Poems about missing childhood 1. Poems and songs about missing childhood
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Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so I slept soundly and didn't consume wine.
Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there.
Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin.
Dianjiangchun
Lonely boudoir, one inch sad and tender. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.
Leaning against the post is just not in the mood! Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken.
Li Qingzhao, a piece of plum
Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn.
Gently untie Luo Shang,
Alone in the blue boat.
Who sent the brocade book?
When the word goose came back,
The west building is full of moons.
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles.
A kind of acacia,
Two luxury.
I can't eliminate this situation,
Just frown,
But in my heart.
Jiao Shan (Li Shangyin)
Never wear a long rope,
It's hard to hate water when it goes to the clouds.
If you want to buy the sea from Magu,
A cup of spring dew is as cold as ice.
Linjiang county Yang Shen
The Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away heroes. Success or failure has turned empty, the green hills are still there, and the sunset is a few degrees red.
The white-haired hermit by the river has long been used to the changes of time. A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet, and many things in ancient and modern times are paid in a joke.
Li Yu's Ci "Wu Ye Tune"
Hualin thanked Chunhong and left in a hurry, but the cold rain came early and the wind came late, and the tears were intoxicating. When will it be heavy? Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.
Once the youth is gone, it will never come again, and you will never see the arrival of the next day. Encourage yourself in time, time waits for no one. Tao Qian
Can't you see that the Yellow River flows into the ocean all over the world and never comes back? Can't you see that the lovely lock in the mirror of the high hall, although it is silky black in the morning, turns into snow at night. -Li Bai
Heaven and earth, the journey of all things; Time flies and generations have passed. -Li Bai
Life is like a blink of an eye, just suddenly. -Zhuangzi
Flowers still bloom every year, but they are different from year to year. Liu Xiyi
Time flies and makes people old, and the sun and the moon run like teenagers. -Great.
It passed like this, day and night! Confucius
Tomorrow follows tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows. I will wait for tomorrow, and everything will be wasted. If the world is tired tomorrow, it will go to Qiu Lai as a veteran in spring. Watch the water flow eastward and the sunset at dusk. A hundred years tomorrow can be geometric, please listen to my song of tomorrow. (Wen Jia "Tomorrow Song")
The Yellow River flows east and the white sunset sets in the west. Passing through Sichuan, drifting and not treating each other. -Li Bai
Flowers bloom again and people are no longer young. -Guan Hanqing
2. What are the ancient poems that miss "childhood"?
The ancient poems that miss "childhood" are:
1. "On the Pool" Tang Bai Juyi
A child propped up the boat and secretly picked the white lotus back. He didn't know how to hide the trail. The duckweed on the water left a boat on the trail.
2. "Village Residence" is lofty and lofty
In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.
The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.
3. "See" Qing Yuan Mei "
Cowboys ride on the backs of oxen, and songs echo in the forest. Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently.
4. Children Fishing Tang
A child with unkempt hair and immature face is learning to fish by the river. He is sitting sideways in the grass, and his shadow is set off by weeds.
Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by.
5. "Shepherd Boy" Huang Song Ting Jian
Riding an ox is far beyond a thousand villages, and the flute wind is obliquely separated from the dragon.
How many Chang 'an fame and fortune guests, organ failure is not as good as jun.
6. "Ornamental Fish" Tang Bai Juyi
Like children fishing, walk around the pool and watch the fish swim.
A person who loves fish has different hearts, so I will give you a hook.
7. "Tian Jia" Fan Song Chengda
Farming during the day, weaving at night, and the children in the village are in charge.
Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
8. "Flower Shadow" Song Sushi
On the platform of Yao, I made several phone calls but couldn't get through.
In the evening when the sun went down, Hua Ying just retired, but the moon rose again and Hua Ying appeared again.
Modern poetry about "nostalgia for childhood";
If you really want to trace the source,
Childhood may disappear in an afternoon.
That summer was hot and dry.
I didn't notice how time slipped away.
That blowing green leaf
Paper flowers that will not wither in winter
That little bird that flies around forever
And that paper that can't be finished anyway.
