1. Handwritten newspaper with poems about childhood

Handwritten newspaper with poems about childhood 1. Colorful childhood handwritten newspaper, poems

Childhood is a poem, It is also a colorful dream.

In this beautiful world of childhood, many interesting things happened around me. I remember one year during the winter vacation, I was watching TV with relish at home. After a while, I saw the actors wearing beautiful dresses dancing on the ice. I looked at their graceful dancing and felt extremely envious.

I also want to dance on the ice, but what if there is no ice? After a while, I came up with a good idea. I took a basin of water and poured it on the ground. After a while, the water turned into ice.

I quickly put on my beautiful skirt and came to the door. The cold wind blew and I shivered with cold. I thought of the beautiful dance again. I just came to the ice without hesitation.

I just walked around twice and thought: Why not let dad and mom come to see it? If they saw my performance they would definitely praise me. When I was happy, I heard a "chiliu" sound, and I was thrown heavily to the ground. I cried with a "wow" sound.

My crying alarmed my father and mother. They hurriedly ran outside the house and saw that my lips were purple from the cold. They touched my forehead with their hands and it was as hot as fire. Dad said: "I have a fever." Come on, go see a doctor quickly." After seeing the doctor, my father criticized me severely, and I lowered my head in shame.

Through this incident, I understood a truth: "What you do depends on the situation, and you cannot do it unrealistically." From now on, I will no longer do "imitation shows".

2. Handwritten newspaper materials about childhood (no poems required)

How many do you want? Let me give you a few articles first: 1. Childhood "Childhood" is the first part of Gorky's autobiographical novel trilogy.

As early as the 1890s, Gorky had the idea of ????writing a biographical work. Between 1908 and 1910, Lenin visited Gorky at his residence on the Island of Capri, Italy. Gorky told him more than once about his childhood and teenage life.

Once, Lenin said to Gorky: "You should write everything out, old friend, you must write it down! All of this is of great educational significance, excellent!" Gorky Said: "One day in the future, I will write it out..." Soon, he fulfilled this promise. In this book, Gorky truly described his difficult childhood, reflected some typical characteristics of social life at that time, and especially painted a true and vivid picture of the customs and customs of the Russian petty bourgeoisie.

It not only reveals those "heavy scandals", but also depicts many outstanding ordinary characters around the author, among which the image of the grandmother is one of the most glorious and poetic images in Russian literature. one. It was these ordinary people who gave the young Gorky a good influence, enabling him to develop a character that did not bow to ugly phenomena, and trained him to become a strong and kind person.

2. Alyosha Alyosha is the central character in the book. He has been carefully kind, especially under the upbringing of his grandmother, and has developed a heart that can distinguish between good and evil, right and wrong, and can love and hate. soul. He is diligent in learning and hard-working, and his severe life has tempered him into a new man with strong will, ideals and achievements.

The most important things in his character are: desire for knowledge and vision for a better future. The hardships of life did not deter him. He firmly believed that the darkness would eventually pass and the future would be bright.

The image of Alyosha is the representative of a new generation of Russians. Her growth path is the path for millions of Russian workers to move toward revolution and a new life.

3. No poems are required for the content of childhood handwritten newspapers

Childhood dreams, colorful dreams; childhood songs, happy songs; a string of childhood footprints; childhood Stories piled upon piles. "Does this song remind you of your wonderful childhood life? In those colorful years, many things happened, not as bright as the stars. My childhood was wonderful, and there were many things worth remembering...

Childhood is a sea of ??joy. On the seaside of memories, there are countless shells, some are dark, reminding people of a sad past; some are bright, reminding people of the fun things I remember in my childhood. Looking for the most beautiful shell, ah, I found it...

Looking back on my childhood, many memories appeared in front of me. Although the scenes were ridiculous on the surface, they were full of meaning; the vivid characters, Witness the footsteps of history with me. I seem to see the leaves hanging on the memory tree recording my past, swaying in the wind...

Childhood is colorful, just like that. Like the beautiful shells on the seashore; childhood is carefree, like the wandering dolls playing all day; childhood is innocent and sweet, like the clear spring water in the mountain stream. Speaking of childhood, I can't help but think of something. An interesting thing.

