Childlike poetry

Childlike innocence is like poetry, each poem is lively and vivid. Childlike innocence is a song, echoing with clear tones. A childlike innocence is interspersed in the worldly and helpless life, so that one can maintain a pure heart. I also protect, treasure and maintain it more carefully. Afraid of throwing it away. I also know that in front of the world, I am calm and pure. When it is your own time, you will definitely return to the childlike atmosphere and truly relax your body and mind. Childlike innocence, some people once had it, but it gradually dies out in a cruel and indifferent society until it disappears. Some people have always had childlike innocence, facing life with a smile and building a life with a cool mind. There will also be people who, like me, reveal the beauty and simplicity of childlike innocence at the right time and enjoy everything it brings. Because there is love in my heart, I am said to have a childlike innocence, because I love the world with my most essential heart.

Childlike innocence is a good medicine for a dull and depressing life. It is the bright dawn that brightens the color of life. It is a self-state that reflects the love for life. It is a simple act that expresses the passion in the heart. In my opinion, it cannot be easily discarded or erased willfully at any time. Everything in the world is constantly changing, and it is impossible for everything to go smoothly. Life is short, time is precious, and it will not be turned back according to human will. People always have to go through childhood, but they must not lose their innocence. Life requires childlike innocence, and society calls for childlike innocence. Having a childlike innocence makes me live younger and younger. I hope I will always keep a childlike innocence!

In the dead of night, I always keep thinking about the camel team of my childhood walking slowly, trampling the winter sun all over the ground, and the sweet ringing broke the silence of the journey, which is still far away today. echoed in the dream...

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When I got up in the morning and looked at myself in the mirror, I felt a little confused: What happened to the once carefree little face? A little more sad? After breakfast, facing the "mountain high" homework, I was a little surprised: How did the once impetuous mood change to a calm one? When I was bored, I casually flipped through the dusty photo album, and I had endless feelings: Where did the little girl with braids and jumping around all day go?

Time goes by and people change. Today, I am no longer naive and straightforward when thinking about problems. I no longer yell when I see curious things. Everything has become calm and I have gradually lost my original attitude. The selfless innocence you possess.

On this day, the sunlight pours on the fresh and elegant four-leaf clover curtains, which creates a unique mood. Having just struggled out of the sea of ??books, I lay lazily on the windowsill, enjoying the rare leisure time in this winter afternoon. Looking through the window, I could vaguely see a few "little angels" with happy smiles playing and playing on the lawn outside, and they also laughed like silver bells from time to time. My heart couldn't help but tremble slightly. I thought I had already I have the answer...

I still remember that Grandma Bing Xin once said, "Childhood is the truth in dreams, the dream in truth, and the smile with tears in memories." Childhood carries our full dreams, and she is the support of our souls. Although those years have passed, innocence should never be lost.

Too much pressure in reality makes us breathless, and invisible shackles make us lose our precious childlike innocence. But the journey of life is long and short, full of thorns. Whether you fail or succeed along the way, that is just the final result. After reading about joy and sorrow, right and wrong, I gradually understood what I didn't understand at the time: the true meaning of life lies in the unique process in the middle. Being unique is popular, and I believe in myself that cannot be copied. All of this depends on a mentality, a positive and optimistic mentality.

Since we can’t go back to our childhood, let us seize the present, leave a little innocence for ourselves, appreciate the true meaning of life, and love what we love frankly and pursue everything in this land of innocence. My dream is to laugh happily, cry freely, and create a brilliant sky of my own!

Leave a little innocence for yourself. Because of innocence, we have vigorous vitality; because of innocence, we have an extraordinary state of mind; because of innocence, we have an unfettered life...

Black and white are our first colors; with the colorful paintings of childhood, they are the colors of our childhood; now, childhood is a gentle wound in everyone’s heart, and if it is inadvertently pulled, there will be traces of pain: we The color degrades to the initial state of black, and white. Life in the third grade of junior high school is completely immersed in black and white test papers.

It is monotonous and compact, but the bloody scores and red crosses are the only unique ones.

But why can’t we fall asleep sweetly holding a soft bear, why can’t we laugh happily while eating marshmallows, why can’t we go to the amusement park to play in the dark, and finally go home with a bunch of balloons? Asked this question by the parents, they replied: You are so old, what else can you do if you don’t want to study. Thinking back to the childlike rubber bands and marbles, and the clapping game full of childish fun, when I grew up, I could only immerse myself in the black and white test papers, with a sad face, always wanting to turn back the time and reappear the beauty, but what I got. It’s a childhood that will never come back.

