Childhood in Poetry Memory

Childhood is the best time in life. At that time, everything in the world was so pure. At that time, every day's troubles were so simple, and every day's happiness was so relaxed.

Once upon a time, suddenly looking back, I began to miss that innocent time. At that time, the grasshopper caught in childhood was still jumping on the grass, and Xia Chan was still singing in the book. Looking at the past years through the leaves, those leisurely years are their own fairy tale world in life.

First, "recalling childhood"

I remember when I was a kid,

Cicada poem outside the window.

Chasing butterflies on the way to school,

Think about dragonflies.

Pull out eggs and branches to scare birds,

Fishing in the stream is also late.

Childlike heart still exists,

Who untied the flat head and dyed the silk?

Second, childhood.

In the sunset,

Innocent laughter on the green land;

In the snowflake dance,

Pure and flawless hand-in-hand carnival;

When osmanthus plays,

The hand that pursues purity is fragrant in the dust,

In the stream,

There is clear and transparent laughter.

Years evaporate gently like water,

Childhood is like gold, quietly settling.

In the depths of the world,

Childhood is full of light,

Summon from a distance ...

Three. childhood memories

Memories of childhood,

The most beautiful time,

Pistachio nuts on the journey.

Memories of childhood,

The enlightenment of life,

Pure water of the soul.

Some memories,

Time has frozen.

Collected in the warehouse of memory,

Stay in the life projection room.

Appreciate,

Aftertaste.

Fourth, "childhood memories"

It's time for cicadas to sing again.

The schoolbag can be given up temporarily.

In the shade, watching the fun of ants moving.

Looking for coolness

It is the most beautiful comfort in summer.

Dip your feet in the cool stream.

Fantasize about the distant sky

The beauty of the beach and the sea.

Days like that always pass quickly.

Often forget the way home.

Summer night, snuggling up

Grandma's cattail leaf fan, shake it.

Drive the bright moon into a dream

Verb (abbreviation of verb) childhood expectation

How much expectation,

How much I miss it,

Passion burns childhood.

Once you put on your little military uniform,

Spread excitement and joy throughout the campus.

After several beatings,

After several tests,

Hard work is the only way to know what hard work is.

The future is not always Ma Pingchuan,

Ideal is by no means sweet talk.

Some surprises,

Some revelry,

It's sunny after the storm.

The expectation of childhood has finally come true,

Days of our lives won't be far away.

Six, "June, grafting childhood dreams"

Mountains surround green people, and winding streams nourish them.

Far up the cold mountain, in and out of the stone path, deep in the white clouds, grow up.

How much I like this magic pen, Ma Liang.

Now, my daughter's landscape, flowers and birds

Sitting in the public gallery of Heshi Normal University

Childhood dreams, such as water hibiscus, followed by June.

Daily growing, layers of ripples.

Baby, you are a part of your parents' elaborate work.

Boutique, grafted my mother's childhood dream.

Seven, "Our Childhood"

Think back to the machine that bakes popcorn.

Think of my childhood

She ate cream popcorn.

Unlike the popcorn I feared and expected in the explosion.

She plays with colored plasticine.

Unlike the black mud I used to play with.

She is playing with an electric remote control car.

Unlike the bricks and tiles I used to play with.

She plays with dolls.

Unlike my running partner.

She is under the care of her parents, grandparents, etc.

Different from the love and affection I once felt.

In the daughter's laughter

There is no trace of my childhood.

Eight, "The Expectation of Childhood"

How much expectation,

How much I miss it,

Passion burns childhood.

Once you put on your little military uniform,

Spread excitement and joy throughout the campus.

After several beatings,

After several tests,

Hard work is the only way to know what hard work is.

The future is not always Ma Pingchuan,

Ideal is by no means sweet talk.

Some surprises,

Some revelry,

It's sunny after the storm.

The expectation of childhood has finally come true,

Days of our lives won't be far away.

Nine, "childhood innocence"

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.

X. Childhood

The stage of life experiences childhood.

Did you leave a smile in the photo box?

The vast sky is the most beautiful picture.

No matter how big the resentment is, you can put it down here.

I cherish this invitation since I was a child.

Give your heart to nature.

The mileage of life is filled in by volunteers.

The post of life handed in the answer sheet.

Every footprint is listening to the call of freedom.