They're all gone.
Leave simply, suddenly and without memory.
I don't understand. My pace is slow.
Or am I never willing to change?
I hope my pace is slow.
So that we can stop safely and watch them go further and further.
Until I found that I could no longer see the world through the eyes of a child.
Only then did I understand how natural it was to lose my childhood.
I miss my childhood poems.
Beitaoyuan
The years are getting colder,
My hometown is idle.
On a cold night,
This desire,
Go to the Woods,
Go to the farmland.
Take the corn stalk,
Hide and seek,
Playboy is very stubborn.
The north wind blows,
Snowflakes fall,
Happy and carefree.
At the foot of Langya Mountain,
Is my hometown,
My cradle.
Shili Golden Beach,
Shili Taoyuan.
With the wind and rain,
How many years?
The hardest thing to forget is,
During the summer vacation:
In the shade,
Catch cicadas.
Inside the pond:
Play with each other,
Pick lotus flowers.
By the sea:
In the face of rough waves,
Sail,
Swing fishing boat.
In the fishing song:
At night,
Forget it.
How much hope is there in the dream?
Looking at home,
Affectionate
My hometown has beautiful scenery,
The water in my hometown is sweet.
When is the triumph?
4. Ancient poems about missing childhood
Li Bai's long career
My hair barely covers my forehead. I am picking flowers and paying by my door.
When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles and throw your childhood.
We live in an alley in Qingkan. We are all young and happy.
When I was fourteen, I became your wife, and I was too shy to laugh.
I bowed my head and went to the dark corner, unwilling to pay attention to your thousands of calls.
But at the age of fifteen, I raised my eyebrows and laughed, knowing that no dust can seal our love.
Even to death, I will wait for you in my post, and I will not lose heart in the silent watchtower.
When I was sixteen years old, you embarked on a long journey, crossing the Qingtang Canyon full of rocks and swirling water.
Then the fifth month, I couldn't help it anymore. I tried to listen to the monkeys in your distant sky.
I looked at the place where you walked, your footprints in front of our door, each hidden under the green moss.
Hiding under the moss is too deep to sweep away, and the first autumn wind adds leaves.
Yellow butterflies in August, hovering in the grass of our West Garden in pairs.
Because of all this, my heart is broken, and I am worried that my bright cheeks will fade.
Oh, finally, when you come back through three Pa areas, send me a message home in advance! .
I'll pick you up, and I won't mind the distance, all the way to Sha Changfeng.
I saw you, my love, riding a bamboo horse, trotting around in high school and throwing green plums. So this is the origin of childhood friends, very touching.
5. Famous sentences about missing childhood
A famous saying about missing childhood: 1. Remember your childhood, and hide this innocent and immature memory that will never grow up in your heart, in that place called innocence.
2. Until now, I can still remember the scene of watching the moon when I was a child and the countryside under the moonlight. But there is a little myth that the moon will always follow us. Is it illusion or reality? It can be said that it is both an illusion and a reality.
Because we know that there is only one moon, everyone thinks that the moon follows us, which is an illusion; But when the moon is with us, we feel that the moon is unique and shines only for me. It's true. The fond memories of childhood are like seashells on the beach, which can be picked up endlessly and countless.
In my childhood memory, what impressed me the most was the friendship between friends. 4. Childhood is the truth in dreams, the dream in reality, and the tearful smile when recalling.
Childhood, the first stop of the car, you stand by and watch the budding willow trees and all the beautiful things in spring. You don't need to be disturbed by anything else. At this stop, you have gained pure happiness and pure friendship between friends. You can run carefree in the childhood Woods and catch fish and shrimp in the clear stream. In short, you will find the beauty of the world at this stop, which will be the most beautiful and beautiful thing you will find in your life. 6. Childhood is like a boat, bearing innocence and happiness. 7. The days of blue sky and white clouds, comfortable air and bright sunshine, teachers hovering around the classroom and girls being drummed twice are gone forever.
