Author: Lin Jihua
childhood
Dreams carried by paper planes
Look to the future in every flight.
Get up bravely every time you slip.
childhood
A swinging swing at dusk
I learned to be brave in the ups and downs.
I learned to cooperate through laughter.
childhood
It's a big conch by the sea.
The echo in the small screw hole is
The purest smile of childhood.
Years passed with the river.
Xiangdongchong
Standing on the bridge of youth
Look up at the vast sky after the rain
I met the rainbow of my childhood.
Chapter two: childhood dreams
Author: countless amateurs
In my dream, I look for
My lost childhood
In my dream, I look for
My childhood dream—
South of the village, the rut is deep.
Muddy path
The sun is watching me.
I looked at the sun.
Both faces are covered with mud.
Smile at the childish face of a flower.
The north of the village is crystal clear.
In a puddle as bright as a mirror
There is a moon playing around me.
I'm lying on the moon
Stay still and look up at the moon.
Play with the image of delusion
I explored a branch next door.
Wheat apricot is not equal to wheat yellow.
Has long been broken down into parts.
A branch sticks out from its neighbor in the west.
Jujube with sour stone, unequal ring red
I've already run into my stomach to celebrate.
In the cicadas, there is me.
Feel relaxed
Naive game
There is me in the field by the roadside.
No fear, no death
The evil work of playing with skin
Ah-now.
The puddle in the north of the village has become
Wide square, dancing around the lotus leaf.
swimming pool
The path to the south of the village has become
Dark green shadow, straight
pavement
I am in the swimming pool with my children.
battle on the water
I was on the sidewalk with the villagers.
Shuttle back and forth
The apricot tree next door is yellow.
Cicada is cicada.
The jujube next door is red.
My baby is fast asleep in the cradle.
Ah-
Lost childhood, not only
You can only find it in your dreams.
Childhood dream, what do you need?
I looked for it in my dream-
Chapter 3: Dream childhood
Author: Yu Kexin
Green fruit tastes astringent,
Wildflowers are faint,
Homesickness is very long.
This is an orchard with children.
It was a flower with a smiling face,
It is a clear spring full of yearning.
And I often have such a long dream:
There are leisurely clouds floating in the blue sky.
Happy kites fly in the leisurely clouds.
Happy kites are tied with pure childlike innocence.
Occasionally, in the blue sky after a storm,
It will remind people of moving.
As soft as satin
A rainbow as delicate as a flower.
However, my childhood
Has long been weathered by ruthless years,
It can only be hidden in dreams-
My heaven.
Chapter four: childhood, my hometown.
Author: xaddlm
Childhood, wildflowers in my hometown
All over the mountains.
Hu Die rode on the cow's back and chased it.
Childhood, the top of my hometown.
Clouds, floating in the sky,
At your feet, the village is hidden in the Woods.
Childhood, the hometown of vilen.
The wind rolled up layers of wheat waves.
Frost dyed the maple leaves red.
Childhood, my primary school.
The red flag is high in the sky.
The mountain road is curved and the song is loud.
Childhood is the mountain spring of my hometown.
Clear and sweet
Yi Hongxi raised us.
Childhood memory
Such as ink painting
Poetry,
That's a brush.
Chapter five: nostalgia for childhood.
Author: Linglong leisurely watching the moon
I always think of my childhood.
Those warm times
Yu Qianer ran to the treetops.
Sophora japonica is covered with branches.
The moon is round and neatly hung overhead.
All my relatives are with me.
I have been away from home for more than ten years.
The bright moon in my heart, like elm money, blooms like Sophora japonica.
Gave me too many good memories.
Those tastes have been sweet until today, and they have been lingering.
That amorous figure
In a foreign land, stepping on the fallen leaves on the ground rhythmically.
All the voices are gone.
Chapter six: innocence of childhood
Author: desert lone wolf
A long time ago,
I used to have that innocent smile.
A long time ago,
I've always been happy,
A long time ago,
I also run around the carousel every day.
A long time ago,
I had such a wonderful childhood dream.
How many years have passed,
Time is reversed.
When I was a child, I always looked out the window in a daze.
Thinking about the future when I grow up.
Watching the leaves turn green year after year,
The pace of running around never stops.