1. Ancient poems or modern poems about writing childhood

1: Ode to Guilin

The mountains of Guilin are wonderful and beautiful, and the water of Lijiang River is quiet and green.

enjoy the beautiful scenery on a bamboo raft boat,

miss Guilin and don't want to go home.

2: Snowflakes

It's snowing, it's snowing

Let's play with the snow

Snowflakes are floating around us

We

make a snowman in the snow, have a snowball fight

Snow laughs with us

Play with us

Snow, Like elves

playing happily in the air

and butterflies

dancing in the air

snow, but also naughty

jumping around

getting into our hats

and clothes

jumping into our mouths

let us taste

the most beautiful drink in the world

.

what you can't forget is still in your memory,

what you remember, you didn't understand.

Bend over and pick up pieces of fallen leaves to remember,

There will be no news of autumn until next year.

4: Jasmine

Dusty windbreaker

Covering the sky

Pure white jasmine

Blooming under boundless black clothes

The worldly fame and fortune

All sublimate in silence

A faint white floral fragrance

Surrounding me

Guiding me in the right direction <

Free from the shackles of loneliness

Sparkling fireflies

hanging on the treetops

Mysterious light

Guarding my right direction

Blowing a dusty dream between heaven and earth

Crossing the Millennium

Pursuing the frankness and frivolous youth

Even if I lose all my strength

I will choose to be strong

Seeking sincerity. Before

never despair

pure white jasmine

accompanied me to the ends of the earth

looking for my happy flowers

``````

2. Modern poems about childhood

Modern poems about childhood are as follows:

1. Childhood Innocence

Once upon a time, < p

Once upon a time,

I was so happy,

Once upon a time,

I also ran around the merry-go-round every day.

Once upon a time,

I had such a beautiful childhood dream.

how many spring and autumn periods have passed,

time has been reversed.

When I was a child, I always looked out the window in a daze.

I thought about the future when I grew up.

Seeing the leaves turn green year after year,

The pace of running around never stops.

2、

The stage of life has passed through childhood

Did you leave a smiling face in the photo box

The vast sky is the most beautiful picture

No matter how big the resentment is, you can let it go

Cherish the invitation of childhood

Give your heart to nature

Fill in the mileage of life

Hand in the answer sheet at the post station of life

. The laughter is left to spring

the flowers and birds are the precipitation of the years

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

The medal of childhood is collected

Love is passed on by grandma's hand

The kindling of love is full of warm sunshine between heaven and earth

It can be passed down from generation to generation

Every dream has a bright compliment

3. Childhood <

In the snowflake dance,

in the carnival, hands are held in innocence;

when osmanthus fragrans play,

the pursuit of hands in the dust fragrance

the clear and transparent laughter floats in the stream

the years evaporate gently like water, and

the childhood is quietly precipitated like gold.

In the depths of the world,

childhood is full of light,

calling from afar ...

4. Childhood

The longing for childhood is so far away

Remember, know

Looking at frolicking children

is a fetter. It's simply

unconstrained

as if everything is completely separated from them

I suddenly feel envious

Follow my mother's footsteps

Look at this legend of the world

Clear and thorough

For me, However, it is a bubble

Life is like a play

There is geometric sadness

Childhood longing

In spring-everything revives

Branches and buds sprout in the land of the motherland

Bloom with new splendor

In summer

The singing of cicadas on the trees beside the pond

Awakens the deep desire. > in winter,

the naked cold wind cruelly destroys

the snow is still dancing

the plum blossom is not afraid to compete with the snow

showing a tough figure-taking the lead

the longing for childhood

listening to the songs of memories

finding the broken memories from it

looking at the happy face with contentment

preserving the most beautiful innocence <

the memory of childhood,

the enlightenment of life,

the pure water of the soul.

bits and pieces of memory,

time is frozen.

keep it in the warehouse of memories,

keep it in the projection room of life.

appreciation,

aftertaste.

:

childhood (tóng nián) refers to the time period between childhood and adolescence, which is not defined exactly, and it is the first two years of primary school and the time period of primary school.

Word origin:

Bao Zhao's poem "Digging Polygonatum over Tongshan Mountain" in Southern Dynasties and Song Dynasty: "Treasure bait to slow down childhood, and life medicine to stay in decline calendar." Wu Yue Qian's Family Biography of the Song Dynasty: "My son is only acting and economic, and he is a child, so he is summoned to comfort him."

Tang Huang Tao's poem about Torinji: "Don't blame me for not coming home, but I dreamed of going to the forest in my childhood."

3. Modern Poems about Childhood

Dream Childhood I once asked the wise star, and I once asked the kind moon. How long is the dream road? I once asked the affectionate earth, the warm sun, how long the dream road is. Childhood is a newborn green leaf, a budding bud, a blue sky and a beautiful dream. I once asked the clever star, and I once asked the kind moon. How long is the dream road? I once asked the affectionate earth and the warm sun. How long is the dream road? Childhood is a newborn green leaf, a budding bud, a blue sky and a beautiful dream. I once asked the clever star and the kind moon. How long is the dream road? I once asked the affectionate earth, the warm sun, the clever star and the kind moon. I once asked the affectionate earth, the warm sun, how long the dream road is. Childhood is a newborn green leaf, a budding bud, a blue sky and a beautiful dream. I once asked the clever star, and I once asked the kind moon. How long is the dream road? I once asked the affectionate earth and the warm sun. How long is the dream road? Childhood is a newborn green leaf, a budding bud, a blue sky and a beautiful dream. I once asked the clever star and 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 