In the warm sunshine
The cuckoo is laughing.
Yang Qian's hand trembled in the wind.
Childish songs
Wandering in the running water
Happy years just flow by.
In the green birch forest
With the whisper of insects
White dandelions give off beautiful flower caps.
A happy companion
Running in the wind
The intoxicating time jumps like this.
By the gurgling stream.
Accompanied by the frolicking of fish
Oily aquatic plants sway with soft and lovely lines.
give a loud scream
The trouble of cutting through the sky
The happiness of childhood has gone away silently.
2. Make up a poem about your childhood and dream back to childhood.
Eyes full of night stars, hands full of white mud, mouth full of flat peach flavor. White light, shining faintly in the sky. No dreams tonight. Childhood flows slowly between the eyebrows.
The wind is natural. The water level rises. Bloom. Flowers fall.
When I turned around, the eaves of my hometown were covered with moss. A group of little guys grew up before they knew it.
Dream back to childhood. When I was a child, the distant mountains were generally silent, and only two yellow leaves were attached to my eyes, which was cool and refreshing. ..
Dream childhood
I once asked smart stars,
I once asked the kind moon.
How long is the road to dreams?
I once asked the affectionate earth,
I once asked the warm sun.
How long is the road to dreams?
Childhood is a new green leaf,
Childhood is a budding bud,
Childhood is a blue sky,
Childhood is full of beautiful dreams.
I once asked smart stars,
I once asked the kind moon;
How long is the road to dreams?
I once asked the affectionate earth,
I once asked the warm sun.
How long is the road to dreams?
Childhood is a new green leaf,
Childhood is a budding bud,
Childhood is a blue sky,
Childhood is full of beautiful dreams.
I once asked smart stars,
I once asked the kind moon;
How long is the road to dreams?
I once asked the affectionate earth,
I once asked the warm sun.
How long is the road to dreams?
I once asked smart stars,
I once asked the kind moon.
How long is the road to dreams?
I once asked the affectionate earth,
I once asked the warm sun.
How long is the road to dreams?
Childhood is a new green leaf,
Childhood is a budding bud,
Childhood is a blue sky,
Childhood is full of beautiful dreams.
I once asked smart stars,
I once asked the kind moon;
How long is the road to dreams?
I once asked the affectionate earth,
I once asked the warm sun.
How long is the road to dreams?
Childhood is a new green leaf,
Childhood is a budding bud,
Childhood is a blue sky,
Childhood is full of beautiful dreams.
I once asked smart stars,
I once asked the kind moon;
How long is the road to dreams?
I once asked the affectionate earth,
I once asked the warm sun.
How long is the road to dreams?
Late rain and light smoke, dreamy vision, intermittent vision
People who are confused are also confused, and the stars in the sky shine.
Surrounded by mountains and waters, the beautiful scenery is vivid, and the old things are in front of us.
The outline of childhood image is presented one by one.
Long years, the years are ruthless and silent.
This is also the youth that Rush and the spring breeze sent away in the past.
Fate changes, confidence is endless, as before.
Innocent, innocent and cheerful.
Laugh in the sky, fly like a bird, sunset red.
Wandering around looking for flowers floating in the wind
Call mom a coquette and accompany me every night.
The charm of vague psychedelic is light.
Laugh in the sky, fly like a bird, sunset red.
The outline of childhood image is presented one by one.
A piece of true feelings, beautiful artistic conception, lucky girl.
No sadness, no hatred, no resentment, innocence and happiness.
Inch by inch, Chunhui misses her mother and silently sends her love.
When can I return to my arms again?
When I was a child, I met you in your hometown before dawn.
You and I will always have the same idea.
When can I see you again in your hometown before dawn?
I will also think of you here every night and every morning.
When I was a child, you and I went to the buildings in pairs.
Do you want me to pick some flowers for you and put them on your lapel?
When can I walk down the street with you again?
Every time I see wild flowers, I think of you.
When I was a child, I climbed the moon with you.
You said you wanted me to hang my heart in the sky.
When can I fight you again and fly to the moon and stars?
Every time I see the stars, I think of you.
When I was young, I carved my heart into a flower tree with you.
You said two spoony people would keep watching.
When can I walk with you to Huashu again?
Let's see if these two hearts will face each other forever.
* * * You were childhood friends, but you never change your mind.
How many happy hours I spent with you, just friends.
