Every morning.

Wake me up from my dream.

Mom said that the birds in spring are calling me.

She asked me to go to the big forest with her.

Listen to the moving chorus of nature

2. Bamboo shoots

calmly

Arch out of the ground

I want to inquire about it

In spring

The secret of tree green

The news of flowers blooming

3.pomegranate

Pomegranate blossoms.

Aunt Xia tied it.

A bright bow

Pomegranate fruit is ripe

It's Qiu's mother shaking it.

Harvest Kurenai Rin

4. straw hat

A small hole in the straw hat

I gave sunshine.

An open door

Look, the sun is setting.

They stepped on my shadow playfully.

Their footprints were left on my shadow.

seed

Spring has come.

The weather is very warm.

Come out quickly.

Bud bud

Don't just show your head.

How beautiful it is outside the bark.

Come out quickly.

The sun will give you

Put on green clothes

Spring breeze will give you.

Sweet dew

6. fishing fire

The night is quiet.

river water

He's a good boy.

Listen to Mother Moon.

go to bed

The fisherman lit the fishing fire.

river water

It's like opening your eyes

talk/speak in one's sleep

Little fairy tale

Shao Yanxiang

To the south of the clouds,

That distant place,

A group of leaves said:

We want to be as open as flowers.

A group of flowers said:

We want to fly like birds.

A group of peacocks said:

We want to grow like trees.

Insects and birds

Lan Shu

Wash mom's socks.

One was caught on the rope.

The rope became a polypod.

Crawl in the sun

I washed my sister's handkerchief.

One was caught on the rope.

The rope turned into a flock of egrets flying in the breeze.

Teng's children's poems

Slugs for blind mother-in-law

I am glad to catch it back.

A green slug,

I gave it to you with great joy.

Neighbor's blind mother-in-law

Mother-in-law,

This is a singing slug.

When I was at school,

So it can sing for you and for me.

Singing will take you into Shan Ye,

Watching the clear waves roll in the stream,

Smell the fragrance of mountain flowers,

Hear the birds sing together.

Mother-in-law,

This is a singing slug.

Listen, how well it sings,

Fruit, fruit, fruit, fruit ...

Childhood photo album (album)

Dad has a childhood photo album.

There are pictures of his childhood in it.

Ha, these photos are really funny.

I didn't expect dad to be naughty and fun.

You saw him riding on a wooden horse,

A telescope hanging on your chest,

A small pistol is pinned behind the waist,

That looks like a general.

The most interesting thing is this,

Dad is wearing a gown and shaking a small fan.

The nose is upturned badly,

I am telling a short cross talk to my classmates.

That is more interesting,

Dad cooks for everyone on the beach.

Huahua wipes his face,

There are also big holes in the cuffs.

Ah, I really envy dad,

Have a happy childhood,

This album of childhood photos,

Stay with him forever.

I'd rather dad,

Give me a childhood,

Let me leave this book,

To see the spring outside the window.

Then take some color photos,

Put it in the childhood photo album,

When I grow up,

Let childhood stay with you.

[Editor's note: "photo album", English: photo album, Esperanto: fotoalbumo, why do we use the word "foto album" internationally? This is because: 1/ Writing photos as "foto" is more in line with the principle of reading and writing, and Esperanto, Spanish and Portuguese are also written as "foto"; 2/ The album is written in English, French, German, Spanish and Indonesian]

In front of the window, there is a lilac.

The road twists and turns.

Walking into the dense green courtyard,

We put a clove,

Plant it in the teacher's window.

Teacher, teacher,

Let its green branches and leaves,

Put your hand in your window,

Stay with you every night.

Listen, listen,

Green leaves rustle in the wind,

That was when we were in song for you,

Help you get rid of the fatigue of the day.

You see, you see,

A tree full of flowers,

That's our smiling face,

Thank you for always supporting us.

It's late at night, and the stars are sleepy and blink.

Teacher, put down the lesson plan quickly.

Let the flowers float into your dreams,

That dream must be sweet and fragrant.

Fourteen years old, blue harbor

Life is a long river,

Fourteen years old is blue harbor,

There is a great impulse,

There are also thinking waves.

There is love, but hazy.