I wonder if I can also write with a blue pen on my test paper.

When you are impetuous, staring at the test paper in front of you, even 1+1 becomes as complicated as a trigonometric function. The test paper is like a bible, and every word is filtered through the eyeballs. I am thinking irritably, since when did our childhood leave us with only endless knowledge, and since when did innocence make a friend called Boring. We accept the inescapable flying test papers, and we also accept the endless boringness. But occasionally, we may need to change it and find some color for our black and white world. Growing up doesn’t mean that you can’t miss childish clapping games. Growing up doesn’t mean that you can’t play hide and seek with your classmates with rubber bands. It also doesn’t mean that you can’t play peek-a-boo with great interest. However, while we want to enjoy the colorful world, we also have a task that cannot be ignored - learning. We must not let black and white test papers fill our colorful world, nor let it be filled with boredom and monotony

My remaining childlike innocence.

Occasionally, please use a blue pen to write your test papers; occasionally, please add a touch of color to your boring black and white colors

Occasionally, please leave a little innocence to yourself

Some student with a childish heart folded the flyers into a very delicate airplane and flew it over the table. Then the class started a craze for folding airplanes, including those who usually seemed taciturn. classmates also joined in. At this time, the air was full of childish flavor, mixed with laughter. These paper planes brought my thoughts thousands of miles away...

Some things we thought we would never forget in our lifetime have gradually been forgotten by us.

Remember the big and thick willow tree we have to go to school every day? Every time our mothers failed to pick us up on time, we would play a hide-and-seek game around the huge tree. Even the bravest of you would climb up the thick branches, but you would not dare to come down, crying and shouting. Until the grandfather who is the janitor of the kindergarten takes you down.

I still remember one time when I went back to my hometown to herd sheep with you, and suddenly became a sheepherder. I remember that the sheep was very picky, eating only fresh grass, and was so disobedient.

When you jokingly thought of me as a sheep, I angrily threw down the rope leading the sheep, turned around and left, crying and complaining to grandpa, causing you to search for sheep all over the village...

Also I remember that every summer night when insects and birds were flying around, we used flashlights, endured the bites of insects and mosquitoes, and went to the so-called tree rows to catch cicadas. Cicadas were very smart and could hide in the dark or high places, which made it very difficult for us. Looking for them, and even climbing trees to catch them.

I still remember the 100-day countdown before the high school entrance examination. The teacher tried hard to persuade us how to review, emphasizing the importance of learning over and over again. The teacher still spoke eloquently on the podium, but we in the audience were already pecking at the words, and even fell asleep.

I still remember the words signed by the senior high school graduating class: We walk together on the road of life. I still remember that after school every day, there was me, you, her, and him on the dark and long road. We can always find exciting topics, which makes me no longer afraid of the darkness of the night and the long road. Along the way, we cheered and told each other what happened that day, forgetting the worries and pressure of studying. Yes, we have gone through the simplest, most memorable, and most stressful period in our lives together. Now that we have graduated and we agreed to go together, where are you?

Remember...

Maybe you have forgotten, and I have forgotten, but he will not forget, that is time.

The thing in the world that makes you remember the past the most is time, and the thing that makes you forget the past the most is time.

We have experienced too much, some are sad and some are happy. The days together are always beautiful and short, but we simply think that the happy moments will be left behind. In our memory, memories will never be forgotten, just like our childhood.

Everyone or everything has a childhood. During childhood, we have various experiences, which have a profound and different impact on our own lives.

Sima Guang, who used his wisdom to save the day, smashed vats, Li Bai, who was studious and good at grinding an iron pestle into a needle with perseverance, an ancient boy who chiseled through walls to borrow light, and Zhong Yong, who was talented but strangled in the cradle , and the little anti-Japanese heroes. At that time, we exuded childishness and always liked to watch anime such as Crayon Shin-chan, Chibi Maruko-chan and so on. I always fantasize about growing up, because when I grow up, my parents won’t care about me so much, and I won’t have so much homework, and I will read comics all the time...

Fantasy I will also have a Duo Laimeng that can meet my requirements; I imagine that I am Nezha, upholding justice and having great supernatural powers.

