Moisten my heart.
Every time I smile,
Represents innocence again and again.
Childhood is like a downpour,
A beating heart.
Every tear,
Represents consciousness again and again.
Childhood is like a flaming sun,
It warms my heart.
Every radiation,
Represents growth again and again.
Childhood is like a beautiful ballad,
Ripple in my heart.
Every time I am moved,
Represents another kind of maturity.
Childhood is like a sharp sword,
It stung my heart.
Every time I tremble,
I'm sorry again.
Childhood is like a muddy mountain road.
Wandering in my mind.
Every time I look back,
Represents stronger.
Childhood is like a clear river,
Flowing in the land of the soul.
What was childhood like?
Experience is the best answer.
Poems and songs about childhood 2 i. Memories of 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.
Stay away from cold mountains, enter and leave stone paths, and grow up in the depths of white clouds.
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.
Poetry 3 about childhood: We are like flowers after flowers.
Around that old little square table
The whole space is full of
The smell of zongzi in the pot.
Touch the pod-shaped belly
Jump into a wooden basin filled with wormwood water.
Hold the splash in your hands and smile.
A shallow waterfall around the bathtub.
Multicolored silk thread is tied with a small silver bell.
Buckle on the neck, ankle and wrist.
Like hot wheels in Nezha.
We ran and played while they sang.
The sky overhead is like a blue ocean.
Occasionally the cuckoo's voice crosses.
Wherever we go, the sun follows.
As if afraid that we would lose it.
Childhood poems of warm spring breeze
Kites fluttered in the wind.
Yellow-green Yang Liuzhi
Weave a hat without a crown.
Groups of children
Running in the green fields
A childish smile
Laughter travels along the kite to the clouds in the sky.
Happy time is so wanton.
Green river
Worms sing very well.
The nameless wild flowers give off a charming fragrance.
Dark green aquatic plants
Soft, fluttering with the current.
Let the fish play freely.
Little friends are holding trouser legs.
Move gently in the river
Afraid of disturbing the fish in front
Gorgeous sunset glow in the sky
Reflect in the water
Hong Ying children's delicate cheeks.
Time passes so carefree.
Wheat field after autumn
Red dragonfly with big eyes
Like a girl in a wedding dress
Fly around the round wheat pile
Children coming back from school
Running around.
Chase dragonflies
Laughter crossed the empty field.
Echo in the air
Like a vivid Harvest figure.
Under the bare cherry tree in the yard.
Cher is like a dancing lady.
drop from the sky
The debris fell on the thick soil.
A few confused sparrows
Watch helplessly
Under the loud scream.
I have fallen into a friend's sieve.
The joy of childhood fades with the passing of seasons.
In the spring breeze, we will fly the broken kite through time and space.
The river beside the rice field carries the story of our catching fish all summer.
Pick a blooming chrysanthemum in the autumn wind and put it in a memory bottle.
Birds in the sky remember the faces we teased in winter.
We hold blooming morning glory under the window of childhood.
Hua Teng spreads by memory.
That sweet air
Such white clouds and blue sky
Those interesting stories
Only belongs to our time.
Belongs only to our simple country children.
Take this most beautiful childhood.
Treasured in memory forever.
Take them through every day and night of their lives.
Poetry about childhood 5 Last night, the stars knocked at the door.
Invited me to travel to the golden country.
I saw a beam of golden light flashing in front of me.
I followed the stars to the golden country.
A green hill stands before my eyes.
This mountain seems familiar.
Take a closer look.
Ah! This mountain is still covered with my childhood footprints.
Qingxi gurgled before my eyes,
This river is deja vu.
Walk towards it,
Ah! There are traces of playing with companions by the river.
Several white clouds appeared in front of my eyes,
Cloud, also met?
Walk slowly,
Ah! There are many naive ideas in it.
A gust of wind, floating in front of me,
This wind is full of spring!
It seems to carry,
I can always replace my childhood.
Suddenly, several Mao Mao rains slowly fell.
Drop in my heart!
Ah! The rain is full of summer,
There was a loud noise in the sky,
I'm waking up from a spring dream,
Dull standing at the door.
At this time, the star said, "Don't sleep tonight."
Stars fly into the room,
Sparkling fireworks,
Lit the lamp that has been extinguished for a long time in my heart!
Poetry about childhood 6- Spring
Waiting eagerly.
Late spring has finally arrived.
Anxiously take off the heavy cotton-padded clothes.
I'm going to the hill behind the house
Because I know
Flowers will bloom in the warm sunshine.
Take a long-necked glass bottle
Crowded with a handful of colorful flowers
The joy at that time was to let spring bloom in my home.
-Summer
Long time heating
I can't stop running all over the mountain.
Sweat dripped into mom's basket.
Full of joy that I can't stop.
There seems to be endless fruit.
Pick from your own garden.
delicious
And, and ... ...
Mom is in my long hair.
Don't put gardenias on it.
The whole summer of childhood is fragrant.
autumn
Golden fields
Through the efforts of parents for half a year
At this time, it became a harvest resort.
I am busy improving my trap.
Dragonflies, butterflies
Grab and let go.
In the warm sunset
A string of laughter disappeared in the wind.
The calm wind is full of wind.
I never get tired of it.
winter
don't know why
It seldom snowed when I was a child.
It snows occasionally.
It will also be accompanied by rain.
So I caught the snowflake with a glass jar.
I only saw them melt in an instant.
My greatest wish is
Build a laughing snowman in the yard.
