小诗的小诗

刚整理好女儿的诗集，挑几首拿得出手的来现眼。


Working with your friend 

I know it is hard,
But I need to do it.

I wished I could take a break.
But I had to admit.

When we were friends we had fun.
Then we fought in heart-broken veins.

I worked at a different place.
But then came back face to face.

We together work hard,
with a smiling face.
Together we never go apart.

7岁，跟她的閨蜜Best Friend分分合合忒纠结，沒少流眼淚，我们劝她说既然Kim那么不懂得珍惜你，就别跟她玩了。但是她舍不得，等人家一回来找她，又乖乖地成人家的Best Friend了，看来以后她的爱情路也坎坷得很哪。

Books

I like to read books.
I don’t care how it looks.

It might be flat,
It might be fat.

It might take me somewhere,
That I am not prepared.

I like to read stories,
All waiting for me.

I like to read stories about cats,
And magazines about mats.

I hope you learn how to read.
It’s easy like planting a seed.

7岁，喜欢看书了。实话，我们真的没逼她，就是三四岁的时候每天晚上跟她读一本故事书而已，但是我发现了一个小秘诀，那时候为应付差事，读得挺不起劲的，声调低沉，频率单调，为的是让她早早闭眼睡觉，或者不耐烦了把俺撤职。可能这样倒逼她早早学会自己看书，不用再受老爸的折磨。

You and I see

Once you saw a rose grow,
It was high now low.

Didn’t notice a birdie could fly
now it’s in the blue sky.

I saw a snake go,
Watched a duck get low.

You weren’t seeing
That I was being.

Know that God’s glory is here.
There is nothing to fear.

You and I have memories,
That don’t fade easily.

8岁，明白凡事都在运动中变化的道理了。唯一不变的，是印在自己脑海里的记忆。

Dreams 

When there is a nightmare,
You wake up and stare.

Can’t go back sleep,
But to count sheep.

Still can’t go back,
Get up and pack.

You fall awake,
A necklace to make.

Can’t go at your pace?
Have a little race.

SNAP! It is lightning.
Out is pouring.

Still can’t sleep?
Go on, count sheep.

8岁，漫漫无眠长夜懂得自己做手工数绵羊，雷电交加也不用再找爸妈抱抱睡觉了，我们从很小的时候就把孩子分到她自己的房间睡觉，如今看来真是明智之举。

Feeling

Sometimes I feel,
Like iron steel,

Sometimes I feel 
Like banana peel.

Steel is for strong,
Peel is for thrown along.

Feel like championship,
Feel like no friendship.

Everyone can feel
But not like a banana peel

9岁，惭愧，我到初中才知道啥叫自卑，女儿八岁那年就Crash上了一个男孩，每天就照镜子从自己脸上找毛病，过了半年，相思病好了，问她怎么不听她念叨Daniel了，她说：eel!!! boys are nasty!

Summer Nights 

Days are bright,
and nights are long.
But everything still ----
composing a song,

Use all their might
to pursue a note.
Birds and people,Cricket and moles.

But in a distance,I’ll be listening in a boat,
On a peaceful river,
eyes closed…

Letting notes float,
around and around,
wherever the river goes.

9岁，仲夏夜之歌，开始发挥想象了，小小年纪就有遁世之兆。叨她的光，贴一首她老爸同期旧作，

十八月色九分光，疏影东篱有异香。

伫步虫鸣交响乐，随风叶落谱华章。

感秋霜鬓搔知短，迴梦歧途跑见长。

顿悟樽前非过客，心安乐处是家乡。

啥叫心有灵犀呢？啥叫不是一家人不进一家门？呵呵。


I wish for a day

I wish for a day,
that will forever stay.
a day that is glad,
a day not at all sad.

I hope for a day,
that will always stay.
a day with true dreams,
a day with real meanings.

I will make this day appear,
that will never disappear.
a day with juicy, fruit, food,
a day that will give fresh mood.

I wish for that day
that I can thrive,
I am waiting…
for this day to arrive.

10岁，会用排比句了，诗艺又进一步



A Day Visit

The Sunny rays show.
The soft breezes blow.

The clouds move left to right.
The green leaves take flight.

The sky is light blue.
And the water is gleaming too.

All this I can see,
and feel it around me.

But all this I cannot take,
for it belongs to the lake.


10岁，今年九月中秋平湖秋钓的时候写的，知道环保，美国小学教育还是很成功的。东马神山（Mt. Kinabalu)上有标语曰：”take nothing but pictures, leave nothing but footprints"， 适合所有国人自勉。又叨光贴一首她老爸同期之作：

《临江仙》-中秋前夕游蓝妮儿湖

闲渡浮生酣睡晏，喜窥树影犹东。忽发奇想钓秋风，忙翻贤内助，乐煞小顽童。

车过商城肩碰踵，平湖偏少游踪。轻竿一甩箭离弓，并肩壁上坐，心印与天融。