The Ocean of Modern Childhood Poetry

When I was a child,' I,

Like to pick up shells at the seaside;

Like painting on the beach;

I like listening to the sound of the sea wind.

Along the seaside,

Pick up colorful shells.

Even if you look back,

Looking at a string of small footprints behind him,

I can't help laughing.

On the beach,

Pick up the short branches,

Pull from one end to the other,

Print some handprints and footprints on it,

Have a good time.

Standing by the sea,

Looking at the other side of the sea,

Fantasize about something.

The sea breeze kissed my cheek,

Look! The sun blushed.

The familiar sound of the sea rings in my ears,

It sounds like a long ditty,

When I was a child,

Sleep-sleep ...