Childhood,
Childhood is a beautiful dream,
Like a rainbow of seven colors,
Across a gorgeous light in the sky of life.
Childhood is a beautiful dream,
Like pebbles,
Throw it into the calm living water, causing ripples.
Childhood is a colorful dream,
Like a drop of rain,
The field that nourishes life.
Dreams,
Let childhood be more brilliant!
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Beautiful sentences about childhood dreams:
1. What was your childhood dream, to be a scientist, philosopher or astronaut? Has your childhood dream come true now?
2. Childhood is like a blank sheet of paper. What kind of painting you want to draw, what kind of effort you need to make. Draw childhood dreams on canvas, rainbow in your heart, and ideal in your heart, so that everything in the future will be so beautiful.
Childhood is a world full of fantasy, like a bird, flying freely in the sky of childhood. Like a small fish, swimming happily in the sea.
My childhood dream is to be a rich man when I grow up. Many years have passed, but I have become rich, not rich.
With a warm childhood dream, I started a dialogue between time and space. Through time and space, wake up my long-sealed memory. Have a cup of acacia with some tenderness. Close the distance between childhood and reality.
6. When I was a child, I had a dream that everything would go well in the future. In my childhood, I had a dream that my tomorrow would be better.
7. Childhood dreams, like colorful morning glow, reflect the vast land. Childhood dreams, like sparks of wisdom, are dotted with brilliant starry sky. Childhood dreams, like beautiful flowers, dress up a gorgeous life.
8. Childhood, like a seven-color rainbow and a string of beautiful pearls, has colorful and bright colors and beautiful memories.
9, life, why let me have a childhood, give me youth and laughter, the future makes me so confused!
10, childhood dreams are like the sun of life. When facing it, no matter how bitter the tears are, they will also reflect gorgeous colors. In our childhood dreams, we chase our childhood dreams and look forward to a bigger sunny day in the distance.
2. Classical poetry dreams about childhood dreams in primary school.
dream
Make a cloak out of winged ribs and chardonnay.
Dancing in heaven.
Happiness goes with the wind with sleeves.
Smile, as beautiful as a flower
dream
This is a bird flapping its wings.
Pick a piece of blue on your chest and chase the playful clouds.
Guess where the hometown of the stars is?
Ask the axe hand of the Moon Palace, will you?
Leave the towering trees to the birds to nest?
dream
No birthplace
There is no stumbling, and the road is rugged.
Without me
No more crying in the afterlife.
Life is enough!
dream
Wandering in the wind
Melt in the warmth of the sun
Green blood integrated into the earth
My childhood dream of flowing into a mountain stream
The lark's noisy sky
But I can't see the dazzling sunshine.
Submerged feet
Brush off layers of spray
A crooked hand supports a lazy skull.
Staring at the drifting boat not far away
Giggle.
Two-handed ring
Shout to the old man shaking his oars
Hey * * * * * * *
I am recalling my childhood.
childhood
Childhood, June 1 slowly came to us.
I thought, what is childhood?
It runs like a puppy.
Like a pig rolling.
Or climb like a little monkey
In my early childhood, I had some front teeth.
Thrown on the roof like seeds.
Absorb enough water to grow into tiles.
And the pit of longan fruit.
Slip into your stomach, ready to take root from your feet.
A big tree with many fruits grows on its head.
My childhood, rolling in the dirt, grew up slowly.
What was my childhood?
Open your eyes and stare at a box that can pronounce.
Round and round, strangely enough.
I can't find the speaker in the box.
I rubbed my stomach with my little hand and wondered to myself.
Why can't I touch the candy mom said was inside?
Later, I entered school as a child.
I'm sitting in the classroom with people inside and my heart outside.
Watching birds fly by, dreaming of flying.
After school, take a group of partners and be teachers.
Relish and tell long and smelly stories.
I had a fight with Ling because she said the fairy in it was not beautiful.
Childhood grows with hair and stories.
Oh, childhood, a wonderful childhood.
Teeth have come out, but there are no fruit trees overhead.
I haven't bought the white shirt I've been waiting for again and again.
That beautiful dream became an unforgettable childhood.
Now I don't need a radio. I type and sing on the computer.
I also take a group of dolls all day and listen to the laughter of my childhood.
dream
Love the flowers in the soil
Wet spring mud
Wet fallen flowers
Who will cry in a dream?
Fog and frost?
love you
It is the soil facing the branches and flowers.
Time is not old, mud is not old.
