Always like pieces of transparent blue gems,
With tears of laughter,
Reflect the innocence on our faces.
White paper is painted with the color of dreams,
Also record our growing footprints.
I fell asleep in the warm golden light and the childlike story told by my mother.
That was me when I was a child;
Holding a perfect test paper, I ran to tell my mother's children the good news.
It was me who was happy as a teenager;
Ordinary students who shuttle between knowledge and face teachers, classmates and homework every day,
It's me who is busy now.
It's me, the child who shuttles through the scenes, it's me.
The children at that time are all slim now.
The past has gradually blurred.
The past is like a warm sun, illuminating the bottom of my heart.
Grow, grow, we never stop growing,
Growth, growth, I hope we will go to Do not forget your initiative mind, sunshine all the way.
Growth, growth, we are like young eagles spreading their wings, trying to fly towards a higher and bluer sky!
Growth, we strive to grow,
Even if there are stormy waves ahead, keep going until you enter a warm harbor.
Grow up until bright eyes shine with wisdom; Until flexible fingers write wonderful articles. ...
Grow, grow,
Until I heard a word,
"Son, you have finally grown up!"
Modern poetry: growing up ii. The remote and backward Six Red Rivers.
A place where I look for my dreams.
A small mountain village decades ago
Light without electric lights.
Only kerosene lamps accompany the night.
I study hard under such conditions.
A glimmer of light appeared in the eastern sky.
Get up early without the call of an adult.
It is nothing more than to realize the dream in my heart.
Be admitted to an ideal school.
Change your destiny with your own efforts
Strive for the next stop.
Rural conditions are relatively backward.
Besides studying, I have to help adults.
It is a conventional way to carry water, firewood and mow grass.
You have to do it without an adult's arrangement
For the little dream in my heart
I also secretly take books with me when I do things.
That ignorant season
I've been looking for my dream.
Dream of the rising sun
I hope the Weaver Girl can knit a beautiful dress for me.
One day I can walk out of the mountains of my hometown.
Walk happily on the road to happiness
Comets pass six red rivers.
How wonderful the childhood dream is.
The waves of Liuchong River accompany my thoughts.
When I was looking for my dream, I was busy all day.
Maybe it's a blessing from God.
I finally reached the starting point of happiness.
Modern Poetry: Growth 3 We hide in the reflection of time,
Looking forward to the bud of the years,
Bump all the way,
But we firmly believe that,
If you dream, you won't be afraid.
Stop occasionally,
Have a cup of floating tea,
Looking back,
Say goodbye to the scars of the past.
If in our hearts,
Without a trace of worry,
In the past,
You can easily stay,
I just can't see where I've been.
Colorful fireworks in the night sky,
Brilliant moment, splendid years,
Mottled face,
Engraved with ignorant dreams,
After wiping away the tears,
Noisy about growing up.
My heart is getting more and more tired,
I have tasted the joys and sorrows of the world,
Now I find that there is no turning back,
I realized that everything was nothing.
And I thought,
In silence,
Crawl down and lower your head,
But I still can't escape the coffin of fate,
There is no better reason than giving up.
When we were naive children,
We can ask for nothing,
There is only one requirement for growth.
today，
When we really grow up,
Has become nothing.
In fact,
The ending is destined to be the same,
Even if there is another choice,
We are willing to let go,
Because we want nothing,
All I want is the feeling of growing up.
Modern Poetry: Four Meek Cats in Growth
Nest on the sofa and hold your breath.
Roses are poisonous
65438 February 2004
Mobile phone 00: 00 time
Embrace the beautiful image
The moon is a lonely eye
From the south wind
A group of people crying alone.
The poet said:
Only in this season.
Willow leaves are hazy.
Dawn breaks.
Golden eggs, in a black frying pan
Dance white ballet
God is like a cloud, and my heart flies.
Reminds me of my truest and best dream.
There is scenery in the fog.
Leave this place
Say goodbye sincerely.
Pinellia tuber
Lengqiu
Winter is very warm.
Last year was Yangchun.
Return-
Step on the field head
Waiting for snow
Planting oil-green wheat seedlings
My sober body
Moisturize and plump
i forgot
Wait for me to sprout!
Open the eyes of amnesia
A moment smile:
Who are you?
Irrevocable things
-Time
Grow gracefully:
Don't bother, my tenderness.
Modern Poetry: Growing Up 5 Occasionally Think of a Story
In my heart, there is not a ripple.
Passing by doesn't mean you won't think of it.
Instead, you can put it down with a smile
Growth is a journey to learn to face.
