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If people know where my palace is, it will disappear into the air.

The walls are white and silver, and the roof is dazzling gold.

The queen lives in a palace with seven courtyards; The jewelry she wears is worth all the wealth of the seven kingdoms.

But let me tell you quietly, mom, where is my palace?

In the corner of our balcony, there is a flowerpot with pale yellow flowers.

The princess is lying on the other side of seven impassable oceans, sleeping.

No one in the world can find her except myself.

She wears bracelets on her arms and pearls on her ears; Her hair dragged on the floor.

When I touched her with my wand, she woke up. When I laughed, Zhuyu came out of her mouth.

Fall down.

However, let me tell you quietly in my ear, mom; She lives in the corner of our balcony and grows there.

Where the flowerpots of Dalcy flowers are placed.

When you want to take a bath in the river, come to the balcony on the roof.

I sat in the corner where the shadows of the wall met.

I only let the kitten stay with me because it knows where the barber in that story lives.

However, let me tell you quietly in your ear where the barber in that story lives.

He lives at the corner of the balcony, with a flowerpot with Datura flower.

place of exile

Mom, the light in the sky has turned gray; I don't know when.

I had a strange life, so I came to you. This is Saturday, our day off.

Put down your work, mom; Sit by the window and tell me where the Tepanta Desert in the fairy tale is.

The shadow of rain hung over the whole day.

Fierce lightning holds the sky with its claws.

When the clouds are overcast and the sky thunders, I always like to climb on you with my inner fear.

When the heavy rain poured on the bamboo leaves for hours and the strong wind rattled our windows, I

Mom, I like sitting alone in the house with you and listening to your fairy tales about the Tepanta Desert.

Mom, where is it? By the sea, at the foot of some peaks, in which king's country?

Tully?

There are no boundary markers in the fields, no villagers walk home at dusk, or women pick them up in the Woods.

Dead branches were bundled and transported to the market. There is only a small piece of yellow grass and a tree in the sand.

It's a clever old bird nesting there. That place is the Tepanta Desert.

I can imagine how lonely the young king's son is on such a cloudy day.

Riding a gray horse, I crossed the desert to find the man who was imprisoned in a huge palace outside the unknown ocean.

Lord.

When rain and fog fall in the distant sky and lightning like a sudden spasm of pain, he

Do you remember his unfortunate mother who was abandoned by the king? She was cleaning the cowshed with tears when he rode past the boy.

In the Tepanta Desert?

You see, mom, it's getting dark before dawn, and there are few tourists on the road in the village over there.

The shepherd boy has come home from the pasture, and people have come back from the fields and sat on straw mats under the eaves of huts.

Looking at the gloomy clouds.

Mom, I put all my books on the shelf-don't ask me to do my homework now.

When I grow up, as old as my father, I will learn what I want to learn.

But today, you have to tell me, mom, where is the Tepanta Desert in the fairy tale?

When it is difficult

Dark clouds quickly gathered on the dark edge of the forest.

Son, don't go out!

A row of palm trees by the lake hit the wall in the dark sky; Crows with messy feathers live quietly in tamarind's

On the branches, the east bank of the river is being invaded by dark colors.

Our cow is tied to the fence and barks loudly.

Son, wait here until I take the cow into the cowshed first.

Many people crowded into the flooded fields to catch the fish that escaped from the flooded pool, and the rain became a river.

Flowing through the narrow street, running away from my mother like a laughing child, deliberately trying to make her angry.

Listen, someone is calling the boatman in the shallows.

Son, it's getting dark and the ferry on the ferry has stopped.

The sky seems to be running on the torrential rain; The water in the river is loud and violent; Women have their hands full.

The pot of water hurried home from the Henghe River.

The lights used at night must be ready.

Son, don't go out!

The avenue leading to the market is empty, and the path leading to the river is slippery. The wind roared and struggled in the bamboo forest,

Like a beast caught in a net.

Barcos de papel

I put the paper boats one by one in the swift stream every day.

I wrote my name and the name of the village where I lived in big black letters on the paper boat.

I hope people living in different places can get this paper boat and know who I am.

I put Li Xiuhua growing in the garden on my boat, hoping that these morning flowers can be buried safely at night.

Take it ashore.

I threw the paper boat into the water, looked up at the sky and saw clouds of white sails full of wind.

I wonder what my playmates are in the sky. Put these boats down and race with me! As night falls, my face is buried in

In my arms, I dreamed that my paper boat was floating slowly under the midnight starlight.

The sleeping fairy sat on the boat with a basket full of dreams.

sailor

The boatman Mantehu's boat is moored at Genji Pier in Laqi.

