Modern poems describing childhood life

The following are the modern poetry materials describing childhood life that I have compiled for you. Welcome to read them. Modern poems describing childhood life

Under the warm sunshine

The cuckoos are singing and laughing

The beautiful hands of the poplars are also swaying in the wind

Childish singing

Wandering in the flowing water

Happy years flow like this

In the green birch forest

With the murmuring of insects

The white dandelions exude beautiful flower hats

Friends gathering together

Running in the wind

The intoxicating time just jumps like this

By the gurgling stream

There are fish playing

The oily water plants swing in soft lines

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High-pitched screams

Troubles that pierce the sky

The joy of childhood just disappeared silently

Let’s hold it together with our hearts The raindrops of childhood,

Together, we use our hands to retain the wind of childhood.

We wish that our childhood life can be eternal in the spring fields.

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The pure white clouds are our happy past,

The abundance of the lake is our true feelings,

The excitement in the air,

It is our laughter that shines like dewdrops.

Are you envious of us, white clouds and blue sky.

Are you jealous of us, breeze and raindrops.

We are I am deeply moved by the splendor of this childhood.

Childhood is so good, so good childhood. The expectations of childhood

Author: Faraway Chang'an

How many expectations,

How much I miss you,

Fiery emotions burn my childhood.

I once put on my little military uniform,

I was filled with excitement and joy Shaman campus.

After many beatings,

After many tempers,

Only through hard work can you understand what hardship is.

The future is not all good. A flat plain,

Ideals are by no means sweet words.

Several surprises,

Several carnivals,

After the storm. Sunny day.

Childhood’s expectations have finally come true.

The glorious years will not be far away. Childhood

Author: Feng Gexiao

一

Shihe River

The yellow sand hills are far away,

The wind and water are coming.

I have forgotten to return from school,

The warm sun is shining.

Two

Makino

I feel uncomfortable taking a nap with others,

I have an appointment with the neighbor’s children .

Going to herd cattle in the scorching sun,

On the way, we meet the green pond and the water comes.

Three

Cold winter

When the grass grows, there are fire graffiti.

Wild paths are often taken at will.

No need to ask when the cold wind comes back.

You will know the traces even if your face is scorched and black.