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
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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.