Poetry about childhood self-creation

1. A self-created poem "Ballad" about childhood-dedicated to my neighbor's sister. Can I still hold your hand when we grow up? Just like when I was a child, you held my hand and held a doll, and my little hands were covered with mud. Sister, I want to take you to the stars. We're not going to that place. I hold your hand and run, just like when I was a child, we held hands and I stepped on flowers. Our hands were covered with mud and all the dolls were lost-my sister was sitting.

Put your head between your knees and count the stars in the sky. I counted the wild flowers on the ground. My little hands can't catch the wild flowers scattered all over the floor. Sister, you said you were tired. You told me to sit down, too Sister, you said that the earth is full of stars and the sky is full of wild flowers. I look at you: Sister, can I still hold your hand when we grow up? You laughed at your brother unexpectedly ... your hands were covered with mud. 06.4. 17 was created by someone. If it does not meet the requirements of the landlord, please contact me.

2. Create a poem about childhood.

I remember just going out.

A novel world came into view.

What a beautiful sound that is.

What a lovely butterfly that is.

I remember when I first entered kindergarten.

I can't leave toys all over the floor.

How new is that doll?

What a creative handicraft that is.

I remember just putting on my schoolbag.

A kind teacher

A classmate worthy of heart-to-heart communication

They all welcomed me like that.

Ah!

Childhood!

Why do you pass so fast?

Ah!

Childhood!

Why did you leave me like this?

Ah!

Childhood!

You are very happy.

retrospective

A bosom friend who has brought me countless knowledge and fun!