Modern Poetry Describing Childhood 1 1. Recalling Childhood
I remember when I was a kid,
Cicada poem outside the window.
Chasing butterflies on the way to school,
Think about dragonflies.
Pull out eggs and branches to scare birds,
Fishing in the stream is also late.
Childlike heart still exists,
Who untied the flat head and dyed the silk?
Second, childhood.
In the sunset,
Innocent laughter on the green land;
In the snowflake dance,
Pure and flawless hand-in-hand carnival;
When osmanthus plays,
The hand that pursues purity is fragrant in the dust,
In the stream,
There is clear and transparent laughter.
Years evaporate gently like water,
Childhood is like gold, quietly settling.
In the depths of the world,
Childhood is full of light,
Summon from a distance ...
Three. childhood memories
Memories of childhood,
The most beautiful time,
Pistachio nuts on the journey.
Memories of childhood,
The enlightenment of life,
Pure water of the soul.
Some memories,
Time has frozen.
Collected in the warehouse of memory,
Stay in the life projection room.
Appreciate,
Aftertaste.
Fourth, "childhood memories"
It's time for cicadas to sing again.
The schoolbag can be given up temporarily.
In the shade, watching the fun of ants moving.
Looking for coolness
It is the most beautiful comfort in summer.
Dip your feet in the cool stream.
Fantasize about the distant sky
The beauty of the beach and the sea.
Days like that always pass quickly.
Often forget the way home.
Summer night, snuggling up
Grandma's cattail leaf fan, shake it.
A modern poem describing childhood 2 "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.
Modern poetry describing childhood. Childhood memories
I remember when I was a kid,
Cicada poem outside the window.
Chasing butterflies on the way to school,
Think about dragonflies.
Pull out eggs and branches to scare birds,
Fishing in the stream is also late.
Childlike heart still exists,
Who untied the flat head and dyed the silk?
Second, childhood.
In the sunset,
Innocent laughter on the green land;
In the snowflake dance,
Pure and flawless hand-in-hand carnival;
When osmanthus plays,
The hand that pursues purity is fragrant in the dust,
In the stream,
There is clear and transparent laughter.
Years evaporate gently like water,
Childhood is like gold, quietly settling.
In the depths of the world,
Childhood is full of light,
Summon from a distance ...
Three. childhood memories
Memories of childhood,
The most beautiful time,
Pistachio nuts on the journey.
Memories of childhood,
The enlightenment of life,
Pure water of the soul.
Some memories,
Time has frozen.
Collected in the warehouse of memory,
Stay in the life projection room.
Appreciate,
Aftertaste.
Fourth, "childhood memories"
It's time for cicadas to sing again.
The schoolbag can be given up temporarily.
In the shade, watching the fun of ants moving.
Looking for coolness
It is the most beautiful comfort in summer.
Dip your feet in the cool stream.
Fantasize about the distant sky
The beauty of the beach and the sea.
Days like that always pass quickly.
Often forget the way home.
Summer night, snuggling up
Grandma's cattail leaf fan, shake it.
Drive the bright moon into a dream
Verb (abbreviation of verb) childhood expectation
How much expectation,
How much I miss it,
Passion burns childhood.
Once you put on your little military uniform,
Spread excitement and joy throughout the campus.
After several beatings,
After several tests,
Hard work is the only way to know what hard work is.
The future is not always Ma Pingchuan,
Ideal is by no means sweet talk.
Some surprises,
Some revelry,
It's sunny after the storm.
The expectation of childhood has finally come true,
Days of our lives won't be far away.
Six, "June, grafting childhood dreams"
Mountains surround green people, and winding streams nourish them.
Far up the cold mountain, in and out of the stone path, deep in the white clouds, grow up.
How much I like this magic pen, Ma Liang.
Now, my daughter's landscape, flowers and birds
Sitting in the public gallery of Heshi Normal University
Childhood dreams, such as water hibiscus, followed by June.
Daily growing, layers of ripples.
Baby, you are a part of your parents' elaborate work.
Boutique, grafted my mother's childhood dream.
Seven, "Our Childhood"
Think back to the machine that bakes popcorn.
Think of my childhood
She ate cream popcorn.
Unlike the popcorn I feared and expected in the explosion.
She plays with colored plasticine.
Unlike the black mud I used to play with.
She is playing with an electric remote control car.
Unlike the bricks and tiles I used to play with.
She plays with dolls.
Unlike my running partner.
She is under the care of her parents, grandparents, etc.
Different from the love and affection I once felt.
In the daughter's laughter
There is no trace of my childhood.
Eight, "The Expectation of Childhood"
How much expectation,
How much I miss it,
Passion burns childhood.
Once you put on your little military uniform,
Spread excitement and joy throughout the campus.
After several beatings,
After several tests,
Hard work is the only way to know what hard work is.
The future is not always Ma Pingchuan,
Ideal is by no means sweet talk.
Some surprises,
Some revelry,
It's sunny after the storm.
The expectation of childhood has finally come true,
Days of our lives won't be far away.
Modern poetry describing childhood 4 that childhood night
Smoke from the kitchen above the diaojiao building
I don't know who to teach.