The ups and downs along the road
The obstacles in my heart are bumpy.
Don't flinch, face the morning sunshine.
Show your most sincere smile
Hard stones will soften.
I was young once.
Thoughts hold her hand. There will be eternity.
Think hard and struggle. Parents are not old.
When time passes before my eyes like an airflow
I just found out that I've been thinking about it.
Just, floating on the cold sea
A man who can't find his home has lost his way.
be desperate
Stop and come.
After the Spring Festival, age is engraved on every small tree.
Then swing in the wind
I can't believe I didn't feel it. autumn
Suddenly, it took my only thought.
Stop and come.
In the wind and frost, in the darkness.
I finally grew into a towering tree.
When I look at dusk,
Disappear in front of your eyes, leaving patches of dark red clouds.
It turns out that I am not who I used to be.
The past is over.
And tomorrow. It is another day.
Rising in the white sky
Modern Poetry: Growing Up 6 Life is a journey.
When you've been gone so long.
Looking back,
There are joys and sorrows.
Friends and enemies who walked together
Who is with you now?
What exactly do you look like?
Maybe sometimes cold and melancholy, maybe a little depressed.
Maybe all this is just because I'm not good at words.
In fact, I also care about things and people.
Just keep it in my heart in a stupid way.
Put those things that have touched the heart
Hidden in the heart where the sun can't shine.
Not because of meanness, but because of a person's memory.
When I was a child, I had many dreams and many hopes.
When I grow up, my dreams are gone and my hopes are gone.
Because you have to face the reality, right?
Cruel reality.
Not naive in fairy tales.
There is no romance in the novel.
What we must know is that life is reality.
Facing the reality, I can't see tomorrow.
The era of our ignorance is over.
Played, cried, fell, got up.
The pain left behind, the happiness left behind.
Consider it a memory.
Tomorrow, maybe tomorrow, we will think of the past and laugh it off.
After the rain stops, we must continue on our way.
Live for a lifetime, walk for a lifetime, and learn for a lifetime.
I am not afraid of mediocrity.
Even if it won't be the focus, it's best not to be a stain.
Go ahead in the wind and believe that there is happiness at the end of the road.
If tomorrow, if tomorrow, if tomorrow.
There is no if in this world.
Don't bow your head until you have experienced it.
Don't regret what you missed.
People are always looking for the conversion of faith in pain.
Fight for desire, fight for hope.
When your life ends, what will you leave behind?
Affection, righteousness,
When the door of reincarnation opens again, I just want to have no regrets in this life.
There is a Hamlet in everyone's heart.
No. 100%
Not hurting others is to protect others.
Smile tomorrow needs us to smile.
Even if there is no rainbow after the storm.
Smiling will set up a Hongqiao in everyone's heart.
Reality is approaching, and we are still immersed in dreams. Let's wake up quickly.
The road is crowded with pedestrians again.
This journey must continue.
There will be many things along the way.
People who care will always be with us.
Keep walking.
Modern Poetry: Cultivating a Young Seed
Just seeds.
But when spring comes,
With a hint of green
Fill in the colors of this season.
The air is fresh.
The taste of lemon
The mood is stable.
Stay in spring
Although I am an unknown little flower.
It also blooms in gorgeous colors.
The first flower this summer
Open in my ignorant heart
Because I am a dandelion.
I don't know where to stay.
Where is it?
So what if the wings are not hard?
I still want to spread my wings and fly
The power of youth
like splitting a bamboo
autumn rain
Come lightly.
Quiet as the wind
Clear water
Pale and traceless
The angel's wings have fallen.
There are more leaves on the ground.
Glorious past
Become an eternal memory
I'm used to it.
The flood of tears
Every time I look back,
The flowers are drifting away.
Lonely petals
Doomed to disaster
life
Like a plate of light sand
Drifting in the annual rings
Gone with the Wind
Never come back
How many decibels does the world sound?
How many tears are there in my lacrimal gland?
Tired
Then throw yourself into your arms and go to sleep gently.
Sleep till the flowers fall.
Still intoxicated with laughter
There is always loneliness.
That shallow sea
Also lost color.
in my eyes
The glory of the world has long been dim.
It is raining.
Or are you crying inside?
Modern Poetry: Growing Up 8 "Wow-"
With a cry, the world appeared the shadow of loss.
Big eyes staring at the water.
Looking at this strange world curiously.
She is very naughty.
When learning to walk
I just refused to let my mother help me.
Stumbling forward step by step.