The ship was loaded with jute uselessly and has been there for a long time.

As long as he is willing to lend me his boat, I will put a hundred paddles on it and raise five, six or seven cloth sails.

I will never drive it to a stupid market.

I will sail all over the seven seas and thirteen rivers in the celestial world.

But, mom, don't hide in the corner and cry for me.

I will not go to the forest like Ramachandra, and I will not come back for fourteen years.

I will be the prince in the story and fill my boat with what I like.

I will take my friend Axi as my companion, and we will sail happily in the seven oceans of the celestial world together.

Thirteen rivers.

I will sail in the morning light.

At noon, when you take a bath in the pond, we will be in the land of a strange king.

We'll pass the Tepuni Shoal and leave the Tepuni Desert.

When we come back, it's getting dark, and I'll tell you everything we saw.

I will cross the seven seas and thirteen rivers in the celestial world.

1) Rama Gandhara is Rama. He is the protagonist in the Indian narrative poem Ramayana. To honor my father's promise

In order to make peace and maintain the friendship between brothers, he gave up the right to inherit the throne and was exiled in the forest with his wife Sido for fourteen years.

opposite bank

I am eager to go to the other side of the river.

Over there, many boats are tied to bamboo poles;

People cross there by boat in the morning, carrying plowshares on their shoulders to cultivate their distant fields;

Over there, shepherds let their chirping cows swim to the pasture by the river;

At dusk, they all went home, leaving only wolves howling on this island full of weeds.

Mom, if you don't mind, I want to be a boatman on this ferry when I grow up.

It is said that there are many strange ponds hidden behind this high shore.

After the rain, flocks of wild birds flew there. Lush reeds grow on the shore, and waterfowl are there.

Laying eggs;

The bamboo chickens waving their tails left their tiny footprints on the clean soft mud;

At dusk, the long grass blooms with white flowers, inviting moonlight to float on the wave surface of the long grass.

Mom, if you don't mind, I want to be a boatman on this ferry when I grow up.

I'm going from shore to shore, crossing it, crossing it, and all the boys and girls in the village who bathe there will be surprised.

Look at me from different places.

The sun rose to the sky and the morning became noon. I will run to you and say, "Mom, I'm hungry!" " "

At the end of the day, the shadow falls under the tree, and I go home at dusk.

I will never leave you to work in the city like my father did.

Mom, if you don't mind, I want to be a boatman on this ferry when I grow up.

Huade school

When Lei Yun thundered in the sky and the showers in June fell,

The moist east wind walks through the wilderness and plays the flute in the bamboo forest.

So groups of flowers suddenly ran out of unknown places and danced wildly on the green grass.

Mom, I really think those flowers are in an underground school.

They do their homework behind closed doors. If they want to play games before school, their teacher will punish them for standing on the wall.

Lustful.

As soon as it rained, they had a holiday.

The branches of the forest touched, the green leaves rustled in the wind, Lei Yun clapped his hands, and the children were there.

I was wearing purple, yellow and white clothes and rushed out.

Mom, do you know that their home is in the sky, where the stars live?

Don't you see how eager they are to get there? Don't you know why they are in such a hurry?

I can naturally guess who they are raising their arms to: they also have their own mothers, just like I have my own.

Like my mother.

Ren Shang

Mom, let's imagine that you stay at home and I travel abroad.

Imagine again that my boat is already full on the dock waiting to leave.

Now, mom, please think about it and tell me what I want to bring you when I come back.

Mom, do you want piles of gold?

On both sides of the golden river, the fields are covered with golden rice.

On the tree-lined road, golden flowers also fell to the ground one after another.

I'll help you put them all away and put them in hundreds of baskets.

Mom, do you want pearls as big as raindrops in autumn?

I want to cross the sea to the shore of Pearl Island.

In that place, at the dawn of the morning, the beads trembled on the wild flowers in the grass, and the beads fell on the green grass, and the beads were covered.

Rough waves scattered the ground on the beach in handfuls.

Where is my brother? I will give him a pair of winged horses that can fly in the clouds.

Where's Dad? I will bring him a magic pen. Before he feels it, the pen can write words.

What about you, mom? I must give you that jewelry box and jewels worth seven kingdoms.

empathy

If I were just a puppy and not your child, dear mother, when I want to eat something on your plate,

Are you going to say "no" to me?

Are you going to kick me out and say, "Go away, you naughty dog"?

Then, go, mom, go! When you call me, I will never come to you and never want you.

Feed me again.

If I were just a green parrot, not your child, dear mother, you should lock me tightly.

Stay, afraid I will fly away?

