(early) morning

Grandpa Sun went to work early,

Let the sun shine on us,

Let's be full of energy at the end of the day.

Birds are singing on the branches,

The industrious bees looked at us happily,

Holding hands, humming the school song,

Walking on the way to school.

noon

In the school cafeteria,

We lined up in order,

Take those cute cartoon characters with their favorite characters printed on them.

It was our happiest moment,

Talking, joking and telling ghost stories scared juniors and timid girls to cry.

"Ha ha ha ha ..." After the boys laughed, there came the teacher's admonition.

night

Naughty stars climb into the sky,

Watch the children playing on the grass.

"Hide and seek" and "Rats stealing oil" have been played many times.

But still accompanied by our laughter.

Tired of playing,

Sit on the grass and count the stars.

" 1、2、3、4……"

What a beautiful picture!

Mature older children,

Sitting at my window,

Listening to the children's laughter,

Looking at the articles and diaries written when I was a child, and the photos of crying,

It's like going back to childhood. ...

Look on the bright side.

Look on the bright side.

Look on the bright side.

Even a leaf.

Also in the direction of the sun.

Grass in the bushes.

Look on the bright side.

Look on the bright side.

Even if the wings are burnt.

Also fly in the direction of the flashing lights.

Flying insects at night.

Look on the bright side.

Look on the bright side.

Even if it's just a sense of spaciousness.

It is also in the direction of the sun.

Children living in big cities.

Strange thing

I'm surprised,

Rain fell from the dark clouds.

Why is it shining silver?

I'm surprised,

Eat green mulberry leaves

How can you grow into a white silkworm baby?

I'm surprised,

A gourd flower that no one has touched.

How can you make a flower yourself?

I'm surprised,

No matter who you ask, everyone will smile and say,

"Of course."

Me and the birds and the bells

I open my arms,

Or fly in the sky,

Birds can't be like me,

Run fast on the ground.

I shake my body,

Cann't get rid of the beautiful voice,

It can't be me who rings the bell.

Can sing many songs.

Bells, birds, and me,

We are different. We're all fine.

moon

Dawn moon

Hanging on the top of the mountain.

The white parrot in the cage,

I opened my dim eyes,

All right, all right. Isn't that my partner? Say hello.

The moon in the daytime

Reflected in the pond.

The doll in a straw hat is on the shore.

Set up a fishing rod and stare.

How beautiful! I really want to catch it. Will it take the bait?

In the moonlight

Hide in the branches.

Birds with red beaks and shells,

Eyes rolling around.

Oh! Cooked. I really want to peck.

Nerium oleander

Whenever I

When you cry,

I always smell orange blossom.

I'm angry here,

For a long time,

No one came to me,

I'm tired of watching it,

Ants crawled out of the hole in the wall.

Climb out endlessly.

In the courtyard wall,

In the warehouse,

There were bursts of laughter,

When I think about it and cry again,

At this time,

I smell orange blossom.

Cage of light

I am a bird now.

In the summer shade,

In a cage woven with light,

Raised by a master who never showed up,

I sang all the songs I could,

Because I am a lovely bird.

A lightly woven cage is easy to break,

As long as I try to stretch my wings.

But, I'm fine,

I am a singer in a cage.

Kind bird.

happy

Happiness is dressed in pink,

A person is crying in a low voice.

"I knocked on the doors and windows in the middle of the night.

But no one knows my loneliness,

Only in the dim light shadow,

A haggard mother, a sick child.

Sadly, I came to the next corner,

Knocked on the door there twice,

However, throughout the city,

Nobody wants me to go in. "

In the back street where the moon sets.

Happiness is crying in a low voice.

Stars and dandelions

The blue sky is bottomless.

Like a small stone sinking into the sea,

When night falls,

The stars in the daytime are invisible to the naked eye.

You can't see it, but it's there,

There are some things we can't see.

Dried and dispersed dandelion,

Quietly hiding in the cracks,

When spring comes,

Its strong eyes can't see.

You can't see it, but it's there,

There are some things we can't see.

I like dandelions.

I like dandelion.

They always open early.

tell us

Spring is coming, spring is coming.

I like dandelion.

They have no thorns and are not tall.

Just a crawling baby in Lian Gang.

You can touch him and kiss him.

I like dandelion.

They are great parents.

When the wind blows

They will tell the children.

Fly bravely, fly bravely.

Dandelion's child

rain

Don't worry.

Don't worry.

Dandelion's child

I want to fly further.

wind

Blow as much as you want.

Blow as much as you want.

Dandelion's child

I want to fly higher.

Dandelion's child

Fly bravely

Fly bravely

Fly over mountains and seas.

Fly over dark clouds and rainbows

Bloom in the garden of angels