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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
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I thought, I want to put my ears on the tree.
Listen to the murmur of the brook and the singing of the wind.
Listen, listen
Listen to nature's reverie.
I want to put my eyes on the breeze.
Look at the lightness of the willow branches, and look at the noise of the flowers.
Behold, behold—
I saw the bloom of spring.
I want to put my mouth on the kite.
Talk to the blue sky, and chat with the white clouds.
Ahh
The silver moonlight was nagged.
I want to put myself on the lotus pond in the summer.
It becomes a lotus flower, the powder shines, and it turns into a green leaf, and it is green and shiny.
Becoming a fish and a tadpole is my greatest wish.
I'll swim, swim
Swim to beautiful places.
However, when you get to a beautiful place, you have to discuss it with your parents.
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I love your tinkling camel bells.
It is it that makes the Silk Road go back and forth for a long time, and I love your tender green grass buds.
It is it that covers the desolation of the Gobi Desert, I love you, the shepherd flute of the countryside.
It is it that scatters colorful notes in all directions.
I love your urban high-rises.
It is it that holds people's ideals to the sun.
I love you the blue waves of the Yangtze River.
It is it that plays and sings the hearts of 56 peoples.
I love you the waves of the Yellow River.
It is the one that feeds and raises 1.3 billion people.
I love the majesty of your Great Wall.
It is it that stands up the backbone of the sons and daughters of China.
I love you the majestic Yellow Mountain.
It is it that shows the beauty and dignity of the motherland.
I love the vastness of your plateau.
It is it that exposes the arrogance of the descendants of Yan and Huang.
I love the lushness of your cane forests.
It is it that sweetens the hearts of hundreds of millions of people.
I love your open window.
It is it that makes the flowers of civilization shine and fragrance.
I love your wave of reform.
It is it that shakes off the hat of poverty and backwardness.
I love your wise mind.
It was it that took home the gold medal for the four great inventions.
I love your industrious hands.
It is it that dresses up and dresses up the modern Motherland.
I love your great banner.
It is it that represents the direction in which the people are headed.
I love your five-colored sails.
It is the one who makes the ship of the century sail away!
Motherland, I love you.
I love your grass and green wood show.
I love your birdsong and frog singing.
I love your mountains and rivers.
I love your urban and rural areas.
I love you.
You love your sunshine.
Motherland, I love you.
You are the one who gave me life.
It was you who gave me strength.
It was you who plugged in my craving.
A pair of wings to fly.
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Although the poems that describe children's dreams can't be written, but you can buy a book to see, I remember that Shijiazhuang** should be sold on the Internet, you can search for three words of familiar customer groups, open the first link to find it, I seem to have seen it in it!
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A knight's dream, my dream, I have a dream...
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"Dream Seeker".
Dynasties: Contemporary.
Poetry: Dreams will bloom flowers, dreams will bloom delicate flowers, go and ask for priceless treasures.
In the blue sea, at the bottom of the blue sea, there is a golden shell.
You go to climb the iceberg for nine years, you sail to the dry sea for nine years, and then you meet the golden shellfish.
It has the sound of clouds and rain in the sky, it has the sound of the wind and waves on the sea, and it will intoxicate your heart.
Raise it in the sea for nine years, raise it in the water of heaven for nine years, and then, it blooms in a dark night.
When your sideburns are spotty, when your eyes are hazy, the golden shellfish spits out peach-colored beads.
Put the peach-colored beads in your arms, put the peach-colored beads beside your pillow, and a dream quietly rises up.
Your dreams have blossomed, your dreams have blossomed into delicate flowers, when you are old.
Appreciation: 1. "Dream Seeker" is a portrayal of the poet's inner world, and it is also a profound confession of the spirit and soul of the group. It sings the song of the soul of a beautiful dreamer with beautiful symbolic imagery, and this beautiful song tells the true meaning of life:
The realization of any beautiful ideal and the success of any cause must pay the arduous price of people's lifelong pursuit.
