Poetry about childhood dreams 1. Poems about childhood dreams
Childhood dream
This is an old homespun with paint.
Friction in the long river of memory
Wash out a string of colorful stories
Clean up a chaotic life
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Whitening years make adults' smiles hard.
A child's dream
Perched on a branch
I used to drive cattle on the threshing floor.
Find a rope to tie May up.
I once carried a wet reminder.
Laughing barefoot in summer
Step winter into the mud.
The heavy years that I once chased.
-New schoolbags and new clothes
Show off to your friends.
Then, a pair of red and swollen hands
Want to stick happiness on adults' eyebrows forever
I want to grow a mature face soon. ...
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Childhood dream!
Soap bubbles are universal.
Break and strike
Blow and break.
Finally, I am warm in the arms of adults.
Listen and collect all kinds of bird songs.
Grow wings
Longing for the sky
Think more.
Return to childhood dreams
in enchanted garden
That clump of grass
Blooming flowers
Especially happy in the kingdom of freedom.
Summer night
mellow moonlight
Reflects the roads and villages.
in corners
Under the tree
The little shadow of Catcatcher flickered deftly.
Elegant laughter
Naive call
Wandering in the distance of the night for a long time
Ten nights and a hundred nights.
I don't know what pain is.
Although it is dawn now.
Than break up like a wet blanket.
golden childhood
How desirable
Keep it simple.
A little less sad
And so naive.
So arrogant again.
I will always remember such a beautiful smiling face.
I can always think of that ugly cry.
childhood
Beautiful dream
It's just a short time.
Who doesn't care about the past time?
Sprinkle a few drops of sad yellow soup
Who doesn't want to call back?
Childhood dreams.
2. Poetry about childhood dreams
Childhood, dreams
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.
3. Poetry of childhood dreams
Childhood dream
This is an old homespun with paint.
Friction in the long river of memory
Wash out a string of colorful stories
Clean up a chaotic life
Whitening years make adults' smiles hard.
A child's dream
Perched on a branch
I used to drive cattle on the threshing floor.
Find a rope to tie May up.
I once carried a wet reminder.
Laughing barefoot in summer
Step winter into the mud.
The heavy years that I once chased.
-New schoolbags and new clothes
Show off to your friends.
Then, a pair of red and swollen hands
Want to stick happiness on adults' eyebrows forever
I want to grow a mature face soon. ...
Childhood dream!
Soap bubbles are universal.
Break and strike
Blow and break.
Finally, I am warm in the arms of adults.
Listen and collect all kinds of bird songs.
Grow wings
Longing for the sky
Think more.
Return to childhood dreams
in enchanted garden
That clump of grass
Blooming flowers
Especially happy in the kingdom of freedom.
Summer night
mellow moonlight
Reflects the roads and villages.
in corners
Under the tree
The little shadow of Catcatcher flickered deftly.
Elegant laughter
Naive call
Wandering in the distance of the night for a long time
Ten nights and a hundred nights.
I don't know what pain is.
Although it is dawn now.
Than break up like a wet blanket.
golden childhood
How desirable
Keep it simple.
A little less sad
And so naive.
So arrogant again.
I will always remember such a beautiful smiling face.
I can always think of that ugly cry.
childhood
Beautiful dream
It's just a short time.
Who doesn't care about the past time?
Sprinkle a few drops of sad yellow soup
Who doesn't want to call back?
Childhood dreams.
4. Beautiful childhood dreams
The dream of childhood is always accompanied by the dream of flying, but my childhood is spent quietly like running water, a dream that will never be extinguished and pursued in my heart.
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 an 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.
dream
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 core 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.
6. Poems about letting go of 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.
7. 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.