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Dandelion doesn't say a word (group poem)

Author: Wei Ya

Dandelion didn't say a word

That's far, far away

That's close. That's close.

White floc after floc.

Rongrong is light and naughty.

Oh, this is

Dandelion's flower season

flying all over the sky

Left her footprints.

Dyed her eyelashes.

Touched my nose

Still holding my skirt.

Never leave.

This fluffy ball

This white miracle

Are you lovesick in midsummer?

Or the memory of winter?

Dandelion didn't say a word

Blink.

Intimate with me

Old trees through the green forest

Tonight in the wind

There is a smell of grass coming.

The moon hides behind the clouds.

I can't see the path of the distant mountain.

Small animals in the forest

Will they all fall asleep?

On the green grass slope

Is it ... or not

Another mushroom is in bloom.

Mushrooms have small round heads.

Leaning against the tree with an umbrella

Nodded, giving off a fragrance.

Wave as if to say

Would you like to go hiking with me?

Clouds spit out moonlight.

Illuminate tall buildings

Mom, if I take a small umbrella,

Old trees through the green forest

Yes or no

Turn into mushrooms.

Open my little blue umbrella

The wind is blowing and the fog is coming.

It's raining outside the window

Don't be afraid, don't worry.

Open my little blue umbrella

Wow, another blue sky.

In the blue sky, there is one.

Clouds and smoke

Lantianxia

Have my happy smiling face

The rain outside the umbrella is like an arrow.

ticking sound

It seems that someone is speaking in class.

Under the umbrella, my heart is like a clear spring.

a bitter quarrel

Sing a song

Hey, I don't know.

When has the rain stopped?

The little sparrow is standing on the branch.

Everyone is afraid of winter.

Say it's cold in winter

Sparrows say no

On the bare branches

Recite a poem

Everyone says winter is ugly.

Lonely but not green.

The little sparrow is standing on the branch.

Lonely old tree

Add a piece.

Flying leaves

Can you wait at the window?

Winter hasn't come yet.

The swallow is leaving.

Standing at the window screaming.

Makes me feel bad.

Swallow, do you want to emigrate?

When will it flow back?

You should follow your mother well.

Don't get lost, don't worry me.

Swallows are still chirping.

As if to say

She must catch up in spring.

Only then.

Will I?

Still waiting at the window

(Original Children's Literature 1999 No.2)