The stage of life experiences childhood.

Grandpa's laughter is reserved for spring.

Birds and flowers are the precipitation of years.

No matter how big the injury is, it is warm here.

Collect this childhood medal.

Pass love through grandma's hand.

The flame of love fills the whole world.

The warm sunshine along the way can be passed down from generation to generation.

Every dream has a bright compliment.

Xi。 Childhood, fantasy century

Small schoolbag

Carry too much

Without the nagging of adults

Have we grown up?

green grass

give a smile

Without the laughter of the past

Are we happy?

childhood

You can't go back.

I really want to have a dream.

That happy season

Childhood fantasy century

go back to the past

Dream again

Under?the?sun

Libres de Courir

Let sweat

with great ease and verve

gentle breeze

the sun is shining brightly

Finger curl

childhood

An insurmountable boundary

Plug in a pair of wings

Fly freely

Childhood fantasy century

Dreamlike flowers bloom and fall.

Can't go back to the season.

childhood

We will cherish you forever.

Twelve. childhood memories

Everything is so mysterious.

Everything is full of magic.

The crescent moon floats in a boat.

The stars light up and go home to rest.

Grandma taught me nursery rhymes.

Menstruation led me to play guessing games.

Dad took me to weed and farm.

My mother cooks and makes clothes for me.

Children's partners are big and small.

I play cards and chess with my brother.

My sister and I went to pick vegetables and wash rice.

I led my brothers and sisters to build a station.

This street is our garden.

Fruits and vegetables are printed everywhere.

Alleys are full of stairs.

Behind the house is the warehouse.

All the toys, pots and pans, sand and stones.

All kinds of tools, knives, shovels, farm tools

Learning object movie hero

Play the role of dog, horse, sheep and pig.

All childishness begins here.

Everything is wonderful from here on.

Playing is a child's nature.

Even if you get old, it will always be sweet.

Thirteen. Window of childhood

I read it again and again.

Seems to want to read something from it.

Some children have long boats in their footprints.

In the wind chimes of small flowers

Grandma left a cattail leaf fan on a summer night.

In the waves of childhood, goldfish

Bright iris

I read it again and again.

Seems to want to read something from it.

In children's dictionaries, the color of the sky

Happy password

Little frog, curved moon.

There are colorful flowers and woven fairy tales.

Seven dwarfs who will never grow up.

Why is snowflake's little skirt

No color

Window of childhood

It is the home of dragonflies and the nest of swallows.

This is a field where a shepherd boy is drunk.

And the water drops in the flute hole

Deep love for my hometown

Window of childhood

Like a tree, in an instant.

Yidi sunshine

Pearls are in one place.

Window of childhood

This is a book and this is a phonograph.

This is a crossroads, after a spring rain.

Fields, dewy eyes

As big as a walnut.

Fourteen childhood

In the warm sunshine,

The cuckoo cried and wanted to laugh.

Poplar's hands are shaking with the wind,

Children really sing,

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 flowers.

Party partners,

Running in the wind,

The intoxicating time jumps like this.

By the gurgling stream,

As the fish play,

Oily aquatic plants sway with soft and lovely lines,

Screaming loudly,

The troubles that cut through the sky,

The happiness of childhood has gone quietly like this.

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.

Good childhood, good childhood.

Fifteen, childhood

Childhood longing

It's so far now.

Remember, understand?

Look at those frolicking children.

This is fetter, this is simple.

unrestricted

It seems that everything is separated from them.

Suddenly I was envious.

Follow in mom's footsteps

Look at the legend of this world.

Clear and thorough

For me, this is a bubble.

Life is like a play.

Geometric sadness again.

Childhood longing

Among children.

In spring, everything comes back to life.

Branches and buds germinate on the land of the motherland.

Bloom the glory of new life

In summer.

Cicada is singing in the tree by the pond.

Awaken the deepest desire

in the fall

Yellow leaves fell to the ground.

Look so sad and sentimental.

In winter,

The naked cold wind is ruthlessly destroying.

The snow is still dancing

Plum blossoms are not afraid to compete with snowflakes.

Show a tough figure-take the lead

Childhood longing

Listen to the song of memories

Looking for incomplete memories.

Look at the happy expression on your face.

Keep the most beautiful innocence

Hand in hand with this memory-until I am old