Childhood Poems 1 Dreams in the Distance
How high is the blue sky?
How long is this river?
I used to think quietly.
I also deeply yearned for it.
Flowers fade and bloom again.
The dark clouds are coming again
Only sigh time
Walk too fast
remote
Your broad mind
Are you waiting for me to come gently?
Thousands of miles away
I won't be too far away
It's just a bumpy road.
I always fall down.
Don't worry.
Please be patient.
Wait until the peach blossoms open.
I will give you a surprise.
Childhood poem 2 "Flying Dreams"
Fly your dreams and stick to them.
No matter how long the road is
Fly your dreams and be passionate.
I believe you can realize your dream.
Flying dreams makes you sad.
A firm belief will surely make you brilliant.
I want to tell the world.
Give yourself a hope.
Hope will become an infinite power.
I want to tell the world.
Even if there is a storm.
Can't stop my wings from flying
I want to tell the world.
As long as you persevere
Even if I get hurt, I will cry.
But I will never give up.
Childhood Poetry 3 Childhood
spring
Waiting eagerly.
Late spring has finally arrived.
Anxiously take off the heavy cotton-padded clothes.
I'm going to the hill behind the house
Because I know
Flowers will bloom in the warm sunshine.
Take a long-necked glass bottle
Crowded with a handful of colorful flowers
The joy at that time was to let spring bloom in my home.
-Summer
Long time heating
I can't stop running all over the mountain.
Sweat dripped into mom's basket.
Full of joy that I can't stop.
There seems to be endless fruit.
Pick from your own garden.
delicious
And, and ... ...
Mom is in my long hair.
Don't put gardenias on it.
The whole summer of childhood is fragrant.
autumn
Golden fields
Through the efforts of parents for half a year
At this time, it became a harvest resort.
I am busy improving my trap.
Dragonflies, butterflies
Grab and let go.
In the warm sunset
A string of laughter disappeared in the wind.
The calm wind is full of wind.
I never get tired of it.
winter
don't know why
It seldom snowed when I was a child.
It snows occasionally.
It will also be accompanied by rain.
So I caught the snowflake with a glass jar.
I only saw them melt in an instant.
My greatest wish is
Build a laughing snowman in the yard.
Then I must be
Smiling at my work.
Breathe into your red hand.
Time flies in such a hurry.
Those joys that belong to childhood.
I can only recall.
Now I see flowers, fruits and dragonflies.
No urgency, no hope, no joy.
Last winter
I finally made a big snowman by myself.
However, the corners of the mouth rise.
be full of grievances
Childhood poem 4 "Our Childhood"
Our childhood
Like a breeze
Sasha vujacic galloped forward.
How can I not blow back?
Our childhood
Easily
Flap your wings and fly forward.
How can I not fly backwards?
Our childhood
Like a boat.
Go ahead with a clang.
There is no backflow.
Our childhood
Like a kite.
Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
How can you not float back?
Childhood poem 5 "What is childhood"
Childhood is an endless ocean,
What happened to him is like waves in the sea, and the happy melody fluctuates like waves;
Childhood is a ship,
It is full of all the stories and sails freely in the Wang Yang;
Childhood is a beautiful garden,
Everything he experienced was like a blooming flower in the garden, colorful;
Childhood is a photo album
It recorded every wonderful moment and left beautiful memories;
Childhood is a book,
Everything he experienced was recorded and merged into a touching story;
Childhood is a kite.
It flies in the blue sky with childhood dreams;
Childhood is a pencil.
What it has experienced, even if you use an eraser, will still leave a mark.
Childhood poem 6 "Fishing" (childlike)
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.
Childhood poem 7 "Catching Cicada (Childish Fun)"
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?
Childhood poem 8 "Tomorrow" (innocence)
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.
Childhood poems and songs 9 childhood sports
My childhood was very difficult.
Because the rural areas were generally poor at that time;
My childhood was free and happy.
Because in those days, there were few restrictions on peasant families.
We can enjoy nature;
My childhood was a test of will.
Because we have to do everything.
In labor practice, we
increase knowledge
Improve ability;
My childhood is a model of personality.
Because farmers are simple, tough, resolute and tenacious.
Moisten our hearts.
Shape our character.
Childhood is a poem.
Because whether it's bitter or happy,
It is the most unforgettable chapter in everyone's heart;
Childhood is a painting.
Because everyone must have the most unforgettable impression in their hearts.
Childhood is a song.
Because everyone must have a paragraph of their own.
