Yang Huan's works

I'm busy,

I'm busy,

I was busy shaking the torch,

I'm busy shaping myself,

I'm busy banging the marching cymbals,

I am busy playing the reed flute for the Spring Festival.

I'm busy making happiness predictions,

I'm busy interviewing the truth,

I am busy transplanting the tree of life into the jungle of fighting.

I am busy turning fermented blood into the juice of love.

Until one day I died,

Like a tail fish sleeping in a smiling pond,

I'll turn off the lights and rest,

I just had a beautiful finish,

For example, a book of poems;

Cover my land,

This is the cover of that book of poems.

I'm busy,

I'm busy.

The Source of Poetry (Ten Poems)

1 dusk

My silence rang Miller's late bell on the wall,

The holy one who rode on a donkey to Jerusalem has not returned yet.

Ignore the sly look of that lamp,

Please tell me: Who lit the first match?

2 road

Wheels, horseshoes, flashing horns, hunting flags,

The will not tired is forward.

Why complain about innocent shoes?

You ah! A burnt-out torch dried the fish in the pond.

3 expectation

Every silver raindrop is a beating word,

Crazy lightning is the headline of a group of people.

Wake up from the threshold of the night and turn off the black cat of dreams.

Listen to the rolling thunder and report the sunshine news for me.

Four clouds

Don't walk in my blue sky again

My pigeon once told you: I am not a believer in art gallery school.

See how I abuse the queen with a pencil sharpener,

You will understand that this season should make the fruit ripen quickly.

5 summer

White heat. White heat. The voice of the pioneer.

Falling. Falling. The weight of blood clan love.

When the phoenix flies into the blazing fire,

Why, I have to sleep in the shade of the cross to enjoy the cool.

Six birds

Fly into the poems of old Indian poets, jump into the palm of the Persian queen,

What about me? Silence is like a mute, stupid and wingless.

Aristophanes once brought his ideas into the theater,

There is no port for me in Penguin Country of France.

7 diaries

Yesterday, Tan. Close the narrow door of the soul,

Schiller's robber, Nietzsche's superman.

Today, the sun is shining. Polish the eyes of the camera,

Shoot Van Gogh's sunflower, Rodin's spring.

8 lies

There are hunters with guns in the mountain village.

Owl, don't laugh.

Some girls suck water in the desert,

Camel bell, please don't tell your loneliness and sadness.

9 confession

My faith can't be imprisoned in an underground kiln in Zantigan.

Counterfeiters are always afraid of the sun.

On judgment day, the prodigal son climbed home,

If the wheat doesn't die, where can we collect the land and grain?

10 tears

The lullaby injected too much mist into the blood vessels in the cradle.

I woke up today and realized that I was a shell abandoned by the sea.

A hand that kisses the earth cannot hold an elegant song decorated with pearls.

The source of this poem comes from the painful Nile.

homesickness

In the past, I was a king, happy and rich.

The princess next door is my beautiful wife.

We harvest the pearls of sorghum and the gems of corn.

And gold paper hanging on the old elm tree.

What about now? Now I'm broke.

Pop songs and neon lights make my brain anemic.

Standing on the crazy street,

I don't know where to go.

Hanging stars

Gently, I want to gently

With a silver paper cutter

Cut the veins of the blue river,

Let melancholy and sadness

Full of anger.

Facing a dying star,

I forgot the tears on my face.

Flowers and fruits

Flowers are silent music,

Fruit is the most touching book,

When they play in spring and publish in autumn,

My days are timed by a timer,

Bite and wring mercilessly;

Fragments of my heart are scattered in court,

My sigh rang out from under the steps.

It's hard to buy Taiwan Province's version of Yang's poems, so I first selected some online and collected them.

Little ants

We are a group of coolies who are not lazy.

I can't move my brother's story book.

I can't get rid of my sister's flower wool

Let's carry our little sister to eat the leftover bread crumbs.

It is raining.

There are small bacteria that hold up the most beautiful umbrella for us.

