Like a colorful dream,
When I wake up, it's still so clear and memorable.
childhood
Like colored pearls,
String together endless joy and immature dreams.
childhood
Singing loudly like a bird,
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.
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.
2. Keep imitating in childhood:
Preserve childhood
Grab this petal.
Treasure an indelible fragrance
Since then, the song has been fragrant.
forever and always
Childhood has no troubles.
The uneven past is fallen leaves.
Come with the water and die with the water.
The water mark in life ripples.
Calling me to stay is love.
It is also love that pushes me forward.
Forget only misunderstanding.
Always remember to care.
Preserve childhood
Keep a purity and enthusiasm.
If there is a blue sky overhead
Then be a fearless eagle
3. Keep the memory of my childhood composition "I still remember that' big' bubble gum!" "Yes, the one with the shadow sticker on the back!" "When I was a child, I often bought white rabbit candy and peanut candy."
"Yes, yes, I seldom see it now!" ....................................................................................................................................................... ........................... only went to junior high school, and when he recalled his childhood, he had a different feeling.
It is said that golden childhood, childhood life is happy and carefree. I didn't feel it when I was a child. Now think about it. Childhood is a pure white lily, beautiful, exquisite and elegant; Childhood is a white cloud, bearing hope and joy; Childhood is a flower in bud. Although it has not yet bloomed, it has begun a wonderful life.
Childhood has given us too many rights that we will never enjoy again. There is no heavy pressure, only endless relaxation. There are no annoying troubles, only happiness every day. Nowadays, the pressure on people's shoulders is too heavy and they are helpless. It is a pleasure to recall the good times of childhood occasionally. That's why my parents often tell me stories about their childhood after dinner.
My mother was really "poor and happy" when she was a child. Although she lives in a thatched cottage, she leads a very interesting life. Nature is a natural playground. In the 1970s and 1980s, children knew how to find interesting things to play-climbing trees and picking fruits, fishing and baking, digging holes and playing house.
Sometimes several children carry baskets to pick Malan heads and walk to a place full of Malan heads on a slope. When they say "start", they pout one by one and immerse themselves in the competition to see who picks more. By late in the morning, everyone returned home with a full load, and all the green things in the empty basket were fresh Malantou.
As a result, every family was Malantou at the dinner that day, and those who came in with bowls could only smile helplessly. Sometimes, if there is only one basket, the children will put all the Malan heads they have picked into this basket, and then draw Fang Gezi with branches on the ground, with a basket of Malan heads next to them, and decide the outcome by playing checkerboard. The winner will be lucky enough to take home a basket of Malan heads.
Whenever I talk about these happy memories, my mother is always as happy as a child. Golden childhood, in frolicking and innocent laughter, has gone away, leaving a string of beautiful memories.
And this memory can always be engraved in the deepest part of my heart and treasured forever. If life is like a building, then memories are the building blocks, and childhood memories are the most important cornerstone.
With the cornerstone of childhood memories, the building of life is unique and indestructible. Therefore, keep your childhood memories, chew slowly and taste slowly, and you will find that the life supported by childhood memories is more substantial and exciting.
4. The composition "Keep your childhood in your heart" The good friends left by childhood, in the years like songs, add more childhood poems to embellish it. It can not only wash away the dust in our hearts, enhance our sense of happiness, but also light an immortal lamp in your heart. The memory of childhood comes into view, which is a kind of enjoyment of youth, the epitome of rejuvenation and childlike innocence. Looking back on childish childhood, the mind is so pure, not trivial and selfish at all. Immature breeds kindness and grows with emotion. Childhood: simple expression, a beautiful life begins! Looking back on my childhood, I am no longer depressed and hesitant. I release the pressure in my heart in the memory of my childhood, enjoy my childhood in the game, and blend in with the best time in my heart. I am happy. Sincere childhood harvest is my mood or a cheerful moment, a moment to regain high morale! Looking back on my simple childhood, people saw the bottom at a glance, quite picky, without affectation and hypocrisy, and I felt extremely happy. It makes others abandon protection, open their hearts to themselves, and there is no gap between people. At this time, you are greeted by a breeze, which makes your childhood full of comfort and warmth! Childhood is a colorful world. Let's leave the most beautiful childhood background and memories in this beautiful world. Friends, let's pour more memories into childhood, ask for more fun and better interpret the meaning of childhood.
5. The poem "Imitate and Keep Childhood" is a cicada under the banyan tree by the pond of childhood. 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. Everything in the childhood welfare society is waiting for school, except a dime in the pocket. Who got the sword and the devil's party? What about the boy in the next class? I haven't handed the snacks in my mouth to my window yet. My first childhood was always until I went to bed. I only did a little homework. I always don't know what to study until I finish the exam. Teacher Jin said that 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 whether there are immortals living in the mountains. How many days, a person is always staring at the sky, so curious, so dreaming of such a lonely childhood. Dragonflies fly over green rice fields in the sun, and watercolor crayons and kaleidoscopes can't draw a rainbow. When can I have a face as mature and grown up as my seniors? I look forward to my holiday and tomorrow, and I look forward to my childhood. I look forward to my childhood year after year.