There was a stubborn light in his eyes.
at school
Home is far from school.
Just in my mother's worried eyes
Climbed on the school bus silently.
"Mom-"
That's when she came back
The warmest words I've ever said.
When learning to ride a bike
Bells jingled in the car.
Crisp laughter
Illuminated her lonely childhood.
That year
She got carried away.
When landslides occur,
Directly hit the telephone pole.
A thrilling scene
Just in her memory.
Squeezed out a tiny gap.
Na Yue
She crept up the stairs.
In an unguarded moment
"Dong-"
Knock on the steps
Right on her little nose.
Left an ugly scar.
Nari
She slipped into the kitchen.
Sneak up on a delicious cake
"Ah-"
Accompanied by her shrill scream
A sharp blade
On her slender fingers.
Leave a white crescent moon.
In the early years
radiant smile
Like water in a year.
She leads a different life.
Different life
There is no time for pity.
Wear away her naughty and willfulness.
Years are affectionate.
Gave her courage and tenacity.
In this beautiful youth
She set a goal.
Strengthened the faith.
long life
She went through a lot of hardships.
Just for the beautiful dream in my heart
Modern Poetry: Growing up 9 changed the childish face,
We grow up gradually.
We are troubled by growth,
We have enriched our emotions in our growth.
All this,
Will be deeply imprinted on the journey of our lives.
Difficulties can't stop us from moving forward;
Frustration can't break our bright smile.
Although, we still cry,
For victory, for failure;
For sadness, for happiness.
Youth is a star,
We look up to their brilliance.
Youth is a melody,
We hummed with our hearts.
We are symbols of hope,
There is a breath of hope everywhere.
We have packed our bags and are ready.
Failure will only bring us the determination to struggle.
Obstruction will become the pleasure we pursue.
Although, we will fall,
One was caught off guard and the other was careless.
Growth, like a cup of green tea,
Bitter, but with endless sweetness.
Let's savor it slowly.
Modern Poetry: Growing up 10 1 We are all young and ignorant.
I don't know right and wrong, beauty and ugliness, right and wrong.
That's not our fault.
There is a little truth in being small.
2
There is still a long way ahead.
Walk slowly on the ground.
Don't let go of every roadside scenery.
Keep every move in your heart.
three
Growth path
Rugged and unpredictable.
It's beautiful, but it's also tempting.
May we seize the opportunity.
four
Weeds on the roadside
Although it is not very conspicuous.
But she has his tenacious vitality.
We were surprised.
five
Maybe just ordinary.
Only the most delicious.
The greatness of the world comes from the ordinary.
Essence comes from essence.
six
When I was young.
I always want to realize my dream when I grow up.
But I don't know how far I am from my dream.
The age of ignorance is always nostalgic.
seven
Remember that time?
I always like to make unnecessary sacrifices.
I think this is the right thing to do.
So my mother scolded me a lot.
eight
perhaps
We won't understand until we grow up.
You don't know how to cherish until you lose it
You don't know the taste until you grow up.
nine
Time is fair and just.
If you miss it, you won't come again.
The nagging students who felt the most annoying at that time
It will also be a memory forever.
10
Everyone is eager for success behind them.
Success became a dream.
What supports you most to realize it.
It's your parents
1 1
When dreams come true
You'll succeed.
The happiest thing is to support your parents.
See the smiles squeezed out of their wrinkles
I smiled
12
We may never know.
Behind our growth.
Pay the most, expect the most.
It is our parents.
13
The feelings of parents for their children in the world are sad.
Behind children's success
Without parental support.
But how much do their children know?
14
My parents are simple farmers.
Have the best heart in the world
Live the most ordinary life in the world.
Get close to this beautiful nature
15
Watch the sunrise and sunset every day
Listen to chickens, ducks and geese
Taste the ups and downs of farm life
Ordinary people live.
16
The day I remember.
A gust of wind swept through spring.
I smell the fragrance of spring.
Know that spring is coming.
17
After one night.
The wicker has softened.
Look at it, a new bud has grown.
Hehe, spring is really good.
18
I ran home excitedly.
Stumbling all the way
But I am full of happiness.
Anxious couldn't help speeding up the pace.
19
After arriving home
I couldn't help drinking the warm water my mother handed me.
I told her my wonderful story.
Mom said this stupid child.
20
I don't know if we are growing up in a hurry.
Is it ... or not
Forget it with me, too.
The silly self when I was a child.
2 1
Growing up is exciting.
You can forget the route
Unfortunately,
Grow up without forgetting the roots.