Modern poetry describing childhood

Childhood is a wonderful memory for us. The following are my modern poems describing my childhood. Welcome to reading.

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.