Childhood is an innocent and unforgettable time. In childhood, we are weaving beautiful stories every day. An insect, a discovery, and a dispute. .It seems insignificant, but it contains our happiness, dreams and pursuits.

4. Handwritten newspaper materials from childhood

If you are a girl, you can draw some characters, flowers and plants if you have the ability. It is best to have something with a childhood atmosphere, such as slides, swings,,,,,

You can find pictures on the Internet and try to copy them. If your painting skills are not very good, you can use some simple decorations based on your imagination, and don't worry about being popular or tacky. Use your imagination.

As for the content, I collected a poem for you, you can refer to it.

Pick a few sentences you like, just a few paragraphs. If the blank space is large enough, copy them all.

Childhood (Poetry)

Under the warm sunshine

The cuckoo is singing and laughing

The beautiful hands of the poplar Also swaying with the wind

Childish singing

Wandering in the flowing water

The happy years flow like this

The green birch forest Inside

There are the whispers of insects

The white dandelions exude beautiful flower hats

Friends gathering together

Running in the wind

The intoxicating time jumps like this

By the gurgling stream

There are fish playing

The oily water plants are swaying Soft lines

Loud screams

Troubles that cut through the sky

The joy of childhood just disappeared silently

Childhood

Childhood is a fresh song

I use my young hands

to compose the days into a string of notes

In Jumping between fingers

Childhood is a pure blue painting

I use clear eyes

to paint the years into a pure blue river

Flowing in the heart

Childhood was found in the rice fields

That bunch of rice ears

In the long river of time

When time paints the color of sadness

Paint the time and space I walk through

When life uses strong hands

Fill my heart with hardships

Childhood, it is in my silent heart

Singing softly and cheering

In the river of time Inside,

deposited into pearls

I carefully strung it into a shining necklace in the silent night

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Brighten my whole body and mind

Dreamy childhood

I once asked the wise stars,

I once asked the kind moon.

How long is the road to dreams?

I once asked the affectionate earth,

I once asked the warm sun.

The road to dreams How long is it?

Childhood is like a new green leaf,

Childhood is like a bud in bud,

Childhood is like a blue sky,

Childhood is full of beautiful dreams.

I once asked the wise stars,

I once asked the kind moon;

Is there any way to dream? How long.

I once asked the affectionate earth,

I once asked the warm sun.

How long is the road to dreams?

Childhood is like a new green leaf,

Childhood is like a budding flower bud,

Childhood is like a blue sky,

Childhood is a dream full of beauty .

I once asked the wise stars,

I once asked the kind moon;

How long is the road to dreams.

I once asked the affectionate earth,

I once asked the warm sun.

How long is the road to dreams.

I once asked the smart stars. ,

I once asked the kind moon.

How long is the road of dreams;

I once asked the affectionate earth,

I once asked the warm sun.

How long is the road to dreams?

Childhood is like a new green leaf,

Childhood is like a bud in bud,< /p>

Childhood is a blue sky,

Childhood is full of beautiful dreams.

I once asked the smart stars,

I I once asked the kind moon;

How long is the road to dreams.

I once asked the affectionate earth,

I once asked the warm sun.< /p>

How long is the road to dreams?

Childhood is like a new green leaf,

Childhood is like a bud in bud,

Childhood is like a flower The blue sky,

Childhood is full of beautiful dreams.

I once asked the smart stars,

I once asked the kind moon;

How long is the road to dreams?

I once asked the affectionate earth,

I once asked the warm sun.

The road to dreams How long is it?

Handwritten newspapers are actually very easy to draw. Don’t treat it as a homework or a task, just treat it as your hobby.

I hope you will make progress in your studies. Choose me~~ (^_^)∠※

5. Handwritten poems for children

Snowflakes are floating in the sky, I will sweep the snow. Build a big snowman, wear a little Red Riding Hood.

Put the mouth and eyes on, and the snowman smiles at me.

The little white rabbit is white and white, with two ears standing up. It loves to eat radishes and vegetables. It is so cute to jump around.