Protect your fascinating life cycle
have neither complaint nor regret
Looking forward to the Millennium is fate.
When you get tired of charming spring scenery
When you wake up, show off your summer injury
Waiting for you to bow your head and shift the direction of love.
Pretend to be me, in your heart.
Waiting, autumn
Autumn rain stained with frost and falling flowers
Brush away your hazy fatigue
Hold you in my arms
This will be the most beautiful paradise there.
The poems about childhood and ideals were written by my classmates themselves. I don't know if they agree with you ~
Thirteen-year-old sky
There is no gray in thirteen-year-old eyes.
A thirteen-year-old mind can't hide loneliness.
My diary of yesterday was not concealed.
Just like today.
The next step is the thorn road.
Thirteen-year-old sunshine dyed the sky blue.
We open our hearts and open the door to youth.
Ignore that pile of homework
Never mind when you don't go home.
We just need to-
Come on, let's play.
Even if tears flow down.
It really rained.
Just hide under a handful of flowers
Really lost, forgot home.
Hip-hop. Here we are.
How many troubles do you have in your heart at the age of thirteen?
At the age of thirteen, we are not afraid of the wind and rain.
We're just-having fun and playing.
Before you grew up at the age of thirteen
Just keep it.
The seeds of youth have sprouted.
We have blossomed.
Who says thirteen years old has no gray eyes?
Who says a 13-year-old mind is not lonely?
I have no fantasy in my diary today.
Where is it like yesterday?
One step flying dust hoof.
Thirteen-year-old leaves draped over her shoulders.
We close our eyes and sigh our melancholy dreams.
Ignore vague boundaries
Never mind, only live for thirteen years.
We just need to-
Wait, hope.
Even before the tears.
It's been too long.
I tried to get back to the front.
It's really disturbing and scary.
Clench your fist and don't fall.
Thirteen-year-old's mind is a little more.
At the age of thirteen, we experienced wind and rain.
We just-Wait, Hope.
Before you grow up.
Just keep it.
Time can't stand many years.
We have blossomed.
4. childhood dreams beautiful sentences childhood dreams are always accompanied by flying dreams, but my childhood passed quietly like running water, leaving in my heart a dream that will never go out and chase.
When I was a child, I sometimes sat on the roof overlooking the mountains, staring at the unreachable edge of the top of the mountain, longing for them, eager to climb to the top of the mountain, exploring the depths of the mountain and knowing what was there. But standing on the top of the mountain, I still saw this unfathomable mystery. The deterrent power endowed by nature is of infinite significance.
Childhood is a blank sheet of paper that has never been described. You can doodle at will, draw a rainbow in your heart and draw your ideal in your heart. Childhood is a fantasy world, thinking that you can fly freely in the sky like a bird and swim in the sea like a fish; I think I can be a rich man and do what I want when I grow up.
Sitting in a warm childhood dream, I started a dialogue between time and space. Through time and space, wake up my long-sealed memory. Have a cup of acacia with some tenderness. Close the distance between childhood and reality.
5. Classical poems about childhood dreams in primary schools. The dream is to make clothes with wings and chardonnay. In heaven, dancing happily, smiling with sleeves, as beautiful as flowers. In the dream, the flapping birds plucked a piece of blue from their chests and chased and frolicked the clouds. Guess where the hometown of the stars is? Ask the axe bearer in the Moon Palace, can you leave towering trees for birds to nest? Dreaming that there is no birthplace, no stumbling road, no afterlife, it is enough to cry again! Dreams float in the wind, melt in the warmth of the sun, and the green blood of the earth flows into the mountain stream. Childhood dream lark in the noisy sky, but there is no dazzling sunshine. My feet are buried in the water, and the lazy bones supported by my hands are staring at the floating boat not far away, giving a silly smile. My hand shouted at the old man rowing. I am recalling my childhood, and June 1st is slowly approaching us. What is childhood? Does it run like a puppy? Do you roll like a pig or climb like a little monkey? In my early childhood, some front teeth were thrown on the roof, soaked by water like seeds and grew into tiles. A longan stone slipped into my stomach, ready to take root from my feet and grow a fruit-laden tree from my head. My childhood, rolling in the dirt, grew up slowly. What was my childhood? I opened my eyes and stared at a box that could pronounce, and walked around. Strangely, I can't find the speaker in the box rubbing his stomach with his little hand, wondering why I can't touch the candy my mother said was inside. Later, when I was a child, I walked into the school and sat in the classroom. People are inside, and my heart is outside watching birds fly by. After school, I fantasize about flying with a group of partners. When I was a teacher, I told a long and smelly story. I had a quarrel with Ling, because she said that the fairy in it was not a wonderful childhood, as my hair and story grew longer and longer. Beautiful childhood teeth have grown up, but there are no fruit trees on my head. I didn't buy that dream again and again, and it became an unforgettable childhood. Now I don't need a radio. I type and sing on the computer. I take a group of dolls all day and listen to my childhood laughter and dreams. Who cries in the dream of wet soil and wet spring mud falling flowers, and then condenses into frost? Loving you is that the earth is facing the branches, and the years are not old. The earth protects your fascinating life cycle. I have looked up for thousands of years without regrets. It's because I'm waiting for you to get tired of the charming spring, for you to be dazzled, for you to lower your head, shift the direction of love, pretend to be me, and wait in your heart. Holding you in my arms will be the most beautiful paradise.
