Feng Zikai said: Only children can make people forget the troubles of the world.
In his eyes, children have a pure heart and are fearless, and the world in their eyes has truth, goodness, and goodness, which we adults cannot have under any circumstances.
A friend shared an interesting story about Ling Mei, he said:
When my sister was three or four years old, she said that the wind must be particularly fond of flowers, so it took away the fragrance of flowers. So my screen name is the wind carrying a flower away.
Every child is born a poet.
They see not only beauty, but also what we ignore. The poems they write are real, natural and emotionally rich, and every time they read them, they feel that the world is much gentler!
The Lamp
Jiang Eryan | Seven years old
Lights put the night
Burned a hole
A "hot" word, the realm is all out.
There is no worldly infestation,
Look at everything with emotion,
It was so clean and inviting.
"Spring"
Xiong Boyu | Eight years old
spring
It's a big slacker
Mom barked for a long time
Nor is it awake
The Duke of Spring Thunder came
Put it on the big drums
One knock
Scared of spring
Roll here
On the earth
When I was a child, I didn't want to go
Every morning I have to roll around,
Just to lie in bed for two minutes,
Now that I think about it, it was the happiest time.
"Pick a Mom"
Jules | Eight years old
You ask me what I was doing before I was born
I answer I pick my mother in heaven
I see you
Think you're especially nice
Want to be your son
I thought I might not have that luck
Didn't expect that
Early the next morning
I'm already in your belly
When I was a child, I always liked to ask my mother:
Where am I from?
Mom said:
At that time there was a tree that looked like a tree full of ginseng fruit,
Look at you white and fat,
Just plucked you back.
At that time, I was convinced.
Back to the Ground
Blossom | Five years old
If you laugh too much
You'll fly into the sky
To get back on the ground
You have to do a sad thing
The five-year-old baby also knows,
When you are happy, you float in the sky,
And from heaven to earth,
Just one sad thing.
Very graphic.
"Eyes"
Chen Kequan | Eight years old
My eyes are big and big
Fit down the mountain
Fit into the sea
Fit the blue sky
Fit the whole world
My eyes are tiny and tiny
Sometimes there is a heart-wrenching affair
Even two lines of tears
It also can't fit
At such a young age, he was so sentimental.
It seems that the poet is born with an emotional richness.
The great contrast of the world with the heart of grievance,
It can be called "the stroke of God"!
"Forgiveness"
Iron head | Eight years old
Spring is here
I went to the creek to smash the ice
Smash the spring to the head and bleed
Straight to tears
It's time for the flowers to bloom
It forgets those things
Truly forgave me
The anthropomorphic technique is used so slippery,
No wonder the poems are so well written,
But you're so naughty,
Do your parents know?
"Runny Nose Winter"
Chen Ziyi | Nine years old
After a heavy snowfall
Winter cold
Passing through the forest
The snot falls on the branches
One by one
Sparkling
There is no lack of beauty in the world,
It's the lack of eyes that find beauty.
Winter is coming, are you like me,
It will only say:
It's snowing, it's beautiful!
"The tree I painted is so beautiful"
Ming Zhi | Eight years old
I painted the tree
It's so pretty
Next draw the bird
Paint the clouds
Painted ponds and flowers
None of them deserve it
Each flower into each eye,
Seems to really like this tree,
So much so that the flowers and plants can't be seen.
《Soil》
Cao Shiwu | Eight years old
Soil is the home where flowers grow
Touch it
The word is soft
spring
The word grew hair
A few words, put the word "soil",
The explanations are more vivid than the Xinhua Dictionary.
The Origin of the Star and Moon
Gu Cheng | Twelve years old
The branches wanted to tear the sky apart
But it only poked a few tiny holes
It reveals the light of the sky
People call it the moon and the stars
The child's imagination is indeed endless.
We walk in this world,
Too much innocence has been lost,
Verses like this,
I can't think of it even if I want to break the sky.
"Lilies Blossom"
You Ruoxin | Ten years old
Mom bought it yesterday
Four lily flowers
Overnight
Three flowers were opened
So lush
Then the aroma strikes
And one more
Just hide like that
To use the word "hide" is a poem.
Using a "to" word is just a long sentence.
Although it is only a 10-year-old child
But to be able to play word games so advanced,
It seems that we still have to read more books.
"I want to be a tree"
Li Yurong | Eleven years old
I want to make a tree
I learned what a tree looks like
Stomp your feet into the dirt
Stretch your arms out to the sky
Oh, I sprouted...
Oh, I blossomed...
Oh, and I got the results...
oh...... If
If there is thunder in the sky
I want to make one
Leave the tree
You tree that can take leave,
I'm afraid I have to install a lightning rod.
If you can,
Count me in!
Autumn · Flowers and Leaves》
Maiguo Bridge | Eleven years old
There was not a single greeting
Autumn is coming quietly
The wind alarmed the flowers and leaves of the branches
They tumbled in the air and frolicked
Unwilling to move easily
I think
Autumn is cruel landlord
HuaYe is a helpless tenant
Their contracts expired
What an experience it was,
Can you write "Autumn Wind Sweeping Leaves" so vividly?
Read it carefully several times,
But there is a feeling of piercing heart,
Maybe I'm thinking too much...
Dew Doll
Chen Ziyu | Eight years old
early morning
Dewdrops lying on green leaves
Opened his eyes early
When the wind came, they all played a game of slides
fortunately
Two dewdrops slid down at the same time
Hug each other tightly
A doll was born on the ground
Children's little brain melons,
Sure enough, there are different whimsical ideas.
Ask us if we see a drop of dew,
Can you come up with such a wonderful metaphor?
It's really talented,
The future can be expected!
Day and Night
Yao Mingqi | 12 years old
We all
Didn't like the day
During the day belongs to the majority
During the day it is
Mask wholesale market
More importantly
No poets during the day
It is not suitable for poetry
Reading this poem,
Suddenly understood what is called "against the sky".
Probably, children in the world that are not adults do not understand,
It's the world of children,
We adults will never be able to read it.
"Grandpa is angry"
Zhang Qiaoruo | Seven years old
Why did you paint all of Grandpa's hair upright?
Because Grandpa loves to be angry
So why draw a pair of scissors on your hair?
Because the baby wants to cut off Grandpa's bad temper
If Grandpa's bad temper has not been changed,
Next time remember to change a razor,
Shave your hair and you don't have to cut it.
Such a cute little child,
How can you bear to lose your temper with him?
"The Wind Is Counting The Money"
Prince Joe | Six years old
No one had ever seen the wind
Needless to say me and you
But when the paper money is floating
I know the wind is counting the money
I've seen countless times when money floats in the air,
But I never thought that this was actually the wind counting money,
Turns out that the wind is still a money fan?
Sure enough, everything in the world,
We're all the same!
The Phantom of Cigarettes
Wang Can | Eight years old
syllable
The cigarette was lit
trumpet
Inhale one mouthful of poisonous gas after another
burst
Spit out one ghost after another
The harm of second-hand smoke is so deep,
For everyone's health,
Or smoke less.
Peter Pan said, "I want to be a child for the rest of my life."
Unfortunately, Peter Pan's never-island exists only in fairy tales, and people can never refuse to grow up.
Imagination will gradually be lost, the body will gradually become heavier and heavier, and some beautiful and simple things will gradually be forgotten, leaving only the distractions of the world.
However, despite this, although children always have to grow up, children's dreams are passed down from generation to generation.
The adults in reality are still growing up, and they are healed by the children before they grow up.