Cross the river

Petals bring us the safest boat.

Little snail

I walk with my little house on my back.

I climb trees with my little house on my back.

Slowly, slowly.

No hurry, no panic

I travel with my little house on my back.

Visit everywhere

Visit the sun kissing flowers and plants.

I want to ask him:

Why didn't he take a picture?

I live in a wet and dirty place.

spiderling

Stick to the pointed mouth that mosquitoes hate.

Little wings, who wants to fly around with mosquitoes?

Sister bee, be careful

Don't fly over and send me honey.

The wind blew the fallen flowers into my net.

Dewdrops hang pearls on my net.

The most beautiful one

This is my house.

Poetry collectors in Yang Jue.

Leaves are the cradle of caterpillars.

Flowers are the bed of butterflies.

Every singing bird has a comfortable nest.

Hard-working ants and bees live in beautiful dormitories.

Crabs and small fish live in a blue river.

The endless green Yuan Ye is home to grasshoppers and dragonflies.

Poor wind has no home,

Running around can't find a place to rest.

Wandering clouds have no home,

On a cloudy day, I can't help crying.

Little brother and little sister are the happiest!

When I was born, my mother and father prepared a home for me.

Grow up safely at home.

Yang Huan's poem "Summer Night"

Butterflies and bees go home with nectar.

Sheep and cows bid farewell to the fields and went home.

The fiery red sun also caught fire and the wheels went home.

When the street lamp lights up and says good night to the village,

Summer night came gently.

Coming! Coming!

Gently climbed down from the hillside.

Coming! Coming!

Gently climbed down from the top of the coconut tree.

Pearls scattered all over the sky and a big bright silver coin.

What a beautiful summer night! Cool summer night!

Chickens and ducklings sleep in the pen.

After listening to grandma's story,

Little brother and little sister also closed their eyes and went to sleep.

My little sister dreamed that she turned into a butterfly and flew in the big garden.

My little brother dreamed that he turned into a fish and swam in the blue sea. )

Sleep! Everyone's asleep!

In the gloom, the mountains are sleeping quietly!

In the gloom, the fields are sleeping quietly!

Only the pumpkin on the shelf outside the window is still awake.

Stretched the vines and climbed up the roof gently.

Only the green river is still awake,

I sang in a low voice and glided across the bridge in the bay.

Only the night wind is still awake,

Run out of the bamboo forest,

Follow fireflies with lanterns,

On a beautiful summer night, I wish you a pleasant journey.

Yang Huan's Poetry and Children's Poetry: Flowers

Butyric acid

Lily of the valley shakes a string of small bells;

Whoa, whoa, whoa,

Morning glory blows the trumpet,

The drizzle washed the face of the beautiful lily,

A breeze cut off the bald dandelion's hair.

There are nightingales singing for red roses,

There is an intimate conversation between the sun and carnations.

A bee attracts flowers and marries them.

The family of flowers is the most beautiful and the largest!

Flowers are people's best friends,

Flowers, visiting schools, hospitals,

Every happy and warm home,

Flowers spread fragrance all over the world,

Flowering in China, Japanese, American and Spanish.

Yang called poetry fruit club.

There is a sapphire night flowing outside the window.

Moonlight as white as milk flows into the room,

The fruit shop clock struck twelve,

Beautiful fruits wake up together,

Please ask the night wind to direct the insect band to accompany you.

This strange party was held.

The first one is the alpine dance of Banana Girl and Miss Pineapple.

When you jump up, the skirt will float around;

Then Mr. longan somersaulted,

Clap your hands together;

Watermelon and sugarcane are really funny.

One team is fat, the other is thin, and it's strange to play with double springs;

Mango and carambola can only laugh,

Keep shouting and clapping.

I laughed and laughed happily,

Finally, the chorus of all the fruits,

They sang songs to wake up the sleeping night,

They sang to wake the sleeping clouds,

And sang a beautiful morning,

Sing the beautiful sunrise.

