Childhood
Childhood is a fresh song
I use my young hands
to compose the days into a string of notes< /p>
Jumping between fingers
Childhood is a pure blue painting
I use clear eyes
to paint the years pure The blue river
flows in the heart
Childhood is found in the rice fields
That bunch of rice ears
In the time In the long river
shines with golden light
When time paints the color of sadness
on the time and space I walk through
When life uses Strong hands
Fill my heart with hardship
Childhood, it is in my silent heart
Singing softly and cheering
In the river of time,
deposited into pearls
I carefully strung them together in the silent night
The shining necklace
Brightens my whole body and mind
Childhood (poetry)
Under the warm sunshine
The cuckoo is here Screaming and laughing
The beautiful hands of the poplar are also swaying in the wind
Childish singing
Wandering in the flowing water
The happy years flow like this
In the green birch forest
There are insects whispering
The white dandelions exude beautiful flower caps
Friends who gather together
Running in the wind
The intoxicating time jumps like this
By the gurgling stream
With The play of fish
The oily water plants swaying with graceful lines
The loud screams
The troubles that cut through the sky
The joy of childhood just disappeared silently
Poems of childhood
I read your shadow in my dream
The poems of childhood echoed in my heart
p>The season of gentle sunshine and innocence
The years when a candy can make you happy for a long time
Have you ever thought about it
That time in childhood The you and me who looked out the window at the blue sky
The you and me who used to play and play among the flowers and green leaves
can no longer clearly see our childhood when we grow up