Author: The flash moment in Xi Murong's life is like running water.
Poetry is noumenon, without noumenon.
Deliberately review the murmur of water.
Whether it's a smile or a hug.
It has a very sweet rhyme.
Simple words go through canyons and forests
In any shade.
Listening to teenagers' dreams is like running water.
At the beginning of the year
Roll away
The fragrance of grass and earth.
I don't know where it is going.
Please stop at every epiphyllum in 1988 1 February1day.
For undercurrent fragrance
Stay in the distant night.
They say life is a cycle.
But epiphyllum is not.
Running water is not
Teenagers are blooming and flowing every minute.
Never was.
2. A modern poem about youth, youth
The bloom of youth makes me tired but I don't regret it.
The rain and snow in the four seasons make me ecstatic but haggard.
Soft wind, soft dreams, soft morning light.
Light clouds and light tears, light years.
With the joy of wandering, I will never come back.
When I was young, no one raised the bitterness of homesickness.
I want to snuggle up in every golden sunset.
Every transparent dewdrop washed away my sadness.
I met her in full bloom in the distant spring.
Like a beautiful fairy tale full of dazzling brilliance.
Allow me, song for you. I can't sleep every night.
Allow me to cry for you. I can fly freely in tears.
The sky in my dream is very big, and I am lying under your eyelashes.
There were many days in my dream, but I began to want to go home.
I will bury all my songs on that blue hillside.
Waiting for the day when they become world legends.
3. Modern poetry about children, dream childhood
I once asked smart stars,
I once asked the kind moon.
How long is the road to dreams?
I once asked the affectionate earth,
I once asked the warm sun.
How long is the road to dreams?
Childhood is a new green leaf,
Childhood is a budding bud,
Childhood is a blue sky,
Childhood is full of beautiful dreams.
I once asked smart stars,
I once asked the kind moon;
How long is the road to dreams?
I once asked the affectionate earth,
I once asked the warm sun.
How long is the road to dreams?
Childhood is a new green leaf,
Childhood is a budding bud,
Childhood is a blue sky,
Childhood is full of beautiful dreams.
I once asked smart stars,
I once asked the kind moon;
How long is the road to dreams?
I once asked the affectionate earth,
I once asked the warm sun.
How long is the road to dreams?
I once asked smart stars,
I once asked the kind moon.
How long is the road to dreams?
I once asked the affectionate earth,
I once asked the warm sun.
How long is the road to dreams?
Childhood is a new green leaf,
Childhood is a budding bud,
Childhood is a blue sky,
Childhood is full of beautiful dreams.
I once asked smart stars,
I once asked the kind moon;
How long is the road to dreams?
I once asked the affectionate earth,
I once asked the warm sun.
How long is the road to dreams?
Childhood is a new green leaf,
Childhood is a budding bud,
Childhood is a blue sky,
Childhood is full of beautiful dreams.
I once asked smart stars,
I once asked the kind moon;
How long is the road to dreams?
I once asked the affectionate earth,
I once asked the warm sun.
How long is the road to dreams?
Late rain and light smoke, dreamy vision, intermittent vision
People who are confused are also confused, and the stars in the sky shine.
Surrounded by mountains and waters, the beautiful scenery is vivid, and the old things are in front of us.
The outline of childhood image is presented one by one.
Long years, the years are ruthless and silent.
This is also the youth that Rush and the spring breeze sent away in the past.
Fate changes, confidence is endless, as before.
Innocent, innocent and cheerful.
Laugh in the sky, fly like a bird, sunset red.
Wandering around looking for flowers floating in the wind
Call mom a coquette and accompany me every night.
The charm of vague psychedelic is light.
Laugh in the sky, fly like a bird, sunset red.
The outline of childhood image is presented one by one.
A piece of true feelings, beautiful artistic conception, lucky girl.
No sadness, no hatred, no resentment, innocence and happiness.
Inch by inch, Chunhui misses her mother and silently sends her love.
When can I return to my arms again?
When I was a child, I met you in your hometown before dawn.
You and I will always have the same idea.
When can I see you again in your hometown before dawn?
I will also think of you here every night and every morning.
When I was a child, you and I went to the buildings in pairs.
Do you want me to pick some flowers for you and put them on your lapel?
When can I walk down the street with you again?
Every time I see wild flowers, I think of you.
When I was a child, I climbed the moon with you.
You said you wanted me to hang my heart in the sky.
When can I fight you again and fly to the moon and stars?
Every time I see the stars, I think of you.
When I was young, I carved my heart into a flower tree with you.
You said two spoony people would keep watching.
When can I walk with you to Huashu again?
Let's see if these two hearts will face each other forever.
* * * You were childhood friends, but you never change your mind.
How many happy hours I spent with you, just friends.
* * * You meet every day and stay together forever.
It is not easy to have fun with you every day.
Innocent love for in my heart forever.
Help each other in distress and difficulties
I haven't forgotten my childhood.
May you all stay the same and always encourage each other.
4. Modern Poetry Describing Children >
snowflake
It's the little angel pulling the pillow
Shake off goose feathers
Scatter all over the floor
snowflake
Is the mother of the sky.
Cotton wool is leased to the earth.