Yang Zhuan's collection of poems "Little Paper Boat"

Just quickly fold a small paper boat,

Don't part with a blank sheet of paper,

Use your colored crayons again.

Draw a little sailor with a white hat askew.

This cricket is going to a concert.

Cross the river to sing;

After a busy day, the little ant misses his mother.

I have to cross the river to go home.

Look, look, they are all in a hurry!

When Mr. Sun said goodbye to this day,

When Miss Yun's blushing face was kissed,

When the tadpole wants to hide under the river bed to rest,

Just let your little paper boat sail!

Let it float on the bridge,

Let it float across the bridge gently,

Don't wake up the sunset glow sleeping on the river.

Row quickly! Row quickly!

Be sure to remind your little sailor.

Don't stop on the way,

Don't let it dock for his little lover.

Picking golden dandelion flowers.

You should know that at this time,

At that lively concert

The loud trumpet has been played once,

It's the mother of the little ant.

I am also anxiously waiting for him to go back for dinner.

Waiting for the moon sister to look in the mirror by the river;

When the stars are naughty,

When the night wind and grass whisper,

When flowers fall asleep, when insects fall asleep,

It's time for fireflies to come with lanterns.

Let them greet your little paper boat and that loyal little sailor,

Bend safely into the quiet little port full of reeds!

Where is spring?

Spring is coming!

Where is spring?

Little brother thought for a long time and couldn't figure it out;

A line eager to resist the south wind,

Let the kite inquire.

Seagull said: Traveling on the sea by boat in spring,

Didn't you hear the sailors singing to welcome spring?

The swallow said: spring rests in the sky,

Haven't you ever seen a busy cloud,

Carefully wipe the sky so blue and so bright?

The sparrow said: Walking by the river in the field in spring,

Haven't you ever seen the earth wake up from hibernation?

Combed Lin's hair and put new clothes on Master Yuan?

The sun says: Spring burns in my heart.

Spring smiles on the face of flowers,

In spring, I play games and have classes with the children at school.

In the factory in spring, I accompanied the workers to work and sing.

Spring crosses every busy street,

Spring has also entered every dirty alley.

Climb gently over your neighbor's wall,

And walked into your home quietly.

Brother said: let spring live in my house!

I'll give it the best candy,

Mother will prepare a most comfortable little wooden bed for her.

When we called back to the mainland,

Let my parents take me back to my hometown in spring.

It is raining.

It's raining,

The sun is afraid of getting wet and going home for a holiday.

The train is busy going to the station for fear of getting wet.

Cars, bicycles and old ox carts.

Busy going home, too,

Pity is the tall telephone pole and the green mailbox.

Standing still in the street in the rain,

Flowers and trees bow their heads and shed tears,

Ducklings and goslings are happiest in muddy water.

Sparrows sleep in their nests.

My little sister is afraid to listen to thunder.

Climb into bed, cover yourself with a quilt, cover your ears,

Facing the wind and rain, only the brave Haiyan,

Fly straight ahead at sea, fly.

Poetry of the forest

"The sun is good!

Good morning! 」

Miss Magpie was the first to open her eyes.

Open the green blinds,

For Sun, who just came to work,

By the morning I got up,

Screaming over and over again.

Her head was covered with dew,

Small bacteria gather from all directions,

Rows of small teams,

Let Mr. Feng be the conductor,

Flowers are blooming everywhere on the playground.

Start doing gymnastics.

Uncle Woodpecker is most respected by everyone.

Because he is an enthusiastic and good doctor,

Busy from morning till night every day,

I haven't had breakfast yet,

I was asked to see the doctor at the old fir tree.

Without a thermometer,

And no stethoscope,

He examined the old fir tree carefully,

With his long, sharp, fast mouth.

The white rabbit's brother listens to his mother best.

I brushed my teeth and washed my long ears in the morning.

He is a hardworking little gardener.

Not lazy, love to work,

He grows flowers and grass,

Plant a small pot of beans and a small pot of zucchini.

