# Poetry Appreciation # Introduction In carefree childhood, the heart is as open as a cloud; dreams fly like a butterfly; laughter blooms like a string of songs; it echoes among people like an old song Deep in memory. Below I will share with you some modern poems describing childhood. Welcome to read!
Chapter 1: "Childhood"
Under the warm sunshine
The cuckoo is singing and laughing
The poplar The beautiful hands are also swaying in the wind
Childish singing
Wandering in the flowing water
The happy years flow like this
Green In the birch forest
There are the whispers of insects
The white dandelions exude beautiful flower hats
Partners gathering together
In the wind Running in the middle
The intoxicating time jumps like this
By the gurgling stream
There are fish playing
The oily water plants Swinging soft lines
High-pitched screams
Trouble piercing the sky
The joy of childhood just disappeared silently
< p> Together we hold up the raindrops of childhood with our hearts,Together we hold on to the wind of childhood with both hands.
We wish our childhood life in the spring fields to last forever.
The pure white clouds are our happy past,
The abundance of the lake is our true feelings,
The excitement in the air, < /p>
It is our laughter that shines like dewdrops.
Envy us the white clouds and blue sky?
Are you jealous of us? The breeze and the raindrops.
We are deeply moved by the splendor of childhood.
Childhood is so good, so good childhood.
Chapter 2: "Childhood's Expectations"
Distant Chang'an
How many expectations,
How many longings,
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Fiery passion burns childhood.
I once put on my little military uniform,
and spread excitement and joy all over the campus.
After many beatings,
After many tempers,
Only through hard work can you know what hardship is.
The future is not always smooth sailing,
Ideals are by no means sweet words.
Several surprises,
Several carnivals,
After the storm, there is a sunny day.
Childhood’s expectations have finally come true.
The glorious years are not far away.
Chapter 3: "Remembering Childhood"
I still remember my childhood days,
There was a cicada chanting poems in front of the window.
Chasing butterflies on the way home from school,
Holding the dragonfly in hand and pondering it carefully.
The eggs are removed from the branches, which scares the birds.
It is also late to return from fishing in the stream.
The innocence of childhood is still there, and the true love is there.
Who can solve the problem of dyeing silk on flat hair and temples?
It’s time for the cicadas to chirp again
You can give up your schoolbag for the time being
The fun of watching ants move under the shade of a tree
Looking for coolness< /p>
It is the most beautiful comfort in summer
Dip your little feet into the cool stream
Fantasy about the distant sky
The beauty of the beach and the sea
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Days like that always go very quickly
I often forget the way home
Summer nights, snuggling up to each other
Grandma’s cattail leaf fan, shaking Ah shake
I drove a bright moon into my dream