6. 1 Children's Day Poetry or Prose

I vaguely remember the innocence of our childhood.

Our simple and honest smile and simple appearance.

A lot about our childhood.

When we were still in infancy

It is the mother's careful care that makes us grow up.

When we play,

It is the company of our partners that enriches us.

When we first entered school.

Accompanied by our growth are teachers and classmates.

Childhood is like the blue sky.

So beautiful and free

Childhood is like warm sunshine.

So bright and warm

Childhood is like a rainbow after rain.

So colorful

Childhood is like a pair of white wings

So powerful and strong

Messy hair, worn-out clothes and a nasty nose that hasn't come yet

A face full of sweat and dirt

This is our childhood.

Full of happiness and freedom.