Childhood is a fresh song.
I use my tender hands
Divide the days into strings of notes
Jump between your fingers
Childhood is a pure blue painting.
I use clear eyes
Draw the years into a pure blue river
Flowing in my heart
Childhood was picked up in a paddy field.
That string of rice ears
In the long river of time
Shine golden light
When time becomes the color of sadness
Smudge the time and space I have traveled.
When life uses tough hands
Let my heart be full of hardships
Childhood is in my silent heart.
Sing softly, come on.
In the long river of time,
Pearls are deposited into particles.
I am in the silent night
Wear it carefully in a string.
A glittering necklace
Illuminate my whole body and mind.
Childhood (poetry)
In the warm sunshine
The cuckoo is laughing.
Yang Qian's hand is shaking with 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.
Childhood poetry
I read your shadow in my dream.
Poems and songs of childhood reverberated in my heart.
Sunshine is a gentle, gentle and pure season.
A candy can make you happy for a long time.
Have you ever thought about it?
When I was a child, I looked at you and me in the blue sky outside the window.
You and I used to play in flowers and green leaves.
I can't see my childhood when I grow up.