Modern Poetry of Childhood Life

First, the "childhood" reflected by the sunset, naive laughter on the green; In the snowflake dance, holding hands in the carnival; When osmanthus plays, there is a simple pursuit of holding hands in the dust fragrance, and there is clear and transparent laughter floating in the stream. Years evaporate gently like water, and childhood precipitates quietly like gold. In the depths of the world, childhood shines with flames, calling from a distance ...? Second, "Childhood Memories" childhood memories, the most beautiful time, pistachios on the journey. The memory of childhood, the enlightenment of life, the pure water of the soul. Bit memory, time is fixed. Collected in the warehouse of memory, left in the projection room of life. Modern poetry about childhood. Appreciate, aftertaste. Thirdly, "Recalling Childhood" also recalls the romantic time when I was a child and learned to recite poems at the window. Chase butterflies after school and think about dragonflies carefully. Pull out the eggs and branches to scare the birds, and catch them late in the stream. Who can solve the problem of flat-headed dyeing silk when the child's heart is still alive? 4. When cicadas are singing, the memories of childhood flood into the schoolbag. You can give up the shade for a while and watch the ants move. Looking for coolness is the most beautiful comfort in summer. Dip your feet in the cool stream and dream of the distant sky and beach. The beauty of the sea will always make you forget your way home. On a summer night, snuggle next to grandma's cattail leaf fan and shake it to drive a bright moon into your dream. 5. How many expectations, how many thoughts, how many passionate feelings. I used to wear a small military uniform and spread excitement and joy all over the campus. After several beatings, trials and hardships, I know what is difficult. The future is not all Ma Pingchuan, and the ideal is by no means sweet talk. A few surprises, a few revels, and after the storm, it will be sunny. The expectation of childhood has finally come true, and the glorious years will not be far away. Sixth, "June, Grafting Childhood Dreams" The mountains are green, and the winding streams nourish the distant cold mountains, entering and leaving the stone paths and the depths of white clouds. When I grew up, I used to worship magic pens and horses. Now, my daughter's landscape, flowers and birds are sitting on the porch of Heshi Normal University, and her childhood dreams are like hibiscus coming out of the water. In June, she follows day by day, rippling with treasures.