Music composed by the most exciting notes;
Childhood is an ensemble of youth.
Because everyone will experience it.
Accompanied by the rhythm of youth
Accompanied by anxiety and irritability
With blindness and impulsiveness
With wildness and rationality
That kind of pain and happiness are intertwined.
Childhood-adolescence-the growth of youth.
Childhood poems and songs 10 childhood tree hole
In my memory, it will always be spring.
On the roadside in front of the door, the ancient willow tree that needs to be surrounded by three adults,
In a tree hole with half a man's tall roots,
There are tablets of the land god, incense, red firecrackers and confetti,
There are mosses, unknown wildflowers,
There are broken pottery pieces and tiles of unknown year,
Occasionally, I can take out a few ancient copper coins with branches.
On rainy days, some people hide from the rain, some people chat, and some people are in a daze.
On a sunny day, we climbed a tall branch.
Dig out myna in a tree hole.
Under the tree, we held hands and danced our own tap dance.
Later, we abandoned the stone tablet of the land god,
A stone house was built with five stone heads.
On the solstice of summer, we began to travel far.
The old tree was still there when I went home the year before last.
The hole in the tree was buried by the dirt on the road.
Childhood poems 1 1 childhood
Two children sat cross-legged on the ground,
Playing with the collected bottle caps,
You turn around, he turns around,
Have a good time.
I watched,
I think of my childhood.
A group of naive children fiddled with the collected bottle caps,
Some people take them home to make vases,
Yes, when the top continues to rotate,
Face is full of satisfaction.
Bang, the bottle cap is broken like a crystal ball.
The child muttered and threw it in a corner.
Leave in anger.
I rushed over,
Play with; play with ...
Childhood poems and songs 12 childhood dreams
I like singing,
Dreaming that one day, standing on the stage,
Sing your favorite songs happily.
But adults say:
"No, son, when you grow up,
If you have this kung fu, you must learn it. "
I want a lovely kitten.
After research,
Play with me.
But the adults said:
"No, it's too dirty.
It will dirty your bed. "
I long for long hair,
In my dream, I will be interested in that long hair.
Give a sweet smile.
But the adults said to me:
"Hair is not that important,
What matters is your brain. "
I am a girl who loves to dream.
Like to fantasize about the future.
But the adults said:
"Stop daydreaming,
Come on,
Go and do your homework. "
Why do adults never know,
What we want.
But they,
But remember,
What they lost in childhood.
Dad, mom,
What the daughter wants is not a more boring gift than the desert-
Examination papers and dictionaries ...
but
Flying in the sky like a bird,
Fly freely;
Like butterflies in the Woods, by the stream,
Play games happily.
Dear Mom and Dad:
Please let my childhood,
No regrets!
After all,
Childhood-only once,
You don't always say that, do you?
Childhood poems and songs 13 childhood memories
Memories of childhood,
Like a little foot,
Go, go,
I can't walk forever
I was,
Playing with friends,
You chase me,
Everyone laughed and laughed,
No matter how you play,
Everyone is not tired at all.
Me and my friends,
How happy I am!
Memories of childhood,
Like a pair of warm hands,
Everybody together,
Touch each other's hearts.
I was,
Still timid,
It is a friend's hand,
Gave me courage.
Everyone has difficulties,
Holding each other's hands,
We hugged each other tightly,
Won't let go.
Memories of childhood,
Like a big tree,
Shake it, shake it,
I can't get rid of it.
I was,
I don't know what a deep friendship is,
But I also think that,
To explore hard.
When I fell,
My friend came to comfort me,
Gently help me up,
Let me feel the deep friendship.
Memories of childhood,
Like a pair of wings,
It's pure, it's lovely,
It tried to make us fly!
I was,
I am learning origami cranes from my friends.
We sincerely hope that,
It can flap its wings,
Under the blue sky,
On the horizon of the sea,
Try to fly,
Bloom golden light ...
Childhood Poetry 14 Childhood
Under the banyan tree by the pond
Cicada is crying in summer.
On the swing by the playground
Only butterflies stop on it.
The teacher's chalk on the blackboard
Still sending Weibo, writing hard.
Waiting for class to end, waiting for school to end.
Childhood waiting game
There is everything in the welfare club.
I just have no money in my pocket.
Zhuge Shiro and the Magic Party
Who took the sword?
The boy in the next class.
Why haven't you passed my window?
Snacks in your mouth, cartoons in your hand.
The first childhood in my heart
Nobody knows why.
The sun always sets on the other side of the mountain.