He is happy to watch.

The seeds sown became buds.

Thrushcross girl is a little musician,

But she doesn't want to hide at home and play the harmonica.

He is worried that his friends who live in the forest will be too lonely.

I flew east and west to visit,

Let a friend who has worked hard all day sit down and rest,

Listen to her sing some of the best songs in the world.

The fox and the wolf stopped doing those bad things.

They are good neighbors now,

A pair of good students who study hard,

They walk together, go to school together,

The teacher Bee teaches them to sing and read.

The forest is their classroom.

Owls wear a pair of big glasses all year round.

You should know that he is the most learned old doctor.

He shut himself in the house during the day,

Read that thick hardcover book,

I don't want to sleep at night,

Tell stories to the moon and stars,

Laugh in a strange voice when you are happy.

Mao Mao is a good boy.

Driving a golden car in the sun,

Under the protection of the cloud,

Mr. Xia has traveled to the earth.

Coming, coming,

Cicada was the first to inform the lovely children.

Coming, coming,

The south wind also told the banana shaking its fan.

Sunflower is such a fool,

Summer is around him,

He still asks the sun about summer every day.

Bees fly playfully from east to west,

See the flowers and ask:

"The nasty summer is coming again,

Do you know that?/You know what? 」

Morning glory has long known where summer comes from.

He powdered his face,

Climb out of the fence happily and wait to see him.

Xiaolian happily watched the little fish hide and seek.

He hid by the river and just laughed quietly.

The mother of the moon covered the grass with dew.

Even on a hot night,

He can also sleep quietly.

Frogs are most afraid of heat,

Scold loudly with a belly all day.

Mr Xia is a good friend of Mao Mao.

In the morning, all the good children woke up,

You should go for a walk in the park after washing your face.

Mr. Xia asked sparrows to be messengers.

Gently call her back from a distant dream;

At night, the lights sleep,

I'm afraid Mao Mao will get scared when he sees the dark room.

Mr. Xia asked the little bat to be the guard.

Flying around without leaving her home.

Mao Mao is a good boy,

She has a beautiful little summer dress,

She has a paper fan bought by her father and an iced watermelon with red flesh.

With kittens and puppies to play with her,

And many, many good friends.

Mao Mao is not afraid of hot weather.

She will always be a happy game,

Read so hard and sing so loudly.

Go to school quickly

-Go to school!

The little schoolbag looked eagerly at the rising sun.

-Go to school!

The old alarm clock also shouted at the top of its voice.

Looking at the ceiling lazily,

Little brother pretends to be sick and doesn't get up.

Cover your head, just want to sleep for a while,

Suddenly heard them in a meeting:

Eyes say: very good! I want to close the window and rest forever!

The ear said: Not bad! I want to lock the door and sleep all year round!

The nose said: very good! I am very happy to take a long vacation!

Feet said: I don't want to walk anymore!

The hand said: then I don't want to work anymore!

When the little brother heard panic,

Get up as soon as you turn over:

All right! All right! All right!

You all stop arguing,

I want to be a good boy,

Never be lazy again!

Bonita i.

There is a blue ocean spitting white,

Guard carefully and faithfully,

Cold snow and ice will never dare to come here.

There are green coconut trees and palm trees are very big.

Hold dear spring tightly,

Beautiful flowers will always bloom in groups.

Here?

Children are as healthy as healthy cows.

Here?

Children are as happy as happy larks.

Come and see!

My little sister is dancing with pineapple in the street in dream of banana, isn't she?

How else can I sleep in my mother's arms?

Still laughing?

Do you know this? Is it somewhere?

I tell you, her name is Taiwan Province Province,

Is the kingdom of sweet sugar,

This is a beautiful treasure island, as beautiful as a fairy tale

Eyes. Eyes.

The little black cat has two big yellow eyes.

Walking on a moonless night,

Those two big eyes are its lights.

Little sparrows have the most flexible eyes.

Fly happily,

Find a lonely child and sing him the happiest song.

