What are some children s poems that reflect your childhood life?

Childhood (poetry).

Under the warm sun.

The cuckoo was chirping and laughing.

Topol's hands were also swaying in the wind.

Childish singing.

Swim in the running water.

The joyful years flowed like this.

In a green birch forest.

There's the murmur of worms.

White dandelions exude beautiful flower caps.

Companions for a reunion.

Run in the wind.

The intoxicating time jumps like this.

By the babbling creek.

There is the frolic of fish.

Oily aquatic plants swing in soft lines.

Loud screams.

Troubles that cut through the sky.

The joy of childhood just silently walked away.

Childhood. Childhood, is a fresh song.

I use my tender hands.

Compose the days into a string of notes.

Jump between your fingers.

Childhood, is a pure blue painting.

I look at it with clear eyes.

Paint the years into a pure blue river.

Flowing in the heart.

In childhood, I picked it up in the rice fields.

That bunch of ears of rice.

In the long river of time.

Glows with golden light.

When time puts the color of melancholy.

Paint the time and space I have walked.

When living with strong hands.

Fill my heart with hardship.

Childhood, it was empty in my silent heart.

Singing in a low voice, cheering.

In the river of time, pearls are deposited.

I'm in the silence of the night.

String it together with great care.

Glittering necklace.

Brighten my whole mind and body.

Dreamy childhood. I used to ask the wise stars, I used to ask the kind moon.

How long is the road of dreams;

I used to ask the affectionate earth, I used to ask the warm sun.

How long is the road of dreams;

Childhood is the newborn green leaves, childhood is the budding buds, childhood is a blue sky, and childhood is full of beautiful dreams.

I used to ask the wise stars, I used to ask the kind moon.

How long is the road of dreams;

I used to ask the affectionate earth, I used to ask the warm sun.

How long is the road of dreams;

Childhood is the newborn green leaves, childhood is the budding buds, childhood is a blue sky, and childhood is full of beautiful dreams.

I used to ask the wise stars, I used to ask the kind moon.

How long is the road of dreams;

I used to ask the affectionate earth, I used to ask the warm sun.

How long is the road of dreams;

I used to ask the wise stars, I used to ask the kind moon.

How long is the road of dreams;

I used to ask the affectionate earth, I used to ask the warm sun.

How long is the road of dreams;

Childhood is the newborn green leaves, childhood is the budding buds, childhood is a blue sky, and childhood is full of beautiful dreams.

I used to ask the wise stars, I used to ask the kind moon.

How long is the road of dreams;

I used to ask the affectionate earth, I used to ask the warm sun.

How long is the road of dreams;

Childhood is the newborn green leaves, childhood is the budding buds, childhood is a blue sky, and childhood is full of beautiful dreams.

I used to ask the wise stars, I used to ask the kind moon.

How long is the road of dreams;

I used to ask the affectionate earth, I used to ask the warm sun.

How long is the road of dreams;

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Dream back to childhood, eyes full of night stars, hands full of white mud, full of peach flavor. White light shone faintly in the sky. No dreams tonight. Childhood flows slowly between the eyebrows.

Wind born. Water rises. Flowers bloom. Flowers fall.

The moment I turned around, the eaves of my hometown were already moss-stained. A group of little ones have grown up unconsciously.

Dream back to childhood. In the past, the distant mountains were as quiet as possible, and the only two leaves of the yellow peel fruit were attached to the eyes, cool and cool.

Ink Painting of Childhood (Group of Poems) On the Street I can't hear the noise of the vehicles on the road, no matter how loud it is to broadcast on the tip of the head. The pages flipped gently on his knees, and the corners of his mouth moved with an indelible smile. The sun crept up the mountain from tiptoe and took his knees, and also thought about the "black whirlwind" water battle "white stripes in the waves".

The weeping willows use the stream as a mirror for dressing, and the mountain stream is as calm as a belt of green jade. The figure dyed the stream green, and a green dragonfly perched on a fishing rod. Suddenly there was a thud and the figure shattered, and fish and laughter jumped on the grass.

On the tree A large green umbrella on the cedar tree, a flock of white doves dance and sing in the shade of the tree. The sunlight crept through the leaves, and thousands of eyes weaved into a net of light, as if the old tree had become younger, puffing out its green palms again and again. On the river, like a flock of ducks that have just entered the water, they flap their wings and play with drainage.

