Memories of childhood modern poetry 1 interesting childhood stories
In the 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.
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
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.
Memories of childhood Modern Poetry 2 i. Memories of childhood
I remember when I was a kid,
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?
Second, childhood.
In the sunset,
Innocent laughter on the green land;
In the snowflake dance,
Pure and flawless hand-in-hand carnival;
When osmanthus plays,
The hand that pursues purity is fragrant in the dust,
In the stream,
There is clear and transparent laughter.
Years evaporate gently like water,
Childhood is like gold, quietly settling.
In the depths of the world,
Childhood is full of light,
Summon from a distance ...
Three. childhood memories
Memories of childhood,
The most beautiful time,
Pistachio nuts on the journey.
Memories of childhood,
The enlightenment of life,
Pure water of the soul.
Some memories,
Time has frozen.
Collected in the warehouse of memory,
Stay in the life projection room.
Appreciate,
Aftertaste.
Fourth, "childhood memories"
It's time for cicadas to sing again.
The schoolbag can be given up temporarily.
In the shade, watching the fun of ants moving.
Looking for coolness
It is the most beautiful comfort in summer.
Dip your feet in the cool stream.
Fantasize about the distant sky
The beauty of the beach and the sea.
Days like that always pass quickly.
Often forget the way home.
Summer night, snuggling up
Grandma's cattail leaf fan, shake it.
Drive the bright moon into a dream
Verb (abbreviation of verb) childhood expectation
How much 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.
Six, "June, grafting childhood dreams"
Mountains surround green people, and winding streams nourish them.
Far up the cold mountain, in and out of the stone path, deep in the white clouds, grow up.
How much I like this magic pen, Ma Liang.
Now, my daughter's landscape, flowers and birds
Sitting in the public gallery of Heshi Normal University
Childhood dreams, such as water hibiscus, followed by June.
Daily growing, layers of ripples.
Baby, you are a part of your parents' elaborate work.
Boutique, grafted my mother's childhood dream.
Seven, "Our Childhood"
Think back to the machine that bakes popcorn.
Think of my childhood
She ate cream popcorn.
Unlike the popcorn I feared and expected in the explosion.
She plays with colored plasticine.
Unlike the black mud I used to play with.
She is playing with an electric remote control car.
Unlike the bricks and tiles I used to play with.
She plays with dolls.
Unlike my running partner.
She is under the care of her parents, grandparents, etc.
Different from the love and affection I once felt.
In the daughter's laughter
There is no trace of my childhood.
Eight, "The Expectation of Childhood"
How much 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.
Recalling Childhood Modern Poetry 3 Beautiful Childhood
Do you remember
There is a small canal to the east of the old house.
Turbid and swift, it bifurcates and ends in the paddy field.
The canal is like a father's hand, with obvious blood vessels.
When the canal is quiet, the whole village is quiet.
I will wade to play "boiled water"
Indulge in the aestheticism after splash collision.
At that time, childhood was by the canal.
Do you remember
There is a paulownia tree in front of the old house.
It is tall and big, with no end in sight.
I have been trying to conquer it, climb the branches and count the treasures in the nest.
But I can only look up at the paulownia flowers all over the tree.
Gradually, the ground was covered with paulownia and snow.
The sea of paulownia leaves on the ground
I can only look up at the cool Qiu Shu.
At that time, childhood was under the paulownia tree.
I still remember there is a waist-high river in the west of the village.
Shallow water is hidden in the thickest part of reeds.
There is a clean blue brick hidden in the shallow water.
It seems to hide the secrets that have been hidden in their hearts.
I've been keeping these things to myself.
Didn't tell the adults
With friends in the village.
At that time, childhood was in my heart.
Now, back to the old house
Childhood is over.
He only exists in my memory.
Recalling childhood modern poetry 4 recalling childhood
When you grow up,
Please think back to that year,
That's right. What are we like?
We were naive at that time.
Never seen the hypocrisy of the world.
Look at the beauty of this world,
The yard at that time,
It records our good memories.
But what do we do now,
Is it broken?
We were strong then.
In the face of setbacks in the world, we must be firm.
Face joys and sorrows
At that time, it was the base that carried our dreams.
Are you still waiting for us to come back?
It is still blowing in the wind.
At that time. We are very happy.
Smile face to face with friends.
I only know that this is all we have. ...
Do you still have the handbook that records our friendship?
Wait for us to open it together and look at us.
Or is it slowly disappearing because of the breakdown of friendship?
We were honest.
Don't be a hypocrite of the world.
Try to be an honest boy in our hearts.
But now that diary records our honesty.
Where have you been?
Because we're starting to change.
Left? .....
Do we still remember the beauty of childhood?
Are you and your friends still opening your handbook?
Do you still remember the base that carries our beautiful dreams?
Do you remember your beautiful vows at that time?
Are you still in front of your honest baby?
Do you remember recording your innocent yard?
Even if there are more setbacks, more temptations and more hypocrisy in the world.
Please keep your innocence, your beauty, your dreams, your dreams!
Recalling childhood modern poetry 5 recalling childhood
Follow the rhythm of Children's Day
Think of my childhood friends.
Childhood friends are in sight.
Memorized songs are ringing in my ears.
The silent years are drifting away.
Innocence in my heart is like yesterday.
Childhood is my song during the day.
Childhood is my dream at night.
Childhood, only laughter, no sadness.
Childhood is a poem full of endless memories.
Childhood is gone, and memories are beautiful.
Childhood, leaving you for a long time.
I really want to invite you to accompany me.
Revisit familiar places
Then fly a kite.
The test rate is very high.
Fantasize about growing a pair of wings
be overwhelmingly ambitious
In that forest
I am naive to you.
Blow the willow flute to talk about green
Listen to the birds in the forest.
Looking forward to the infinite reverie of childhood.
A plane made of paper.
Come and fly with me.
Handmade windmill
Go to school to participate in the competition.
That long rubber band.
This is my favorite.
You have a pair of alert eyes.
Look at the way you hide and seek.
Crystal eyes
A thick childlike smile
I'm afraid the sample of fairy tales
Even if you break through the castle peak
It's hard to find it again
Life will not go backwards.
Childhood is also with yesterday.
memory
My love for childhood has grown.
Mention my heartbeat and flowers.
Let the laughter of childhood
With a green dream
On the way forward in life
Sow innocence and beauty