The little mouse's eyes didn't open until evening.

Afraid of going out for a walk in the sun,

Always guarding a dark and wet hole.

Mother's eyes are as warm and bright as the sun.

She smiles at you, and she wishes you forever.

Because you are her favorite baby.

Your eyes are windows,

Open to the bright sunshine!

Open to the blue sky!

Go where you want to go,

This is also the best way. Open it!

Don't slouch at the sight of a book;

"oh! I have a headache! 」

Then close it tightly, like a closed clam shell.

Colorful rainbow

After receiving the order from the sun king to clean up,

Raindrops fall on the flying dark clouds,

Escape from the palace of heaven.

They filled rice fields and rivers with water,

They bathed in dirty valleys,

And then clean up the city that cleaners can never finish cleaning,

It also washed away the sultry and dusty sky.

In order to reward their ability,

Give them a beautiful long ribbon,

It was hung in the sky after a heavy rain.

Colorful rainbows of red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue and purple.

Song of soap

Children, you must all know me.

Said I was a good soap.

Unlike those colorful soaps,

Put in the noble window of a large department store,

Born,

I was put into a rough big wooden box by the workers.

But I am very happy and proud.

I am willing to try my best to help your mother wash clothes.

I'd rather blow bubbles happily with you.

Come on, let's be good friends!

Let me wash your little black and dirty hands every day.

I'm glad to see you wearing it again.

Clean and beautiful clothes.

Go to school!

Kingdom in fairy tales

My little brother is riding a white horse.

My little brother rode a white horse to the fairy tale kingdom.

Mom can't raise him,

Dad couldn't keep him,

It's my brother's favorite story,

My favorite trumpet,

I can't keep him.

The woodpecker knew about it and gave it to his little brother very early.

Knock on the two doors of the Gold and Silver City;

The mouse king knows,

Put on a new big dress very early,

Meet him under that big sunflower tree!

Ah! A busy day,

Happy days,

The day when the beautiful mouse princess got married.

The clear blue sky is also bright blue.

Blue can't be blue! )

Mr. Sun holds a gold cane,

Come to the wedding of mouse king's wife.

Grandma Feng shook her fan.

I also came in a hurry.

What a lot of guests!

Only the little brother is alone,

Riding a beautiful little white horse.

The beautiful princess blushed and invited people to drink.

The beautiful princess blushed and danced with the guests.

The guests were ecstatic.

The mouse king's face is about to burst into laughter.

Really, this happy kingdom is full of happy flowers! )

The drunken guest gave it to the princess-

A crown woven with colorful clouds.

Mr. Sun is a clever old gentleman.

Just use a string of stars as a gift,

Pearl-like stars are set in the crown.

Grandma Feng gave the princess a comb made of honey.

Comb the princess's long black hair.

What should my little brother give her?

Little brother, give her a doll!

Two white rabbits are carrying a red gauze sedan chair.

A team of Vega trumpeters,

A team of ants with flags,

Go away, go away.

Princess Mouse married from Jinyin City to Baihua City.

I heard that the princess's son-in-law,

This is a beautiful and decent red crowned rooster.

The night is so quiet and deep!

The guests were too drunk to walk.

Little brother's eyes are very small, only a crack is left.

Little brother is going to bed.

Little brother! Little brother!

Mom and dad are calling you!

Little brother! Little brother!

Your big horn is going to cry!

Little brother, go home quickly!

If you are afraid of the night,

Fireflies will take you home with lanterns.

The candy for you comes from your kind mother-in-law Feng.

Leave it to the little sister to eat;

Put the mouse king in your cradle.

Leave it to my little sister to sleep;

The star of hope given to you by Mr. Sun,

Just give it to the little lover who loves you the most.

Flowers and fruits

Flowers are silent music,

Fruit is the most touching book,

When they play in spring and publish in autumn,

My days are timed by a timer,

Bite and wring mercilessly;

Fragments of my heart are scattered in court,

My sigh rang at the foot of the steps.