So it can make a warm quilt.
snowflake
It's Santa Claus
A gift for us.
I wish every child health and happiness.
Children's painting in mountain villages
Qiu Yidong
The cloud is the protagonist of the picture.
Let the sunshine show its appearance.
Warm, cold.
Floating over the stream.
The tree is the protagonist of this painting.
Let the wind smear its rings.
A large sum, a small sum.
Ye's eyes are looking at the surrounding cliffs.
Earth is the protagonist of the picture.
Let fantasy show its wealth.
A foot deep, a foot shallow.
The mountain road is full of autumn fragrance.
childhood
Guohui Huang
When am I still scratching my cheeks?
Look up at my father's face.
These ruts have been through the years.
ponder
The splendid carriage of time roared by.
Full of my naive dreams
When am I still kneeling on my mother's knee?
The story in my ear flows like a mountain spring
The touch of the breeze is a hypnotic song.
While I was sleeping.
The body floated in the clouds.
When will I still hold the kite's hand?
Lying on the green court
Ants climbed up my nose.
Stamp your feet and complain about me.
Collapsed its new house.
When do I expect the class outing?
Pots, pots and basins are necessary luggage.
Make a fire and look forward to an attractive meal.
The raindrops unexpectedly bore fruit.
You can only associate them with laughter.
Taste together
It's the little angel pulling the pillow
Shake off goose feathers
Scatter all over the floor
snowflake
Is the mother of the sky.
Cotton wool is leased to the earth.
So it can make a warm quilt.
snowflake
It's Santa Claus
A gift for us.
I wish every child health and happiness.
Children's painting in mountain villages
Qiu Yidong
The cloud is the protagonist of the picture.
Let the sunshine show its appearance.
Warm, cold.
Floating over the stream.
The tree is the protagonist of this painting.
Let the wind smear its rings.
A large sum, a small sum.
Ye's eyes are looking at the surrounding cliffs.
Earth is the protagonist of the picture.
Let fantasy show its wealth.
A foot deep, a foot shallow.
The mountain road is full of autumn fragrance.
childhood
Guohui Huang
When am I still scratching my cheeks?
Look up at my father's face.
These ruts have been through the years.
ponder
The splendid carriage of time roared by.
Full of my naive dreams
When am I still kneeling on my mother's knee?
The story in my ear flows like a mountain spring
The touch of the breeze is a hypnotic song.
While I was sleeping.
The body floated in the clouds.
When will I still hold the kite's hand?
Lying on the green court
Ants climbed up my nose.
Stamp your feet and complain about me.
Collapsed its new house.
When do I expect the class outing?
Pots, pots and basins are necessary luggage.
Make a fire and look forward to an attractive meal.
The raindrops unexpectedly bore fruit.
You can only associate them with laughter.
Taste together
5. A poem describing the warmth and handsomeness of a teenager (modern poem). Wow! ~ it's really the season of love! ~ romantic! ~ the faint warm smile of teenagers I still miss the simple campus when I am an adult, all because of your faint warm smile. I still remember the way you played basketball, smiling vaguely. At that time, you were warm, you smiled at me and admitted that your heart was beating. At that time, you took care of us, and we clasped our fingers and said those admirable vows in the breeze, but when you left, I still couldn't help crying. You have been here for several years, but I have remembered it in my life for decades. That love seems to be frozen. I will laugh when you laugh, but I won't remember when you cry, and I will always fall behind. I will remember that a teenager once gave me a mint smile. I use your smile as my courage to live. Am I still not brave enough? Pale blue smile, distant sky, flickering seems to be centuries of cold and pale blue smile at the corners of the mouth. The long light of life lit in the lighthouse in your heart is the source of your light blue smile, and it is also the indifference that you are used to tears and bitterness. Looking at the innocent white smile of your peers, you used to be so eager to have it, but your dream will never be equal to reality, just like your mother's tears will never stop in front of you. Your inner confusion will be ridiculed countless times more deeply. You want to have other people's fears. Looking straight at you, naively thinking that this may be the best gift in the world. When that day really came, you finally spoke. The truest smile in your life is not a trace of blue, but always the only white moment. That was the first time you were praised by others. Maybe a little touch of the heart will open the consciousness of a lifetime. Since then, you have become a teenager who is highly valued by everyone. Your Excellence is only a temporary relaxation of a broken family, so your smile begins to change color thousands of times, and dark blue, blue and light blue alternate and finally turn into constant light blue, which is the precipitation of your life and the keynote of your premature life. But the morning star brought a light blue sky. Tomorrow, dreams and wishes will dilute the light blue in your smile.
6. Write a modern poem about juvenile poetry in three paragraphs, and pay attention to the rhyme-those blue years.
Youth looks a little silent and thin.
Deep and shallow fragrance
The end is infinite scenery.
It's just a lifetime of desolation
That kind of faint sadness, I just know that kind of fragrance.
The appearance of youth is unbridled and undisguised.
A little confused
Even if it is the emotional injury of teenagers.
After all, this is a dream.
That shallow vicissitudes of life, a time gone forever.
The emergence of youth, such a simple dream.
keep sth as it is
From hometown to other places
Where are you going?
Does that boy still have no vicissitudes of life when he smiles?