Warm sunshine
Cuckoo is crying with laughter
Poplar's hands are shaking with the wind
Childish songs
Wandering in the running water
Happy years are flowing like this
In the green birch forest
There is a whisper of insects <
There are fish frolicking by the gurgling brook
Oily aquatic plants are swinging gentle and lovely lines
Screaming loudly
The troubles that cut through the sky
The joy of childhood is quietly gone
We hold the raindrops of childhood together with our hearts,
We use our hands to retain the wind of childhood together.
We wish our childhood life
can last forever in the fields in spring.
The pure white clouds are our happy past,
The abundance of the lake is our true feelings,
The air is stirring,
It is our dewdrop-like laughter.
envy us? white clouds and blue sky.
Are you jealous of us? Breeze and raindrops.
We are deeply moved by the splendor of our childhood.
childhood is really good. childhood is really good.
-------------------
Expectation of childhood Author: Far away from Chang 'an
How many expectations,
How many thoughts,
Passionate feelings.
I used to wear a small military uniform, and
I scattered excitement and joy all over the campus.
After several times of beating,
After several times of tempering,
Only after hard work can we know what hardship is.
The future is not always a Ma Pingchuan,
The ideal is by no means a sweet talk.
Several surprises,
Several revels,
After the storm, it will be sunny.
The expectation of childhood has finally come true,
The glorious years will not be far away.
---------------------
Grafting childhood dreams in June
The mountains are surrounded by greenery, and people are nourished by winding streams
Growing up in the depths of stone paths and white clouds far away
How much I admired the magic pen and horse < Growing day by day, layer by layer.
Baby, you are a
masterpiece carefully crafted by your parents, grafted with your mother's childhood dream.
----------------.
chasing butterflies on the way after school,
thinking about dragonflies carefully.
plucking out the egg branches makes birds cry, and
fishing in the stream is also late.
A child's heart is full of true feelings.
Who can solve the problem of dyeing silk on the flat head and temples?
--------------------
Memories of childhood
When cicadas are humming again
You can temporarily give up
the fun of watching ants move in the shade
.