I want to turn my feet into running water and let the mother river sail forever. I want to turn my eyes to the moon in Mid-Autumn Festival and the children under the banyan tree. I want to turn my body into fertile land, so that the barren land in northwest China also has the fragrance of wheat.
Childhood is like a colorful dream. Wake up, still so clear and unforgettable. Childhood is like a colorful pearl, connected with endless joy and immature dreams.
Childhood is like a bird singing loudly, flying high with infinite hope. Ah, childhood, childhood, you are like running water, rolling forward in the blink of an eye.
Ah, childhood, childhood, you are like a fine horse, flying thousands of miles in the blink of an eye. Childhood songs, childhood smiles, childhood ideals and childhood joys are all printed on the canopy of childhood.
Childhood (Poetry) In the warm sunshine, cuckoo twitters and laughs, poplar hands tremble with the wind, and childish songs wander 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, and partners gathered in the wind are running intoxicating. In this way, they jump along the gurgling stream, the fish frolic, and the greasy grass swings soft lines and screams loudly. The troubles that cut through the sky and the joy of childhood left silently. Together, we held up the raindrops of childhood, and together we kept the wind of childhood with our hands. We hope our childhood can last forever in the fields of spring.
The pure white clouds are our happy past, the abundance of the lake is our true feelings, and the dew-like laughter is stirring in the air. 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. In 2008, I read your shadow in my poetry dream, and childhood poems echoed in my heart. A candy can be happy for a long time in the gentle, gentle and pure season of sunshine. Have you ever thought about the years when you looked at the blue sky outside the window when you were a child, and you and I used to play among the flowers and green leaves? I can't see my childhood (poetry) clearly when I grow up. In the warm sunshine, cuckoo is laughing and crying, poplar hands are shaking with the wind, and childish songs are wandering in the running water. Happy years are like this. There are insects whispering in the green birch forest. White dandelions give off beautiful flowers. The partners gathered together are running in the wind. The intoxicating time is like this. There are fish playing by the gurgling stream. Oily aquatic plants are swinging gentle and lovely lines and screaming loudly. Trouble that cuts through the sky. The happiness of childhood is like this. Let's silently take away the raindrops of childhood together. We will keep the wind of childhood together with our hands.
We hope our childhood can last forever in the fields of spring. The pure white clouds are our happy past, the abundance of the lake is our true feelings, and the dew-like laughter is stirring in the air.
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.
I read your shadow in my poetry dream in 2008, and my childhood poems echoed in my heart. The sunshine is tender and innocent, and a candy can make me happy for a long time. Have you ever thought about the time when you looked at the blue sky outside the window when you were young, and you and I played in the flowers and green leaves? I can't see my childhood when I grow up = = = = = = = = = = = = Cuckoo chirps in the warm sunshine. The nursery rhymes swaying in the wind, wandering in the running water, and the happy years are like this. Insects are whispering in the green birch forest, and white dandelions are emitting beautiful flower caps. The gathering partners are running in the wind, and the intoxicating time is like this. There are fish frolicking by the gurgling stream, and greasy weeds are swinging soft lines and screaming through the sky. This is the joy of childhood.
2. What are the poems describing a happy childhood? 1 Four Sages of Economics and Business. Zheng (a work for the sake of)
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
Fancy children, rich doors. Fortunately, there are ancestors, and enlightenment is early.
I didn't learn it when I was a child. I'm a meat eater. Is there a lack of scholars in the forest and no one recommends Supreme?
Gong Zhengshi, Huozi Anqiu Fan. Selling medicine at the same price, writing books is full of words.
Rest yin without evil wood, drink water to clear the source. I am so cheap that I can't talk about people.
2 "Gift to Cen Langzhong"
Tang Dynasty: Yung Hong
When I was a child, I recited several poems by a doctor. The smoke in the four seas is still wide,
Ten years of soul and dream. Although I see the disease in a cloud, I hate following the trend.
There are no people who study poetry in the world, so they don't look for poetry.
3 "Send Shami to Visit Five Stations"
Tang Dynasty: Jiao Ran
When I was a child, I was law-abiding and my family background was Confucian. Learn from each other and enjoy the coolness of traveling thousands of miles.
