Content poems of childhood handwritten newspapers

In the warm sunshine of childhood, cuckoo is laughing and crying, poplar's hands are shaking with the wind, and childish songs are wandering in the running water. In this way, happy years are flowing in the green birch forest, and insects are whispering. White dandelions exude beautiful flower caps, and friends are running in the wind. The intoxicating time is like this. There are fish playing by the gurgling stream, and greasy grass is swinging soft and lovely lines. This is the joy of childhood. Let's walk away silently and hold the raindrops of childhood together. We hope our childhood can last forever in the fields of spring. The pure white clouds are our happy past, the abundance of the lake is our true feelings, and the dew-like laughter is stirring in the air. Envy me, white clouds and blue sky? Jealous of me, breeze and raindrops? We were deeply moved by the glory of this childhood. A wonderful childhood. A wonderful childhood. I have seen your shadow in my dream, and my childhood poems reverberate in my heart. The sunshine is tender and innocent, and a candy can make me happy for a long time. Have you ever thought about the time when you looked at the blue sky outside the window when you were a child, and you and I used to play with each other in the flowers and green leaves? I can't see my childhood clearly when I grow up. Those children who used to run around barefoot occasionally looked up at the smiling face of the sun, leaving only busyness and loneliness around them.