I don't understand, but I know one thing,

Like a river in the morning fog,

I can see it, but it's hard to tell.

I have a lot on my face,

If you have words, you won't spin on the tip of your tongue.

Innocence jumps like waves,

Never know what sadness is.

Say that boys are brave and brave,

Even if the bullet flies, it doesn't blink;

It is really timid to say that girls are timid.

I saw the bean worm jump far away.

I hope there are more exclamation points,

Let adults sit up and take notice,

But the question mark in my mind can't be pulled straight.

Weird questions often embarrass teachers.

You talk about ideals, he talks about ideals,

Ideals are constantly changing like the tide,

You want to be a hero, and he wants to be a hero,

I often take risks to be a hero.

Ah, fourteen years old, blue harbor,

Fourteen years old, ideal heaven,

Start the ship of life from here,

The morning glow weaves a wonderful wreath for them.

There are a pair of swans by the lake.

Fly in the blue sky

A pair of snow-white swans;

There are waves in the lake.

Two beautiful clouds.

Clouds carry swans,

Swans hold clouds,

Gently, gently landed on the lake.

Swan dances to the music,

Shake your slender and beautiful long neck,

Round bright eyes shining,

Looking around for what?

Bird people giggled,

Swan also sang a happy song.

Time carving knife

What time is it?

This is a meat cleaver.

Carved with minutes,

Leave a mark on everyone.

––

Give the baby legs,

Carve two wind wheels,

Make him taller every day,

Run away with a smile.

Give the students two eyes,

Carve a question mark like a small ear,

Let his bushy eyebrows,

Thinking and seeking knowledge.

Give big brother a chin,

Carve a black leek,

Let his rough throat,

Sing the pride of youth.

For the sake of grandparents' face,

Carve a beautiful stick,

Let them in the red sunset,

Play sweet songs.

Ah, this invisible meat cleaver,

Hard work, not bad,

It doesn't favor anyone,

Always so fair.

It's for children who don't value time,

Carve a stupid turtle,

With a heavy sigh,

It's painful to climb behind.

It gives hard-working children,

Carve a red horse,

Every day, my hooves fly,

Run ahead of others.

It has made great contributions to people,

Carve a universal passport,

No matter where you go,

You will see a spring-like smile.

It gives people who have accomplished nothing,

Carve a life certificate,

Although he is still young,

But I'm too old to be old.

This time it's a meat cleaver,

That's it. Unbridled.

It tests everyone's attitude towards time,

Whether you are old or young.

I want everyone,

With the meat cleaver of time,

Carve for yourself

The pride of life.

Mom is a big tree.

Mom is a big tree,

I am a bird in the tree,

Every day, beside my mother,

Jumping and jumping for joy.

It was very hot, and my mother gave me shade.

Green leaves shake hypnotic tunes;

It was cold, and my mother hugged me tightly.

Snowflakes compose songs of spring.

Ah, mom,

No matter where you fly in the future,

I will never forget,

This green forest.

Mom is a fertile soil,

I am a small sapling,

Fertile soil nourishes me,

Let me get taller every day.

Mother's love,

Give me a green life,

Give me the realm of life,

Mature laughter.

Ah, mom,

I am like an ear of wheat,

With a heavy salute,

Thank you for your contribution to parenting.

Mom is a blue harbor,

I'm a sailboat far from the port,

With your blessings and expectations,

Pave the way for me.

I know, there will be one ahead.

Keywords rapids, reefs, storms,

Mom's harbor,

Will hold me in your arms at any time.

Ah, mom,

No matter what kind of stormy waves you encounter,

I am determined to run towards my goal,

There will never be any wavering.

12 years old, colorful flower season.

Like a colorful wind,

Like colorful rain,

Delicious, moist,

Ah, 12 years old, colorful flower season.

Keep coming to my mind.

Strange questions;

Eyes full of

Interesting magic tricks.

It's obviously a trolley bus,

They say it's an aunt with long braids;

This is obviously a TV tower.

Said he was a powerful magician.

They are often whimsical,

Think of heaven, think of the sea, think of the ground,

The boy said, "One day I will fly to Mars.