* * * You meet every day and stay together forever.
It is not easy to have fun with you every day.
Innocent love for in my heart forever.
Help each other in distress and difficulties
I haven't forgotten my childhood.
May you all stay the same and always encourage each other.
3. Make up a poem about childhood, rhyme, thank you for your childhood, a beautiful and indescribable word.
What it is, no one can tell. Perhaps, it is a seed buried deep underground, waiting for sunshine and irrigation.
Perhaps, it is a blank sheet of paper, waiting for graffiti and writing. Perhaps, it is a bunch of lilies inserted in a bottle, waiting for blooming and fragrance.
Maybe ... maybe ... childhood is so diverse and beautiful. Childhood is waiting for us, waiting for more careful irrigation, waiting for more beautiful colors and more fragrant fragrance.
Childhood is waiting for us, and our childhood becomes more beautiful in an instant ... In the warm sunshine of childhood, cuckoo cries and laughs, poplar hands tremble with the wind, and childish songs wander in the running water. In this way, happy years are flowing in the green birch forest, insects are whispering, white dandelions are emitting beautiful flower caps, partners gathered in the wind are running intoxicating, jumping in the gurgling stream, fish are frolicking, and greasy weeds are swaying. Screaming loudly with gentle and lovely lines, the troubles that cut through the sky, the joy of childhood quietly go away, we hold up the raindrops of childhood with our hearts, and we keep the wind of childhood with our hands. We hope our childhood can last forever in the fields of spring.
The pure white clouds are our happy past, the abundance of the lake is our true feelings, and the dew-like laughter is stirring in the air. Envy us? White clouds and blue sky.
Jealous of us? Childhood is a beautiful and indescribable word.
What it is, no one can tell. Perhaps, it is a seed buried deep in the ground, waiting for sunshine and irrigation.
Perhaps, it is a blank sheet of paper, waiting for graffiti and writing. Perhaps, it is a bunch of lilies inserted in a bottle, waiting for blooming and fragrance.
Maybe ... maybe ... childhood is so diverse and beautiful. Childhood is waiting for us, waiting for more careful irrigation, waiting for more beautiful colors and more fragrant fragrance.
Childhood is waiting for us, and our childhood becomes more beautiful in an instant ... In the warm sunshine of childhood, cuckoo cries and laughs, poplar hands tremble with the wind, and childish songs wander in the running water. In this way, happy years are flowing in the green birch forest, insects are whispering, white dandelions are emitting beautiful flower caps, partners gathered in the wind are running intoxicating, jumping in the gurgling stream, fish are frolicking, and greasy weeds are swaying. Screaming loudly with gentle and lovely lines, the troubles that cut through the sky, the joy of childhood quietly go away, we hold up the raindrops of childhood with our hearts, and we keep the wind of childhood with our hands. We hope our childhood can last forever in the fields of spring.
The pure white clouds are our happy past, the abundance of the lake is our true feelings, and the dew-like laughter is stirring in the air. Envy us? White clouds and blue sky.
Jealous of us? Breeze and raindrops. We were deeply moved by the glory of this childhood.
A wonderful childhood. A wonderful childhood. I read your shadow in my childhood dreams, and my childhood poems and songs echoed in my heart. The sunshine is tender and innocent, and a candy can be happy for a long time. Have you ever thought about the years when you looked at the blue sky outside the window when you were a child, and you and I used to play among the flowers and green leaves? I can't see my childhood clearly when I grow up. Cuckoo crows in the warm sunshine, poplar hands tremble with the wind, and childish songs wander in the running water. In this way, there are insects whispering in the flowing green birch forest, white dandelions emitting beautiful flower caps, and the gathering partners running in the wind are intoxicating. In this way, there are fish playing by the gurgling stream, oily aquatic plants swinging soft and lovely lines and screaming through the sky.
4. Poetry about childhood (self-edited) (self-edited) "Struggle (childlike interest)"
The enthusiasm of summer infected us
Our blood is boiling, too, rubbing our hands.
We formed a commando team-
We blew the horn and searched the battlefield.
We are very happy.
Sing a winning song
In the forest, we fought a beautiful battle.
Palm-sized hive
Always hanging on our pike (bamboo pole)
We're safe.
We were carried away by victory.
We must compete with strong enemies.
We ran away in panic, leaving our swords and guns behind.
We were defeated under the eaves of our neighbors.
