The sea is asleep.
The wind stopped,
Lang stopped laughing,
late night
The sea is asleep.
She holds the bright moon,
She has stars on her back,
That gentle tidal sound,
It's her snoring in bed.
The wind at sea
The wind on the sea is a flower god,
As soon as she arrived,
Ten thousand waves will bloom. ...
The wind on the sea is a pianist,
As soon as she arrived,
Only play 10 thousand songs ...
The wind on the sea is Hercules,
As soon as he comes,
Send away 10 thousand fishing sails ...
The wind on the sea is a lion,
As soon as it growls,
Just making waves. ...
News of spring
The wind shook the branches,
Water, bleached duck feathers,
Looking forward to the whole winter,
Look, spring is coming!
Let's put on spring clothes,
Like a bird with new feathers,
Fly over the Woods, fly over the hills,
The laughter of spring is everywhere.
Seeing the first butterfly flying,
It pulls my feet;
I'm glad to catch it,
Let go lovingly.
Seeing the first daisy open,
I couldn't help jumping for joy,
Xiaohua, do you still recognize me?
Look how big I've grown!
Come to the branch that fell last year,
Waiting for it to spit out new green shoots;
In order to wake up the sleeping stream,
Listen to it sing,
Run with you.
Tired of walking,
I was lying in the field,
The sun is shining overhead.
Who scratched my cheek?
Ah, green grass grows around me. ...
Listening to spring
Miss Chun rang the rain bell.
Flying over the array,
The lake opened its bright eyes.
I heard earthworms plowing,
I hear dandelions sowing.
The eggshell cracked,
The bird calls its mother.
New buds have sprouted from the branches,
Far and near, all green;
Woodpeckers fly everywhere,
Percussion music for every big tree.
Dream of flowers
I came back from the botanical garden,
Bring back a colorful dream,
I dreamt,
On our land,
Flowers are blooming everywhere.
In front of my house,
To the distant horizon,
There are a group of sisters around,
That is a purple rose.
Both sides of the road are as white as snow,
A world with magnolia;
Bright Mars shines on the mountain.
This is dandelion in full bloom in Shan Ye.
Bellflower swaying gently in the breeze,
The cockscomb held its head high,
There is velvety moss in spring,
Dill flowers climbed to the top of the tree.
The largest flower in the world,
Big Wang Lian can be the cradle of little sister;
Small flowers are pearl plums,
It is dressed like moonlight.
In a mirror-like pond,
There are green duckweeds,
Pink lotus;
That's my little brother who eats grass.
I also like playing with garlands.
Like flowers all year round,
Suddenly opened on this night,
Like a rainbow in the sky,
Grow sturdily on our land ...
When I woke up from my dream,
I had another dream:
I want to lead my brother and sister,
Lead these flowers on a spring outing.
Go and put a flower coat on the hill,
To decorate the river with two rows of colored lace,
And send it to the fields around the bee farm,
A carpet covered with endless flowers.
Smelling the flowers here,
Listen to the birds,
Dress up life more beautifully;
Old beekeepers will praise us-flowers are coming,
Honey, too!
Voices of flowers
I believe
When the flowers bloom,
sound
……
They sing,
Play music,
Even cheering and shouting.
Bees can hear,
Butterflies can hear,
That ladybug can hear it, too
But I can't hear you.
I picked the flowers,
It has stopped opening.
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.