See if there is water and air there. "

The girl said, "I'm going to put the little match girl,

Please come back from the sky,

Let her settle in China,

There are endless roast geese and roast chicken every day. "

12 year old boy,

Always wanted to be a hero like Lai Ning,

But complaining that there is no mountain fire,

No gangsters attacked.

Sometimes, I want to be like my brother.

Handsome and eye-catching,

Let the girl also praise "really handsome",

Let the adults say that he skinned the child.

Play football, try to be a center,

Hold a squadron meeting and strive to be the host,

The boy said, "I dare not go forward.

There will be no future. "

Girls are more realistic than boys,

Start with small things every day.

They said, "The little sun is about to glow.

Send warmth to everyone's heart. "

Help my mother wash clothes, wash dishes and sweep the floor at home.

Dad caught a cold and quickly took out the thermometer;

Outside, helping others,

I also sent the saved change to the disaster area.

Girls also want to dress themselves up,

Let the boys say "it's beautiful",

Walking into the store, my eyes are like butterflies.

Flying around on flowered clothes.

Ah,/kloc-the flower season of 0/2 years old,

Colorful flowers and rain are flowing,

Everyone wants to have it.

A world of your own.

The girl kept a secret.

Quietly locked into the drawer;

The boy is outspoken,

Let the cat out of the bag.

They want to be scientists, writers and general managers.

Want to be a diplomat and a president. ...

Say that in ten or eight years,

The world belongs to them.

He also said that if he didn't study hard today,

What motherland to build when you grow up;

Without a good body,

How to carry a burden in the future!

They use hard work, sweat,

Dye the beautiful flower season red,

Guided by the spirit of Lei Feng and Lai Ning,

Create a shining self.

Ah, 12 years old, colorful flower season,

Full of deep poetry and painting.

/kloc-teenagers aged 0/2,

They spread their wings from here!

What's a dad?

Half the people in the world want to be fathers,

Although he is still a doll today.

People who become fathers,

Not necessarily the father,

Not a father's child,

But I know what a good father is.

one

A good father is great, great,

Everyone praises work and study.

The child followed him into the street,

Beautiful enough to stand out.

People say, "Look at their children,

What a glorious father. "

A good father must love his mother the most,

Homework is always in a hurry,

Washing clothes, buying vegetables, cooking,

Take the children to clean the house.

His hands are dexterous and clever,

Can make the broken radio talk.

A good father has the most stories in his stomach.

Like a small river, it never ends.

The child pricked up his ears,

Deng Yuan also opened his eyes and mouth.

No matter how many strange questions the children ask,

He can patiently answer one by one.

A good dad never makes faces,

My face is always full of smiles.

He always said that young trees should grow straight,

Pruning and branching must be done frequently.

His words are like a beautiful tune,

Gently floating on the lake of children's hearts.

Ah, such a father,

Everyone will say that he is a good father.

Because he used his own actions,

Teach children how to be human,

With the rain and dew of love,

Dye each bud green.

two

Dad who can only use fists,

Not a good father.

Because a good dad should know,

Persuasion and education are more powerful than fists.

Bad-faith dad,

Not a good father.

I will keep my father's promise,

Never try to cheat your children.

Forget about democratic dad,

Not a good father.

A good father regards his children as friends,

Communicate with him often.

I don't know the father,

Not a good father.

A good father respects his children's interests,

Know what the child is thinking.

The father who locked the child in the book,

Not a good father.

A good father makes children develop in an all-round way,

Let him play, let him know how to play, and grow up while playing.

Dad who doesn't admit his mistake,

Not a good father.

Good dads make mistakes,

If you admit that you are wrong, your children will respect him more.

three

Ah, what is a good father?

A good father should be a sea of Wang Yang,

Embrace the river with both arms,

Let it also become a jumping wave.

A good father should be a blue sky,

Emit red light.

Let the birds fly freely,

Let Baiyun play happily.

A good father should be a fertile field,

Hold out colorful flowers,

Let the seedlings be nourished by the soil,

The fruit is fat and big.

A good father is a poem,

A good father is a painting,

A good father should hang on a tree.

A green fairy tale!

four

I'm going to put this poem,

Dedicated to all the dads in the world,

Let them all become

Children's favorite good father.

