"Ballad"-dedicated to my neighbor's sister. Can I still hold your hand when we grow up? Just like when I was a child, you held my hand and held a doll, and my little hand was covered with mud. Sister, I'm going to take you to pick the stars. We won't go to that place. I held your hand and ran and ran, just like when I was a child, we held hands and I stepped on flowers. Our hands were covered with mud, and the dolls were all lost-my sister was sitting.
with your head between your knees, you count the stars in the sky, and I count the wild flowers on the ground. My little hands can't hold the wild flowers spilled all over the floor. Sister, you said you were tired. You told me to sit down, too. Sister, you said the ground was full of stars and the sky was full of wild flowers. I looked at you: Sister, can I still hold your hand when we grow up? You laughed at your brother unexpectedly ... Your hands are covered with mud. 2. Create my own poem describing childhood
Childhood
Remember that I just stepped out of the door
A novel world came into view
What a beautiful voice
What a lovely butterfly
Remember that I just stepped into kindergarten
I couldn't put down the toys all over the place
What a new doll
What creative handiwork <
childhood!
why do you pass so fast?
ah!
childhood!
why did you leave me like this?
ah!
childhood!
You are a happy
memorable
close friend who has brought me countless knowledge and fun!