Eraser erases handwriting.
therefore
Childhood will not be washed away by time.
When I was a toddler
Feel relaxed
freedom
at that time
Childhood is a delicious lollipop.
Step into the gate of primary school
study hard
make progress every day
at that time
Childhood is an engine.
I'm graduating soon.
Miss my childhood.
Sing joys and sorrows
at that time
Childhood is a memoir.
at present
I see
childhood
Will be washed away by time.
Memories of childhood Modern Poems 2 Open the title page of life and count it page by page. ...
Just crawled out of infancy.
Standing trembling, stumbling through the first step of life.
The world is so big in the eyes.
Ha! Big enough to hold me.
There are so many beloved toys.
Hum! Sometimes it is very small.
Except me
And the cloth tiger who sleeps every day.
Also, there are young parents.
Open the floodgate of memory and click on the childhood cabin. ...
Since I entered the classroom, that thing called knowledge has been filled with schoolbags little by little.
It's called poetry when you shake your head and sing.
Counting by snapping your fingers is called arithmetic.
Under the guidance of the teacher, distinguish beauty and ugliness from right and wrong.
On the desk next to Jianghan boundary in Chu, there sat a little witch with a bow.
Kites are still flying in the sky. ...
The ground is full of flowers like mother's smiling face, and my father always says that it is the soil of my hometown.
The friends in the pond are playing, and little ass is walking naked.
Why am I still crying in the forest? Maybe I can't find my way home.
In spring, the fragrance of Sophora japonica comes to the nose.
Cicada grows naughty wings in summer.
The moon cakes in Mid-Autumn Festival are round and the moon is drum.
In fairy tales, the beautiful Snow White is piled up in the snow.
Can't tell the boundaries of childhood ...
I only see that my mother's hair is no longer a soft black waterfall.
Dad's face is covered with skin wrinkled by years.
Naive, I am at a loss.
You secretly wrote your deskmate in your diary. Why did you inexplicably add loneliness?
The dream flies and grows into a teenager for a long time.
Now, standing at the crossroads of life
Gradually realize
Life is a book that is too hasty.
-Looking back on that golden childhood
-read and read again.
On the wooden table in the old house.
Dim kerosene lamp
Mother sat at the wooden table.
Teach us three brothers by hand
read aloud
Strange fonts in the book
Father is in front of an old radio
Listen to those old stories.
He doesn't know what we read aloud.
His spare time is spent.
The hookah in your hand
The clear water of Triffault River flows through it.
The endless rice fields in front of the door
Golden ears of rice put on their coats.
We three brothers are all naked.
Dive into the water to hide and seek.
From dawn to dark.
The village was silent at night.
We climbed the mountain.
A hut on the top of the mountain.
Written at the foot of the moon
The innocent secret of a child
I think of that precious time
Ignore a long night
Those annoying things after waking up
Ignore the rain and calm down.
What happened when we grew up.
Frogs outside the door at night.
Like fireflies
Hide naive dreams in your heart.
What we looked like when we were kids.
Turn into an ancient portrait
Stay in the fuzzy mirror
Recalling childhood modern poetry 4 in childhood memory
The one with hometown.
I don't know.
How old is this old house?
Always squatting
warm
Taiyangdili
That's out of date
The appearance of
And often appear in
In my dream.
In my childhood memory.
On the roof of my house.
That?
Just hatched.
Can't fly yet
Little swallow
Carelessness/carelessness/carelessness
Lying on the ground
It's me again.
carefully
enumerate sb's merits
And send it back to the nest
In the memory of childhood
There are me and those in the village.
Little friends
Go to the village head together.
Touch the fish in the river.
I always put
What did we catch?
The smallest ones.
Sneaking around again
Put it back in the water.
In the memory of childhood
What about the one next door?
My age.
girl
Her big eyes
round face
Long braid
And that pouting mouth
but I
The way you lose your temper.
deeply
Hidden in my dream ...
Memories of childhood Modern Poetry 5 follows the rhythm of Children's Day.
Think of my childhood friends.
Childhood friends are in sight.
Memorized songs are ringing in my ears.
The silent years are drifting away.
Innocence in my heart is like yesterday.
Childhood is my song during the day.
Childhood is my dream at night.
Childhood, only laughter, no sadness.
Childhood is a poem full of endless memories.
Childhood is gone, and memories are beautiful.
Childhood, leaving you for a long time.
I really want to invite you to accompany me.
Revisit familiar places
Then fly a kite.
The test rate is very high.
Fantasize about growing a pair of wings
be overwhelmingly ambitious
In that forest
I am naive to you.
Blow the willow flute to talk about green
Listen to the birds in the forest.
Looking forward to the infinite reverie of childhood.
A plane made of paper.
Come and fly with me.
Handmade windmill
Go to school to participate in the competition.
That long rubber band.
This is my favorite.
You have a pair of alert eyes.
Look at the way you hide and seek.
Crystal eyes
A thick childlike smile
I'm afraid the sample of fairy tales
Even if you break through the castle peak
It's hard to find it again
Life will not go backwards.
Childhood is also with yesterday.
memory
My love for childhood has grown.
Mention my heartbeat and flowers.
Let the laughter of childhood
With a green dream
On the way forward in life
Sow innocence and beauty
Memories of Childhood Modern Poetry 6 When I grow up,
Please think back to that year,
That's right. What are we like?
We were naive at that time.
Never seen the hypocrisy of the world.
Look at the beauty of this world,
The yard at that time,
It records our good memories.
But what do we do now,
Is it broken?
We were strong then.
In the face of setbacks in the world, we must be firm.
Face joys and sorrows
At that time, it was the base that carried our dreams.
Are you still waiting for us to come back?
It is still blowing in the wind.
We were having fun at that time.
Smile face to face with friends.
I only know that this is all we have. ...
Do you still have the handbook that records our friendship?
Wait for us to open it together and look at us.
Or is it slowly disappearing because of the breakdown of friendship?
We were honest.
Don't be a hypocrite of the world.
Try to be an honest boy in our hearts.
But now that diary records our honesty.
Where have you been?
Because we're starting to change.
Left? .....
Do we still remember the beauty of childhood?
Are you and your friends still opening your manual?
Do you still remember the base that carries our beautiful dreams?
Do you remember your beautiful vows at that time?
Are you still in front of your honest baby?
Do you remember recording your innocent yard?
Even if there are more setbacks, more temptations and more hypocrisy in the world.
Please keep your innocence, your beauty, your dreams, your dreams!