Modern poetry of childhood

A literary genre that expresses the author's rich emotions in highly concise language, reflects social life and has a certain rhythm and rhythm. The following is a collection of "modern poems about childhood" for everyone. I hope you like it!

Modern childhood poetry 1 dream back to childhood

Childhood is a faded photo.

When I think about it occasionally

I can still stop.

Looking back at the distant childlike innocence and concern

The village in spring is very beautiful.

It is full of faint flowers.

The hen takes the children.

A pleasant walk

But I often worry about naughty cats.

Bullying its doll

Watermelon in the field

Growing up in my greedy saliva

I have stolen peaches before.

Trample on someone else's fence

I often go naked.

Play by the pond

Covered in yellow mud

Chasing jumping frogs.

A wheat field full of sunflowers

Is our battlefield.

Because of curiosity

Lick the bee's tail ...

Stand quietly on the river bank and look out.

That flaming sunset glow

Plumes of smoke beckon

Let's go home. /Let's go home.

A fiery hearth

The original "salad"

That unfinished math problem

Under the oil lamp

Once a young mother ...

Leave your heart here and I'll leave alone.

It has been immersed in

My childhood

-My most beautiful poems and paintings

Modern Poetry of Childhood 2 Childhood

In the sunset,

Innocent laughter on the green land;

In the snowflake dance,

Pure and flawless hand-in-hand carnival;

When osmanthus plays,

The hand that pursues purity is fragrant in the dust,

In the stream,

There is clear and transparent laughter.

Years evaporate gently like water,

Childhood is like gold, quietly settling.

In the depths of the world,

Childhood is full of light,

Summon from a distance ...

Modern poetry of childhood 3 reminiscing about childhood.

On the wooden table in the old house

Dim kerosene lamp

Mother sat at the wooden table.

Teach us three brothers by hand

read aloud

Strange fonts in the book

Father is in front of an old radio

Listen to those old stories.

He doesn't know what we read aloud.

His spare time is spent.

The hookah in your hand

The clear water of Triffault River flows through it.

The endless rice fields in front of the door

Golden ears of rice put on their coats.

We three brothers are all naked.

Dive into the water to hide and seek.

From dawn to dark.

The village was silent at night.

We climbed the mountain.

A hut on the top of the mountain.

Written at the foot of the moon

The innocent secret of a child

I think of that precious time

Ignore a long night

Those annoying things after waking up

Ignore the rain and calm down.

What happened when we grew up.

Frogs outside the door at night.

Like fireflies

Hide naive dreams in your heart.

What we looked like when we were kids.

Turn into an ancient portrait

Stay in the fuzzy mirror

Modern Poetry of Childhood 4 My Childhood

I played a lot of things when I was a child.

Hide and seek in an empty place

Climb a tree to catch cicadas.

Lure dragonflies by the pond.

Run on the ridge

This is better than wrestling on the grass.

Make a snowman in the snow.

Sometimes I get angry and argue with others.

Wait, there are many more.

Sweat all day

Busy look.

I didn't go to kindergarten.

Nobody at home taught me to read.

Before going to primary school

I don't know a word.

This is a defect in my childhood.

But I don't envy either.

Modern people's closed childhood

Shut up in the classroom or at home all day.

Carry a heavy burden

Live a lonely life out of proportion to one's age.

Lost the innocence and liveliness of childhood.

My childhood

What impressed me the most?

Is it every summer

A family at night

Enjoy the cool outdoors.

At this time, I always

Lying on a cold old bamboo bed

Counting the stars all over the sky

Whenever this time

I'll feel it

I am the happiest child in the world.

Modern Poetry of Childhood 5 Stories of My Childhood

Please listen to my story.

My childhood

my child/my children

My dream-chasing days

I run on the hillside full of mountains and mountains.

I was presumptuous on the court in the scorching sun.

I looked under the lamp in front of the window in the middle of the night.

My story of the past few years

Please listen to me.

You can do it in spring

You can spend the night in front of the moonlight.

You can run into each other

therefore

Please listen to my story.

The long night will be sunny.

Because I want to hear your story, too

Your childhood

Your teenager

The days when you chase your dreams.

Where did you run in the mountains?

When have you ever indulged in youth?

What kind of sweating at night?

You can fly in the season of yellow leaves

Can be in the colorful clear sky

Now you can look back and smile.

therefore

Please let me hear your story.

Then let me give you a sunny day.

Modern Poetry of Childhood 6 "Memories of Childhood"

I remember when I was a kid,

Cicada poem outside the window.

Chasing butterflies on the way to school,

Think about dragonflies.

Pull out eggs and branches to scare birds,

Fishing in the stream is also late.

Childlike heart still exists,

Who untied the flat head and dyed the silk?

Modern Poetry of Childhood 7 Memories of Childhood

Memories of childhood,

The most beautiful time,

Pistachio nuts on the journey.

Memories of childhood,

The enlightenment of life,

Pure water of the soul.

Some memories,

Time has frozen.

Collected in the warehouse of memory,

Stay in the life projection room.

Appreciate,

Aftertaste.

Modern Poetry of Childhood 8 Memories of Childhood

It's time for cicadas to sing again.

The schoolbag can be given up temporarily.

In the shade, watching the fun of ants moving.

Looking for coolness

It is the most beautiful comfort in summer.

Dip your feet in the cool stream.

Fantasize about the distant sky

The beauty of the beach and the sea.

Days like that always pass quickly.

Often forget the way home.

Summer night, snuggling up

Grandma's cattail leaf fan, shake it.

Drive the bright moon into a dream

Modern Poetry of Childhood 9 "Expectation of Childhood"

How much expectation,

How much I miss it,

Passion burns childhood.

Once you put on your little military uniform,

Spread excitement and joy throughout the campus.

After several beatings,

After several tests,

Hard work is the only way to know what hard work is.

The future is not always Ma Pingchuan,

Ideal is by no means sweet talk.

Some surprises,

Some revelry,

It's sunny after the storm.

The expectation of childhood has finally come true,

Days of our lives won't be far away.

Modern childhood poem 10 "June, grafting childhood dreams"

Mountains surround green people, and winding streams nourish them.

Stay away from cold mountains, enter and leave stone paths, and grow up in the depths of white clouds.

How much I like this magic pen, Ma Liang.

Now, my daughter's landscape, flowers and birds

Sitting in the public gallery of Heshi Normal University

Childhood dreams, such as water hibiscus, followed by June.

Daily growing, layers of ripples.

Baby, you are a part of your parents' elaborate work.

Boutique, grafted my mother's childhood dream.

Modern Poetry of Childhood 1 1 Our Childhood

Think back to the machine that bakes popcorn.

Think of my childhood

She ate cream popcorn.

Unlike the popcorn I feared and expected in the explosion.

She plays with colored plasticine.

Unlike the black mud I used to play with.

She is playing with an electric remote control car.

Unlike the bricks and tiles I used to play with.

She plays with dolls.

Unlike my running partner.

She is under the care of her parents, grandparents, etc.

Different from the love and affection I once felt.

In the daughter's laughter

There is no trace of my childhood.

Modern Poetry of Childhood 12 "Expectation of Childhood"

How much expectation,

How much I miss it,

Passion burns childhood.

Once you put on your little military uniform,

Spread excitement and joy throughout the campus.

After several beatings,

After several tests,

Hard work is the only way to know what hard work is.

The future is not always Ma Pingchuan,

Ideal is by no means sweet talk.

Some surprises,

Some revelry,

It's sunny after the storm.

The expectation of childhood has finally come true,

Days of our lives won't be far away.