Small frog

I am a little frog,

I have a big mouth,

Two big eyes,

When I see a pest, I will eat it in one bite.

I am a little frog,

The front legs are short and the rear legs are long.

Live in the sky, climb on the water,

When I see a pest, I will eat it in one bite.

Frogs grow beans.

Clear water pond, the water is long, and mother frog comes to plant beans.

Plop, plop, jump into the water and plant black beans.

Black beans germinate and swim. It turned out to be a group of tadpoles.

The little frog is looking for his mother

Little frog, quack quack quack, crying for his mother.

Swallows coaxed, dragonflies persuaded, and whispered together:

Your mother, my mother, catches insects in the fields to protect crops,

Let's play together, mom of Dragon University.

summer

Summer has come, cicadas cry, and the red sun shines.

The leaves are lush, growing well, and there are many vegetables and fruits.

Lotus flowers are fragrant in the lake and frogs croak in the pond.

Small frog

Quack-quack, little frog,

Round eyes and big mouth.

Catch pests, be excellent,

Jump into the water to find mom.

frog

Little frog, quack quack;

Swimming in the water and crawling on the shore;

Eat pests and protect crops;

Everyone should protect it.

Ancient poems about frogs

Frog poem

Modern Mao Zedong

Sitting alone in the pond like a tiger,

Poplar cultivates spirit.

I won't say anything about spring,

Which bug dares to be silent?

make an appointment

Song Zhao Shi Xiu

It rains at home in Huangmei season.

Frogs are everywhere in the grass pond.

I can't make an appointment for midnight,

Knock the chess pieces at will and fall black and blue.

Xia Meng.

Tangjiaao

Jiangnan Tian,

Plant bamboo shoots like weaving.

Qi is a castle,

Frogs make orchestral music.

Ten frogs living in Ganxiang

flourish

Young Kwai Lun Mei was not proficient,

Only the sound of frogs.

You listen to the quiet night of the moon,

Willing to let go of nature and wind.

Xijiang moon

Song Xin qi Ji

The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches.

The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance.

In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year.

In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge.