The enthusiasm of summer infected us
Our blood is boiling, too, rubbing our hands.
We formed a commando team-
We blew the horn and searched the battlefield.
We are very happy.
Sing a winning song
In the forest, we fought a beautiful battle.
Palm-sized hive
Always hanging on our pike (bamboo pole)
We're safe.
We were carried away by victory.
We must compete with strong enemies.
We ran away in panic, leaving our swords and guns behind.
We were defeated under the eaves of our neighbors.
In the sunflower fortress
Hundreds of enemies put arrows behind their backs.
Me and two pioneers
Wounded by an arrow.
Catching cicadas (childlike interest)
I'm sweating in the sun.
Wandering in the Woods
I listened with my ears sideways and looked with my eyes wide open.
Hehe, I found a cicada.
I patted my feet and bent down.
I slowly lifted the bamboo pole.
Damn bamboo pole
Why are you shaking?
It makes my heart thump.
Singer, don't panic.
I don't want to eat you.
I want you to smell good-
Singing in my belly.
I threw the bamboo pole to the ground.
I'm still mumbling-
If you don't tremble
I won't be happy for nothing.
This bad guy-
Just fly?
Why did you pee on my face?
Tomorrow (children's interest)
Me and some friends-
Hanging a heart.
Come to a pond full of reeds-
There are fireflies flying and burning.
We turn on the flashlight.
twinkling
What brainless idiot?
Thought it was a companion's call
My blue glass bottle
Soon it will shine with stars.
I put the bottle on the pillow.
I want to sleep with starlight tonight.
Tomorrow, I will tell my teachers and classmates.
Last night, I made a beautiful starry sky.
Fishing (children's interest)
This fish has been kept for a long time.
The fisherman slept soundly on the water.
What happened to the fish today?
Don't they carry schoolbags, too?
Are they in school, too?
I just hope they send the child away early.
Just like when I was at school
Looking forward to going to school early.
The fishing line is also boring.
It awakened the fish.
I also held my breath.
Open my little eyes.
I heard my heart pounding.
Catch a small fish
I am happy and in full bloom.
Fish classmates don't like me?
Run out of school
You have to keep your mouth busy.
I am a warm-hearted person.
I will give them what they want.
2. Make up a poem about childhood, rhyme, thank you for your childhood, a beautiful and indescribable word.
What it is, no one can tell. Perhaps, it is a seed buried deep in the ground, waiting for sunshine and irrigation.
Perhaps, it is a blank sheet of paper, waiting for graffiti and writing. Perhaps, it is a bunch of lilies inserted in a bottle, waiting for blooming and fragrance.
Maybe ... maybe ... childhood is so diverse and beautiful. Childhood is waiting for us, waiting for more careful irrigation, waiting for more beautiful colors and more fragrant fragrance.
Childhood is waiting for us, and our childhood becomes more beautiful in an instant ... In the warm sunshine of childhood, cuckoo cries and laughs, poplar hands tremble with the wind, and childish songs wander in the running water. In this way, happy years are flowing in the green birch forest, insects are whispering, white dandelions are emitting beautiful flower caps, partners gathered in the wind are running intoxicating, jumping in the gurgling stream, fish are frolicking, and greasy weeds are swaying. Screaming loudly with gentle and lovely lines, the troubles that cut through the sky, the joy of childhood quietly go away, we hold up the raindrops of childhood with our hearts, and we keep the wind of childhood with our hands. We hope our childhood can last forever 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. Envy us? White clouds and blue sky.
Jealous of us? Childhood is a beautiful and indescribable word.
What it is, no one can tell. Perhaps, it is a seed buried deep in the ground, waiting for sunshine and irrigation.
Perhaps, it is a blank sheet of paper, waiting for graffiti and writing. Perhaps, it is a bunch of lilies inserted in a bottle, waiting for blooming and fragrance.
Maybe ... maybe ... childhood is so diverse and beautiful. Childhood is waiting for us, waiting for more careful irrigation, waiting for more beautiful colors and more fragrant fragrance.
