Guo Moruo (Guo Kaizhen)
Distant/street lamp/sunny,
It seems to be/flash/countless/stars.
In the sky/stars/now,
It seems to be/burning/countless/street lamps.
I think/that ethereal/air,
There must be a/America/city.
In the market/on display/on something/something,
It must be/the world/no/exotic.
You see,/that shallow/Tianhe,
It must be/not very/extensive.
The cowherd/weaver girl across the river,
I'm sure I can/ride an ox/come and go.
I think/they/at present,
I'm sure/I'm/I'm/I'm wandering around the street.
Don't believe,/look/that meteor,
It's them/carrying lanterns/walking.
(mythology) an animal like a raccoon.
Author: Guo Moruo
one
I am a dog!
I swallowed the moon,
I swallowed the sun,
I swallowed all the planets,
I swallowed the whole universe.
I am me!
two
I am moonlight,
I am the light of the sunset,
I am the bottom light of all the planets,
I'm the light under the x-ray,
I am the total energy of the whole universe!
three
I ran away,
I screamed,
I burn.
I burn like a fire!
I scream like the sea!
I fly like electricity!
I flew,
I flew,
I flew,
I skinned me,
I eat my meat,
I chew my blood,
I bit my heart,
I'm flying nervously,
I fly by my spinal cord,
I am flying in my mind.
four
I am me!
Mine! I'm going to explode!
Mother's love.
Source: China Children's Literature Network Time: July 2004-19 16: 23: 02.
Author: Bingjun Liu
There was a hot, hot night,
I woke up from a dream,
Mom is giving me a fan,
Sweat soaked her clothes.
Ah! Motherly love is a cool wind.
It was a cold rainy day,
Mom picked me up from school,
An umbrella covered my head,
The rain hit my mother.
Ah, maternal love is an umbrella to keep out the rain.
Once I got sick,
My mother took me to the hospital.
Touching my hot forehead,
Mother cried anxiously.
Ah, maternal love is a tear.
One day, I broke the thermos,
Lying to mom again,
My mother's criticism made me blush,
I dare not look up into her eyes.
Ah, maternal love is a reproachful look.
Once the teacher asked to use the word "most" to make a sentence.
I said, "I love my mother the most."
My mother told me, "What we should love most is our motherland.
The motherland is the mother of all of us. "
(Original Children's Literature 1982 No.2)
Dandelion doesn't say a word (group poem)
Source: China Children's Literature Network Time: 2005 10/June12: 16.
Author: Wei Ya
Dandelion didn't say a word
That's far, far away
That's close. That's close.
White floc after floc.
Rongrong is light and naughty.
Oh, this is
Dandelion's flower season
flying all over the sky
Left her footprints.
Dyed her eyelashes.
Touched my nose
Still holding my skirt.
Never leave.
This fluffy ball
This white miracle
Are you lovesick in midsummer?
Or the memory of winter?
Dandelion didn't say a word
Blink.
Intimate with me
Old trees through the green forest
Tonight in the wind
There is a smell of grass coming.
The moon hides behind the clouds.
I can't see the path of the distant mountain.
Small animals in the forest
Will they all fall asleep?
On the green grass slope
Is it ... or not
Another mushroom is in bloom.
Mushrooms have small round heads.
Leaning against the tree with an umbrella
Nodded, giving off a fragrance.
Wave as if to say
Would you like to go hiking with me?
Clouds spit out moonlight.
Illuminate tall buildings
Mom, if I take a small umbrella,
Old trees through the green forest
Yes or no
Turn into mushrooms.
Open my little blue umbrella
The wind is blowing and the fog is coming.
It's raining outside the window
Don't be afraid, don't worry.
Open my little blue umbrella
Wow, another blue sky.
In the blue sky, there is one.
Clouds and smoke
Lantianxia
Have my happy smiling face
The rain outside the umbrella is like an arrow.
ticking sound
It seems that someone is speaking in class.
Under the umbrella, my heart is like a clear spring.
a bitter quarrel
Sing a song
Hey, I don't know.
When has the rain stopped?
The little sparrow is standing on the branch.
Everyone is afraid of winter.
Say it's cold in winter
Sparrows say no
On the bare branches
Recite a poem
Everyone says winter is ugly.
Lonely but not green.
The little sparrow is standing on the branch.
Lonely old tree
Add a piece.
Flying leaves
Can you wait at the window?
Winter hasn't come yet.
The swallow is leaving.
Standing at the window screaming.
Makes me feel bad.
Swallow, do you want to emigrate?
When will it flow back?
You should follow your mother well.
Don't get lost, don't worry me.
Swallows are still chirping.
As if to say
She must catch up in spring.
Only then.
Will I?
Still waiting at the window
(Original Children's Literature 1999 No.2)
Winter is coming.
Winter is coming.
Life has no winter.
But the process of life
Ever since I had love, hate, hate
Life also has four seasons.
From urban to rural areas
Two worlds, one mood.
When time runs counter to the orbit of space
Life is so small.
Winter is coming.
It doesn't snow in winter on the southern coast.
My heart is snowing.
Ever since we had that sparse coconut grove
Sunset also has a long attachment.
From my heart to yours.
Distance is measured in light years.
If the universe stops growing
I can have eternity.
Winter is coming.
Bauhinia is also in full bloom.
In every dream
There are always weeping petals falling.
In every dream
There are always white scarves floating in the wind.
In every dream
I can only be a boring and sad spectator.
Can't walk or confess.
Can only helplessly let the beautiful beautiful image.
Disappear without a trace
& lt& lt Quiet night >>
The moonlight is faint,
Hanging over the pine forest outside the village.
White clouds,
A few scattered stars leaked out.
Where is Tianhe?
The sea fog in the distance is blurred.
Afraid that Jiao Ren would go ashore,
On the moon?
& lt& lt Yue Ji >>
Lightly, dim light bathes the forest at sea.
The forest is lonely and deep, and there are new raindrops at dusk.
Mica-faced poplars guided me frankly,
Take me to the silent sea. The waves of Dimfragrance kissed me.
I feel light and cold, and you are wrapped like that.
You have a beautiful moon. Please lend me a white dress.
My eyes are not sleepy, but you are so foggy and locked.
You are in the elegant and upright silent silver sea, please mention your isolated Boeing and me.