Then I must be
Smiling at my work.
Breathe into your red hand.
Time flies in such a hurry.
Those joys that belong to childhood.
I can only recall.
Now I see flowers, fruits and dragonflies.
No urgency, no hope, no joy.
Last winter
I finally made a big snowman by myself.
However, the corners of the mouth rise.
be full of grievances
Poetry about childhood 7 Sunset
A girl
Sitting under the willow by the river.
Little feet dangling.
Strawberry flavored lollipops
With a ponytail
The butterfly landed quietly on the girl's shoulder.
Unfortunately, it was just childhood.
Several children
My face is covered with mud.
Surrounded by collected flowers.
What is the little hand fooling?
Wait, is this like a cake?
One of the little boys
Raise a gentle smile
whispery
Say, come on,
Tomorrow is XX's birthday.
We must do it quickly. Oh!
I want to give XX a surprise.
Girl: Dirty clothes.
Mom will call,
Boy: Nothing. I told my aunt that I had made it dirty. ...
Unfortunately, it was still childhood.
Ah, butterflies
Boy: Do you like it? I will help you catch it.
The bush scratched the boy's clothes.
The bushes grazed the boy's skin.
Splash bright red blood
Finally, the boy carefully picked up the butterfly and gave it to the girl.
Girl: You are bleeding. What should you do?
Boy: Nothing.
The girl let the butterfly go.
Tear off a dress
Wrapped in bloody skin.
Boy: Butterfly, don't you like it very much?
Girl: Maybe the sky is its best home. ...
Yes, I won.
A group of children with young faces upturned,
The setting sun shone on the children's faces.
It's like playing chicken with an eagle.
Ah, "the eagle catches the chicken" is a familiar and unfamiliar word to us.
Familiarity is because we have played and laughed so heartily countless times.
Strange because we haven't played this game since kindergarten.
Seeing this, I want to participate in these children.
But the homework and exams in the schoolbag make us breathless, and we have no time and mind to play games and play house.
A clear stream
We are sprinkling water on each other.
Make fun of each other
XX: Hey, I caught a water snake, so cute.
Now, let alone water snakes, water plants are hard to catch.
All you catch is garbage.
Will it be again?
Naive and hazy
Laughed and cried,
Laughing, crying, crying and laughing.
Cry when it hurts,
This is the child,,,
This is childhood,
Naivety explains our youth,
When we were young, we were like the Paris Tower.
No matter how the wind blows,
We will not fall.
Now, we are like grass in the rain and fog.
So fragile ...
It's been installed for a long time,
Will be very tired.
He always has a bright smile on his face.
Just a tool to disguise yourself.
It seems impossible to cry.
I miss you-when you were a child.
If you want to cry, you can at least have a good cry.
If you want to laugh, at least you don't have to wear a bright but hypocritical smile.
Do whatever you want.
Never worry about what other people think.
Poetry about childhood childhood, like that old handkerchief,
It gives off an ancient and lasting fragrance.
Childhood, like that long shepherd's flute,
Blow out the music that people and gods dance together.
Childhood, like that trickle,
Run along the narrow river.
Childhood is the grass under the tree.
Stubborn growth in the storm.
Childhood is a meteor in the sky,
In a flash of red light.
Childhood is a leaf in the wind,
I don't know where I'm going.
Childhood is a quiet cloud on the horizon.
Gently, tenderly, sweetly,
Slowly away from memory,
Fade away in the years.
Listen, the bell is ringing.
That phone call,
Look, those smiling faces,
That tear,
It constitutes the laughter of childhood, ups and downs.
I can't forget that kind of hungry childhood, that kind of laughter floating out of the smoke.
I can't forget my childhood on the haystack.
I can't forget my sleeping childhood in grandma's story. ......
Poem about Childhood 9 Dear friend, do you still remember your childhood?
What is childhood?
People say that if a person's life is an ocean,
Then childhood is a wave in life,
I said,
Childhood is a fresh song.
With my gentle hands,
Compose time into pleasant notes,
Jump between your fingers;
Childhood is a vivid picture.
With clear eyes,
Draw the years into a pure blue river,
Flow in the eyes;
Childhood is a golden memory,
With my beautiful heart,
Dye time into a warm torch,
Pass it on in people's hearts.
What did you think of when you were a child?
People say that if a person's life is blue sky,
Then childhood is a young eagle looking forward to flying,
I said,
Childhood wants to be the rising sun,
Because its light is more brilliant;
Childhood wants to be a silent spring rain,
Because its breath is more fragrant;
I wanted to realize all my dreams in my childhood.
Because it is a color map that has just been rolled out.
What did you do in your childhood?
People say that if a person's life is a towering tree,
Then childhood is the bud of preparing to become a talent.
I said,
Be a happy bird in childhood,
Sing the joy of life with innocence;
Childhood should be a bright rainbow,
Describe the background of life with kindness;
When I was a child, I wanted to be a petrel struggling with the wind and waves.
Realize the future ideal with strength and diligence.
Poetry about childhood 10 "Dream in the Distance"
How high is the blue sky?
How long is this river?
I used to think quietly.
I also deeply yearned for it.
Flowers fade and bloom again.
The dark clouds are coming again
Only sigh time
Walk too fast
remote
Your broad mind
Are you waiting for me to come gently?
Thousands of miles away
I won't be too far away
It's just a bumpy road.
I always fall down.
Don't worry.
Please be patient.
Wait until the peach blossoms open.
I will give you a surprise.