And put this poem,

Dedicated to the future father,

When they grow up,

Be a good father that I have been longing for for for an hour.

What is a good boy?

Every child,

Everyone wants to be a good boy,

Let adults boast:

"This child is really good!"

But what is a good boy?

How can people praise it?

Every little flower in the mountains,

Are all the wells fragrant and beautiful?

On this issue,

How many children think,

Let's use a mirror,

Come and take a picture of yourself.

one

A good boy is a bird,

Always want to fly high,

Practice hard wings every day,

Constantly plump your feathers.

A good boy is a small tree,

People are welcome to cut branches,

Bathed in the bright sunshine,

Jump up hard.

A good boy is a small river,

Persevere in the face of setbacks,

In order to join the singing of the sea,

All I know is to fly forward bravely.

A good boy is a red sunrise,

Embrace the blue sky tightly,

With your own beauty,

Add luster to the red scarf.

Oh, good boy,

Always keep your motherland in your heart,

Always follow the requirements of the party,

Create your own image.

two

Good boy's eyes,

With a hundred thousand, why,

Crescent-shaped mouth,

I often ask adults.

Good boy's brain,

Will produce thousands of strange phenomena,

Always trying to put these strange,

Into the beauty of reality.

Good boy's hand,

There will be many new tricks,

You can make a broken alarm clock,

Sing another nice little song.

Sometimes, a good boy will pat his head:

"Wow, this question is too difficult, too difficult!"

But it never stopped.

Climb your feet.

three

Good boy's face,

With a flower-like smile,

Bright love,

Transparent enough for anyone to see.

In order to help others,

How many times have I given up holiday play,

With sincerity and enthusiasm,

Build a colorful bridge connecting hearts.

A good boy is the most honest,

Never do a thing to your face and do a thing behind your back.

Say what you think,

I can't sing anything I want.

A good boy is the most modest,

Like a small lake in the mountains, it never shows off the blue waves.

Even if you do something great,

He always said, "This is the credit of everyone!"

four

A good boy is never in public.

Yelling,

Never be in the classroom or corridor.

Running around, jumping around.

Never in the building.

Graffiti, never in the park.

Pinch the flowers and step on the grass.

Never reach out your dirty hands.

Touching and scratching,

Never put waste paper.

Scatter and throw ...

Civilized and polite,

Like a shadow,

Where the good boy goes,

Where they followed.

Difficult and simple,

Like a plow,

In the heart of a good boy

Sow beauty and richness.

Hard work and courage,

Like a pair of flying wings,

Bring a good boy,

Fly to the incomparable sublimity.

five

Ah, good boy,

Everyone will praise it,

Such a nice boy,

Can be seen everywhere.

Don't believe that you walk into every family,

Every primary school, every street,

You will see

The stripes of the red scarf are floating.

A song dedicated to the motherland

Become an intoxicating wind

Through our hearts,

Vast rice sea

Surging layers of Jin Lang;

When the sun is shining.

Dye our classroom red,

Happy campus

Live like honey ...

Ah, the motherland,

We are like a flock of green birds,

Hold a wisp of fragrant wind, cut a rosy cloud,

Hold out an ode for you-

Ah, motherland, you are a

A torch lit with the blood of a martyr,

Drive away darkness, poverty and ignorance,

Light up everyone's heart.

You are a painting.

Color pictures drawn by hundreds of millions of hands,

Every inch of land

There are flowers of reform and opening up everywhere.

You are a song.

Odes written in the spirit of Lei Feng,

everyone

Is the author of this ode.

You are a statue.

A huge cast with Olympic gold medals,

All corners of the country-all corners of the country

Praise your wisdom and character!

Ah, motherland, what's the word?

To describe your greatness?

What verse do you use?

To show our attachment to your love?

If you are a beautiful embroidery,

Our blood is the color of embroidery,

Let's turn into silver thread,

Weave charming landscapes and lakes for the motherland.

If you are a flower bed,

Our smiling faces are blooming flowers,

Let's be hardworking bees,

Brew sweet nectar for mankind.

If you are a great masterpiece,

Our sweat is fragrant ink,

Let's turn it into beautiful words,

Write the most brilliant chapter of tomorrow.