Clouds return to Longtan dark, wood falls to geese. The elders should ask each other and pass them on to Xiangzuzhou.
4 "yaoyu only served Jane Bao to join the army"
Tang Dynasty: Wei Yan
When I was a child in Huangzhou, I thought about you and Hou. Without any achievements,
Two springs were thrown into the surging water. Songs and poems are full of words, and flutes are playing in the new pavilion.
The bosom friend depends on the Ministry of Water Resources, and the villagers are now in Dongshan.
5 "Send away Mr. Cui, the employee, and take a photo of the ambassador of Zhongcheng Silla"
Tang Dynasty: Dou Chang
The emperor asked Haidong to be a special envoy and left for a long time. Distinguish between the two sides, and state-owned financiers.
The book thanked Shen Enzhong, leaving Huan as a limited contribution. Whale waves are hot with the wind, and the first sail is oblique.
Night is hidden in fire, and autumn is alone. Comfort is a metaphor, and loyalty is flawless.
Beautiful childhood with bun, fragrant flowers with hairpin. Then I entered with Chen, and it was in China.
3. Where are the beautiful poems of children's childhood? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village. -Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day
When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from. -What's the couplet of two hometowns, the first part?
Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor. -Xin Qiji's Ugly Slave, Shuboshan Road in the Wall
The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again. -Yang Wanli's Su Xinshi Xugong Store
Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees. -Fan Chengda's "Summer Village Miscellaneous Seven"
When I asked your students under a pine tree, "my teacher," he replied, "went to pick herbs." -Jia Dao's Absence Notes
The grass shop is six or seven miles away from the field, and the flute makes the night wind three or four times. -Yan Lu's "Shepherd Boy"
Cowboys ride on the backs of oxen, and songs echo in the forest. -Yuan Mei "See"
The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind. -Gao Ding's "Country House"
Teenagers listen to the rain and sing upstairs. -Jie Jiang's "Yu Meiren Listening to the Rain"
4. Beautiful sentences about childhood 1. Time flies like an arrow and then disappears without a trace.
2. Look at the water flowing eastward and the sun setting at dusk.
3. Time goes by inadvertently, and when I open my old notes, there are deep feelings and artistic conception between the lines.
Time flies, don't let me stay. Sentences lamenting the passage of time
5, don't sigh for the lost years, but face up to the time that you want to slip away in a hurry.
Looking back, the days are full of beautiful shadows. In the barrier of memory, the voice that once moved has gradually faded away. p & gt
7. The days of chasing and laughing in my childhood flow like running water in my life.
8. If you live in a dream, why are you afraid of wind, flowers and snow? Dream today, dream tomorrow, enjoy tomorrow, and live a short life, so that you can live with peace of mind.
9. Time as still as running water slowly flows eastward. When you look back at Yao Si alone in the water in front of the window or door, what you can't look back is the past.
10, streamer is easy to throw, red cherry, green banana.
1 1, I can't help spending it. I feel familiar with Yan's return. Beautiful sentences
12, the wind is light and the flowers fall, and time has set foot on a light footprint, rolling up the beauty of the past.
13, the flood of years swept away youth and years, leaving only a scarred body and vicissitudes.
14, time flies so fast that people are at a loss. They have to look at the past days and try to recall the past days, but the memory capacity is limited. No matter how they recall, they can't remember a trace.
15, sleepless nights, tears every day, tears flooded the sun and moon, confused Gan Kun, and could not save the lost years and return to the original net.
This poem expressing happy childhood was called Bai when I was young, when I didn't know the moon.
The children ran after Huang Die, flew into the cauliflower, but disappeared.
The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.
Teenagers don't know the taste of trouble, fall in love with the floor, and are worried about giving new words.
Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed. Where do children come from when they meet strangers?
Whoever doesn't tie the boat outside, the spring breeze will blow into the fishing bay. The child suspected villagers, but was anxious to go to Chai Men.
A child with unkempt hair and immature face is learning to fish by the river. He is sitting sideways in the grass, and his shadow is set off by weeds. Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by.
The hedge is sparse and deep, and the branches end in shade. The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again.