Childhood is waiting for us, and our childhood becomes more beautiful in an instant ... In the warm sunshine of childhood, cuckoo cries and laughs, poplar hands tremble with the wind, and childish songs wander in the running water. In this way, happy years are flowing in the green birch forest, insects are whispering, white dandelions are emitting beautiful flower caps, partners gathered in the wind are running intoxicating, jumping in the gurgling stream, fish are frolicking, and greasy weeds are swaying. Screaming loudly with gentle and lovely lines, the troubles that cut through the sky, the joy of childhood quietly go away, we hold up the raindrops of childhood with our hearts, and we keep the wind of childhood with our hands. We hope our childhood can last forever 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. Envy us? White clouds and blue sky.
Jealous of us? Breeze and raindrops. We were deeply moved by the glory of this childhood.
A wonderful childhood. A wonderful childhood. I read your shadow in my childhood dreams, and my childhood poems and songs echoed in my heart. The sunshine is tender and innocent, and a candy can be happy for a long time. Have you ever thought about the years when you looked at the blue sky outside the window when you were a child, and you and I used to play among the flowers and green leaves? I can't see my childhood clearly when I grow up. Cuckoo crows in the warm sunshine, poplar hands tremble with the wind, and childish songs wander in the running water. In this way, there are insects whispering in the flowing green birch forest, white dandelions emitting beautiful flower caps, and the gathering partners running in the wind are intoxicating. In this way, there are fish playing by the gurgling stream, oily aquatic plants swinging soft and lovely lines and screaming through the sky.
3. Poems and songs about childhood have a long memory.
The most unforgettable childlike interest is infinite;
That white schoolbag,
These books are heavy.
Early in the morning, stepping on the morning glow,
Talking and laughing on the path;
The reading in the classroom is very loud.
Flying arrows on the playground.
Get your report card back after school,
Lift it up and show your tender face;
Prizes encouraged by mom,
This is a hot sticky bean roll.
After sunset in the evening,
Naughty brother calls a friend;
Fighting for a pencil,
I lost my mind in mystery.
I will never forget that Sunday,
Sneak into the melon garden together;
Found laughing,
Shake your head and brag.
Unforgettable memory reappearance,
Unforgettable innocence;
Unforgettable age of innocence,
Unforgettable and childlike.
4. Make up a poem about your childhood and dream back to childhood.
Eyes full of night stars, hands full of white mud, mouth full of flat peach flavor. White light, shining faintly in the sky. No dreams tonight. Childhood flows slowly between the eyebrows.
The wind is natural. The water level rises. The flowers are blooming. Flowers fall.
When I turned around, the eaves of my hometown were covered with moss. A group of little guys grew up before they knew it.
Dream back to childhood. When I was a child, the distant mountains were generally silent, and only two yellow leaves were attached to my eyes, which was cool and refreshing. ..
Dream childhood
I once asked smart stars,
I once asked the kind moon.
How long is the road to dreams?
I once asked the affectionate earth,
I once asked the warm sun.
How long is the road to dreams?
Childhood is a new green leaf,
Childhood is a budding bud,
Childhood is a blue sky,
Childhood is full of beautiful dreams.
I once asked smart stars,
I once asked the kind moon;
How long is the road to dreams?
I once asked the affectionate earth,
I once asked the warm sun.
How long is the road to dreams?
Childhood is a new green leaf,
Childhood is a budding bud,
Childhood is a blue sky,
Childhood is full of beautiful dreams.
I once asked smart stars,
I once asked the kind moon;
How long is the road to dreams?
I once asked the affectionate earth,
I once asked the warm sun.
How long is the road to dreams?
I once asked smart stars,
I once asked the kind moon.
How long is the road to dreams?
I once asked the affectionate earth,
I once asked the warm sun.
How long is the road to dreams?
Childhood is a new green leaf,
Childhood is a budding bud,
Childhood is a blue sky,
Childhood is full of beautiful dreams.
I once asked smart stars,
I once asked the kind moon;
How long is the road to dreams?
I once asked the affectionate earth,
I once asked the warm sun.
How long is the road to dreams?
Childhood is a new green leaf,
Childhood is a budding bud,
Childhood is a blue sky,
Childhood is full of beautiful dreams.
