A beautiful and indescribable word.
What is this,
No one can tell.
Maybe,
It's a seed buried deep underground,
Waiting for the sun,
Waiting for irrigation.
Maybe,
This is a blank sheet of paper,
Waiting for graffiti,
Waiting to write it down.
Maybe,
It's a bunch of lilies in a bottle,
Waiting for flowers to bloom,
Waiting for incense.
Maybe ... maybe. ...
Childhood is so diverse,
Childhood is so beautiful.
Childhood is waiting for us,
Waiting for more careful irrigation,
Waiting for more beautiful colors,
Waiting for a more fragrant fragrance.
Childhood is waiting,
Waiting for us,
Our childhood became beautiful in an instant …
Childhood (poetry)
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.
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.
We hold the raindrops of childhood together with our hearts,
Together, we use our hands to keep the wind of childhood.
We want our childhood to live in the fields in spring.
Can last forever.
White clouds are our happy past,
The richness of lakes is our true feeling.
What's stirring in the air,
This is our dewdrop laughter.
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.
childhood
From the day of birth,
I used a colored pen on white paper.
Outline my childhood.
I use pink to add joy;
Enrich your imagination with blue;
Use yellow to express childishness;
Paint dreams in green.
Finally,
I also want to write sadness in black.
I sketched the outline carefree.
Colorful childhood.
Wave and don't go,
That childish childhood,
Time leads me to grow.
I hope the river flows in the opposite direction,
Take me back to the long-lost one
Childhood.