Watching two episodes of cartoons can make you happy for one night, and your childhood with hope for life is gone forever. Those days when he was not free, but full of longing for the future, have gone away from him.
6. Sentences describing nostalgia for childhood
Sentences that miss childhood
1, I really don't understand the world now. I seem to know something about the old world masters. Poets like to live in seclusion, and I really want to live in seclusion. Because today's society is really complicated and chaotic. Really tired. Intrigue against each other. Live for money, die for money? Is it interesting? Just enough. I feel sorry for that kind of person. Why are there so many unpleasant things in life? I was really naive when I was a child. Now I gradually understand. All this. Everything. Everything. Heaven and earth. The root of all evil comes from one money. Can't we be happy? Life is just a few decades. Don't work so hard to make money, okay? Stop and look back. Think about now. Childhood is really beautiful/innocent. Happy. There is no time. Carefree, innocent.
2, but we took the opportunity to make trouble in the crowd and make small moves. Sometimes, I just get under an adult's crotch. If adults close their legs, it will be out of luck. That's really interesting. My skull is stuck, and I am in a dilemma. With a wave of my hand and a swing of my leg, I feel worse than an overturned tortoise.
Childhood is the most splendid color in memory. My father is holding colorful kites, and my mother is sending me milky milk. Childhood is the most beautiful voice in memory. It's a squeaky windmill bought at the temple fair, and it's a quacking duckling made by grandpa himself. Childhood is a stream flowing with joy; Childhood is a sweet song; Childhood is my eternal memory.
4. The footprint of childhood is unforgettable. In the dense trees, cicadas are calling for summer. Only the butterfly stops on the swing at the tip of the blade; The teacher's chalk on the blackboard is still chattering; On the way to school, the children left a string of laughter; Naughty children are still playing in the river, but they forget their parents' worries. ...
Six years ago, I was an innocent child, snuggling up to my parents and walking into the campus with longing for my alma mater and admiration for my teachers. In the past six years, I have been taught cultural knowledge at my alma mater, which has made me suck the showers of knowledge like a sponge and instilled me with knowledge and morality. You also taught me the truth of being a man, let me learn what is tolerance, what is tolerance and what is generosity; For six years, my alma mater has given me so much, and my kindness is like the sea. How can I forget easily?
6. Everyone has a colorful childhood, and everyone has a different childhood. Childhood, carefree; Childhood, innocence; Childhood is like a beautiful jade; White and flawless.
7. Childhood is like a palette, which keeps turning and turning, bringing up my colorful memories: childhood is like a Rubik's cube, turning and turning gently, turning out my joys and sorrows.
8. Childhood is like a music score, which composes one interesting thing after another. Childhood is a rainbow after rain, a picture scroll of memory, and the most memorable good time. Ah, childhood, how charming you are!
9. When you just graduated and stood at the gate of the primary school again, when you looked at the cheerful smiles of the primary school students who filed out, when you held hands with your friends and ran away when tears were about to fall, you knew that the school that once contained all your memories in six years would never be found again.
10, memories slowly began to erode reality, and the joy of my early years poured in little by little, which made me wonder where my strange and familiar partners were born and how are they doing now? I want to say too much, and now I just want to ask, how are you doing? Do you remember your childhood friends?
1 1, the hometown of childhood, the temperature is slightly lower than now but the rain is more than now. Especially around the Dragon Boat Festival, it will rain several times as usual. A few cool breezes, a few showers, all over the mountains and plains have been washed into Cangshan-like clothes and vilen-like carpets. The pale pink morning glory is full of furrows, and flocks of cattle and sheep swim around the fertile grassland, making the burning summer blossom into poetry; After drinking enough rain, the wheat began to jointing hard, like the boundless Yun Lan, covering the vast Yuan Ye at the foot of the Great Wall. Girls gather wild flowers all over the mountain, and we boys jump on the donkey's back to chase rabbits, like Genghis Khan's Mongolian soldiers. Now, more than 30 years have passed, and the lofty sentiments of young people who jumped into the rivers and lakes and competed for the Central Plains are vivid.