You have to shake my hand and say, "What an ungrateful bitch! Biting its chain all night

Son "?

Then, go, mom, go! I'm going to run into the Woods; I will never let you hold me in your arms again.

occupation

In the morning, when the clock strikes ten, I go to school along our alley.

Every day when I meet that peddler, he will shout, "bracelet, shiny bracelet!" " "

He has nothing urgent to do, he has no street to go, he has no place to go, he

No time to go home.

I wish I were a peddler, living in the street and shouting, "bracelet, shiny bracelet!" " "

At four o'clock in the afternoon, I go home from school.

From a door, I can see a gardener digging there.

He digs with a hoe if he wants, and his clothes are stained with dust. If he is tanned by the sun or

Nobody scolded him because he was wet.

I wish I were a gardener, digging in the garden. No one will stop me.

As soon as it got dark, my mother sent me to bed.

From the open window, I can see the night watchman walking around.

The alley was dark and empty, and the street lamp stood there like a giant with red eyes on his head.

The night watchman shook his lantern and the shadow walked beside him. He has never had sex once in his life.

I wish I were a watchman, walking in the street all night, chasing shadows with a lamp.

eldest branch of a family

Mom, your child is so stupid! She is ridiculously ignorant!

She doesn't know the difference between street lamps and stars.

When we play with pebbles as food, she thinks they are really food and wants to put them in her mouth.

Let's go

When I opened a book and put it in front of her, she was reading A, B and C. She tore up the pages with her hands and was inexplicably happy.

Cry loudly, that's how children do their homework.

When I shook my head at her angrily, scolded her and said she was naughty, she smiled and felt very funny.

Everyone knows that Dad is not at home, but if I call out "Dad" during the game, she will be happy.

Looking around, I thought dad was really close at hand.

When I took the donkey brought back by the laundryman as a student and warned her that I was a teacher, she didn't.

Yelling at my brother for no reason.

Your child wants to catch the moon.

She is ridiculous; Her name is Gneish (1) Chinoosh.

Mom, your child is so stupid, she is so ridiculously ignorant!

Ganesh is the son of Shiva, the god of destruction, and looks like a human head. It is also the most important thing for modern Indians.

I like the first word used as a name.

Little giant

I am very young, because I am a child, and I will grow up when I am as old as my father.

If my husband comes, say, "It's getting late, take your slate and your book."

I will tell him, "Don't you know that I am as old as my father?"

I'll never learn from it again. "

My teacher will be surprised and say, "He can stop studying because he is an adult."

I got dressed and went to the crowded market.

If my uncle comes to me and says, "You are going to get lost, my child, let me lead you."

I will answer: "Uncle, don't you see that I am as old as my father? I decided to be alone.

Individuals go to the market. "

My uncle will say, "Yes, he can go anywhere because he is an adult."

When I give money to the nanny, my mother will come out of the bathroom because I know how to use my keys.

The man who opened the silver box.

If mom says, "What are you doing, naughty boy?"

I will tell her, "Mom, don't you know that I am as old as my father?" I have to give money to the nanny. "

Mother will say to herself, "He can give money to whoever he likes, because he is an adult."

When I have a holiday in October, my father will go home. He'll think I'm still a child and bring it to me from the city.

I bought little shoes and a small silk shirt.

I will say, "Dad, give these things to my brother, because I am as old as you."

Dad will think about it and say; "He can buy his own clothes at will, because he is an adult."

Twelve o'clock direction

Mom, I really don't want to do my homework now. I have been studying all morning.

You said, it's only twelve o'clock. Assuming that it will not be later than twelve o'clock;

Can't you imagine it's twelve o'clock in the afternoon?

I can easily imagine that now the sun has reached the edge of that rice field, an elderly fisherman.

Picking herbs for her dinner by the pool.

When I close my eyes, I can think that the shadow under matar tree is darker and the water in the pond looks shiny and black.

If twelve o'clock can come in the dark, why can't the night come at twelve o'clock?

author

You said dad wrote a lot of books, but I didn't understand what he wrote.

He read to you all night, but do you really understand what he means?

Mom, the story you told us is really nice! I wonder why dad can't write such a book.

Has he never heard the story of the giant, the fairy and the princess from his mother?

Or have you completely forgotten?

He often misses taking a bath, so you have to call him a hundred times.

You always have to wait and heat his food for him, but he forgets and keeps writing.

Dad always plays with writing books.

If I go into my father's room to play games, you will come and shout, "What a naughty boy!" " "

If I make a noise, you should say, "Can't you see your father is working?"

What's the fun of writing all the time?

When I picked up my father's pen or pencil, I wrote the same A, B, C, D, E, F in his book.

