If childhood is, use poems and songs about childhood.

Whether at school or in society, you must have read classic poems. Poetry is a literary genre that expresses social life and people's spiritual world according to certain syllables and rhythms. Still struggling to find excellent classic poems? The following are the poems and songs about childhood that I collected for you. Welcome everyone to learn from them, I hope it will help you. Childhood Poetry 1 How high is the blue sky and how long is the river? I used to think quietly, deeply longing for the flowers to wither and the clouds to come again, only sighing that time passed too fast and too far. Is your broad mind waiting for me thousands of miles away? I won't be too far, but the road is bumpy. I always fall down. Don't worry. Please wait patiently until the peach blossoms are in full bloom. I will give you an unexpected childhood. Poem 2 "Flying Dreams" Flying dreams, stick to the end, no matter how long the road is, flying dreams, I am full of passion, I believe I can realize my ideals and flying dreams. I want to tell the world that if you give yourself a hope, it will turn into infinite power. I want to tell the world that even the storm can't stop me from flying. I want to tell the world that as long as I persist, even if I feel pain and cry, I will never give up. Childhood-spring is eagerly waiting. Late spring has finally arrived. I am eager to take off my thick cotton-padded coat. I want to go to the hill behind the house, because I know that flowers will bloom in the warm sunshine, and find a long-necked glass bottle. The joy at that time was to let spring bloom in my home. The long summer heat can't stop the running and waving of the mountain. The sweat spilled in my mother's basket is full of joy that I can't stop. There seems to be endless fruits to pick in my garden. Also, my mother put a gardenia in my long hair, which was fragrant throughout my childhood. The golden field in autumn has become a harvest destination after half a year's hard work by my parents, but I am busy improving my trap dragonfly. Butterflies caught and released a string of laughter in the warm sunset, and my enthusiasm was filled in the calm wind-I don't know why it seldom snowed in my childhood winter, and occasionally snowflakes fell with the rain, so I caught them in a glass jar and watched them melt instantly. My biggest wish is to build a smiling snowman in the yard. Then I must be smiling at my own work and facing the red pair. I can only recall the fun that belonged to my childhood. Now I only see flowers, fruits and dragonflies. I am anxious, I hope, I am happy. Last winter, I finally made a big snowman by myself. However, the rising corners of the mouth are full of poems and songs that wronged childhood. Our childhood is like a breeze that rustles forward and never comes back. Our childhood is like a bird flapping forward, never flying backward. Our childhood is like a boat crashing forward, which is gone forever. Our childhood is like a kite flying forward and never coming back. 5 "What is Childhood?" Childhood is an endless ocean. Everything that happened to him was like waves in the sea, and the happy melody fluctuated like waves; Childhood is a small boat, full of all the stories, sailing freely in the Wang Yang; Childhood is a beautiful garden, and everything he has experienced is like a blooming flower in the garden. Childhood is a photo album, recording every beautiful moment and leaving beautiful memories; Childhood is a book, and everything he experienced is recorded and merged into a touching story; Childhood is a kite, flying in the blue sky with childhood dreams; Childhood is a pencil. Even if you use an eraser, it will still leave a mark. Childhood poem 6 "Fishing" (childlike interest) The fish held the fish symbol for a long time but slept soundly on the water. What happened to the fish today? Do they carry schoolbags, too? Are they also in school, just looking forward to it? They put the children away early, and just as I was looking forward to finishing school early at school, the fishing line was tight again. It awakened me with the symbol of fish, and I held my breath. My little eyes are wide open. I heard my heartbeat and caught the little fish. I'm in my prime. Did Mr. Yu rush out of the school gate like me, so busy that his mouth was closed? I am a warm-hearted person. I'll let them get what they want. 7 "Catching Cicada (Childish Fun)" is my top. Walking around in the Woods in the sun, sweating like a pig, I listened with my ears sideways, I opened my eyes to see Hehe, I found a cicada, I patted my feet, bent my back and slowly lifted the bamboo pole. Damn bamboo pole, why do you make my heart beat drums? Don't panic. I don't want to eat you. I'm trying to make you smell good and sing in my stomach. I threw the bamboo pole to the ground and kept mumbling. I won't like it if you don't tremble. The bad guy flew away. Why are you still peeing on my face? Childhood poem 8 "Tomorrow" (childlike interest) I went to a pond full of reeds with some friends in my heart and fear, where fireflies danced. We turned on the flashlight and flashed, and some stupid idiots thought it was the call of their companions. My blue glass bottle will light up soon. I put it on the pillow. I want to sleep with the stars tonight. 