Children's poetry is badly needed.

Mother drew a beauty mole on her daughter's five-year-old forehead.

At the same time, it is attached to your own heart.

Thirty years ago today, Mom/Mom's mother also posted one for her.

This is a beautiful place.

Mom has been hiding for thirty years.

Daughter flies on the holiday road.

Mother is walking in the scenic spot where her daughter jumps.

The first light rain in spring

Rustle into the green Woods.

I walked alone in the Woods.

My ears are full of many faint

A mysterious and beautiful voice

The green camphor leaves are breathing gently.

Young bamboo shoots emerge silently.

Countless mushrooms are like white umbrellas.

Mom once told us.

Their name is swan fungus.

Larks jump like notes.

Jump from one branch to another.

Their songs are sweet and charming.

Dewdrops glistened and slipped away.

The faint fog is like soft white gauze.

The whole nature is like a piece of music

The forest in spring is the harp of life.

They play wonderful music and poems.

Hit gently, gently

My wonderful fourteen-year-old heart

We are eagles out of the nest,

It will fly high tomorrow.

We are little flowers in bud,

Tomorrow will be colorful and charming.

We are who we are,

The red scarf burns on the chest.

Please see you tomorrow.

We will lift mountains and stir rivers,

Hold up the modern motherland,

Fly to the golden goal ...

In the days of flowers and noise

June bid farewell to the season of spring breeze.

Clear and transparent

The opening of pure mind

Jade curtains slowly opened.

Little angel with makeup on the stage

Let the baby talk in detail.

The tree is full of brilliant stories.

The sky is as blue as water.

Who used a wet red handkerchief?

Cover your excited eyes.

Go to sleep, baby, it's already raining, and there's old paint on the knocker.

Hongqiao, still drinking water in the lake, has passed so many years.

I see you again, this late autumn coast,

Baby, I hold you and swim in the river.

My heart is like the May cloud in London.

After the sunshine dances and the fog clears,

The river makes way for the grass, just as I let you go and ran away.