composition about childhood poems 1. composition about childhood is a poem
childhood is a poem
childhood poem is a beautiful poem, which has a cheerful rhythm and a distinct theme, and it seems that
all the beauty in the world is contained in it. This beautiful poem is unforgettable in people's memory, and another
click will make you fall into the whirlpool of the meeting and it is difficult to extricate yourself.
under the touch of the spring breeze, your impetuousness and troubles will be taken away immediately, leaving only a pure
mind. This pure heart can let you find those beautiful memories. In the spring
when a hundred flowers blossom, several children are chasing beautiful butterflies on the green grass, and their laughter mingles with the flowers and comes at you head-on along the breeze
. This is that you will mobilize your five senses to separate this information. Suddenly, the shadow of your childhood will crawl out of your mind. Childhood laughter is like echoing in your ears. The cheerful sweat
when playing as a child will turn into tears of infinite yearning. This is a complicated tear, which is a tear
water interwoven with various emotions! This is full of your infinite nostalgia for childhood! At this time, you will find out how beautiful your childhood is. How cheerful the poem
is!
Similarly, in summer and autumn, the poem of childhood is also performed in children's body
.
the most expressive thing is winter. In the open space, a layer of snow-white blanket is spread on it. This
seems to be a gift specially prepared by God for children. Groups of children are playing on the white carpet at will, and their laughter echoes in the empty field. They seem to cherish the hard-won gift from God! Yes, children are the most naive! At this time, adults are hiding in warm homes, cracking melon seeds, watching TV and
complaining about the weather. They are too dissatisfied. Only children are the most innocent, and only
dare to play in this cold! This poem about childhood is really infectious!
childhood, this simple, innocent and passionate poem; You deserve people's memory!
2. A childhood composition quoting a poem
"When I was young, I didn't know the moon, so I called it Bai Yupan. I also suspect that Yao Tai Jing is flying at the end of Qingyun Mountain. " Li Bai's A Journey to the Moon on Gulang always reminds me of my childhood.
Staring at the beautiful years as before, stepping on the way home, dreaming of the dreams entrusted by roses, looking forward to the blessings brought by years, daydreaming about the blueprint of future life, admiring the lively stage of the past, and thinking about the past 4, days and nights, I suddenly realized that the innocence and dreams of my childhood, with the boat of time, sailed quietly, drifted quietly, and left me with the wave-like ocean of life ...
when I was young, I only knew that there were beautiful things in the world, but I didn't know that there were ugly things. I only know that there is good, but I don't know that there is evil. I know too little and understand too little. In that innocent and ignorant childhood, I had to go forward and let my tender little hand playfully fiddle with the warm river and the soft sand.
I once fished for stars in a small river, believing that the brightest one must belong to me; I used to pick fruits from trees and enjoy the fruits of my labor with relish; I used to dance for my little achievements; I once dropped a sincere coin in the beggar's rice bowl ... Up to now, my ears are still ringing with the string of silvery laughter playing with my friends.
Until one day, everything I had was put into my schoolbag and crammed into the long journey to bid farewell to my childhood. Adults said that this was the beginning of growth. When I grow up, I no longer pester the river naughtily, nor leave happy footprints on the beach. I just sit quietly, listen to the sound of the river flowing quietly, let my songs drift away with the river, let my wings be inserted, and let my dreams fly.
remember, remember what you should remember-the sky that once belonged to me alone, the naive roads left on the clouds in the sky that day, innocent poems and happy laughter. Forget it, forget what you should forget-well-intentioned, malicious, a case of right and wrong, a trace of lingering.
I am eager to grow up quickly and let my dreams take me to broaden my horizons. Looking at the blue sky, dreaming of a bright future. Tomorrow, how will dreams make you mature and grow up? When the wind still blows, it can't blow away the lead of childhood; When the sea keeps beating, it can't wash away the traces of childhood. Suddenly looking up and looking back, I have left a string of long footprints on the grass. Looking into the distance, the footprints gradually faded and even disappeared, and I knew that when I walked a little further. There will be many footprints disappearing in my sight. My heart is throbbing. Isn't this just like life? The passage of time will drown out many past events, and many new things will appear. It has inspired me in life. Once I set foot on the journey of life, I should go well, and I don't have to look back on the past. The sun goes down, and there are starry skies all night. Without my childhood, I still have more pursuits!
