Modern Poetry Appreciates Childhood Memories

In our daily study, work and life, everyone has heard or used some classic poems, which can naturally move people by language. There are many kinds of poems, you know? The following is an appreciation of my modern poetry collection and childhood memories. Welcome to read the collection.

childhood memories

In the memory of childhood

The one with hometown.

I don't know.

How old is this old house?

Always squatting

warm

Taiyangdili

That's out of date

The appearance of

And often appear in

In my dream.

In the memory of childhood

On the roof of my house.

That?

Just hatched.

Can't fly yet

Little swallow

Carelessness/carelessness/carelessness

Lying on the ground

It's me again.

carefully

enumerate sb's merits

And send it back to the nest

In the memory of childhood

There are me and those in the village.

Little friends

Go to the village head together.

Touch the fish in the river.

I always put

What did we catch?

The smallest ones.

Sneaking around again

Put it back in the water.

In the memory of childhood

What about the one next door?

My age.

girl

Her big eyes

round face

Long braid

And that pouting mouth

but I

The way you lose your temper.

deeply

Hidden in my dream ...

Yilian childhood

In the warm spring breeze,

White clouds wander in the sky,

The bright green willow branches are floating in the wind,

The gurgling stream winds and flows,

There are childhood figures on the grass,

The partners bathed in sunshine,

There is a childish singing,

Singing in the willows,

Floating across rivers and ridges,

Across the sky,

Without sadness and trouble,

Innocent,

Carefree,

There is a smile on the young face.

We ran on the shore,

Fish play and chase,

The grass stretches gracefully in the water,

Cuckoo leisurely hovering in the air,

Sing about our childhood,

Maybe we are jealous of the beauty of childhood.

Willow trees are lush,

There are insects whispering in the forest,

The wild flowers in the grass are smiling.

Childhood photos have not faded,

The pen still outlines my childhood dream.

Lying on the soft grass at night,

The moon is high,

Staring at the night sky,

Want to see through the universe,

Friends count the stars,

Tell each other beautiful fairy tales.

Childhood is so beautiful,

She used to be far away,

That's great. Childhood,

She is the simplest past,

The beauty of childhood is the dawn of life.

She led us to grow sturdily,

Childhood is colorful and unforgettable.

She is the most charming fragrance in the journey!