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Xiaotian green

Xiaotian green

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  • 1970-01-01Published
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Chapter 1 Chapter 1: Echo Dwelling with Eyes Closed

Xiaotian green 小笋子 3440Words 2018-03-22
I always love to think beautifully The name of the color is Tian Green Maybe it's a little rose by the bamboo fence A little sea monster on the beach in summer Or a small quilt in a warm house? In short, it is a tranquil green like a dewy fresh morning The rippling water in my eyes winter time I'm a doll living in a tiny room Sticking to the white romantic snow window I think of my little Tianlu again maybe it used to snuggle up to the window with me that intimate snowman Accompany me to make a wish on the birthday cake dancing by candlelight Waiting for the warm spring flowers to take away the laziness of hibernation

My snowman turned into a pool of green spring water Flowing water towards the bamboo fence Pretend to be a green bottle and stay beside Xiao Qiangwei Hush - quiet, it wants to contain the whispers of flowers The water flows toward the summer beach Pretending to be a green crab, pulling the cape of a little sea monster Hush - secretly, it wants to find a cute embrace to settle down The running water is towards the warm house Pretending to be a piece of green moonlight, shining on the nest of the small quilt Shh - lightly, it wants to kiss the green child under the blanket In the end it moved towards the stack of papers by the bedside

become a green rain Plain white paper has turned into a lush pasture Dili Dili is full of small bamboo shoots reciting the poem turn out to be my little green Became the bamboo shoots that hide the dream of bamboo far away The sky seems to have fallen wishes Far away from me in the south I can't care less about making a white wish just remember to hold on tight holding a cup of sunshine There is a refreshing white petal fragrance inside Turned a page of sad fairy tale Cangcang poetry, melancholy story far away, out of reach I can only pick a small teardrop Subsidized glass windows, when thousands of lights are on

There is a crystal eye Gazing at this beautiful and sad world that big bright star Hanging high in the night where the stars hold the moon Far away, always said to give to the best child But ordinary children are in the wilderness pick up a little gray star String a necklace around your neck Even if it can't shine in the night sky and keep a little light on her chest On the big tree of red tomatoes, the clouds float Under the big tree of red tomatoes, the skirt shakes Bamboo shoots in light green skirt picking tomatoes Little thoughts with a skirt Picking tomatoes from the wheat in the dark green skirt

little deep thinking with a basket Beans in Sky Blue Skirt Pick Tomatoes Sissy - grinning silly Guess and guess about bamboo shoots The fruit of the sea blue skirt is not picked Tsk tsk - blowing cotton Tease to Maizi's little thoughts red tomato tree A big tree house, colorful clouds floating Quiet, live the old king Under the big tree of red tomatoes Four little girls, skirts shake Twittering, Guodou, bamboo shoots and wheat smiling The old king who was happy in autumn also came under the tree in this garden little spring breeze blowing a slice lavender day at night sky will pop up

so much dilly dilly candle Is it the flying shadow of the white parrot forest? That fine purple light Always bravely warm the road in winter in this garden Little Green Fragrance smoked lavender day this is a slice Viola sky The water is as lively as a spring stream And clear ripples Reflecting a long back but no one knows He is whispering to Hua'er Only those children holding candied haws Only then can I hear such an ageless song White envelope to winter home blue envelope to summer home A story run, run across the north wind Spread out a ball of soft white cotton Warm Mumu's winter bamboo shoots

A poem runs, races against the scorching sun Open a bright blue umbrella Give coolness to pretty Fuqu White envelope leading to winter bamboo shoots The blue envelope hangs to the summer flowers A gust of north wind blows and blows, blowing away the leaves The white envelope that can't scratch the bamboo shoots A round of scorching sun shines, faints Cao'er I can't even take down Fu Que's blue envelope White envelope to winter home blue envelope to summer home Dili dili, two larks Shout out the small name of spring on the other side I look up The sharp bud in my heart

I also raised my thin feet all of a sudden In this way, I kissed the lovely sunshine And the princess is in the palace on the other side Elegant dance with lyre spinning I open my eyes wide that pink dress Also all of a sudden swing the curly folds In this way, the dear child And the princess is in the palace on the other side Deduce the noble dress in front of the full-length mirror A canary flew under the kapok tree, chirping: "She's nothing but a henna seed!" "She's nothing but a bunch of nail flowers!" But I say, the princess in the palace She dances, but she can't move her dewdrop heart

She wears colorful clothes, but not clamorous joy Unlike me, living under the simple kapok tree How wonderful! Be a little henna princess To make the little story beautiful and high above furry little spring Man Xiang Xiang, a room The smell of grass is coming towards the window Dandelion blooming towards the door The rabbit hides aside, looking around The girl went out the door, it also jumped out the window Sunday, little runaway Rabbit walking alone a sun kiss On the path, two large carrots Rabbit looking up at the sky alone look at a white cloud On the path, two big cotton flowers

Rabbit jumps long jump alone Walking on a bicycle, all of a sudden—— smell the grass ahead dandelion A rabbit behind the car, a girl in front of the car Spring is also walking on the path On Sunday, let's go spring together Sitting in front of the door, staring blankly sitting in front of the door Bear in the Green Tree House Look stupidly, look stupidly Happiness sachet hanging on the cloud Is it a gift from the blue bird? too late to see, maybe It loves just a bunch of lucky people Broken leaf flowers blooming all over the jungle Is it the starlight of fireflies? too late to see, maybe

