Author/Guo Rongan
Big navel orange, round and yellow,
Like a little sun;
Peel off the skin, a piece of skin,
Like a little moon.
It tastes sweet and fragrant in your mouth.
Call mom, come and have a taste:
"Mom-mom-
I ate the sun and the moon. "
Pants that will grow up
Author/Guo Rongan
The longer my thighs are,
But the pants are getting shorter and shorter.
Mom didn't worry, and she kept smiling.
Bought a pair of pants.
One night, I folded New Pants,
Put it next to me and sleep with me—
Suddenly, a group of old pants,
At me, noisy and noisy:
"You locked us in a box and slept all day.
Nice try, New Pants. One on the left and one on the right.
Running in the street in it. "
"Hey-I'm embarrassed to like the new and hate the old!"
"We also need to find a new owner,
How nice it would be to play around and be free! "
I am so anxious that I have to go to my mother.
He said to his mother, "Send them to poor mountainous areas quickly,
How about making friends with mountain dolls? "
Mom nodded and smiled, and I jumped for joy. ...
At this moment, a whim, I clap New Pants affectionately said:
"Can you grow my legs? !
How nice it would be to grow up in pants! "
New Pants didn't speak, just smiled at me. ...
Pencil tree
Author/Zhang Huaicun
Color pencil
This is my favorite pen.
I accidentally lost it.
I had a dream at night.
river
Field (plural); Field; Domain; field
log
They are all colorful.
There are pencil trees everywhere.
Colored pencil tree
It stands on the drawing.
Dance happily
Jump, jump.
Flowers appeared.
Nod to me
The grass is growing.
Waving to me
There are little stars.
Give me a wink.
They loudly said to me:
We dance with colored pencils.
sunlight is a kind of language
Author/Zhang Huaicun
sunlight is a kind of language
An audible language.
(early) morning
The sun came out.
Use the brightest
The clearest sound
Talk to the green leaves
Flowers on the ground
Ear up and listen quietly.
The sunshine smiles and says hello to the flowers.
Under the clear sky
The sun walks happily.
We are on the earth.
Listen to the language of sunshine easily.
I ate the sun and the moon.
Author/Guo Rongan
Big navel orange, round and yellow,
Like a little sun;
Peel off the skin, a piece of skin,
Like a little moon.
It tastes sweet and fragrant in your mouth.
Call mom, come and have a taste:
"Mom-mom-
I ate the sun and the moon. "
Pants that will grow up
Author/Guo Rongan
The longer my thighs are,
But the pants are getting shorter and shorter.
Mom didn't worry, and she kept smiling.
Bought a pair of pants.
One night, I folded New Pants,
Put it next to me and sleep with me—
Suddenly, a group of old pants,
At me, noisy and noisy:
"You locked us in a box and slept all day.
Nice try, New Pants. One on the left and one on the right.
Running in the street in it. "
"Hey-I'm embarrassed to like the new and hate the old!"
"We also need to find a new owner,
How nice it would be to play around and be free! "
I am so anxious that I have to go to my mother.
He said to his mother, "Send them to poor mountainous areas quickly,
How about making friends with mountain dolls? "
Mom nodded and smiled, and I jumped for joy. ...
At this moment, a whim, I clap New Pants affectionately said:
"Can you grow my legs? !
How nice it would be to grow up in pants! "
New Pants didn't speak, just smiled at me. ...
Pencil tree
Author/Zhang Huaicun
Color pencil
This is my favorite pen.
I accidentally lost it.
I had a dream at night.
river
Field (plural); Field; Domain; field
log
They are all colorful.
There are pencil trees everywhere.
Colored pencil tree
It stands on the drawing.
Dance happily
Jump, jump.
Flowers appeared.
Nod to me
The grass is growing.
Waving to me
There are little stars.
Give me a wink.
They loudly said to me:
We dance with colored pencils.
sunlight is a kind of language
Author/Zhang Huaicun
sunlight is a kind of language
An audible language.
(early) morning
The sun came out.
Use the brightest
The clearest sound
Talk to the green leaves
Flowers on the ground
Ear up and listen quietly.
The sunshine smiles and says hello to the flowers.
Under the clear sky
The sun walks happily.