I once asked smart stars,
I once asked the kind moon;
How long is the road to dreams?
I once asked the affectionate earth,
I once asked the warm sun.
How long is the road to dreams?
Late rain and light smoke, dreamy vision, intermittent vision
People who are confused are also confused, and the stars in the sky shine.
Surrounded by mountains and waters, the beautiful scenery is vivid, and the old things are in front of us.
The outline of childhood image is presented one by one.
Long years, the years are ruthless and silent.
This is also the youth that Rush and the spring breeze sent away in the past.
Fate changes, confidence is endless, as before.
Innocent, innocent and cheerful.
Laugh in the sky, fly like a bird, sunset red.
Wandering around looking for flowers floating in the wind
Call mom a coquette and accompany me every night.
The charm of vague psychedelic is light.
Laugh in the sky, fly like a bird, sunset red.
The outline of childhood image is presented one by one.
A piece of true feelings, beautiful artistic conception, lucky girl.
No sadness, no hatred, no resentment, innocence and happiness.
Inch by inch, Chunhui misses her mother and silently sends her love.
When can I return to my arms again?
When I was a child, I met you in your hometown before dawn.
You and I will always have the same idea.
When can I see you again in your hometown before dawn?
I will also think of you here every night and every morning.
When I was a child, you and I went to the buildings in pairs.
Do you want me to pick some flowers for you and put them on your lapel?
When can I walk down the street with you again?
Every time I see wild flowers, I think of you.
When I was a child, I climbed the moon with you.
You said you wanted me to hang my heart in the sky.
When can I fight you again and fly to the moon and stars?
Every time I see the stars, I think of you.
When I was young, I carved my heart into a flower tree with you.
You said two spoony people would keep watching.
When can I walk with you to Huashu again?
Let's see if these two hearts will face each other forever.
* * * You were childhood friends, but you never change your mind.
How many happy hours I spent with you, just friends.
* * * You meet every day and stay together forever.
It is not easy to have fun with you every day.
Innocent love for in my heart forever.
Help each other in distress and difficulties
I haven't forgotten my childhood.
May you all stay the same and always encourage each other.
I wrote down my childhood poems, childhood poems and childhood cicadas under the banyan tree by the pond. There is a loud cry on the swing beside the playground in summer. Only butterflies stop on it. The teacher's chalk on the blackboard is still chirping and writing desperately. There is everything in the childhood welfare club, waiting for the game after school, but there is no dime in my pocket. Who robbed the sword next door, Zhuge Shiro and the Devil Party? Why haven't the boys in the class passed by my window yet? The cartoon in my mouth will always be my first childhood. I didn't know before I went to bed. I only did a little homework. I don't know the books I should study until after the exam. The teacher said that an inch of money can't buy an inch of time. No one knows why the sun always sets on the other side of the mountain. No one can tell me about this mountain. Are there any immortals living on the surface? Many days I always stare blankly at the sky, so I am curious. I fantasize about such a lonely childhood. Dragonflies fly over green rice fields in the sun. Watercolor crayons and kaleidoscopes can't draw one side. When will the rainbow grow up like a mature face of a senior classmate? I'm looking forward to my holiday. I look forward to a mature childhood. I look forward to growing up day by day. I once asked a smart star. I once asked the kind moon. How long is the road to dreams? I once asked the affectionate earth, the warm sun, how long the dream road is. Childhood is a newborn green leaf, a budding bud, a blue sky and a beautiful dream. I once asked the clever star, and I once asked the kind moon. How long is the road to dreams? I once asked the affectionate earth and the warm sun. How long is the road to dreams? Childhood is a newborn green leaf, a budding bud, a blue sky and a beautiful dream. I once asked the clever stars and the kind moon. How long is the road to dreams? I once asked the affectionate earth, the warm sun, the clever stars and the kind moon. I once asked the affectionate earth, the warm sun, how long the dream road is. Childhood is a newborn green leaf, a budding bud, a blue sky and a beautiful dream. I once asked the clever star, and I once asked the kind moon. How long is the road to dreams? I once asked the affectionate earth and the warm sun. How long is the road to dreams? Childhood is a newborn green leaf, a