Modern poem describing childhood have many 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 poems II mountains surrounded by delicious food and people nourished by winding streams
Grew up in the depths of the white clouds in Hanshan Stone Path.
How much I admire magic pens and horses.
What about now? Daughter landscape flower and bird
Sitting in the public gallery of Heshi Normal University
Childhood dreams are like hibiscus out of water, following June.
Ripples day by day, layer by layer.
Baby, you are a part of your parents' elaborate work.
Boutique grafting mother's childhood dream.
Modern poem describing childhood can still recall that romance of childhood,
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?
Four modern poems describing childhood in warm sunshine
The cuckoo is laughing.
Yang Qian's hand trembled in the wind.
Childish songs
Wandering in the running water
Happy years just flow by.
In the green birch forest
With the whisper of insects
White dandelions give off beautiful flower caps.
A happy companion
Running in the wind
The intoxicating time jumps like this.
By the gurgling stream.
Accompanied by the frolicking of fish
Oily aquatic plants sway with soft and lovely lines.
give a loud scream
The trouble of cutting through the sky
The happiness of childhood has gone away silently.
We hold the raindrops of childhood together with our hearts,
Together, we use our hands to keep the wind of childhood.
We want our childhood to live in the fields in spring.
Can last forever.
White clouds are our happy past,
The richness of lakes is our true feeling.
What's stirring in the air,
This is our dewdrop laughter.
Envy us? White clouds and blue sky.
Jealous of us? Breeze and raindrops.
We were deeply moved by the glory of this childhood.
A wonderful childhood. A wonderful childhood.