too big.

I was a little scared.

Fly alone. It must be cold.

There is no warm embrace from my mother.

It's still dark and I won't be able to find my way home.

Mommy Mommy. Kiss me again.

Please be sure to remember me.

This time next year.

I will bloom a small golden flower.

It also has a hairball on its head.

Childhood Fun Stories (2 songs).

a) It's late at night.

Grandma's story has been so sleepy that I kowtow and dozel.

Little me. But he still has a look in his eyes.

Helpless, Grandma had to whisper mysteriously.

Go to sleep, you hear a voice outside the door.

The old cat monkey is coming.

Catch the kids who don't sleep at night.

Unexpectedly, this sentence piqued my curiosity.

I didn't pester my grandmother to take me to see it.

How scary old cat monkeys are.

Grandma who is now nearly 100 years old.

Whenever you see me.

It's always a joke.

You can hear it. She still loves me so much.

b) It's dark.

It's darker in the house. Mother knocks on the door.

Child: Are you in the house?

Mom: I'm here, I'm guarding the door.

Why not go out and play.

Have you forgotten I promised you to watch the door at home.

Same as when I was a kid.

I'm still not afraid of the dark.

And the promise is included in the character must.

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Take us to appreciate the vast sea of books and feel the change of the four seasons. I have a pair of hands, which can appreciate the beauty of the world and do a lot of benevolent and righteous things. I will never forget that I once had such a pair of hands.

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Childhood, is a fresh song.

I use my tender hands.

Compose Japanese characters into strings of musical notes.

Jump at your fingertips.

Childhood, is a pure blue painting.

I look at it with clear eyes.

The years have converged into the Milky Way.

Flowing in the heart.