Mom, why are you angry with me?

When dad writes, you don't say a word

When my father spent so much time making sheets, mom, you didn't seem to care.

However, if I only make a boat with a piece of paper, you have to say, "Son, you are so annoying!" " "

What do you think of dad smearing black spots on both sides of the paper and defacing many, many pieces of paper?

Bad postman

Why are you sitting on the floor over there? Tell me, dear mother.

The rain came in through the open window and got you wet all over, but you didn't care.

Did you hear the clock strike four? It's time for my brother to go home from school.

What the hell happened? You look very wrong.

Didn't you hear from your father today?

I saw the postman bring many letters in his bag, and almost everyone in town delivered them.

Only dad's letter, he kept it for himself. I'm sure this postman is a bad guy.

But don't be unhappy about it, dear mother.

Tomorrow is the market day in the neighboring village. You ask the maid to buy some pens and paper.

I will write my own letters from my father; So you can't find anything wrong.

I want to write from a to K.

But, mom, why are you laughing?

You don't believe I can write as well as my father!

But I will draw a grid with my heart and write all the letters big and beautiful.

When I finished it, did you think I was as stupid as my father and put it in the terrible postman's bag?

I'll send it to you personally right away, and I'll read it letter by letter for you.

I know the postman won't send you a really good letter.

Hideo

Mom, let's imagine that we are crossing a strange and dangerous country.

You are sitting in a sedan chair, and I am running beside you on a red horse.

It's dusk and the sun has set. The wasteland of the Yolande Sea is exhausted and gloomy before us.

The land is desolate and barren.

You get scared and think-"I don't know where we are."

I say to you, "Mom, don't be afraid."

A needle-like grass grows on the grass, and a narrow and rugged path passes through the grass.

There is not a cow in this vast land; They returned to the bullpen in the village.

It's getting dark, the earth and the sky are hazy, and we can't tell where to go.

Yes

Suddenly, you called me and asked me quietly, "What's the fire near the river bank?"

Just then, a terrible cry sounded and many people ran towards us.

You crouched in your sedan chair and prayed repeatedly for the name of God.

The sedan-chair bearer trembled with fear and hid in the thorns.

I shouted to you, "Don't be afraid, Mom, I'm here."

Holding a long stick in their hands and their hair hanging freely, they got closer and closer.

I shouted, "Look out! You bad guys! One more step and you're dead. "

They let out another terrible cry and rushed forward.

You took my hand and said, "Good boy, for God's sake, avoid them."

I said, "Mom, look at me."

So I stabbed my horse and rushed over. My sword and shield collided with each other.

This battle is so fierce, mom, if you can see it from the sedan chair, it will definitely be a cold war.

Many of them escaped and many others were hacked to death.

I know you're sitting there alone, thinking that your child must be dead.

But I ran to you covered in blood and said, "Mom, the war is over now."

You came out of the sedan chair, kissed me, put your arm around your heart, and you said to yourself:

"I don't know what to do without my children to escort me."

A thousand boring things happen every day. Why can't such a thing happen by accident?

It's like a story in a book.

My brother will say, "Is it possible? I always thought he was so tender and weak! "

People in our village will be surprised and say, "Isn't this child lucky to be with his mother?"

see you again

Mom, I should go. I'm leaving.

When you stretch out your arms to hug the child sleeping in the bed in the silent dawn and in the dark, I will say, "child!" "

It's not there! "-mom, I have to go.

I want to become a breeze to touch you; I want to be a water wave. When you bathe, I kiss you again and again.

On a windy night, when raindrops are pattering in the leaves, when lightning lights up, you will hear me whisper in bed.

When the window flashed into your room, my laughter flashed in.

If you lie awake in bed and miss your children until late at night, I will sing to you from the starry sky: "sleep!" " Mom,

Go to sleep. "

I will sit in the wandering moonlight, sneak into your bed and lie on your chest while you are sleeping.

I want to become a dream, from the crack of your eyelids to the depths of your sleep. When you woke up, you were surprised.

When I looked at it, I flew away in the dark like a shining firefly.

When the children from the neighbors come to play in the house on Puye Festival, I will melt into the flute and spend the whole day with you.

My heart is shaking.

My dear aunt brought Puyeli (2) and asked, "Where are our children, sister?" Mom, you will.

Tell her softly: "He, he is now in my pupil, he is now in my body, in my soul."

Inches "

(1) Puja, which means "ritual of offering sacrifices to the gods", and the "Puye Festival" here refers to1October's "Indian Mother's Death Day".

Puyeli refers to gifts given to each other by relatives and friends during this festival.

call

When she left, it was dark at night and they all slept.