dream road? The night rain, the light smoke, the dream vision, the blurred vision, and the confusion. The stars shine in the air, the mountains and rivers are alive and beautiful, and the old things are in front of me. The childhood image outlines all show the long years. Those years are ruthless and silently farewell to the past, but they are also in a hurry and the spring breeze. The fate changes with confidence, just like the innocent life, cheerful laughter, the sky and the sunset. Looking for the flowers floating in the wind, I call my mother a coquetry, and I accompany my bed every night, vague and psychedelic, floating and laughing. The sky is full of birds flying, the sunset is shining, and the outline of my childhood image is all presented one by one. Fortunately, the girl has no worries, no hatred, no resentment, innocence and joy. I miss my mother silently. When will I return to my arms? When will I meet you in your hometown before dawn? When will you and I be with your hometown forever? I will miss you every night before dawn. When I was a child, I went to the buildings with you in pairs. When can I go to the buildings with you again? Every time I see wild flowers, I will miss you. When I was a child, I fought with you and wanted to climb the moon. You said you wanted me to hang my heart in the sky. When can I fight with you again? I will miss you every time I see stars. When I was a child, I will carve my heart into a flower tree. You said. After two infatuations, I will always watch when I can walk with you to the flower tree again and see if these two hearts are always opposite. * * * You met in childhood, and how many happy moments I spent with you were just my bosom friends. Simple * * * You meet with you every day, and never change when I spend happiness with you. * * * It's not simple and innocent every day. Love is always in my heart, and there are troubles and difficulties, helping each other side by side. I have never forgotten my childhood past.

4. Modern poems describing childhood

cicadas on the banyan tree near the pond of childhood are screaming loudly. On the swing beside the playground in summer, only butterflies are parked on it. The teacher's chalk is still chirping and writing on the blackboard. There is everything in the childhood welfare society, which is waiting for the school to be over and waiting for the game, except that there is no dime in the pocket. Who grabbed the sword and the devil party? Why hasn't a boy passed by my window with a snack in his hand? The first childhood in his heart is always known until he goes to bed. He has only done a little homework, and he never knows the book he should study until after the exam. Teacher Jin said that an inch of 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 if there is any in the mountain. There are many days when immortals live. I am always staring blankly at the sky. I am so curious. I fantasize about such a lonely childhood. Dragonflies fly over pieces of green rice fields under the sunshine. Watercolor crayons and kaleidoscopes can't draw one side. When can that rainbow be like a mature and grown-up face of a senior classmate? I look forward to my holiday. I look forward to my childhood growing up day after day. I look forward to my childhood dream childhood. I once asked the smart stars, I once asked the kind moon. How long is the dream road; I once asked the affectionate earth, the warm sun, how long the dream road is. Childhood is a newborn green leaf, a budding bud, a blue sky and a beautiful dream. I once asked the clever star, and I once asked the kind moon. How long is the dream road? I once asked the affectionate earth and the warm sun. How long is the dream road? Childhood is a newborn green leaf, a budding bud, a blue sky and a beautiful dream. I once asked the clever star and the kind moon. How long is the dream road? I once asked the affectionate earth, the warm sun, the clever star and the kind moon. I once asked the affectionate earth, the warm sun, how long the dream road is. Childhood is a newborn green leaf, a budding bud, a blue sky and a beautiful dream. I once asked the clever star, and I once asked the kind moon. How long is the dream road? I once asked the affectionate earth and the warm sun. How long is the dream road? Childhood is a newborn green leaf, a budding bud, a blue sky and a beautiful dream. I once asked the clever star and 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 dream road? The night rain, the light smoke, the dream vision, the blurred vision, and the confusion. The stars shine in the air, the mountains and rivers are alive and beautiful, and the old things are in front of me. The childhood image outlines all show the long years. The years are ruthless and silently farewell to the past, but they are also in a hurry and the spring breeze. The fate changes with confidence, just like the innocent life, cheerful laughter, the sky and the sunset. Looking for the flowers floating in the wind, I call my mother a coquetry, and I accompany my bed every night, vague and psychedelic, floating and laughing. The sky is full of birds flying, the sunset is shining, and the outline of my childhood image is all presented one by one. Fortunately, the girl has no worries, no hatred, no resentment, innocence and joy. I miss my mother silently. When will I return to my arms? When will I meet you in your hometown before dawn? When will you and I be with your hometown forever? I will miss you every night before dawn. When I was a child, I went to the buildings with you in pairs. When can I go to the buildings with you again? Every time I see wild flowers, I will miss you. When I was a child, I fought with you and wanted to climb the moon. You said you wanted me to hang my heart in the sky. When can I fight with you again? I will miss you every time I see stars. When I was a child, I will carve my heart into a flower tree. You said. After two infatuations, I will always watch when I can walk with you to the flower tree again and see if these two hearts are forever opposite. * * * You met in childhood, and how much happiness you spent with you was just a bosom friend. Simple * * * You meet with you every day, and never change. * * * When you spend happiness with you, every day is not simple and pure, and love will never be lost in your heart.