In the Name of Poetry

An introduction to Xiaohe Poetry Society:

 

Xiaohe Poetry Society was founded in May 2021, mainly composed of students from Huangshantou Town Central Primary School in Anxiang County, Hunan Province. Teacher Liu Xingli, the founder, found that children writing poems is conducive to teaching students in accordance with their aptitude, implementing quality-oriented education, and promoting talent education. Since its establishment, the poetry society has had a great social impact. Students’ works have been published in major media, and some students have won prizes in domestic children’s poetry competitions, which have received enthusiastic attention and strong support from people from all walks of life. Xiaohe Poetry Society implements military management to develop intelligence and temper will, hoping that children will practice their skills hard and serve the motherland in the future.

 

1. Jasmine

By Liu Ranjun (Xiaohe Poetry Society, 11 years old)

 

Jasmine is fragrant,
Jasmine is pale yellow.
Jasmine is beautiful,
Jasmine is gentle.

 

2. Barnyard Grass
By Liu Jinyi (Xiaohe Poetry Society, 7 years old)

 

Tiny leaves
Grow plum blossoms
I sit inside the leaves

 

3. Time
By Liu Tianyu (Xiaohe Poetry Society, 11 years old)

 

Time is like flowing water—
Sometimes fast, sometimes slow.
Fast, it passes in a year or two;
Slow, it lingers for a day or two.

 

4. If You Want to Write a Letter
By Lei Yuhan (Xiaohe Poetry Society, 10 years old)

 

If you want to write a letter,
You can’t just write a letter.
You must write the true feelings flowing in life.

 

If you want to write to your family,
You can’t just write about family.
You must write every little bit of life.

 

If you want to write a letter to your teacher,
You can’t just write about the teacher.
You must write the toil and efforts the teacher has given.

 

5. Imagination
By Pan Zhibo (Xiaohe Poetry Society, 8 years old)

 

Our imagination
Is boundless.
Wounds cannot be mended,
Elements cannot be seen—
Only imagination
Can create us
Like flowers.

 

6. A Fleeting Vision
By Hu Yule (Xiaohe Poetry Society, 11 years old)

 

Cicadas sing; under the moon, I lie on a bamboo hook.
Birds’ songs should be from the flower-laden branches.
Perhaps before or after the sunset,
Youth is in its prime, yet we talk of sorrow.

 

It is precisely pure and unblemished,
A flower’s bloom—gone in a flash, leaving no trace.
It is exactly like green water flowing east,
A dream of millet—starting all over again.

 

“Little lotus just shows its pointed corners, and dragonflies have already stood on them.”

 

Translated by ANC Studio.