202314 Reading Notes | "Children's Poems" - Simple Language, Hitting the Poetry in Everyone's Heart
"Children's Poems" author Guomai. The poems in this book are written by children, though they may not think of themselves as poetry. Everyone wants to be a child all the time, curious, innocent, innocent, kind, simple, how wonderful~
I want to write different poems, amazing poems. Today is Children's Day. Let's review this book. I would like to wish all friends, big and small, a happy holiday, and may you keep your innocence forever. Some excerpts are as follows:
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The lamp burns a hole in the night
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My mother bought
four lilies yesterday , and three of them bloomed
in one night . They are so lush and fragrant, and the other one just hides like that , not showing it to others. It’s my secret.
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In fact, it is not the same sheep
, but I feed it as the same sheep
, and I try not to look at the butcher next door
to reduce the sadness in my heart -
The wind disturbed the flowers and leaves on the branches
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Autumn is a cruel landlord,
Huaye is a helpless tenant,
and their contracts have expired -
There is a grape rack in the night sky.
The crystal grapes make people drool.
Stand on the chair and stand on tiptoe
. Grab it with your hands and
catch a handful of wind.
In the wind, I smell the fragrance of grapes.
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Happiness is yellow
It tastes like candy and chocolate
Smells like sweet honey -
The wind is a daredevil
. It stumbles.
Before it leaves the woods, its back foot
steps into the orchard. It
is covered with the scent of fruit and flowers.
It plops and falls into the lake.
The lake water is very happy. It smells the circles of ripples
that have never been smelled before.
It is the smile of thanks -
The evening wind blew, and I saw a few waves of light on the lake
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I saw the wind walking across the grass, making clear footprints.
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Volcanoes don't know the dead and the living,
only two types
, the grumpy and the taciturn. -
A gentle breeze blew across the calm sea surface, causing layers of ripples.
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The mulberry tree bears red mulberries, I want to pick them
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When the bird flies in the sky,
the hunter shoots
my heart on the rocks,
the forest is full of thoughts
, intertwined with ups and downs