The rooster is so beautiful, with its bright red crown flower coat, shiny neck and red melons. Everyone praises it when they see it. Chickens, chicks, chirp, chirp, love to eat bugs and millet.

Little ducks are quacking, with flat beaks and big feet. Little frogs, croaking, eat pests and protect crops.

Little fat pig, chubby. Eat well and sleep soundly.

The little squirrel has a big tail. He jumps up and down gently. I help you and you help him. He picks pine cones and sends them home. Little peacock, you are so beautiful, wearing a floral dress, the clothes are clean and neat, we all like you.

Children, don’t be greedy, it’s the New Year after Laba Festival.” “How many days have you been drinking Laba porridge, it’s twenty-three; twenty-three, sticky melons; twenty-four, sweep the house.” On the 25th, freeze tofu; on the 26th, go buy meat; on the 27th, slaughter the rooster; on the 28th, make the noodles; on the 29th, steam the steamed buns; on the 30th, stay up all night to celebrate the New Year "Walking all over the street" "Little Fairy Tale" In the south of the clouds, in that distant place, there is a group of leaves saying: We want to bloom like flowers. There is a group of flowers saying: We want to fly like birds.

There is a group of leaves. Peacock said: We want to grow like trees. "After the Rain" Author: Bing Xin The green treetops shone with golden light, and the square became an ocean! A group of barefoot children in the water were as happy as gods. The little brother stepped on the water hard. , The water splashed so high.

He shouted: "Sister, be careful, it's slippery!" "As he said that, he slipped and fucked! He patted his wet and muddy pants and said: "Oops - oops! "But his flushed and happy face radiated excitement and pride. The little sister held up two short and thick pigtails and followed closely behind the mud pants. She bit her lip, lifted her skirt, and gently I ran carefully on the ground, but in my heart I hoped that I would have such a happy fall! The sky is blue and the sea is clear. The teacher's eyebrows are curved, like a boat and the moon, and her eyes are watery. She sparkles when we laugh. .

Look around and look around, Teacher, what are you doing? Write, trace, draw... A big pumpkin rolled out! ...drawing... Look, look, the teacher smiled: What a little painter! I am so happy...

6. Handwritten newspaper about poetry

Bing Xin’s Poem of Stars and Spring Water Loneliness increases depression and business eliminates worries - My friend! Happiness lies in non-stop work! (Comments) In loneliness we only think of things that worry us, while in busyness, There will be no time to think about troubles, and being busy will naturally eliminate troubles. Some people don’t like to be busy, but when they are not busy, troubles will increase, isn’t it also very troublesome? At work! The best thing about this poem is the word "increase" in the first sentence. The meaning of this word is to increase on the original basis, not just to feel depressed in loneliness.

Starry Spring Water Smart people! In this deserted world, they can only carry the lamp of "confidence" and carry on in the darkness (Comment) This poem is like Bing Xin's warning to smart people. Don't be self-righteous.

There are many self-righteous smart people in this world, but as Bing Xin said, how many people can only hold up the lamp of "confidence" but are misled by their cleverness.