In the sunflower fortress
Hundreds of enemies put arrows behind their backs.
Me and two pioneers
Wounded by an arrow.
Catching cicadas (childlike interest)
I'm sweating in the sun.
Wandering in the Woods
I listened with my ears sideways and looked with my eyes wide open.
Hehe, I found a cicada.
I patted my feet and bent down.
I slowly lifted the bamboo pole.
Damn bamboo pole
Why are you shaking?
It makes my heart thump.
Singer, don't panic.
I don't want to eat you.
I want you to smell good-
Singing in my belly.
I threw the bamboo pole to the ground.
I'm still mumbling-
If you don't tremble
I won't be happy for nothing.
This bad guy-
Just fly?
Why did you pee on my face?
Tomorrow (children's interest)
Me and some friends-
Hanging a heart.
Come to a pond full of reeds-
There are fireflies flying and burning.
We turn on the flashlight.
twinkling
What brainless idiot?
Thought it was a companion's call
My blue glass bottle
Soon it will shine with stars.
I put the bottle on the pillow.
I want to sleep with starlight tonight.
Tomorrow, I will tell my teachers and classmates.
Last night, I made a beautiful starry sky.
Fishing (children's interest)
This fish has been kept for a long time.
The fisherman slept soundly on the water.
What happened to the fish today?
Don't they carry schoolbags, too?
Are they in school, too?
I just hope they send the child away early.
Just like when I was at school
Looking forward to going to school early.
The fishing line is also boring.
It awakened the fish.
I also held my breath.
Open my little eyes.
I heard my heart pounding.
Catch a small fish
I am happy and in full bloom.
Fish classmates don't like me?
Run out of school
You have to keep your mouth busy.
I am a warm-hearted person.
I will give them what they want.
5. Write a poem about my childhood, my dream house.
The blue sky is wrapped in white clouds.
Red flowers set off green grass
My house is very elegant
In this warm environment.
Not necessarily a villa.
Because it will scare away the partners in the forest.
Not necessarily a beautiful tile house.
Standing on the lawn
My dream cabin
In a big tree
There is a bird's nest in the house, and there are many birds in it.
I also have a small bedroom.
This cabin
It is a habitat shared by humans and animals.
I stood at the door.
Welcome friends to come.
Not necessarily comparable to Zhuge Lu.
Not necessarily Ziyunge.
My dream house
6. Who can write a poem about childhood? Childhood is like a colorful dream. When you wake up, it is still so clear and memorable.
Childhood is like a colorful pearl, connected with endless joy and immature dreams. Childhood is like a bird singing loudly, flying high with infinite hope.
Ah, childhood, childhood, you are like running water, rolling forward in the blink of an eye. Ah, childhood, childhood, you are like a fine horse, flying thousands of miles in the blink of an eye.
Childhood songs, childhood smiles, childhood ideals and childhood joys are all printed on the canopy of childhood. Childhood (Poetry) In the warm sunshine, cuckoo twitters and laughs, poplar hands tremble with the wind, and childish songs wander in the running water. In this way, happy years are flowing in the green birch forest, insects are whispering, white dandelions are emitting beautiful flower caps, and partners gathered in the wind are running intoxicating. In this way, there are fish playing by the gurgling stream, greasy grass swinging soft and lovely lines and screaming through the sky, and the joy of childhood is so silent.
We hope our childhood can last forever in the fields of spring. The pure white clouds are our happy past, the abundance of the lake is our true feelings, and the dew-like laughter is stirring in the air.
Envy us? White clouds and blue sky. Jealous of us? Breeze and raindrops.
We were deeply moved by the glory of this childhood. A wonderful childhood. A wonderful childhood.
I read your shadow in my poetry dream in 2008, and my childhood poems echoed in my heart. The sunshine is tender and innocent, and a candy can make me happy for a long time. Have you ever thought that you and I looked at the blue sky outside the window when we were children, and you and I used to play among the flowers and green leaves, but when we grow up, we can't see the childhood years (poems) clearly? In the warm sunshine, cuckoo is laughing and crying, poplar hands are shaking with the wind, and childish songs are wandering in the running water. Happy years are so green. There are insects whispering in the birch forest, white dandelions emit beautiful flower caps, and partners gathered in the wind are running intoxicating times. There are fish playing by the gurgling stream, and greasy grass swinging soft and lovely lines and screaming loudly across the sky. The joy of childhood has gone silently, and we hold the raindrops of childhood together with our heart. Together, we use our hands to keep the wind of childhood. We hope our childhood can last forever in the fields of spring.
