In daily life or work and study, everyone will be exposed to composition to some extent. Composition is a transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from a compressed, concise language that one can understand to an external language form with a standardized grammatical structure that others can understand. So have you ever studied composition? The following is my poetic composition when I was a child. Welcome to share.
I like poetry, its beauty and its intangible feelings. The same is true of childhood, where emotions and memories are intertwined, as beautiful as poetry.
"The children came back early from school and were busy flying kites in the east wind."
Poetry keeps popping up in my mind, and at the same time there is my smile, which was an innocent smile when I was a child. The spring breeze blows across my face, and the willows are graceful. Looking up at the kite flying in the air, I cheered, and my red face looked so carefree. Kites fly higher and higher in the spring breeze, holding the kite line as if holding my happiness.
I have a poetic childhood and flying happiness.
"When passers-by ask and wave, they are afraid of fish. Don't make a fuss."
Looking at the ripples of fish jumping, I seem to see the shadow of fishing when I was a child. On the slightly green lake, wicker shoots new branches. I put the bait in my tender little hand, smiled and looked at the cheerful figure of the fish, expecting the fish to take the bait quickly ... I am very excited and happy!
The passage of time has brought me troubles and pressures. I have done more homework, attended more remedial classes, listened to more parents' chanting, and took away my carefree childlike innocence.
I have a poetic childhood, but also a little bit of trouble.
"People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs. This matter is ancient and difficult. "
Looking at the moon helplessly, it is not perfect and clear. I flipped through the calendar as if tomorrow was the graduation ceremony.
Jian Jie, my friend and good friend for six years, seemed to see her and my bright smile in the moonlight. Laugh into a ball of joy and cry over your stomach, facing the surprised eyes of others without reserve, what a sincere and innocent smile!
However, we are about to separate, and it is inevitable that our growth will not stop because of friendship. Parting is like a full moon, which brings me a touch of sadness.
I have a poetic childhood, poetic sadness.
Flying kites, fishing, parting, poetry is generally happy, poetry is generally calm, poetry is generally sad. Growth will not stop, but all kinds of emotions are deeply remembered by me together with poetry. Looking back and looking forward to childhood, it may be a poem, a poem full of joy, a poem with a little sadness, and a poem containing various emotions.
Label: Writing Poetry Childhood