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Young and frivolous Su Dongpo read some books when he was a teenager, and because of his intelligence, he was often praised by his teachers. Quite conceitedly, he posted a couplet in front of his room: "Know all the words in the world and read all the books in the world."

After a white-haired old woman visited Su Shi with a profound ancient book, Su Shi did not know the words in the book, and the old woman took this opportunity to tactfully criticize Su Shi, so Su Shi changed the couplet to "be angry and know all the words in the world, and be determined to read all the books in the world", in order to encourage herself, and it has been passed on as a good talk since then.

Where the moon rises.

The moon rises and there is the sound of eagles returning home.

There are fish jumping out of the blue light.

There is the sound of the piano to interpret the ancient legend.

A lot of eyes that I don't know who.

Fall on a birch tree and wink.

Exudes wisdom and arrogance.

but in the night it was thrown to the moon.

Infinite Tenderness was also that night.

Those that stick to the window.

Grandma's cut-out window grilles.

Wrapped in ice cream flowers.

In my dreams.

Melted. I love this land" (Ai Qing).

If I were a bird, I should also sing with a hoarse throat:

This storm-stricken land, this river of grief that forever rags with us, this angry wind that blows endlessly, and the ...... of the dawn that comes from the woods

Then I died, and even my feathers rotted in the ground.

Why do I always have tears in my eyes?

Because I love this land so much......

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.

2.Bamboo shoots quietly.

Arch out of the earth. I want to inquire.

The secret of the green trees in the spring.

Blossoming news.

3.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.

4.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.

5.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.

6.Fishing fire. The night is quiet.

River Water is a good boy.

Listen to Mother Moon.

Slept, the fisherman lit the fire.

The river is like opening your eyes.

Talking in a dream.

Father: Father is a high mountain.

When I was a child, he always held me up.

Swinging his feet on the shoulders of the Rolling Boys.

If you look up, you can see the stars.

Now he is a crooked river.

Flows silently.

Occasionally a small boat passes by.

He always hoped that there was me in there

Children like things that are vivid and full of pictures, so they should pay attention when conceiving the plot of children's poems. Making the verbs and nouns in the poem more vivid and vivid can increase the love of Dawang children for the poem. For example, using creatures in nature as the protagonists shows some truth through the interaction between animals and the environment.

At the same time, for children, the structure of the poem should also be simple and easy to understand. It can be appropriately categorized according to the age of the child: simple children's songs can be used for ages 1-3, extended children's poems for ages 3-6, and more complex children's poems for ages 7-12.

I want to put little hands.

Resting on a peach tree branch.

With a bunch of buds, holding the ruler and erecting thousands of rays of sunshine, yoya, yo- You're singing in spring.

I want to put my feet.

Attached to the roots of willow trees.

Reach into the soft and wet earth, soak up the sweet nourishment, and grow, grow, 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 at the blue sky is 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 a distant place.

However, if you fly to a distant place, you have to discuss it with your parents.

I want to be the first poem of the second unit of the second unit of the fifth grade of the people's education edition of the primary school Chinese "Two Children's Poems", this children's poem writes a series of wonderful fantasies of a child, wanting to put his little hands on the branches of the peach tree, wanting to connect his feet to the roots of the willow tree, wanting to put his eyes on the kite, and wanting to plant himself on the land, expressing the child's rich imagination and the pursuit and yearning for beauty.

The poem is very rhythmic, and the structure of each stanza is basically the same, making it a catchy read;The wording is also very particular, "An, pick-up, pretend, species" explains what "I" want to do, "long, long, hope, fly" is the imagination of what "I" changes to do, and the use of these words that indicate action is both accurate and vivid.

The author is Jian Pinjian Li Jie: Gao Hongbo, pen name Xiang Chuan, poet and essayist, born in Inner Mongolia in December 1951. He graduated from the Department of Chinese at Peking University in 1988.

In 1969, he was conscripted into the army and served as a soldier and platoon commander of the artillery regiment of the 40th Division of the Army. He began publishing in 1971. He joined the Chinese Writers Association in 1984.

After changing jobs in 1978, he successively served as the deputy director of the news department of "Literature and Art Daily", the deputy director of the General Office of the Chinese Writers Association, the deputy editor-in-chief of "Chinese Writers", the editor-in-chief of "Poetry Magazine", and the director and secretary of the founding department of the Chinese Writers Association. Member of the National Committee of the Chinese Writers Association. Vice Chairman of the Chinese Writers Association.

He has worked in administrative work and edited large periodicals.

It's my ride to and from the moon.

It's easy to look at the stars.

A dream come true at the touch of a button.

If you've ever been curious about black holes.

I can shuttle through it today.

This vast universe.

began to cover our footprints.

One of them: "It's Raining".

Rain, booming and down.

Flowers and plants, get a new life.

The earth is full of life.

Rain, booming and down.

It is a gentle finger.

Playing the piano of the night.

Rain, booming and down.

It is a veil of nature.

Cover my face.

Second: "If I Were a Cloud".

If I were a sail and a cloud.

I'm going to be a horse.

Go after that one sheep.

And turn into a marshmallow.

Fall into the hands of the crying child.

Third: "Love In**".

Love in**? Please tell me.

Love is here

Grandma sewed into the soles of her shoes.

Love is here

Wai Na Jujube Gong put it in the New Year's bag.

Love is here

Grandma boiled it in the chicken broth.

Love is here

Mom filled in the hug.

Love is here

Dad melted into a smile.

Love, everywhere!

Fourth: "The City".

I was in the car.

The scenery glides in front of the glass window.

Armored concrete. Skyscrapers.

One drop. It's just that you don't see the colors of nature.

"Clouds" Yun is like a busy painter, painting one picture after another in the sky.

The clouds are like a playful little trick-or-treater

The white clouds in the sky are one after another, the grass on the ground sits in rows, the clouds chase each other and frolic each other, the grass grinning, the clouds behind, you run, get together to take a shower.

Mushrooms, the little fools in the forest. When the rain stopped, I opened my beautiful umbrella.