budding bud, a blue sky and a beautiful dream. I once asked the clever stars and the kind moon. How long is the road to dreams? I have asked the passionate earth, and I have asked the warm sun. How long is the road to dreams? The night rain is light smoke, dreamy and blurred. People are also confused. The stars are shining in the sky, and the mountains and rivers are full of vitality and beautiful. Old things are presented in the outline of childhood. The years bid farewell to the past mercilessly and silently, the spring breeze is clean and flawless, and the fate has become more confident. Just like the innocent life in the past, the sky is cheerful and laughing, birds fly and the sun shines red. Looking for flowers floating in the wind, I called my mother a coquetry, and I stayed with my bed every night, vaguely psychedelic and laughing. Birds and flowers are singing in the sky, and the sun is setting, and the outline of my childhood image is presented one by one. Fortunately, girls have no worries, no hatred, no resentment, innocence and happiness. I miss my mother silently. When can I return to my arms? When will I see you in your hometown before dawn? When will you and I be together with your hometown forever? I miss you every night before dawn. When I was a child, I went to the building in pairs with you. When can I go to the building with you again? Every time I see wild flowers, I miss you. I fought with you when I was a child and wanted to climb the moon. You said you wanted me to hang my heart in the sky. When can I fight with you again? I miss you every time I see stars. When I was young, I would carve my heart into a flower tree. You said that. After two infatuations, I will always look at when I can walk to the flower tree with you again and see if these two hearts are always opposed. * * * Your childhood meeting and how much happiness you spent together are just a bosom friend. It's simple. * * * You meet you every day and never change with you. * * * When we are happy, every day is not pure and innocent. We are always in distress and difficulties. We helped each other in childhood. I have never forgotten the past. I wish you the same. Encourage each other, encourage each other Time: Southern Song Author: Yang Wanli Works: New Town Xugong Store Content: Sparse hedges, shady trees. The children rushed after Huang Die and flew into the cauliflower. Time: Southern Song Dynasty Author: Xin Qiji Works: Qingping Music Content: They saw it in the school mountain garden book. Everything starts now. Dong Jia's meat is cooked by the head of the restaurant. Children steal long poles in jujube hill Garden in the west wind. Don't surprise others, the old man will sit quietly and watch. Time: Northern Song Author: Su Shi's Works: Whistling Content: Bend down to eat rice, abandon home because of wine, and get tired of each other. Who won't take you home when you come back? I feel that the past is not what it is today. I haven't seen the dew yet, and my husband has shown me the way back. The laughter in front of the door is childish. Old chrysanthemums are barren, new pines are black and old, and I am so old now! However, the small window closed Chai Fei's knees, and he insisted on watching the lonely Yunfei at dusk. Clouds come out unintentionally, and birds return tired, which is unintentional. Go back and forth, forget yourself today, forget the world today. My relatives don't have any waves, but the piano book has a real taste. The steps are rugged, the river is gentle and graceful, and the spring water flows in the dark valley. I am very happy to see the vegetation and feel very lonely. I can have a rest in my life! How long will it take to regain your mind? What does the unconscious emperor want? Who will decide whether to stay or not? Where does the fairy know? I have no ambition to get rich. But knowing how to climb mountains by the water intoxicates me. What is there to doubt about my fate in this life? Note: Tao Yuanming's Fu returned with words but no sound. I managed Dongpo and built a snow house on it. Everyone laughed at it for being ugly, and only Dong Yifu (Yue) of Poyang liked it, indicating that he was a neighbor. He put the words back and put them around a little to make it sound and leave a legacy. .
I wrote my own modern poems about my childhood. Bamboo shoots quietly arched out of the ground and asked the secret of green trees in spring. Childhood is like a colorful dream. When I woke up, it was still so clear and unforgettable.
Childhood is like a colorful pearl, connected with endless joy and immature dreams. Childhood is like a bird singing loudly, flying high with infinite hope.
Ah, childhood, childhood, you are like running water, rolling forward in the blink of an eye. Ah, childhood, childhood, you are like a fine horse, flying thousands of miles in the blink of an eye.