The pure white clouds are our happy past, the abundance of the lake is our true feelings, and the dew-like laughter is stirring in the air. Envy us? White clouds and blue sky.
Jealous of us? Breeze and raindrops. We were deeply moved by the glory of this childhood.
A wonderful childhood. A wonderful childhood. I read your shadow in my poetry dream in 2008, and my childhood poems echoed in my heart. The sunshine is tender and innocent, and a candy can make me happy for a long time. Have you ever thought about the time when you looked at the blue sky outside the window when you were young, and you and I played in the flowers and green leaves? I can't see my childhood when I grow up = = = = = = = = = = = = Cuckoo chirps in the warm sunshine. Wandering in the water, the happy years are like this. There are insects whispering in the green birch forest. White dandelions give off beautiful flowers. The gathering partners are running in the wind, and the intoxicating time is like this. There are fish playing by the gurgling stream, and the oily aquatic plants are swinging soft and lovely lines, screaming loudly and piercing the sky. The happiness of childhood is like this.
7. Who can write a poem about childhood? Childhood is like a colorful dream. When you wake up, it is still so clear and memorable.
Childhood is like a colorful pearl, connected with endless joy and immature dreams. Childhood is like a bird singing loudly, flying high with infinite hope.
Ah, childhood, childhood, you are like running water, rolling forward in the blink of an eye. Ah, childhood, childhood, you are like a fine horse, flying thousands of miles in the blink of an eye.
Childhood songs, childhood smiles, childhood ideals and childhood joys are all printed on the canopy of childhood. Childhood (Poetry) In the warm sunshine, cuckoo twitters and laughs, poplar hands tremble with the wind, and childish songs wander in the running water. In this way, happy years are flowing in the green birch forest, insects are whispering, white dandelions are emitting beautiful flower caps, and partners gathered in the wind are running intoxicating. In this way, there are fish playing by the gurgling stream, greasy grass swinging soft and lovely lines and screaming through the sky, and the joy of childhood is so silent.
We hope our childhood can last forever in the fields of spring. The pure white clouds are our happy past, the abundance of the lake is our true feelings, and the dew-like laughter is stirring in the air.
Envy us? White clouds and blue sky. Jealous of us? Breeze and raindrops.
We were deeply moved by the glory of this childhood. A wonderful childhood. A wonderful childhood.
I read your shadow in my poetry dream in 2008, and my childhood poems echoed in my heart. The sunshine is tender and innocent, and a candy can make me happy for a long time. Have you ever thought that you and I looked at the blue sky outside the window when we were children, and you and I used to play among the flowers and green leaves, but when we grow up, we can't see the childhood years (poems) clearly? In the warm sunshine, cuckoo is laughing and crying, poplar hands are shaking with the wind, and childish songs are wandering in the running water. Happy years are so green. There are insects whispering in the birch forest, white dandelions emit beautiful flower caps, and partners gathered in the wind are running intoxicating times. There are fish playing by the gurgling stream, and greasy grass swinging soft and lovely lines and screaming loudly across the sky. The joy of childhood has gone silently, and we hold the raindrops of childhood together with our heart. Together, we use our hands to keep the wind of childhood. We hope our childhood can last forever in the fields of spring.
The pure white clouds are our happy past, the abundance of the lake is our true feelings, and the dew-like laughter is stirring in the air. Envy us? White clouds and blue sky.
Jealous of us? Breeze and raindrops. We were deeply moved by the glory of this childhood.
A wonderful childhood. A wonderful childhood. I read your shadow in my poetry dream in 2008, and my childhood poems echoed in my heart. The sunshine is tender and innocent, and a candy can make me happy for a long time. Have you ever thought about the time when you looked at the blue sky outside the window when you were young, and you and I played in the flowers and green leaves? I can't see my childhood when I grow up = = = = = = = = = = = = Cuckoo chirps in the warm sunshine. Wandering in the water, the happy years are like this. There are insects whispering in the green birch forest. White dandelions give off beautiful flowers. The gathering partners are running in the wind, and the intoxicating time is like this. There are fish playing by the gurgling stream, and the oily aquatic plants are swinging soft and lovely lines, screaming loudly and piercing the sky. The happiness of childhood is like this.