Poems about childhood, Bing Xin.

Ancient Poetry: A unkempt teenager learned to hang a ribbon, sitting on a raspberry while growing moss. Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by. Modern Poetry: Hold the raindrops of childhood with your heart and keep the moist wind of childhood with your hands. Looking forward to the eternity of childhood in the fields of spring. The pure white clouds are our happy past, the abundance of the lake is our true feelings, and the dew-like laughter is stirring in the air. We were deeply moved by the glory of this childhood. Childhood is priceless! The stars are twinkling-have you heard their conversation in the deep blue space? In silence, in the twilight, they deeply praised each other. The second childhood! It is the truth in the dream, the dream in the real world, and the tearful smile when recalling. Six-sided mirror-look at the opposite side, but it feels unnatural. Might as well turn it over. Seven sober, only lonely and angry people! Listening to the sound of the fortune-telling gong broke the fate of the world. Eight residual flowers are dotted on the branches; The birds have all flown away, and the red is scattered all over the ground-is this a glimpse of life? Nine dreams are the most deceptive, clear and frank, telling the secrets and worries in your own soul. A green bud said to the youth, "develop yourself!" " "Pale flower, the young man said," Give yourself! "The crimson fruit said to the youth," Sacrifice yourself! "