Childhood songs, childhood smiles, childhood ideals and childhood joys are all printed on the canopy of childhood. Childhood (Poetry) In the warm sunshine, cuckoo twitters and laughs, poplar hands tremble with the wind, and childish songs wander in the running water. In this way, happy years are flowing in the green birch forest, insects are whispering, white dandelions are emitting beautiful flower caps, and partners gathered in the wind are running intoxicating. In this way, there are fish playing by the gurgling stream, greasy grass swinging soft and lovely lines and screaming through the sky, and the joy of childhood is so silent.
We hope our childhood can last forever 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.
Envy us? White clouds and blue sky. Jealous of us? Breeze and raindrops.
We were deeply moved by the glory of this childhood. A wonderful childhood. A wonderful childhood.
I read your shadow in my poetry dream in 2008, and my childhood poems echoed in my heart. The sunshine is tender and innocent, and a candy can make me happy for a long time. Have you ever thought that you and I looked at the blue sky outside the window when we were children, and you and I used to play among the flowers and green leaves, but when we grow up, we can't see the childhood years (poems) clearly? In the warm sunshine, cuckoo is laughing and crying, poplar hands are shaking with the wind, and childish songs are wandering in the running water. Happy years are so green. There are insects whispering in the birch forest, white dandelions emit beautiful flower caps, and the partners gathered together run in the wind. The intoxicating time is like this. There are fish playing by the gurgling brook, and greasy water plants are swinging soft and lovely lines, screaming loudly and piercing the sky. The happiness of childhood is like this. Together, we silently raised the raindrops of childhood, and together we kept the wind of childhood with our hands. We hope our childhood can last forever 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. Envy us? White clouds and blue sky.
Jealous of us? Breeze and raindrops. We were deeply moved by the glory of this childhood.
A wonderful childhood. A wonderful childhood. I read your shadow in my poetry dream in 2008, and my childhood poems echoed in my heart. The sunshine is tender and innocent, and a candy can make me happy for a long time. Have you ever thought about the time when you looked at the blue sky outside the window when you were young, and you and I played in the flowers and green leaves? I can't see my childhood when I grow up = = = = = = = = = = = = Cuckoo chirps in the warm sunshine. Wandering in the water, the happy years are like this. There are insects whispering in the green birch forest. White dandelions give off beautiful flowers. The gathering partners are running in the wind, and the intoxicating time is like this. There are fish playing by the gurgling stream, and the oily aquatic plants are swinging soft and lovely lines, screaming loudly and piercing the sky. The happiness of childhood is like this.
7. I wrote my childhood poems. When I was a child, I heard cicadas singing under the banyan tree by the pond. On the swing beside the playground in summer, only butterflies stop on it. The teacher's chalk is still twittering on the blackboard. There is everything in the childhood welfare club, waiting for the game after school, but I don't have a dime in my pocket. Who robbed the sword next door, Zhuge Shiro and the Devil Party? Why haven't the boys in the class passed by my window yet? The cartoon in my mouth will always be my first childhood. I didn't know before I went to bed. I only did a little homework. I don't know the books I should study until after the exam. The teacher said that an inch of money can't buy an inch of time. No one knows why the sun always sets on the other side of the mountain. No one can tell me about this mountain. Are there any immortals living on the surface? Many days I always stare blankly at the sky, so I am curious. I fantasize about such a lonely childhood. Dragonflies fly over green rice fields in the sun. Watercolor crayons and kaleidoscopes can't draw one side. When will the rainbow grow up like a mature face of a senior classmate? I'm looking forward to my holiday. I look forward to a mature childhood. I look forward to growing up day by day. I once asked a smart star. I once asked the kind moon. How long is the road to dreams? I once asked the affectionate earth, the warm sun, how long the dream road is. Childhood is a newborn green leaf, a budding bud, a blue sky and a beautiful dream. I once asked the clever star, and I once asked the kind moon. How long is the road to dreams? I once asked the affectionate earth and the warm sun. How long is the road to dreams? Childhood is a newborn green leaf, a budding