We are on the earth.
Listen to the language of sunshine easily.
Yang minghuo's children's poems
Unbreakable song
Shanquan likes playing the piano.
Ding Dong, Ding Dong;
Shanquan loves singing,
Hua, Hua.
Playing the piano and singing,
Don't flinch from the cliff-
Our song is unbreakable,
What are you afraid of?
Playing the piano and singing,
Flying legs over the cliff;
Listen-this song is louder,
Speak louder!
When can I grow up?
Mom, mom.
When can I grow up?
The bird learned to fly there,
You are chasing me, chirping;
Small oranges will produce oranges,
Small lanterns are covered with branches;
Tadpoles lose their tails,
Become a big frog;
The chick doll became a chick girl,
Shout loudly when laying eggs.
Mom, mom.
When can I grow up?
Ask me what I want to be when I grow up,
Let me tell you quietly. . . . . .
Spring rain put down the hook.
Spring rain put down the hook,
Fishing in the stream, son,
Fishing fattened the stomach of this river.
Spring rain put down the hook,
Fishing for bamboo shoots,
Fishing turned the young tree's hat green.
Spring rain put down the hook,
Grab the height of the little doll,
Fishing for morning glory.
spring
Author/Chang
Spring is a book.
Color books—
Yellow winter jasmine,
Red peach blossoms,
Green willow leaves,
Pak Lei ...
Spring is a book.
Laughing at books—
The little pond smiled,
Dimples are round and big;
The children laughed,
Open your mouth. ...
Spring is a book.
Singing books—
Spring thunder rumbles,
The spring rain is ticking,
Swallows chirp,
Frogs croak ...
From Chang's children's poem Where Are Children?
Eating clouds
Author/Chang
Clouds float,
Clouds float,
Some are like cakes,
Some are like bread.
The flowers call:
Cloud, cloud, come down,
I want to eat cake.
This sapling is called:
Cloud, cloud, come down,
I want to eat bread.
Clouds float,
Clouds float,
Eating cake and bread hand in hand,
Whoosh, whoosh, it fell.
Flowers open their mouths,
I am full.
The sapling opened its mouth,
I am full.
The flowers said:
The cake is sweet,
The cake smells good,
Yuner cake tastes good!
The sapling said:
Bread is sweet,
Bread smells good,
Cloud bread croakes!
From Chang's children's poem Where Are Children?
Sister's red rain boots (poems)-Lin
Sister's red rain boots
My sister's red rain boots,
It is new.
On rainy days,
She likes to wear it best.
Go out to play games,
I like to hide in the house,
Look at them through the glass window
Swimming around,
Like lovers in a fish tank.
Red goldfish.
Sister's scarf
The rain stopped and my sister pulled me.
Keep running out—
Pointing to a tree in the distance,
Rainbow hangs on the tree;
She said, that's my scarf,
It floated out of my window.
Sister's words
Mom, you help me wash my face,
You'll comb my hair,
You'll change my clothes,
You'll do a lot for me,
You are my mother.
Mom, I'll wash the doll's face.
I can comb the doll's hair,
I will change the doll's clothes,
I will do many things for dolls,
Mom, do you think I am the doll's mother?
lie
one
It's raining,
Let's go, let's go.
Go to dad's pocket,
Into a small copper coin;
Will not get wet in the rain,
You can buy things again.
two
Dad, it's getting dark.
It will rain.
The foot of the rain is very long,
It will step on us,
Let's run!
by train
Dad took me by train,
When the train starts,
Things outside the window moved;
The mountain began to shrink back,
The trees also retreated,
The house also retreated. ...
Wow! Everything is going backwards,
It's weird, it's too fast,
None of us have to walk,
I arrived in Taipei at once.
early morning
Early in the morning,
The neighbor's clothesline was pulled over,
Very friendly—
Like a clenched hand,
Tied to the railing of our house; then
Hang it with washed clothes.
It's out, soapy.
Aromatic.
Spring Morning
bird
Start chirping
When, as if in
Very far away.
remote
Location. only
For a while.
time
Go and see them.
land
In front of my window. use
they
tiny
tiny
Speak sarcastically,
Switch,
The sun hangs down.
Golden silk
Curtains.