Now, the night is dark, and I call her: "Come back, my baby; The world is sleeping, when the stars

When staring at each other, no one will know when you come for a while. "

When she left, the trees were sprouting and spring had just arrived.

Now that the flowers are in full bloom, I call, "Come back, my baby. The children are playing casually and picking flowers together.

Get together and spread them out. If you come for a small flower, no one will notice. "

People who often play games are still playing there, and life is always so wasted.

I listened to their empty talk and shouted, "come back, my baby, my mother's heart is full of love." If you come,

Just a little kiss from her, no one will be jealous. "

The first jasmine flower

Oh, these jasmine flowers, these white jasmine flowers!

I seem to remember the first time I held these jasmine flowers and these white jasmine flowers in my hand.

I love the sunshine, the sky and the green earth.

I heard the river gurgling in the dark midnight;

The autumn sunset greeted me in Kaminooji's corner, just like the bride lifted her veil to greet her lover.

But I think of the white jasmine I first held in my hand when I was a child, and my heart is full of sweet memories.

I have had many happy days in my life. I was amused by those jokes on the night of the holiday party.

On a gloomy rainy morning, I sang many elegant poems.

I wear a drunken wreath woven by my lover as an evening dress around my neck.

But I think of the white jasmine I first held in my hand when I was a child, and my heart is full of sweet memories.

Banyan tree

Hey, you are standing under the fluffy banyan tree by the pool. Can you forget that child, as if it were built on your branch?

The bird's nest has left your bird-like child again?

Don't you remember how he sat at the window and looked at your tangled roots in surprise?

Women often go to the pool to draw a basin full of water, and your big shadow is swaying on the water like a sleeping man earned it.

It seems that I am about to wake up.

Sunshine dances on the microwave, like a small shuttle weaving a golden carpet.

Two ducks are beside the reed, swimming in the shadow of the reed, and the child sits there quietly thinking.

He wants to be the wind, blowing through your rustling branches; Want to be your shadow, grow up with the sun on the water; think

Be a bird and perch on your tallest branch; I also want to be those two ducks, swimming between reeds and shadows.

Zhu Fu

Bless this little soul, this white soul, who won the kiss of heaven for our land.

He likes sunshine, and he likes to look at his mother's face.

He didn't learn to hate dust and long for gold.

Hold him tightly in your heart and bless him.

He came to this land full of roads.

I don't know how he chose you from the crowd, came to your door, grabbed your hand and asked for directions.

He smiled, talked and followed you without doubt.

Don't betray his trust, guide him to the right path and bless him.

Put your hand on his head and pray that the waves below are sinister, but the wind above will swell.

Raise his sail and send him to a calm port.

Don't forget him when you are busy, let him come to your heart and bless him.

gift

I want to give you something, my child, because we are all drifting in the stream of the world.

Our lives will be separated and our love will be forgotten.

But I'm not that stupid. I hope I can buy your heart with my gift.

Your life is green and your road is long. You drank the love we brought you in one breath. Turn around.

Ran away without us.

You have your games and playmates. If you don't have time with us, if you can't think of us,

What are the disadvantages?

As for us, naturally, when we get old, we will have a lot of leisure time to calculate the past days and put us

What is permanently lost in my hands is caressed in my heart.

The river sang and ran away quickly, breaking through all the dams. But the mountain peak stayed there, remembering and relying on it.

According to love.

My song

My child, this song of mine will raise its music around you, just like the arm of love.

Sample.

This song of mine will touch your forehead like a blessing kiss.

When you are alone, it will sit beside you and whisper in your ear; When you are in a crowd

Wait, it will surround you and make you detached.

My song will be the wings of your dream, and it will take your heart to the other side of the unknown.

When the night covers your road, it will become a faithful starlight that illuminates your head.

My song will sit in your pupil again and bring your sight to the hearts of all things.

When my voice is silenced by death, my songs will still be sung in my lively heart.

Children's angel

They are noisy, they are suspicious and disappointed, and their argument is fruitless.

My child, let your life walk among them, like a calm and pure light, and make them happy and silent.

Their greed and jealousy are cruel; Their words are like hidden knives, bloodthirsty.

My children, go, go, stand in their resentful hearts and look at them with your kind eyes, as if that

At night, it was much calmer, covering up all the disturbances during the day.

My children, let them look at your face, so that they can know the meaning of everything; Make them love you, so

They can love each other.

Come, sit on the boundless chest, my child. When the morning sun comes out, open your heart and lift your heart like a flower.

Blooming flowers; When the sun sets, lower your head and silently complete the day's worship.