Twist into a strand
First, slowly entangle the sunset.
And then drag it.
Drag the mountains west.
at that time
I'm still a child.
Suddenly see
The face of the sunset in an instant.
blush
That childhood night
The old cow that hasn't been slaughtered yet
Not far away in the paddy field on the mountain.
Mud splashed everywhere.
It took a bite of foam.
Dragging his father a few hoarse shouts.
staggering
staggering
Tripped again
Sunset is coming.
Turn a few more times.
A few more laps, maybe we can get off work.
then
That childhood night
Overriding twilight.
vociferously to advocate
A winding mountain road
Father is shouting.
Getting closer and closer to my memory.
In the mountain breeze at night
Accompanied by mother's familiar call.
That was only available many years ago.
The smell of kimchi.
Let the wind blow it into your nose.
Yuanshan
from afar
Tearing memories one by one.
It's azalea
Modern poems describing childhood 5 childhood is like water, the glory flashes by, and the years are like songs.
We can't stop the rising sun
We can't keep this childlike time.
We can't lock the clouds floating freely.
We can't stop the pace of ticking.
We imagine under the blue sky.
We sing on the earth.
We grow up in love.
We are flying in the study.
We don't know the bitterness and pain of our parents.
We don't understand vicissitudes.
We don't know the sad parting of life.
We don't understand the ups and downs of fate.
My years are ordinary.
Our life is simple.
Our songs are pure and sweet.
Our laughter is natural.
We don't want a mountain of textbooks
Bend my fragile spine
We don't want heavy homework.
Break the wings of our thinking.
Dear parents.
Please give us time to grow up happily.
Dear teacher
Please give us room to study freely.
Break the closed campus
Open the closed heart window
Let the fresh air outside blow into our hearts,
Let's walk out of this high wall and deep courtyard
To feel
bright sunshine
The fragrance of flowers and plants
Magnificence of mountains
River and River Romance
The remoteness of the ocean
Flying white clouds
bright blue sky
Let us feel ourselves.
Plump wings and feathers
Cultivate a firm belief in life
The feeling of wanting to fly
We don't want to sit in the sky.
We don't want to practice mechanically.
We don't want to extract sentences and copy articles.
We don't want to have an illusion.
The new learning concept I want to use
Cultivate our quality and talents.
We want to be in the new education classroom
Write poems in the style of students in the new era
Childhood shines like water.
Time flies like a song.
Let me see the spring breeze of continuing education reform.
Romantic woxin
Brilliant our beautiful and happy childhood.
Modern Poetry Describing Childhood 6 Stories of My Childhood
Please listen to my story.
My childhood
my child/my children
My dream-chasing days
I run on the hillside full of mountains and mountains.
I was presumptuous on the court in the scorching sun.
I looked under the lamp in front of the window in the middle of the night.
My story of the past few years
Please listen to me.
You can do it in spring
You can spend the night in front of the moonlight.
You can run into each other
therefore
Please listen to my story.
The long night will be sunny.
Because I want to hear your story, too
Your childhood
Your teenager
The days when you chase your dreams.
Where did you run in the mountains?
When have you ever indulged in youth?
What kind of sweating at night?
You can fly in the season of yellow leaves
Can be in the colorful clear sky
Now you can look back and smile.
therefore
Please let me hear your story.
Then let me give you a sunny day.
A modern poem describing childhood 7 "Memories of Childhood"
In the memory of childhood
The one with hometown.
I don't know.
How old is this old house?
Always squatting
warm
Taiyangdili
That's out of date
The appearance of
And often appear in
In my dream.
In the memory of childhood
On the roof of my house.
That?
Just hatched.
Can't fly yet
Little swallow
Carelessness/carelessness/carelessness
Lying on the ground
It's me again.
carefully
enumerate sb's merits
And send it back to the nest
In the memory of childhood
There are me and those in the village.
Little friends
Go to the village head together.
Touch the fish in the river.
I always put
What did we catch?
The smallest ones.
Sneaking around again
Put it back in the water.
In the memory of childhood
What about the one next door?
My age.
girl
Her big eyes
round face
Long braid
And that pouting mouth
but I
The way you lose your temper.
deeply
Hidden in my dream ...
Modern poems describing childhood recall childhood.
On the wooden table in the old house
Dim kerosene lamp
Mother sat at the wooden table.
Teach us three brothers by hand
read aloud
Strange fonts in the book
Father is in front of an old radio
Listen to those old stories.
He doesn't know what we read aloud.
His spare time is spent.
The hookah in your hand
The clear water of Triffault River flows through it.
The endless rice fields in front of the door
Golden ears of rice put on their coats.
We three brothers are all naked.
Dive into the water to hide and seek.
From dawn to dark.
The village was silent at night.
We climbed the mountain.
A hut on the top of the mountain.
Written at the foot of the moon
The innocent secret of a child
I think of that precious time
Ignore a long night
Those annoying things after waking up
Ignore the rain and calm down.
What happened when we grew up.
Frogs outside the door at night.
Like fireflies
Hide naive dreams in your heart.
What we looked like when we were kids.
Turn into an ancient portrait
Stay in the fuzzy mirror