2. This poem has a lyrical momentum. The beginning and end are not only a circle structure, but also emotionally oriented to a higher level. The focus of the poem is on the spiritual process of seeking "priceless treasures", from the location of the golden shellfish, to the hardships of the golden shellfish, from the praise of the abundant beauty and value of the golden shellfish, and then to the arduous generation of the peach-colored pearls, 3. Finally, the joy and happiness after the life is obtained by the priceless treasure, the symbolic metaphor and the symbolized ontology are intertwined and integrated, the water and milk are inseparable, and the poet's feelings are also ups and downs, and the poetry and poetry flowing in the middle are not only clear, showing the persistence of pursuing ideals, but also confused and sentimental, It shows the tiredness and old age in the pursuit.
4. The poet Dai Wangshu uses symbolism to convey his awareness of the true meaning of life. The symbolic body in the poem is the poet himself, and the symbolic body is the "peach-colored beads" spit out by the "golden shell". The poet has found the symbol of this ideal, and in it all the good things that life has pursued.
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The poem of dreams.
Dream is a song.
A never-say-die song.
Dreams are one.
A river that never stops.
Dreams are a book.
A book you never get tired of reading.
Dreams are a cup.
Endless tea.
The dream is one.
Standing at the peak of the forest of nations.
Engrave the footprints of thousands of young people.
The dream is one.
The Pagoda of Knowledge.
Sprinkle the sweat of thousands of young people.
A dream is a tree that is thriving.
Tested by wind and rain.
Dreams are one.
Budding buds.
I want to show my own style to the world.
I use a passionate unrestrained one.
The Heart of Dreams. Give yourself a gift of youth.
That's the poetry of dreams.
Hope it helps!
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1 Clothing.
Mother's youth.
Atrophy in your eyes.
But the mother said. Just put it on you.
Yourself is like the land of March.
Life in that moment.
Weave naughty. 2 History.
It's not the words scattered across the book.
The ancients are not ancient. It's my full moon to yesterday's memory.
I grabbed my mother's gaze.
Woke up to his own.
History 3 Big Bird.
My eyes fell into the night sky.
A big bird. Closing in on me.
I have no fear.
in his eyes.
I'm glad I've grown.
4 Imagine. The story of seven people in the jungle.
Tempting me to hide in a fairy tale.
It's up to mom and dad.
Crazy anxious.
In the imagination. Flying 5 Roadside.
Butterflies revel in the fight.
I revel in the butterflies.
Footsteps are like blades of grass on the ground.
Trembling in the wind.
There were a few drops of dew on the side of the road.
Start sharp. 6 Graffiti.
Desire to be accurate. The color of the deadly entanglement.
Slowly, slowly.
The days are bright and fresh.
I do not know. Everything is abnormal.
It's called slavery.
7 Doctors. The noun.
Clearly imprinted in the years of childhood.
Every time I hear it.
The sound of folded wings. It will suddenly ring.
8 Lizards. After the lizard crawled over.
Birth of poetry. It was a gift from my dad.
My little hands.
Lizards are the same. On a piece of paper full of words written by Dad.
Roaming 9 exams.
I understand pomegranates.
Its seeds.
That's the answer to the exam.
The more you prepare.
The better the grades.
Let's see the next time.
10 Chimneys.
Passing through the countryside. There is a bungalow on the roof.
Vertical with a single braid.
Dad said it was a chimney.
Until now. None of the chimneys have dried up.
As tranquil as a lotus on the water of my memory.
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Lighthouse My dad is like a candle, his light is very faint, but it warms our hearts. He is like a beacon that always guides us in the direction of life. Thank you Dad.
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Shake your hand.
You're offended. Please take off your hat.
You're angry. Dry and crisp.
Drink you down in one gulp.
Look at you're still in a daze.
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I'm your mother-in-law, garbage, and it's hard to write a bad %> garbage!!
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The taste of love.
Mom, I love you.
My love comes from my heart, and the taste of love is sweet, like the taste of fruit.