Nobody can tell me.
Are there immortals living in the mountains?
How many days?
Always staring at the sky alone.
Just curious, just fantasy.
Such a lonely childhood
Always wait until bedtime.
Only then did I know that I had only done a little homework.
Always wait until the exam is over.
Only then do I know that I haven't read all the books I should read.
Time is money.
The teacher said that money can't buy time.
Day after day, year after year.
A loss of childhood
Day after day, year after year.
Childhood is looking forward to growing up.
Childhood Poetry 15 Childhood Birds
When you are in a bad mood
Inspiration does not knock.
A bird seems to know
It stands on a tree in front of the window.
Screaming at my window
Crisp birdsong
Brought me back to spring.
It was in the Woods of my hometown.
A few naughty children
Slingshot in hand
Chasing singing birds
East for a while, west for a while.
Run tirelessly
The bird was tired and flew away, out of sight.
Who knows, it also took away our spring.
We hung the loss on the branch.
And found bamboo to make a bird flute.
Blow out a string of bird songs.
Hidden in the branches of the forest
Bring the bird back
One,Two,Three ...
Frequent birdsong reappeared in the Woods.
Beautiful sounds are collected in childhood.
Time has changed, time has changed.
Childhood friends have grown up.
Farm, farm, work
Work, work, it's hard to be together for several years.
Childhood birdsong
Just scattered in memory.
If I find a bird flute,
Can we blow back the happy spring?
The sun is sinking in the west
Night began to fall.
The bird by the window stopped singing.
It stood motionless on the branch.
Is it a companion in the distant years?
Branch Qi Fei
Bring a new spring
The wind is blowing, and I'm afraid the birds will be cold.
In tears, I am a lovesick bird in my heart.
Put a nest.
Childhood Poetry 16 Childhood
Childhood is a cup of strong coffee that warms your heart.
Childhood is a cup of faint herbal tea.
unforgettable
Childhood is a rainbow after a storm.
Drop Dead Gorgeous
Childhood is a tortuous road.
Colorful
The happiness of childhood lies in peach branches.
The happiness of childhood is in the shade of willow trees.
The happiness of childhood is on the swing.
The happiness of childhood lies in the beautiful campus.
Childhood is happy.
Time is merciless.
Preserve childhood
cherish the present
Childhood Poetry 17 Childhood
Childhood, you are a fruit candy,
Every time I think of that sweetness,
Happiness will come to you.
Childhood is a bowl of chicken soup for the soul.
Although it was boring at first,
But after drinking, the aftertaste is endless.
Childhood is a blank sheet of paper.
On this piece of paper, you are a creative person.
Describe your wonderful childhood.
Childhood is a dream.
Although the dream is beautiful,
But it is also short-lived.
Childhood is a rain.
When it comes, it is full of vitality,
It was quiet when I left.
Childhood is a ray of sunshine,
Sprinkle it on our hearts,
Let dreams fly far away on happy wings.
Childhood Poetry 18 Childhood
Take the gorgeous rainbow after the rain as a colorful drawing board;
Imagine the green shadows swept by the spring breeze, like seaweed rippling in the deep sea.
The little brain is full of fantasies,
I want to go to the old things in the south of the city to see the Changting ancient road outside the ancient city.
Playing quidditch on the playground of Hogwarts on a broom.
Listen, the lotus pond is full of frogs,
It's like walking in Monet's water lily garden
How high the sky is, how big the dream is hidden in my heart.
When the wind blows, I think of the feather fan nylon scarf in the Three Kingdoms, so chic that it disappears into the smoke;
At sunset, I remembered the hero's "three bowls can't cross the mountain" in Jingyanggang.
When the flowers bloom, I think of the luxury of Xiaoxiang Building in the Grand View Garden of the Red Chamber.
When it snowed, the journey to the West went through many hardships, and the hardships of Wan Li's trek surfaced again.
Product, a pot of tea, you can tick off the blue bricks and red tiles of Jiangnan water town;
Taste, a bite of rice, you can draw a curl of kitchen smoke with the garden menu;
Look, an old man is fishing in the cold Jiang Xue, and an old fisherman is wearing green clothes and green coir.
Listen, the bells of Hanshan Temple outside Gusu are faint in the middle of the night.
The fan is rocking lazily in the classroom.
Cicada is singing bored by the pond.
Looking at the blackboard full of formulas,
A lot of homework in the schoolbag has not been finished.
The heat can't shut a heart that wants to fly,
Don't want to sit,
Want to fly to the outside world!