A young boy with a hairy head learns to hang on to a bow, and

Sitting on the side of a blackberry and moss reflects himself.

Passers-by waved at a distance by asking questions, and

The fish was too scared to respond to people.

Modern Poetry:

Holding the raindrops of childhood with your heart,

Holding the moist wind of childhood with your hands.

In the spring field, I hope my childhood life will last forever.

The pure white clouds are our happy past,

The abundance of the lake is our true feelings,

The air is stirring,

It is our dewdrop-like laughter.

We are deeply moved by the splendor of our childhood.

childhood is priceless!