In the warm sunshine, cuckoos are laughing their heads off, poplars' hands are shaking with the wind, and childish songs are wandering 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 together are running in the wind, so the intoxicating time is jumping, there are fish playing by the gurgling stream, oily water plants are swinging soft and lovely lines, screaming loudly and cutting through the sky, and the joy of childhood is quietly gone.
Childhood (poetry)
In the warm sunshine
The cuckoo is laughing.
Yang Qian's hand is shaking with 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.
We hold the raindrops of childhood together with our hearts,
Together, we use our hands to keep the wind of childhood.
We want our childhood to live in the fields in spring.
Can last forever.
White clouds are our happy past,
The richness of lakes is our true feeling.
What's stirring in the air,
This is our dewdrop laughter.
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.
Poetry in 2000
I read your shadow in my dream.
Poems and songs of childhood reverberated in my heart.
Sunshine is a gentle, gentle and pure season.
A candy can make you happy for a long time.
Have you ever thought about it?
When I was a child, I looked at you and me in the blue sky outside the window.
You and I used to play in flowers and green leaves.
I can't see my childhood when I grow up.
Childhood is an open book.
LULU
Childhood is an open book,
How many secrets are waiting for you.
Don't ask me what will happen in the future,
Where is my dream?
The world is big and small,
A book is just a small step.
Open it and let your story,
From now on. ......
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 twittering and writing hard
Waiting for class to end.
Waiting for school.
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 the mouth
The cartoon in my hand
The first childhood in my heart
Always wait until bedtime.
Only then did I know that I had only done a little homework.
Always wait until the exam is over.
I don't know. I haven't read the book 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
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 is it always?
A person looked at the sky blankly.
So curious
Just imagine it.
Such a lonely childhood
Dragonflies fly in the sun.
Patches of green rice fields
Watercolor crayons and kaleidoscopes
I can't draw a rainbow on one side.
When can I be like a senior?
Have a mature face
Looking forward to the holiday, looking forward to tomorrow
Looking forward to growing up.
Day after day, year after year.
Childhood is looking forward to growing up.
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.
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.
Time: Southern Song Dynasty
Author: Yang Wanli
Works: Xinshi Xugong Store
Content:
The fence is sparse, a path leads to the distance, and the petals on the tree fall, but the shade has not yet formed.
The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again.
Time: Southern Song Dynasty
Author: Xin Qiji
Works: Qingping Music
Content: Find out what you saw in The Book of Mountain Gardens.
Li Anyun Songzhu, everything starts from now on.
The meat stuck to the east branch,
Wine ripens first at the bedside.
Xifeng Lizaoshan Garden,
The child stole a long pole.
Don't surprise others,
I'll sit by and watch.
Time: Northern Song Dynasty
Author: Su Shi
Works: Whistle
Content:
Bend down to eat rice,
Running away from home because of drinking,
My mouth and body are tired.
Come back,
Who won't take you home?
It feels like the past is not the present.
Exposed,
Recruiting a husband shows the way home,
It is childish to laugh in front of the door.
All the old chrysanthemums are in short supply,
Xinsong is black and old,
I am so old now!
But a small window can close your knees, Chai Fei,
I hold a scepter and watch the lonely clouds fly in the dusk.
Clouds appear unintentionally,
Birds know when they are tired,
It was unintentional.
Hey!
Back and forth,
Today I forgot myself and the world.
Relatives have no waves,
There is a real taste in the piano book.
The bottom of the steps is rugged,
Flooding is gentle and graceful,
A trickle of black valley flows with spring water.
Look at the vegetation and be happy.
You feel shy,
I live and rest!
How long will it take to regain your mind?
What does the unconscious emperor want?
Who will decide whether to stay or not?
Where does the fairy know?
Wealth is not my ambition.
But knowing how to climb a mountain by the water,
He who draws the pot is drunk.
What is more doubtful about the fate of this life?
And ride the current and stop when you encounter obstacles.
Precautions:
Tao Yuanming's poems come and go, with words but no sound. I have ruled Dongpo and built a snow hall on it. Everyone laughs at its ugliness, but Dong Yifu (Yue) of Poyang enjoys it exclusively, calling it a neighbor. Is to take the word "go home" and add some words to make it sound, so as to leave Yifu. Is it a pleasure to make children's songs, follow Dongpo, make peace with thunder and buckle the horn for the holidays?