(George Gordon Byron, 1788–1824) So, we’ll go no more a-roving So late into the night,

Moonriver, wider than a mile, I’m crossing you in style, some day.

( Kate Greenaway,1846-1901) Jump–jump–jump– Jump away From this town into The next, to-day.

She’ll be coming round the mountain When she comes… Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream…

燕子去了，有再来的时候；杨柳枯了，有再青的时候；桃花谢了，有再开的时候。

我们屋后有半亩隙地。母亲说：“让它荒芜着怪可惜，既然你们那么爱吃花生，就辟来做花生园罢。”

晚风凉 炊烟散 夜色浓软四野稻香漫 瓜棚下 笑语不断 惹来月芽攀着屋檐看

Jack be nimble, Jack be quick,
And Jack jump over…

Miss Molly had a dolly who was sick, sick, sick
So…

Tom, Tom, the piper’s son,
Stole a pig and…