childhood
A playful splash,
Laughing a lot.
Footprints in the field,
Chase dragonflies.
When I was a child, the paper plane,
Take us,
Where did it fly?
I am wearing old clothes,
Don't want to take it off
You laughed at my dark face,
I laughed at your dirty clothes.
Modern Poetry about Childhood II: Ancient City
The dim ancient road is full of mottled ancient cities.
The afterglow of the sunset filled the gap in childhood.
How many years has the overgrown grassland been covered up?
Lonely branches and leaves cling to the old house on the corner
What is left is only the familiar remnants and strange smells.
How many memories have fallen leaves taken away?
Dreaming back to the old city adds a bit of melancholy.
Wandering in my hometown, looking for a little childhood.
The rest has been lost, and the lost may never have been owned.
Only the stone benches and the cold wind that will never get rid of are familiar.
The wind blew past the window, leaving a few dead leaves.
People go to the empty building, out of memory or memory?
"Old Qing, do you remember my hand that picked up the residual leaves?"
The old city is surrounded by dim roads, and the afterglow of the sunset invades the imprint of the years.
Lonely broken branches lean against the old house, leaving only remnants and old friends.
The creeping weeds gently covered the young people's heads, and the fallen leaves took away last year's troubles.
People go to the empty building, all the money is spent, and the empty account is full of romance.
Modern Poetry about Childhood III: Acacia
I thought I had a good time.
There will be no feelings and injuries in my heart.
Can enter the home.
Parthenocissus is still so crazy.
Like my lovesickness.
Cut one crop after another.
I thought I was enthusiastic about others.
I don't long for you.
You can sit in front of the screen
Acacia still leads me to your home.
Whether it is a deep blessing or a faint greeting.
Always let worry crawl through my heart.
Cann't escape
Acacia uses her soft arms
Give me a light hand
Let my actions
Strolling in the evening in Moro
Wandering in front of your house
Cann't escape
Acacia followed me closely.
I was chosen as her close friend.
Let my soul
Whispering in the lonely night
Friend, where did I miss you?
Modern poem 4 about childhood: always on the road
Flowers bloom and fall, and the tide rises and falls.
Man, what is life for?
To pursue my childhood dream.
still
Find the direction of life
Open your hazy eyes
This is just a dream.
The reality is so crazy
I can't find the direction of my dream.
Just because I don't have a pair of flying wings.
Just because I've been on the road.
Modern poem five about childhood: I want to see the sea
Want to see the sea?
Look at the blue sea,
Listen to the waves of the sea.
The happiness of childhood seems to be just around the corner.
Listen to the sound of seabirds,
Play with the waves.
Stepping on the waves,
Running freely by the sea.
The sea breeze messed up my hair,
The waves wet my clothes,
I'm like the daughter of the sea,
Free in the sea.
The waves dance with me,
Fish plays games with me.
Tired,
Pillows on the beach,
Look at the blue of the sea.
Sleepy,
Use the sea as a bed,
Listen to the story of the sea
Want to see the sea,
Watching the sea when I was a child.