What it looks at is a colorful castle skirt girl strolling the path Is it the pale peach shell skirt? too late to see, maybe She's heading for a feast of encouragement Sitting in front of the door, staring blankly Just look at its seeds, have they germinated? Then it grows into a pale yellow chrysanthemum The white petals are spinning in the wind Turn into a big windmill Carrying bears to a small dreamland built by bamboo fences three years old The kite flies to the sky bridge built by the rainbow See the little wheels rolling in the street I plan when i grow up will ride a whirring bicycle chasing that kite flying high five years old very short haircut wear cool sportswear Adults laugh at me as a handsome tomboy I decide when i grow up Be a girl stronger than boys six years old dad carry me I carry a small schoolbag we go to school happily I look forward to when i grow up hold daddy's hand we bounce to work seven years old Beloved cat cat on black rainy day Quietly take the train to heaven i promise it when i grow up It's my turn to buy a ticket to heaven will stay with the cat forever Twelve years old i am a sick child Cycling to run a kite, being a strong girl, and going to work with my dad All like a smashed ceramic doll Pick up the pieces piece by piece under the stars I wait when i grow up The stars can see my tears and give me a little green light Fourteen I'm in the little fortress of silence Plant my text small potted plants One leaf, one tree, one grass, one flower I pray just don't grow up if one day A kind elf lives in my fairy tale forest sixteen years old dream long hair dancing in a white dress Sitting in the beautiful anemone field weaving a wreath of poetry I hope just don't grow up let me continue in the season of sorrow Write the most romantic and pleasant poems seventeen years old There are too many unknown panics and endless thoughts I think Maybe i grew up like this but I can still be greedy for SNOOPY's childishness Will you be my good boy for the rest of your life? windy island The witch hides in the lonely conch singing snow town The angel flies to the hazy snow window to stare waiting for someone's garden The elf sits on the faint flower petals and makes a wish Except for that dreamy kid Who else will send warm poems to them Shi Jianli A cat lost in the pages of a blue book A flower living in a green heart A pair of eyes that wander the purple jungle Except for that dreamy kid Who else will ride a pen across the silver night sky miss summer You took me to the mountain to pick mushrooms At the dining table, we hold soup bowls full of happiness miss winter You carry me to the shop to cut fabrics Under the moonlight, we are wrapped in blankets that bury the sun Except for that dreamy kid Who else would want to sleep in the palm of their mother for the rest of their lives? little lantern in my dream hanging in childhood a small chestnut tree The day I said goodbye to my childhood But I forgot to take the little lantern on the tree When I saw the first red fruit night sky through glass a bright moon Dreaming of a few stars try to point out Mid-Autumn Festival in a dreary town The light in front of the window illuminates I often dream of my little lantern dream about it Hanging on a tall chestnut tree Illuminate the purple grape vine frame in the distance It also illuminates me roasting chestnuts under the tree The noisy street outside the window dancing apple lanterns Running with groups of children carrying lanterns Are they going to run to the chestnut tree? to each other's childhood hang a bright wish I am in a dreamlike spring I met the ignorant me Stroll through the sea of ​​flowers wearing a wreath I thought it was a beautiful and noble princess Years later, I discovered So what I met was just a sleepwalking ugly duckling I am in a crowded summer I met the one I was looking for Traveling through the city with the stars and the moon I thought it was a fighting warrior Years later, I discovered It turned out that what I met was just a lost child I am in the windy autumn I met that autumn harvest Standing under a tree full of anticipation I thought it was a harvester full of fruit Years later, I discovered It turned out that what I met was just a withered seed I am in the silent winter meet the tired me close your eyes and forget to think I know I met a drooping daisy I want to lie quietly in time, sleep quietly Quietly waiting for the sun to meet me in the next season Turn me into a flower with love dear muse in the magic night make me a purple dancing orchid singing dolphin Dancing in the dark blue Aegean Sea Mercury on Capricornus i stand on tiptoe The beating pistils piously flow the girl's prayer Turn me into a flower with love dear jungle leprechaun in the valley of ding dong make me a blue bellflower wind chime Write to me from the red house on the other side snowy mountain road I look up The slightly scented floral fragrance fills our friendship happily Turn me into a flower with love dear mom and dad in swaying arms make me a pink lantern flower benevolent sun Draw a circle for me in the thick palm of your hand clear palm prints i close my eyes The immature flower bud gently kisses the grateful halo dear dream fairy Please turn me into a flower with love even a humble bamboo flower blooming on the proud green bamboo Just let me fall with the most gentle posture fall to the sour poet A cup of milk tea at her table There are circles of sweet ripples When I was young, I abducted the kitten to the room Sneak out the paint and paint it light blue night with lights out I always get lost in the dark room when you cry But found a light blue moonlight under the bed mimi meow When I was young, I planted green grass on the back hill Sneak out the paint and paint it light blue The rain floats quietly, the wind blows quietly Green grass flutters with summer's bare feet in a blue dress When the winter snow takes away the fresh green But a string of light blue feet are exposed in the soil to the spring sea until my spring grows up Blooming graceful mood I'm waiting for you at the crowded blueberry station You'll see the light blue hairpin on my head I give you a light blue fairy tale You send me a light blue hyacinth Let's go to the beach and swing on a light blue swing When it shakes to the melody of sea wind and waves I heard the sound of spring flowers blooming from the conch ding ding ling ling along the dream light blue sea me, and a light blue chinchilla
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