I think the best word in this poem is: Momo. This word is very novel and a little poetic! Stars 1 Stars twinkling - In the deep blue space, I could never hear their conversation. In silence, in the dim light, they praised each other deeply. Second childhood! It is the truth in dreams, it is the dream in truth, it is the tearful smile when remembering, the trembling of thirty thousand hectares - the moon rises on the edge of the dark island, the source of life and the place of death! Four little brother! Three bright and joyful stars in my soul, gentle, ineffable, children of the soul! 5. Darkness. How to describe the depth. The depth of the soul. The depth of the universe. The resting place in the brilliant light. 6. Mirror. Looking at the other side. The other side feels unnatural. It is better to turn it over. 7. The only ones who are awake are lonely and angry people! Listen to the fortune-telling gong to break the fate of the world. 8. The broken flowers are adorned on the branches. The birds have flown away, scattering red all over the ground - Is life also such a glimpse? 9. Meng'er is the one who can't hide it the most! The clear and honest truth tells you the secrets and worries in your soul - the green buds say to the youth, "Develop yourself!" The pale flowers say to the youth, "Contribute yourself!" The deep red ones Guo'er said to the young man, "Sacrifice yourself!" - Where can I find the infinite mystery? After his smile, there is the infinite mystery before his words - human beings! After falling in love, we are all long-term travelers heading towards the same destination - the city wall at the corner of the city and the boundless blue sky - this is the heaven and the world - we are all natural babies lying in the cradle of the universe - 5 child! You can enter my garden, but don't pick my flowers - look at the thorns of the roses, they hurt your hands. 16. Young man! For the sake of future returns, carefully draw your current picture. 17. My friend! Why do you say that I am "silent"? There are things in the world that go beyond language and words. 18. Writers! Deliberately sow your seeds to find your fruits anytime and anywhere. 19. My heart is like a boat passing through the ups and downs of the sea of ??time. 20. The flower branches of happiness are looking for perfection in the hands of the God of destiny. The piano strings outside the window touched my heart! How come it lingers deeply in the lingering sound? It is the infinite sound of trees. It is the infinite moonlight. It is the separation of two and two - it is the hazy moon and sun. It is the farewell of death - it is the haggard falling flowers. The lamp of the soul is bright in silence and bustling. After extinguishing it, Sunflower admitted to those who had never met Bai Lian that they were best friends. Bai Lian came out of the water. Sunflower lowered her head, her graceful pride said goodbye to herself, and she died! Rise up and praise him. It is the end of silence. It is eternal rest. 26. The high mountain tops and the deep sea - it is the cold heart and the passionate tears. Poor small people! 27. The poet is the greatest happiness in the world's fantasy and the deepest disappointment in reality. 28. The waves of my hometown! Just as your splashing waves used to knock on my rock drop by drop, now they are knocking on my heartstrings drop by drop. 29 My friend is sorry for you. The comfort I can give you is just a cold smile. 30 Is this all that time has to offer? It's like the past, but nothing has been accomplished except vague thoughts! 31. The family is the most unfeeling - people's tears are his harvest. 32. The sting of the roses is the resentment of those who pick them. 33. Mother! Put aside your sorrow and let me indulge in your arms. Only you are the settlement of my soul. It is not the rolling waves that create the new land, but the tiny sand under the ground. Thirty to fifty thousand angels will rise up to sing the praises of the little children. child! His small body contains a great soul. Three-six sunlight penetrated into the stone gap and said to the tiny thorn fruit, "Stretch out your head with my power and free your imprisoned self!" The tree trunk pierced through the solid rock. Split in half, Sanqi Artist! Are you and the world forever separated by a layer of mist of light? On the well railing, listen to the gurgling river at the foot of the mountain - The cool wind blows my hair to the horizon - When I turn around, a few more lights are added to the ground. Are they stars or lamps? When she first woke up from her nine dreams, she caught a glimpse of the bright sun among the stacks of clouds at the foot of the mountain! I feel sorry for you when I say goodbye, but it seems like we are seeing you again now! Forty my friends! Don't trust me easily, I'll cause you endless troubles. I'm just a weakling driven by thoughts! 4 - The night has gone deep and the door of my heart is about to open - A wandering traveler is thinking about God coming unexpectedly. 42 Clouds are in the sky and people are on the ground. Thoughts are imprisoned by facts, which is the source of all pain. 43 The truth is found in the silence of babies, not in the debates of smart people. 44 It’s natural! Please allow me to ask you just one sentence, a solemn word. Have I not misunderstood you? 45 The flowers of speech bloom bigger, and the fruits of actions grow smaller. 46 The candle on the pine branch remains lit! Just play the tune again and again! Waiting for the distant brother coming to the door from the night. 47. Childhood friends. Waves of waves. Mountain shadows. Brilliant sunset. Tragic trumpet. Are we estranged now? 48. Weak grass! Be proud. Only you generally decorate the world. 49 Fragmented poems are just a few waves in the sea of ??learning. However, they are like bright and twinkling stars embedded in the sky of the soul. Will the constant emotions greet him? Can he surge up? The unexpected trend of thought wants to create the magical word Five - The criticism and judgment of ordinary people are like a group of blind men speculating on the flowers and pebbles beside the moon's May 2 orbit outside the clouds! In just this second, you and I are in infinite life.