bud, a blue sky and a beautiful dream. I once asked the clever stars and the kind moon. How long is the road to dreams? I once asked the affectionate earth, the warm sun, the clever stars and the kind moon. I once asked the affectionate earth, the warm sun, how long the dream road is. Childhood is a newborn green leaf, a budding bud, a blue sky and a beautiful dream. I once asked the clever star, and I once asked the kind moon. How long is the road to dreams? I once asked the affectionate earth and the warm sun. How long is the road to dreams? Childhood is a newborn green leaf, a budding bud, a blue sky and a beautiful dream. I once asked the clever stars and the kind moon. How long is the road to dreams? I have asked the passionate earth, and I have asked the warm sun. How long is the road to dreams? Night rain, light smoke, dream, blurred, confused. The sky is full of stars, the mountains and rivers are alive and fragrant, and the old things are in front of us. The outline of childhood images shows the long years. Those years were ruthless, silently bidding farewell to the past, but they were also in a hurry and spring breeze. Fate changes with self-confidence, just like innocent life, cheerful laughter, sky and sunset. Looking for flowers floating in the wind, I called my mother a coquetry, and I stayed with my bed every night, vaguely psychedelic and laughing. Birds and flowers are singing in the sky, and the sun is setting, and the outline of my childhood image is presented one by one. Fortunately, girls have no worries, no hatred, no resentment, innocence and happiness. I miss my mother silently. When can I return to my arms? When will I see you in your hometown before dawn? When will you and I be together with your hometown forever? I miss you every night before dawn. When I was a child, I went to the building in pairs with you. When can I go to the building with you again? Every time I see wild flowers, I miss you. I fought with you when I was a child and wanted to climb the moon. You said you wanted me to hang my heart in the sky. When can I fight with you again? I miss you every time I see stars. When I was young, I would carve my heart into a flower tree. You said that. After two infatuations, I will always see when I can walk to the flower tree with you again and see if these two hearts are always opposed. * * * You met in childhood, and how many happy hours I spent with you were just bosom friends. Simple * * * You meet you every day, and I have never changed when I spend happy time with you. * * * Every day is not simple and innocent. Love is always in my heart, and there are troubles and difficulties. I never forget to bless you and help each other forever.
The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again. Year: Southern Song Dynasty Author: Xin Qiji Works: Qingping Music Content: Look up the Li Anyun pine and bamboo seen in Mountain Garden Book, and then do everything well.
The meat and liquor at the head of the bed are cooked with crutches first. Children are stealing a long pole in Lizaoshan Garden in Xifeng.
Don't surprise others. I will sit quietly and watch. Time: Northern Song Author: Su Shi's works: Whispering Content: I am bent over for rice, abandoned my family because of wine, and my mouth is tired.
Come back, who won't take you back? It feels like the past is not the present. Before the dew, the husband pointed to the way home, and the laughter in front of the door was childish.
Old chrysanthemums are barren, and new pine trees are black and old, just like now! However, the small window made Chai Fei close his knees, and the scepter looked at the lonely clouds flying at dusk. Clouds come out unintentionally, and birds will know when they are tired. This is unintentional. Hey! Come back, I forgot myself and the world today.
Relatives have nothing to say, and piano books have real taste. The steps are rugged, the river is gentle and graceful, and the spring water flows in the dark valley.
It is glorious to see every grass and tree. If you feel conscious, I can live and rest! How long will it take to regain your mind? What does the unconscious emperor want? Who will decide whether to stay or not? Where does the fairy know? Wealth is not my ambition. But when you know that you are screaming on the mountain near the water, you are drunk.
What is more doubtful about the fate of this life? And ride the current and stop when you encounter obstacles. Note: Tao Yuanming is endowed with words without sound.
I have ruled Dongpo and built a snow hall on it. Everyone laughs at its ugliness, but Dong Yifu (Yue) of Poyang enjoys it exclusively, calling it a neighbor.
Is to take the word "go home" and add some words to make it sound, so as to leave Yifu. Is it a pleasure to make children's songs, follow Dongpo, make peace with thunder and buckle the horn for the holidays? .