"Childhood"
Huang Guohui
When did I still hold my cheeks
Looking up at my father's face
The ruts worn by the years
Meditating
The carriage of time roars in
Full of my innocent dreams
When was I still lying at my mother’s knees
The stories in my ears flowed like mountain springs
The caress of the breeze was a hypnotic ditty
In my sleep
My body is in the clouds
Swaying leisurely
When did I still hold the hand of the kite
Lying down on the green court< /p>
The ants crawled up my nose
Stomped their feet and complained about me
Crushed their wedding chamber
When will I still hope? Excursions with the class
Pots and pans are essential luggage
Light a fire and look forward to tempting meals
Raindrops arrive unexpectedly< /p>
Results
You can only taste them together with laughter
This poem recalls the carefree and happy life of childhood from different angles and depicts that period of childhood. A time full of innocence and fun that is nostalgic and unforgettable.
The first paragraph describes a childhood full of fantasy from the perspective of admiring his father, flying freely with the wings of imagination. As time goes by, he grows up slowly, but his father becomes older and older.
The second paragraph, from the perspective of being grateful to the mother, describes how the mother's love has turned into a mountain spring of stories, flowing gurglingly to accompany her in her dreams and growth.
The third paragraph recalls the fun of flying a kite on the court from the perspective of childhood games, lying on the court and crushing the ant nest.
The last paragraph recalls the past outings of childhood classes from the perspective of group activities. The children made their own fires to cook, and their interest continued even when it rained.
The whole poem is straightforward and clear in emotion, and the narrative is vivid and vivid. It describes the colorful life of childhood from different angles, as well as the fantasies, joys and sorrows of the past. The poetry and childlike innocence blend together, making the readers Produces *whispers.