Modern Poetry Celebrating Children's Day on June 1st

In life, work and study, everyone has seen many classic poems. Different poems have different language styles, characteristics and skills. Then the question is, what kind of poetry is classic? The following is my collection of modern poems celebrating Children's Day for reference only. Welcome to reading.

1, Modern Poetry Celebrates June 1st

Adults are childlike.

Dream of going back to childhood.

Real children are anxious.

Always thinking about the day when I grow up.

The world is really wonderful.

Old and young are upside down.

We old children

Once happy, floating in the wind.

No more imagination

It has become as luxurious as jewelry.

It's no longer childish talk.

Be careful everywhere.

Life is heavy.

There is an increasing shadow area at any time.

Sweep a corner

More futures await you.

Flip through childhood

I also have a happy June 1st.

2. Modern poetry to celebrate Children's Day on June 1st

Forever childhood in memory

When I was a child, my mother told me

When you grow up, you can go far away.

Go a long way in life.

Travel all over Qian Shan.

I was looking forward to it.

Looking forward to growing up soon.

When you grow up, you can be like an adult.

Go far away

Go a long way in life.

Travel all over Qian Shan.

Childhood childhood

Forever childhood in memory

Often appear in my dreams.

It's beautiful and warm.

It's pure

Happy, too.

Forever childhood in memory

When I was a child, my mother told me

When you grow up, you can go far away.

Go a long way in life.

Travel all over Qian Shan.

I was looking forward to it.

Looking forward to growing up soon.

When you grow up, you can be like an adult.

Go far away

Go a long way in life.

Travel all over Qian Shan.

Childhood childhood

Forever childhood in memory

Often appear in my dreams.

It's beautiful and warm.

It's pure

Happy, too.

3. Modern Poetry Celebrating Children's Day on June 1st

Red egg

Soaked all the love of my mother.

Wearing homespun clothes.

This is dad's holiday reward.

My Children's Day

brief and clear

Mediocre, not worthy of attention, lacking charm

In June, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant.

The bright sunshine covers the earth.

The red scarf reflects the smiling face.

The children are in high spirits.

Sing beautifully

Dance boldly.

My Children's Day

Happiness is boundless.

Happiness is boundless.

4. Modern Poetry Celebrating Children's Day on June 1st

I want to live in a world that will never grow up.

People are naive and kind, and don't hurt each other.

Even if you quarrel, you will make up soon.

Even if you cry, it will stop soon.

In the bedroom, in the playground, by the river.

Stacked with our toys.

The sky is blue and the earth is white.

Wherever you go, there are small windmills.

Little wooden horse, little flower

Show a shy smile

The world today is depressing.

I don't like it This cannot be changed.

Especially when time sends us to youth.

Step into middle age and old age

We live a hard life and enjoy it.

There is only one night every year.

For short-term profligacy.

There is only one night every year.

Think of distant things

Opposed to moving, eclipsed.

5. Modern Poetry Celebrating Children's Day on June 1st

A good father is great, great,

Everyone praises work and study.

The child followed him into the street,

Beautiful enough to stand out.

People say, look at their children,

What a glorious father.

A good father must love his mother the most,

Homework is always in a hurry,

Washing clothes, buying vegetables, cooking,

Take the children to clean the house.

His hands are dexterous and clever,

Can make the broken radio talk.

A good father has the most stories in his stomach.

Like a small river, it never ends.

The child pricked up his ears,

Deng Yuan also opened his eyes and mouth.

No matter how many strange questions the children ask,

He can patiently answer one by one.

A good dad never makes faces,

My face is always full of smiles.

He always said that young trees should grow straight,

Pruning and branching must be done frequently.

His words are like a beautiful tune,

Gently floating on the lake of children's hearts.

Ah, such a father,

Everyone will say that he is a good father.

Because he used his own actions,

Teach children how to be human,

With the rain and dew of love,

Dye each bud green.

6. Modern Poetry to Celebrate Children's Day

sunshine boy

Sunshine memory

Sunny years

You are like sunshine.

Sunlight bakes memories.

The earth laughs at the footsteps of the four seasons.

Only reincarnation

show one's teeth

Struggling to turn the body.

Time has a sly face.

Have fun.

now

Can't hear the whisper of the south wind.

I can't hear you.

Peter from Xia Chan floats here.

Only hear

The soft language of mother calling her son home.

Naruan jade

Like Wu Nong's soft language

Such as the sound of nature.

Chen Jiao's meaning is complicated.

Eagerness contains expectation.

There is no gray in a teenager's heart.

Just because of my mother.

That loving chat

also

An exhortation that invades the corner of the soul

It is also because of the question mark on the exercise book that there is doubt.

And because of the girl he secretly loves.

That sweet smile

Like a blooming rose.

Bright and rich

This is a scene of a teenager's first love.

This is the only scene left.

40 years old

At the beginning, the boy's heart

7. Modern Poetry to Celebrate Children's Day

The green treetops are shining with golden light,

The square has become an ocean!

A group of barefoot children are in the water,

Happy as a fairy.

Little brother stepped on the water hard,

How high is the splash?

He shouted: Sister, be careful, slip!

He just ran away!

He patted his muddy pants,

Mouth said: bad!

And his happy red face,

But it exudes excitement and pride.

My little sister has two short pigtails,

Follow these muddy pants closely,

She bit her lip,

Grab the skirt,

Run gently and carefully,

I wish I could.

What a beautiful fall!

8. Modern Poetry Celebrating Children's Day on June 1st

Sitting on the swing of childhood

Up and down

Swing away the troubles in my heart

Swing away the happiness of childhood.

Sit on a board

Looking at the spinning sky in the field of vision.

The wind whistled in my ears.

Hands behind your back

Push out a blue sky

The children's laughter

Bare feet

Transparent marbles

Reflect an exaggerated smiling face

Hen's arms

Protect the chicken behind you.

Mud splashed on a pair of small feet.

Stir up water

Happy game

In children's childhood

Burning and shining