Ask for a ten line poem written by a seven or eight year old child a worse one .

Homesickness Once upon a time, I was a king, happy and rich, and the princess next door was my beautiful wife.

We harvest pearls of sorghum, gems of maize, and gold paper that hangs all over the old elm trees.

And now? Now I'm destitute.

Pop songs and neon lights anemia my mind.

Standing on the streets of insanity, I don't know where to go.

Dying Star Gently, I want to.

Use a silver paper cutter.

Cut the veins of the blue river, and let the melancholy and mourning.

Anger flooded up.

Looking at a dying star, I forgot the tears that crawled on my face.

Flowers and Fruits Flowers are silent**, fruits are the most moving books, when they are played in the spring and published in the fall, my days are the gears of the timepiece, to be mercilessly bitten and strangled;

Fragments of my heart flew in the court, and a sigh of mine rang out from the bottom of the stairs.

Knock-knock-knock" This is the footsteps of the People's Liberation Army's advance, and they are marching majestically along Tiananmen Square on Chang'an Avenue. "Knock-knock-knock" is so powerful, what a powerful footstep! This is not an ordinary footstep, it is the voice of our country marching towards the forest of nations in the world, the voice of joy of the achievements made by the motherland since the reform and opening up, and the footsteps of the Chinese people raising their eyebrows.

It was they, the uncles of the People's Liberation Army, who fought tenaciously with the enemy on the battlefield in exchange for today's happy life; It is they, the uncles of the People's Liberation Army, who used their lives and blood to defend the borders of the motherland and selflessly dedicate their youth to their posts, and it is precisely because of this group of "mighty divisions, civilized cities, and victorious divisions" as the backing of the motherland that the motherland is prosperous today, social stability, and national unity.

Whether it is as France has received a reply from the other side whether it is a substantial method.

There is a river in front of the door, and there is a flock of ducks in the river, and the ducks quack, and I really want to eat it!

I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere.

The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much.

There is no one in the empty mountain, but there is a sound of people's voices.

Returning to the deep forest, shining on the moss.

Red beans are born in the south, and a few branches are sent in spring.

May you pick more, this thing is the most lovely.

If you come from your hometown, you should know about your hometown.

In front of the window in the coming day, the cold plum blossoms are not blooming.

The end of the south is beautiful, and the snow floats in the clouds.

The forest shows that the darkness is dark, and the twilight in the city is cold.

The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.

Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown.

At the end of the day, the Yellow River flows into the sea.

If you want to be poor, go to the next level.

Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear.

Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow.

Xiang was unwell at night and drove to the ancient plains.

The sunset is infinitely better, just near dusk.

On the seven strings, listen to the pine wind and cold.

Although the ancient tune is self-love, many people today do not play.

The power covers three countries, and the name becomes an eight-array map.

Jiang Liushi does not turn, and he sends hatred to swallow Wu.

Leaving the grass on the plain, one year old and one withered.

Wildfires burn inexhaustibly. The spring breeze blows and grows.

Yuanfang invaded the ancient road, and the clear green connected the deserted city.

He sent Wang Sun to go, and he was full of farewell.

The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt.

Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late.

Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs.

Fruit grows on tall trees.

Younger siblings pick fruits.

He is short and short enough to reach the fruit.

The younger brother was anxious and the younger sister was crying.

The little puppy came over and pouted.

The tail is only wagging and the ears are swinging.

Jumping up and down to figure it out.

My brother and sister helped to pick the dry mountain.

Xiao out of the Jingci Temple to send Lin Zifang.

The garden sky is covered with the sea, and the black little holds the lonely boat.

The kitten was beside me, dreaming sweet dreams.

You'll find out on the last one.

10, "Mid-Autumn Night" Tang-Li Qiao.

The cold sky on the round soul is the same all over the world.

Thousands of miles away, there is no rain and wind?

11 "In the Mountains" Tang-Wang Bo.

The Yangtze River has been stagnant, and thousands of miles will return.

The situation is high and windy, and the yellow leaves of the mountains are flying.

It depends on his or her intelligence.