Poems describing childhood memories! Urgent! ! !

Childhood vaguely remembers childhood, that hazy memory, singing and laughing in the morning glow, chasing and playing in the evening clouds, always wanting to pick the moon from the treetops and cherish the stars in the sky. How strange childhood thoughts are. Are so naive and naughty, are so naive and naughty, have their own little secrets, have their own happiness. As time goes by, people grow up, and old friends go their separate ways for their livelihood and walk in the vast sea of people. The cicada on the banyan tree by the pond in childhood is crying loudly. In summer, only butterflies stop on the swing beside the playground. The teacher's chalk is still creaking on the blackboard. Childhood welfare society has everything, just a game of waiting for class to end. There is not a dime in the pocket. Zhuge Shiro and the Magic Party, who grabbed the sword? Why haven't the boys in the next class passed by my window yet? I didn't know my first childhood until I went to bed. I only did a little homework. I didn't know my book until after the exam. I haven't read for an inch. Teacher Jin said that an inch of time is an inch of gold. No one knows why the sun always sets on the other side of the mountain. No one can tell me whether there is a god living in the mountains. Many days, I always face the sky alone. I am so curious in a daze that I fantasize about such a lonely childhood. Dragonflies are flying in the sun, and green rice fields, watercolors, crayons and kaleidoscopes can't be painted. When will the rainbow grow up like a senior classmate's mature face? Looking forward to holidays, childhood growth, day after day, childhood growth. I once asked the clever star, and I once asked the kind moon. How long is the road to dreams? I once asked the affectionate earth, the warm sun, how long the dream road is. Childhood is a newborn green leaf, a budding bud, a blue sky and a beautiful dream. I once asked the clever star, and I once asked the kind moon. How long is the road to dreams? I once asked the affectionate earth and the warm sun. How long is the road to dreams? Childhood is a newborn green leaf, a budding bud, a blue sky and a beautiful dream. I once asked the clever stars and the kind moon. How long is the road to dreams? I once asked the affectionate earth, the warm sun, the clever stars and the kind moon. I once asked the affectionate earth, the warm sun, how long the dream road is. Childhood is a newborn green leaf, a budding bud, a blue sky and a beautiful dream. I once asked the clever star, and I once asked the kind moon. How long is the road to dreams? I once asked the affectionate earth and the warm sun. How long is the road to dreams? Childhood is a newborn green leaf, a budding bud, a blue sky and a beautiful dream. I once asked the clever stars and the kind moon. How long is the road to dreams? I have asked the passionate earth, and I have asked the warm sun. How long is the road to dreams? The night rain is light smoke, dreamy and blurred. People are also confused. The stars are shining in the sky, and the mountains and rivers are full of vitality and beautiful. Old things are presented in the outline of childhood. The years bid farewell to the past mercilessly and silently, the spring breeze is clean and flawless, and the fate has become more confident. Just like the innocent life in the past, the sky is cheerful and laughing, birds fly and the sun shines red. Looking for flowers floating in the wind, I called my mother a coquetry, and I stayed with my bed every night, vaguely psychedelic and laughing. Birds and flowers are singing in the sky, and the sun is setting, and the outline of my childhood image is presented one by one. Fortunately, girls have no worries, no hatred, no resentment, innocence and happiness. I miss my mother silently. When can I return to my arms? When will I see you in your hometown before dawn? When will you and I be together with your hometown forever? I miss you every night before dawn. When I was a child, I went to the building in pairs with you. When can I go to the building with you again? Every time I see wild flowers, I miss you. I fought with you when I was a child and wanted to climb the moon. You said you wanted me to hang my heart in the sky. When can I fight with you again? I miss you every time I see stars. When I was young, I would carve my heart into a flower tree. You said that. After two infatuations, I will always see when I can walk to the flower tree with you again and see if these two hearts are always opposed. * * * You met in childhood, and how many happy hours I spent with you were just bosom friends. Simple * * * You meet you every day, and I have never changed when I spend happy time with you. * * * Every day is not simple and innocent. Love is always in my heart. If there are troubles and difficulties, help each other shoulder to shoulder. I have never forgotten my childhood past.