6. Childhood or dream childhood
Childhood, June 1 slowly came to us.
I thought, what is childhood?
It runs like a puppy.
Like a pig rolling.
Or climb like a little monkey
?
In my early childhood, I had some front teeth.
Thrown on the roof like seeds.
Absorb enough water to grow into tiles.
And the pit of longan fruit.
Slip into your stomach, ready to take root from your feet.
A big tree with many fruits grows on its head.
My childhood, rolling in the dirt, grew up slowly.
?
What was my childhood?
Open your eyes and stare at a box that can pronounce.
Round and round, strangely enough.
I can't find the speaker in the box.
I rubbed my hand on my stomach and used a little bit of Gongjiduoke moxibustion, and I wondered myself.
Why can't I touch the candy mom said was inside?
?
Later, I entered school as a child.
I'm sitting in the classroom with people inside and my heart outside.
Watching birds fly by, dreaming of flying.
After school, take a group of partners and be teachers.
Relish and tell long and smelly stories.
I had a fight with Ling because she said the fairy in it was not beautiful.
Childhood grows with hair and stories.
?
Oh, childhood, a wonderful childhood.
Teeth have come out, but there are no fruit trees overhead.
I haven't bought the white shirt I've been waiting for again and again.
That beautiful dream became an unforgettable childhood.
Now I don't need a radio. I type and sing on the computer.
I also take a group of dolls all day and listen to the laughter of my childhood.
dream
Love the flowers in the soil
?
Wet spring mud
Wet fallen flowers
Who will cry in a dream?
Fog and frost?
?
love you
It is the soil facing the branches and flowers.
Time is not old, mud is not old.
Protect your fascinating life cycle
have neither complaint nor regret
?
Looking forward to the Millennium is fate.
When you get tired of charming spring scenery
When you wake up, show off your summer injury
Waiting for you to bow your head and shift the direction of love.
Pretend to be me, in your heart.
?
Waiting, autumn
Autumn rain stained with frost and falling flowers
Brush away your hazy fatigue
Hold you in my arms
This will be the most beautiful paradise there.
?
dream
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dream
Make a cloak out of winged ribs and chardonnay.
Dancing in heaven.
Happiness goes with the wind with sleeves.
Smile, as beautiful as a flower
?
dream
This is a bird flapping its wings.
Pick a piece of blue on your chest and chase the playful clouds.
Guess where the hometown of the stars is?
Ask the axe hand of the Moon Palace, will you?
Leave the towering trees to the birds to nest?
?
dream
No birthplace
There is no stumbling, and the road is rugged.
Without me
No more crying in the afterlife.
Life is enough!
?
dream
Wandering in the wind
Melt in the warmth of the sun
Green blood integrated into the earth
Inflow into a mountain stream
7. Poem of Flying Childhood Dreams: Window of Childhood
Camb.
The window of childhood is always open to the sun.
I've always hoped
Butterflies flying to flowers
Fly to my open palm
A whole summer
I didn't wait for a butterfly.
Grandma said: If you like butterflies, you should be around the flowers.
I asked: Will butterflies fly out of the flowers?
Grandma said: butterflies fly out from spring.
Butterflies fly into summer and can't fly out again.
……
I was five years old that winter.
Grandma left and I was in the snow.
Look at the window facing the sun
Make a wish in your heart: next spring
I will be at the window of spring.
Always guarding
Stop butterflies from flying into summer
Keep my grandmother out of winter.
8. Write poems about childhood dreams. childhood
In the warm sunshine
The cuckoo is laughing.
Yang Qian's hand trembled in 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.