However, when I grow up, I realize that growing up is not good and brings a lot of worries and responsibilities. Once again, I fantasized about having a Doreemon time machine, allowing me to turn back time and return to my childhood; I fantasized that I was Conan, and after taking a medicine, I returned to my childhood again. Although it is just a whim and a daydream.

Someone once said that childhood is the most wonderful stage of life. At that time, we were a flower and a fruit, a hazy intelligence, an endless activity, and a fruit. I have a strong desire, but I say that childhood is the most childlike and pure period in our lives. It is the budding stage for the formation of our personality, values, outlook on life, etc. when we are young, and its impact may stay with you for life.

A writer's childhood is often the shackles of his works. As the writer Su Tong said, "Personal memory is not necessarily trustworthy, but the wonderful thing is that memory will grow and deform during repair. This is a kind of elasticity and a wonderful thing about literature." There are also famous music Chopin, his hometown and childhood life created his unique style and paved the way for his glorious and great life. Childhood life, the people and things he experienced, and the fragmented memories like broken stars can bring the author a different kind of inspiration, which is the inspiration of art.

Due to the rapid development of the times and the continuous improvement of people's living standards, paper airplanes have become remote-controlled model airplanes, and there are no paper airplanes in children's toy boxes. It was gradually forgotten by people and carried away by the wind of memory. Poems about childlike innocence

Maybe the wind of memory has not taken it away. Modern children start attending various study classes and cram schools from an early age, traveling between home, school, and cram schools.

Carrying heavy schoolbags from school, they resisted the temptation of animation and playing games when they returned home. They thought they could relax for a moment as they rushed to finish their homework. However, they were forced by their parents to study this and that. They had no personal space and were under great pressure. Yeah!

The great translator Fu Lei said a famous saying in order to raise his eldest son Fu Cong: You may not have a happy childhood, but you will have a happy childhood.

Isn’t it? In the face of today's fiercely competitive society, if you don't study, you will fall behind, and if you fall behind, you will be beaten. History has long proven it. But primitive paper crafts like paper airplanes, childhood playmates, are flying higher and farther with the wind of memory. It took away my thoughts, my sadness, my dreams...

Friends, I know:

When you step into society, you will inevitably face some ugly phenomena in society;

We must face many difficulties and setbacks;

We must face hypocritical smiles;

We must face indifferent interpersonal relationships;

Inevitable?

But, friend:

In the face of setbacks, please don’t be worried and melancholy.

Please keep your childlike innocence. Keep a childlike innocence, and you will live freely;

Keep a childlike innocence, and you will live happily;

Keep a childlike innocence, and you will learn to treat others with sincerity;

Keep a childish heart, and you will be indifferent to fame and wealth;

Keep a childlike heart, and you will be detached and free;

Keep a childlike heart, and you will be pure and transparent ;

Keep a childlike innocence, and your mind will be broader;

Keep a childlike innocence, and your life will be more exciting;

Friends, as the saying goes "Sitting and watching fishermen only envy the fish."

Don't envy how unrestrained other people's lives are.

As long as you always maintain a childlike innocence,

You will also live a free and easy life.

Friends, in the busy work,

In the tiring housework,

Please always maintain a childlike innocence!

As long as you have a childlike innocence,

then the setting sun is like gold and the bright moon is like silver.

How can you enjoy endless happiness in life? Do you have time to worry and worry?

Childhood has gone far away, like stars in the middle of the night, interesting to look at but out of reach. Those years plucked from the depths of memory still shine in my heart from time to time, clanking and rippling in my heart with the clock of time. The years of childhood will always remain in the long-lost dream. In this beautiful season of June, let us look back at our childhood, recall our innocence, and maintain our original innocence that has not been assimilated by social rationality. Even if our youth is gone, our beauty has changed, even if we are old and hobbled, our hearts are still young and the smiles on our faces are still bright. Maintaining a childlike innocence means maintaining a love for life, an optimistic view of worldly affairs, and an understanding of the true meaning of life. Maintaining a childlike innocence maintains the source of a holy soul, and will not be numbed by the materialism of today's life, nor will it be overwhelmed by the secular trends with new tricks!

Why does the night blink with hope,

but there is no light in the day?

I answered without hesitation:

Every sincere word like yours,

is a star that leads the way.

You asked me again:

Why do the clouds pass by quietly,

while the crowds of people move in a hurry?

I looked into the distance and pondered:

Human beings only pursue desires,

and lose their childlike heart.

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