My love is strawberry-flavored, Dad's love is banana-flavored, and Mom's love is apple-flavored.
The taste of fruit is different, and so is the taste of love.
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Fireflies fireflies, carrying small lanterns, fly around, because they don't know how to put the lanterns.
Put it there, so run around, this tree is not good, that tree is not good.
Sunset The sunset is an apple.
The night is a glutton.
Take a bite to set the sun.
Eat the sun and get drunk.
Accidentally knocked over the mountain.
He fell behind the mountain.
And so the night appeared.
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In front of my window, there was a birch tree, as if coated with silver frost, covered in snowflakes.
The fluffy branches, the snow-embroidered lace are chic, the bunches of flower spikes are blooming, and the white tassels are picturesque.
In the hazy silence, the jade stood this white birch, in the brilliant golden light.
Sparkling snowflakes.
The birch wandered around.
The morning glow of Shanshan is late, and it is towards the snow-capped branches.
Another layer of silver brilliance.
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The back is always simple.
Simplicity is a landscape.
The back is always young.
Being young is a kind of clarity.
The back is always very subtle.
Subtlety is a charm.
The back is always lonely.
Solitude is a type of independence.
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I think the author Gao Hongbo.
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
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Puppy ears.
Puppy puppy so cute,
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(1) "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.
2) "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.
3) "Fishing Fire".
The night is quiet.
The river is a good boy.
Listen to Mother Moon.
Slept, the fisherman lit the fire.
The river is like opening its eyes.
Talking in a dream.
4) "Bamboo Shoots" quietly arches out of the earth.
I want to inquire. The secret of the green trees in the spring.
Blossoming news.
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Yang Wanli's plums are sour and splash teeth, and the plantain is divided into green window screens.
The day is long and sleeps ruthlessly, and watches children catch willow flowers.
Yang Wanli made ice.
The child's golden basin takes off the ice, and the colored silk is worn as a silver zheng.
Knock into the sound of jade chime through the forest, and suddenly make the sound of glass breaking the ground
Yang Wanli Su Xinshi Xu Gong store.
The plum is sour and splashes the teeth, and the plantain is divided into green on the window screen.
The day is long and sleeps ruthlessly, and watches children catch willow flowers.
What Yuan Mei saw.
The shepherd boy rode the ox, and the song vibrated the forest.
Intending to catch the cicada, he suddenly closed his mouth.
Bai Juyi Chishang.
The little baby propped up the dinghy and secretly picked the white lotus.
I don't understand the hidden traces, and the duckweed opens together.
Gaoding Village Residence.
The grass grows and the warbler flies in the February sky, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.
The children returned early from school and were busy releasing paper kites in the east wind.
Mulberry Tea Tunnel "Seventh) and "Anle Fang Shepherd Boy":
When the wind and rain are dry, the grass is full of flowers, the embankment is full of water, and the stream is full.
The boy Liu Yin was sleeping, and a cow had eaten Liu Yin West.
Shepherd Boy] Lu Yan.
The grass is spread across the field for six or seven miles, and the flute makes three or four sounds of the evening breeze.
After returning to eat and dusk, he did not take off his clothes and lay down in the moonlight.
Boat over Anren. Song] Yang Wanli.
Two children in a fishing boat sit in the boat.
It's strange that there is no rain and an umbrella, not to cover your head but to make the wind.
Qing Ping Le(yuè) village residence.
The thatched eaves are low, and the grass is green on the stream. Wu Yin is good in drunk, who is white-haired? The eldest child hoes the beans in the east of Xidong, and the middle child is weaving chicken coops. The favorite child is dead, and the stream head lies on the lotus bed.
Gu Lang Yuexing Li Bai.
The hour does not know the moon, and it is called a white jade plate.
and suspicious Yaotai mirror, flying in the blue clouds.
The immortals hang their feet, and the laurel tree is reunited.
The white rabbit pounded the medicine and asked Yan who to eat with.
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