3. A childhood composition quoting verses (there should be a childhood poem at the beginning)
"When I was young, I didn't know the moon, so I called it a white jade plate. I was suspicious of the mirror on the stage of Yao, flying at the end of Qingyun Mountain." Li Bai's "A Journey to the Moon on Gulang" always reminded me of my childhood. I stared at the beautiful years as before, pedaled on my way home, dreamt of the dreams entrusted by roses and looked forward to the blessings brought by the years. Admiring the lively stage in the past, thinking about the past 4, days and nights, I suddenly found that the innocence and dreams of childhood, sailing quietly and drifting quietly with the time of the boat, left me with the wave-like ocean of life ... The frolic, laughter, innocence and naivety in the past, as well as the lovely doll with beautiful big eyes that followed in the dream, have become precious title pages in my memory. When I was a child, I only know that there is good, but I don't know that there is evil. I know too little and understand too little. In that innocent and ignorant childhood, I had to go forward and let my tender little hand playfully fiddle with the warm river and the soft sand. I once fished for stars in the river, believing that the brightest one must belong to me; I used to pick fruits from trees and enjoy the fruits of my labor with relish; I used to dance for my little achievements; I once threw a sincere coin into a beggar's rice bowl ... Up to now, my ears are still ringing with a string of silvery laughter playing with my friends. Until one day, everything I have was put into my schoolbag and stuffed into the long road to bid farewell to my childhood. Adults said that this is the beginning of growth. When I grow up, I no longer pester the river playfully, nor leave happy footprints on the beach. I just sit quietly and listen to the sound of the river flowing quietly. Let your songs drift away with the river, let your wings fly, and let your dreams fly. Remember, remember what you should remember-the sky that once belonged to me, the childish roads left on the clouds in the sky that day, innocent poems, and a string of happy laughter. Forget it, forget what you should forget-whether it's good or bad, a case of right and wrong, a trace of lingering. When the wind still blows, it can't blow away the lead of childhood; When the sea keeps beating, it can't wash away the traces of childhood. When I suddenly look up and look back, I have left a string of long footprints on the grass. Looking into the distance, the footprints gradually fade away and even disappear. I know that when I walk a distance, many footprints will disappear in my field of vision. My heart is throbbing. Isn't this just like life? The passage of time will drown out many past events, and many new things will appear. It has inspired me in life. Once I set foot on the journey of life, I should go well, and I don't have to look back on the past. The sun has set, and there are stars all night. After losing my childhood, I still have more pursuits.
4. The compositions and poems about childhood are dubbed
"What is summer?
June came rushing around
He gasped and asked me
What is summer?
In summer, I put a stove on the earth. In summer, it is hot.
In summer, I charge the sun with electricity. In summer, it is long.
In summer, I dress trees in green.
In summer, I tell cicadas to install horns. In summer, it is noisy.
In summer, I soak melons and fruits with sugar. Summer is sweet.
. Summer is full
In summer, I hung the rainbow on the horizon, and the beautiful
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I am a red dragonfly (childlike)
I am a red dragonfly
I play with naughty children like me
. Playing at my feet
I'm a red dragonfly
I fall gently
without moving
My thin, transparent Philippine wings
scatter attractive light
I'm a red dragonfly
I see a child
moving quietly behind me
He is trembling with impending victory
Slowly.
When his fingers were
about to close
I flew!
With the same thrill of victory
On April 1st, 211, I sorted out
Catching Cicada (Childish Fun)
I swam around in the woods with sunshine and sweat
I listened with my ears sideways, and I opened my eyes
Hehe, I found a cicada
I. Bend your waist
I slowly lifted the bamboo pole
Damn bamboo pole
Why are you shaking so much
I feel like a drummer
Don't panic
I'm not trying to eat you
I'm trying to make you smell delicious-
I'll sing in my stomach
.
And this bad guy-
Fly away.
Why are you still peeing on my face?
Tomorrow (childlike interest)
A few friends and I-
With our hearts in our arms, we came to a pond full of reeds-
There were fireflies. In a flash
which mindless idiots
thought it was a companion's call
My blue glass bottle
Soon it was shining with stars
I put it on my pillow
I'm going to sleep with the stars tonight
Tomorrow, I'm going to tell my teachers and classmates
Last night, I made a beautiful starry sky
5. Write a poem about childhood
1.
Childhood is a fresh song
I use my tender hands
to compose the days into a series of notes
to jump between my fingers
Childhood, It is a pure blue painting
I use clear eyes
to paint the years as a pure blue river
flowing in my heart
childhood. It was
picked up in the paddy field
that bunch of ears of rice
shone golden in the long river of time
when time smeared the sad color on the time and space I walked through
when life filled my heart with tough hands
when I was a child, it sang softly in my silent heart
.
pearls are deposited
I wear them carefully in a silent night to form a
glittering necklace
to brighten my whole body and mind
2.
In the warm sunshine
Cuckoo is crying and laughing
Poplar's hands are shaking with the wind
Childlike singing
.
There are insects whispering in the birch forest
White dandelions are emitting beautiful flower caps
Happy partners
Running in the wind
The intoxicating time jumps like this
By the gurgling brook
There are fish frolicking
Oily water plants are swinging soft lines
Screaming loudly
.
6. Write a poem about my childhood
My dream house
Blue sky is wrapped in white clouds
Red flowers set off green grass
My house is elegant
In this warm environment
It is not necessarily a villa
Because it will scare away the partners in the forest
It is not necessarily a beautiful tile house < The ideal cabin
is in a big tree
There is a bird's nest in the house. There are many birds
I also have a small bedroom
This hut
is for people and animals. The same habitat
I stand at the door
Welcome my friends.
It is not necessarily comparable to Zhuge Lu
nor is it necessarily Ziyunting
My dream cabin
7. Poems about childhood
Poems about childhood are as follows:
Our Childhood
Our Childhood
. > never blow back
Our childhood
is like a bird
flying forward
never flying backwards
Our childhood
is like a boat
crashing forward
never flowing back
Our childhood
is like a kite
.
Childhood is a boat,
It is full of all the stories, sailing freely in the Wang Yang;
Childhood is a beautiful garden.
Everything he has experienced is like a blooming flower in the garden, colorful;
Childhood is an album
It records.