A pair of small hands are plucking the waves, you make me splash laughter haha, which "water hyacinth" drilled into the water at once, and when I came out of the water, I saw a splash of water and two pairs of tiger teeth.

The hedge is sparse and deep, and the flowers on the trees have not become shaded. The children hurriedly chased the yellow butterflies and flew into the cauliflower and were nowhere to be found.

Year]: Southern Song Dynasty [Author]: Yang Wanli [Works]: Suxin City Xu Gongdian Ma Vanilla 2009-09-17 10:12:52 Children's Fishing (Hu Lingneng).

The head of the canopy is childish, and the berry moss is reflected on the side.

Passers-by beckoned by asking Yao, and they were so frightened that they were shocked.

Gulang Yuexing (Li Bai).

When I was young, I didn't know the moon, called it a white jade plate, and I suspected that the Yaotai mirror was flying in the blue clouds.

Li Bai "Long Dry Journey".

Lang rode a bamboo horse, went around the bed to make green plums, and lived together in Changganli, and the two were not suspicious.

When the young left home, the eldest returned, and the local accent did not change and the sideburns declined (cui).

When the children don't know each other, they smile and ask where the guests are from.

He Zhizhang's "Returning to the Hometown Puppet Book".

wfx62 2009-09-17 13:33:02Modern Poetry: Childhood.

Childhood is the beginning of a poem.

It is a flat domain under a high mountain mausoleum.

It is a high-rise building with a deep footing.

It's a look back that doesn't end the day.

Childhood poems are engraved on willows.

Pull up the trousers and we'll hold hands.

Meet and become friends in three seconds.

Lively discussion of the stubborn monkey fishing for the moon.

Then join hands to climb the depths.

There are torrents between rocks in mountain streams.

Small shrimp and small fish are both swimming.

The most terrifying thing is the black dog guarding the melon.

The end of the play is elementary school.

The teacher said that reading is for the future.

But we're really scared of whether or not.

It's the broom behind the door.

Time sneaks away day by day.

The years are full of dirt after waking up.

I don't know where I went.

Only I was left to wander back and forth.

My family used to live by the Liao River in Liaoning Province, the water of the Liao River is crystal clear, the water is rippling, very beautiful.

There are a lot of fish in the river, and the village children often wade to the river to catch fish. Freeze the beautiful, happy, and carefree childhood there

Fishing] daylight, lake light, ripples.

Swimming fish, reflections, lotuses.

Sweet voice.

Falling on the surface of the water——

Look, a bunch of bubble-spitting guys.

Puffing cheeks, glaring, quietly.

Shake your head, hold your breath, and get off the net.

Suddenly, a lake cheered.

Caught. The satisfaction of a child's heart.

Remove one tail.

Innocent laugh ......

Children's poems about childhood, detailed below:

1. "Childhood": Childhood is a charming picture, outlining an interesting and moving story Chi Shen, childhood is a tactful and melodious music, playing the rock to play a pure and beautiful fantasy. Childhood was a bouquet of brilliant jasmine, and the laughter of childhood was an intoxicating fragrance, when I was still holding my cheeks and looking up at the beautiful stars in the night sky.

Meditating, they played intimately with each other, their eyes flashing with wisdom. At that time, I was still lying on my mother's lap, the stories in my ears flowing quietly, the gentle stroke of the breeze was a gentle song, and I smiled in my sleep.

2, "Watching Children's Play" Tang Bai Juyi: Seven or eight years old, three or four children. Dust the grass and play all day long.

The hall has been a guest for many years, and there is a new silk in the temples. One look at the bamboo circus, every time I remember the child's time. The children are playful and happy, and most of them are sad.

Thinking about him and this, I don't know who is stupid.

3, "Tian Family Miscellaneous" is full of emotion, and no longer counts sorrow and happiness. Go to the house to sell the silk and stay in Nanyang Guo. In autumn, the millet seedlings are yellow, and no one can cut them.

The child is facing the meal, and the rod is chased by the birds. Suddenly, I saw General Liang and drove out of Wanluo. The road is full of spirit, and the glory is full of ruins.

Those who know the salary, laugh lightly.

4. "Shepherd Boy Words": Towards the cattle herding, the cattle go down the river. Night cattle grazing, cattle grazing village valley. The lotus is out of the forest and the spring rain is fine, and the reed pipe is lying and blowing the sedge green. Insert basil arrows all over the waist, not afraid of tigers bullying yellow calves.