Poetry describing childhood life

Poetry describing childhood life

Article 1: My childhood.

My childhood

This is a piece of unblemished paper.

Winding into a boat.

Taken by the wind to the unknown ocean.

My childhood

Autumn leaves fall with the wind.

Dressed in the color of the sunset.

Just quietly making a comeback

My childhood

This is an era without time.

This is a dream with vague memory.

Rolls of fuzzy ribbons

Delay a trance-like fairy tale

I just hope

Weave wishes into wings of love

Full of expectations

When dancing lightly

Admonish forgetting

Don't sleep in the distance

Pocket accommodation

All crazy people

Chapter 2: Childhood on the laundry list

If I don't come,

You won't find a small canyon here.

green grass

Children are dancing on the grass.

He shouldered all the burden.

This is a golden fruit.

Produced in that small ravine.

Zi Shan was born in this small ravine.

A laundry list is childhood.

The fruit was picked from the mountain and sold.

Never come back

The gods are angry.

The small ravine collapsed.

The laundry list was mutilated by stones.

The pole is under the fruit.

No laundry list

Childhood will never return.

Chapter three: childhood dreams

In my dream, I look for

My lost childhood

In my dream, I look for

My childhood dream—

South of the village, the rut is deep.

Muddy path

The sun is watching me.

I looked at the sun.

Both faces are covered with mud.

Smile at the childish face of a flower.

The north of the village is crystal clear.

In a puddle as bright as a mirror

There is a moon playing around me.

I'm lying on the moon

Stay still and look up at the moon.

Play with the image of delusion

I explored a branch next door.

Wheat apricot is not equal to wheat yellow.

Has long been broken down into parts.

A branch sticks out from its neighbor in the west.

Jujube with sour stone, unequal ring red

I've already run into my stomach to celebrate.

In the cicadas, there is me.

Feel relaxed

Naive game

There is me in the field by the roadside.

No fear, no death

The evil work of playing with skin

Ah-now.

The puddle in the north of the village has become

Wide square, dancing around the lotus leaf.

swimming pool

The path to the south of the village has become

Dark green shadow, straight

pavement

I am in the swimming pool with my children.

battle on the water

I was on the sidewalk with the villagers.

Shuttle back and forth

The apricot tree next door is yellow.

Cicada is cicada.

The jujube next door is red.

My baby is fast asleep in the cradle.

Ah-

Lost childhood, not only

You can only find it in your dreams.

Childhood dream, what do you need?

I looked for it in my dream-

Chapter Four: Childhood

Listen.

The cicada singing of willow trees at the entrance of the village

It's too brittle

It's like a solo concert

It was my wonderful childhood.

Do you remember?

Playmates under the willow tree

Do you remember that straight bamboo pole?

Do you see it?

A winding path in the field

Is it that wide?

Dotted in the ocean of green hearts

Draw a picture of the past.

A day full of laughter and abuse

Can I cash it?

Uncle's Gua Tian.

Young footprints

On that evening afternoon

Catching up after naughty is essential.

The aunt next door is cursing.

My neighbor's brother is laughing.

childhood

natural lifespan

Naivety is really simple.

With the memories of that era

Describe that innocent smile

Recorded in the eternal picture scroll

Forever freeze