Modern children s poems, long, fast!!

Snowflakes are cherubs pulling pillows.

Shake off the goose feathers.

It was scattered all over the ground.

Snowflake is Mother Sky.

Cotton wool rented to the earth.

So that it can be made into a warm quilt.

Snowflake is Santa Claus.

A gift for us.

I wish every child health and happiness.

Kite fly, fly, fly.

Tall kites.

Fly with the birds.

Can it bring my words to the birds?

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Two more were written.

Who am I, Mom said.

I'm her sweet little padded jacket, Dad says I'm his little princess, Grandma says I'm her sweetheart, Dad says I'm his little sweetheart, I say Who am I?

Adult: The teacher asked us.

What do you want to be when you grow up?

I said, "I'm going to be an adult."

Because adults can do a lot of things that my mother doesn't let me do.

Childhood. What childhood is.

Childhood in kites.

Fly, fly, fly. Fly to the sun.

What childhood is.

Childhood in a paper boat.

Drift, drift, float. Drift to the opposite shore.

What childhood is.

Childhood in balloons.

Flutter and flutter. Float into the sky.

Blue sky. White clouds.

Flocks of birds fly.

We were playing on the grass.

There is no sorrow. No worries.

Some of them are happy smiles.

Some of them are blue skies and green grass.

The clear river water is Ding Dong Ding Dong.

Childhood is not a return.

Cherish today's time.

Let your childhood be your happy memory.

The Cuckoo in Front of the Window - a little poem from childhood.

The cuckoo in front of the window.

In this gentle and rainy evening.

You remind me of my beautiful childhood.

The fear of a person walking alone in the mountains and forests.

Cuckoo" "Cuckoo".

It's a fable in Grandma's wrinkles.

The old copper coin.

Wrapped in red chicken feather shuttlecock.

On the honest indigo shoes.

Soaring to the sky. The rusted brass ring.

Carrying a strange wire hook.

In the hands of the teenager.

Squeak and jolt forward.

Oh, "cuckoo, cuckoo".

And grandpa's mischievous cocoon shell rat.

A "pumpkin" wheel that spins in the wind.

My favorite.

Cuckoo, cuckoo" You know what.

It's the octagonal kite.

Wander in the sea-like sky.

That was the dream of a teenager.

Cuckoo" "Cuckoo".

Do you remember.

Grandpa's magical hands.

Grandma's wrinkles that hide the story.

And there is.

Cuckoo" "Cuckoo".

Listen to me. And my talking paper airplanes.

It's my spirituality.

Cuckoo" "Cuckoo".

My beautiful childhood, ah......

Flowers are Mommy's Smile".

Flowers are Mommy's Smile".

The earth is Daddy's embrace.

Stars are distant wishes.

Brings me the taste of dreams.

I wish there was a man in heaven.

He knows everything.

I also know my joys and worries.

Happiness is Dad's storytelling.

The trouble is that my mother is getting older.

And what I need is.

Remember to be happy and forget your worries.

Start small.

Wash Daddy's feet.

Start now.

Make mom smile.

Flowers are Mommy's Smile".

The earth is Daddy's embrace.

I stood still and looked at the flying flowers.

It smells of dreams.

If I Were a Snowflake" Kim Bo.

If I'm a snowflake, where do I fall?

Float into a small river, turn into a drop of water, and play with small fish and shrimp?

Float to the square, build a snowman, look at you and smile?

Kiss her, and then melt with joy.