9 childhood poems and songs. My childhood was very difficult because the countryside was generally poor at that time; My childhood was free and happy, because at that time, peasant families were rarely restrained and we could enjoy nature; My childhood is to temper my will, because we have to do everything in labor practice, we have increased our knowledge and improved our ability; My childhood is to shape personality, because the simplicity, tenacity, fortitude and tenacity of farmers nourish our hearts and shape our character. Childhood is a poem, because pain and happiness are the most unforgettable chapters in everyone's heart; Childhood is a painting, because everyone must be engraved with the most unforgettable impression. Childhood is a song, because everyone must have a song written with his most exciting notes; Childhood is an ensemble of youth, because everyone must experience the rhythm of youth, anxiety and irritability, blindness and impulsiveness, wildness and rationality. Childhood-Growth of Youth-Poems and Songs of Childhood 10 In childhood memory, it is always spring. On the roadside in front of the door, there is an ancient willow tree, which needs three adults to enclose. In the tree hole with roots half a person high, there are tablets of the land god, incense, red firecrackers, moss, unknown wild flowers, broken pottery pieces and tiles of unknown years, and occasionally a few ancient copper coins with branches can be pulled out. On rainy days, some people hide from the rain, some people chat, and some people are in a daze. On a sunny day, we climbed a tall branch and fished out myna in the tree hole. Under the tree, we held hands and danced our own tap dance. Later, we abandoned the tablet of the land god and built a stone house with five stone heads. On the solstice of summer, we began to travel far. When I went home the year before last, the old tree was still there, and the hole in the tree was buried by the soil that built the road. Childhood poems 1 1 childhood two children sat cross-legged on the ground, playing with the collected bottle caps. You turn him around and enjoy it. I watched and remembered my childhood. A group of naive children fiddled with the collected bottle caps, some took them home to make vases, and some' faces were full of satisfaction when the gyro kept turning. Bang, the bottle cap is broken like a crystal ball. The child muttered and left it in a corner, leaving angrily. I rushed to play ... childhood poems and songs 12 childhood dreams. I like singing, dreaming that one day, I will stand on the stage and sing my favorite songs happily. But the adults said, "no, son, you have grown up and should learn this kung fu." I want to raise a lovely kitten and play with me when I finish learning. But the adults said, "No, it's too dirty. It will mess up your bed. " I yearn for a long hair. In my dream, I will give it a sweet smile. But the adults said to me, "hair is not that important, what matters is your brain." I am a girl who loves to dream and fantasize about the future. But the adults said, "Stop daydreaming and do your homework." Why do adults never know what we want? But they remember what they lost in childhood. What the father and the daughter want is not more boring gifts than the desert-test papers, dictionaries … but-flying freely in the sky like birds; Playing games happily in the Woods and streams like butterflies. Dear mom and dad, please let my childhood have no regrets! After all, childhood-only once, don't you always say? Childhood poems and songs 13 childhood memories, like a little foot, can't walk away. I was playing with my friends at that time. You run after me, everyone laughs and laughs. No matter how I play, everyone is not tired at all. My friends and I are really happy! Childhood memories, like warm hands, touch each other's hearts together. I was still very timid at that time. It was my friend's hand that gave me courage. When everyone is in trouble, they all hold each other's hands, and we hold them tightly and refuse to let go. Childhood memories, like a big tree, sway ah ah, how to also sway. At that time, I didn't know what a deep friendship was, but I still wanted to explore hard. When I fell, my friends came to comfort me and gently helped me up, which made me feel a deep friendship. Childhood memories, like a pair of wings, are pure and lovely, trying to make us fly! My friends and I were studying paper cranes. We sincerely hope that it can flap its wings and try to fly on the horizon of the blue sky and the sea. Blooming golden light ... childhood poems 14 cicadas under banyan trees by childhood pond. On the swing beside the playground in summer, only butterflies stop on the blackboard. The teacher's chalk is still twittering and writing hard. There is everything in the childhood welfare club, waiting for the game after school, but there is nothing in the pocket. Who will grab the sword next class, Zhuge Shiro and the Devil Party? Why hasn't that boy walked past my window, the cartoon in his mouth, the first childhood in his heart? 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. Many days, he always stares at the sky alone, so he is curious, so he fantasizes. In such a lonely childhood, I always have to wait until I go to bed to know my homework. He always doesn't know what to read until he finishes the exam. I haven't read an inch of books. The teacher said that an inch of gold can't buy an inch of time. Day after day, year after year, I was in a daze. Day after day, year after year, I look forward to growing up. Childhood poems and songs 15. When I was in a bad mood, inspiration didn't come knocking. A bird elephant knows that it is standing on a tree in front of the window, chirping in front of my window, and the crisp birdsong brings me back to spring. It was in the Woods of my hometown. A few naughty children in the park chased the chirping birds with slingshots for a while, and then tirelessly ran west. Birds are tired and fly out of sight, but they also take away our spring. We hung the loss on the branches, found bamboo to make a bird flute, blew out a string of birds, and hid them in the branches of the forest to attract them back. One, two, three ... The songs of birds revived in the forest, and the wonderful sounds were collected by childhood. Time flies, childhood friends have grown up to farm. It's hard to be together for several years. The birdsong of my childhood is just scattered in my memory. If I find a bird flute, can it blow back our happy spring? When the sun went down and night began to fall, the birds in front of the window stopped singing. Is it standing motionless on the branch? Looking at the branches flying with my friends for many years, it brings a new spring breeze. I was afraid that the bird would be cold and cried. Built a nest for a lovesick bird. Childhood Poetry 16 Childhood is an espresso that warms your heart. Childhood is a cup of faint herbal tea, which makes people memorable. Childhood is a rainbow after a storm. Childhood is a colorful road. Childhood is happy on the peach branches. Liu Yin's childhood was happy. Happy childhood on the wandering swing. In the beautiful campus. Childhood is a happy time. It is the poetry and songs that mercilessly retain childhood and cherish childhood now. Childhood, you are a fruit candy. Every time you recall that sweet taste, happiness will come to mind. Childhood is a bowl of chicken soup for the soul. Although it was dull at first, it was memorable after drinking. Childhood is a blank sheet of paper. On this paper, you are a creative artist, describing your own wonderful childhood. Childhood is a dream. Dreams are beautiful, but they are short-lived. Childhood is a rain. It came with a bang and left quietly. Childhood is a ray of sunshine, deeply sprinkled in our hearts, and let our dreams fly far away on the wings of happiness. Childhood poetry 18 childhood regards the gorgeous rainbow after the rain as a colorful drawing board; Imagine the green shadows swept by the spring breeze, like seaweed rippling in the deep sea. My little head is full of fantasies. I want to see the old story in the south of the city, the Changting ancient road outside the ancient city, riding a broom to play Quidditch on the playground of Hogwarts. Listening to the lotus pond full of frogs is like walking by the water lily garden of Monet. How high the sky is, how big the dream is hidden in my heart. When the wind blows, I think of the black silk scarf of the feather fan in the Three Kingdoms, which is so chic that it disappears. At sunset, I remembered the hero's "three bowls can't cross the mountain" in Jingyanggang. When the flowers bloom, I think of the luxury of Xiaoxiang Building in the Grand View Garden of the Red Chamber. When it snowed, the journey to the West went through many hardships, and the hardships of Wan Li's trek surfaced again. Product, a pot of tea, you can tick off the blue bricks and red tiles of Jiangnan water town; Taste, a bite of rice, you can draw a curl of kitchen smoke with the garden menu; Look, an old man is fishing in the cold Jiang Xue, and an old fisherman is wearing green clothes and green coir. Listen, the bells of Hanshan Temple outside Gusu are faint in the middle of the night. The fan in the classroom is shaking lazily, and cicadas are singing lazily by the pond. The eyes of knowledge are staring at the blackboard full of formulas. A lot of homework in the schoolbag has not been finished. The heat cannot keep a heart that wants to fly. I don't want to sit and fly in the outside world!