Poems about childhood should preferably be written by foreigners by well known people

Rabindranath Tagore's Crescent Moon The Way of a Child:

Children know all sorts of clever words, even though few people in the world understand the meaning of these words.

It wasn't for nothing that he never wanted to say it.

One of the things he had to do was learn what came out of his mother's lips. That's why he seems so naïve.

Sanmao's "How Much Do You Know About the Flowers in Your Dreams":

I remember being young.

You love to talk, I love to laugh.

Once sat side by side under a peach tree.

The wind is in the treetops, and the birds are chirping.

Somehow fell asleep.

How much do you know about the flowers in your dreams?

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 "Returning to the Hometown Puppet Book.

The children returned early from school and were busy releasing paper kites in the east wind.

Small buckle chai door small buckle chai door Can there be the sound of swallows and warblers Open the deadbolt for me And show me a yard of apricot flowers and you in plain clothes At that time we didn't know two little guesses And childhood sweethearts Just innocent childlike innocence Like the apricot blossoms in May Fragrance my childhood Now I have lived in a foreign country for many years My son has been playing around the knee We have prepared too much happiness for our son My wife always said: Hey, I was scattered when I was a child But every time I see my son laying blocks alone I always have a period of happiness than him This is the only thing I can compare with my son The owner has a daughter Autumn is not the name of the season, but the girl of the east family At that time, the home was in the countryside Fields, distant mountains, near the water We devoted ourselves to managing our childhood. Autumn is very capable, Autumn is very delicate, Autumn is very willing to play with me, adults have some jokes, we don't understand, we just know that the east and west are crazy Until we all carry our school bags Later, we stopped playing together and didn't talk much Later, I went to study in a foreign country Later, I married in the autumn of school, and now we haven't seen each other for many years I heard that Autumn gave birth to a girl like Autumn I don't often think about autumn It's just that every autumn Naturally, there is a little more thought Curtain Roll West Wind At that time, We put on a small basket and followed behind the adults to pick up the pods It was Zheng Liang to play At that time, the days were very bitter The wind in the field was very cold Our little faces and hands were red from the cold Occasionally, we found clusters of fiery red mushrooms We rabbits also seemed to run over to pick and eagerly share The mushrooms are so sweet! In my poor childhood, it was the black earth and the seasons that gave the greatest gift to the peasant children.

Childhood is a poem, it will accompany us, like a poem, with us.

Childhood is a poem, a poem of love.

Childhood is full of love, it is full of the love of relatives, it is full of the love of friends, and it is also full of the love of the old people, my father worked hard to earn money to make us live, and sometimes braved the wind and rain to go to school, and then took me home, and also helped me buy delicious food, this is the love of relatives in childhood.

In school, we all study together and help each other, and my good friends will always help me when I am in trouble, just like my own relatives, which is the love of friends in childhood.

There are many strangers on the familiar streets, although they are very strange to us, but they are not necessarily indifferent and ruthless, they may also be buried like family, treat us gently, one day, I walked on the road, I walked and walked on the nosebleed, just when I didn't know what to do, a kind aunt came over to wipe the nosebleed for me, I was stunned, I was at a loss for a while, even said thank you, now I think about it, I really want to say thank you to that aunt, This is the love of strangers in our childhood. Bend-Chang.

Childhood is a poem, a poem full of love.

Childhood is a royal tribute poem, let peopleThe aftertaste is not endless

Childhood is a poem that makes peopleAppreciate it for a lifetime

Childhood is a poem, a carefree idyll, unforgettable.

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.

Ancient poems: 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.

Poetry; "Xu Gongdian in Suxin City" Yang Wanli The fence 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.

Reminiscing about childhood.

I vaguely remember the hazy memories of my childhood, singing and laughing in the morning glow, chasing and playing in the twilight clouds, always wanting to pick the moon on the treetops, always wanting to treasure the stars in the sky, how strange and strange my childhood thoughts were.

They are all so innocent and naughty, they are all so innocent and naughty, they all have their own little secrets, and they all have their own hearts.

As the years go by, people grow up, and the old friends go their own ways for their livelihoods, and walk in the vast sea of people.

Childhood. Childhood is a fresh song.

I use my tender hands.

Compose the days into a string of dust brigade notes.

Jump at your fingertips.

Childhood, is a pure blue painting.

Paint the years into a pure blue river.

Flowing in the heart.

In childhood, the branches were picked 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.

Deposited into granular pearls.

I'm sending a stool for a quiet night.

String it together with great care.

Glittering necklace.

Brighten my whole body and mind.

Don't you understand your side.

Children's Fishing" [Tang] Hu Lingneng.

The unkempt child learns to hang Lun, and sits on the side of the berry moss.

Passers-by beckoned by asking Yao, afraid that no one would reply.

Village Residence [Qing] Gao Ding.

Answer: The grass warbler flies in the February sky, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.

The children returned early from school and were busy releasing paper kites in the east wind.

Qingpingle Village Residence [Song] Xin abandoned the disease.

The thatched eaves are low, and the grass is green on the stream.

Wu Yin is good in drunk, and the white-haired man is a woman.

The eldest child hoes the beans in the east of Xidong, and the middle child is weaving chicken coops.

The favorite child is dead, and the stream head lies on the lotus bed.

Suxin City Xu Gongdian" [Song] Yang Wanli.

The hedges are sparse and the paths are 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.

Chishang" [Tang] Bai Juyi.

The little baby propped up the dinghy and secretly picked the white lotus.

I don't understand the hidden traces, and the duckweed opens together.

What I saw" [Ming] Yuan Mei.

The shepherd boy rode the ox, and the song vibrated the forest.

Intending to catch the cicada, he suddenly closed his mouth.

Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous [Song] Fan Chengda.

The day rises and the night produces hemp, and the children of the village are in charge of their own homes.

The children and grandchildren have not solved the problem of farming and weaving, and they also learn to grow melons in Sangyin.

Childhood is a song.

Hu Bingyan's childhood is a song.

Floating in my memories is extremely happy.

Childhood is a song.

Chasing that unrestrained happiness.

Childhood is a song.

The Seeker Friends walked towards the field.

Childhood is a song.

Coquettish and frolicking in front of my mother.

Childhood is the most beautiful time.

Childhood is a happy life.

Children's Fishing" [Tang] Hu Lingneng.

The unkempt child learns to hang Lun, and sits on the side of the berry moss.

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

Village Residence [Qing] Gao Ding.

The grass grows and the warbler flies in the February sky, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.

The children returned early from school and were busy releasing paper kites in the east wind.

Qingpingle Village Residence [Song] Xin abandoned the disease.

The thatched eaves are low, and the grass is green on the stream.

Wu Yin is good in drunk, and the white-haired man is a woman.

The eldest child hoes the beans in the east of Xidong, and the middle child is weaving chicken coops.

The favorite child is dead, and the stream head lies on the lotus bed.

Suxin City Xu Gongdian" [Song] Yang Wanli.

The hedges are sparse and the paths are 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.

Chishang" [Tang] Bai Juyi.

The little baby propped up the dinghy and secretly picked the white lotus.

I don't understand the hidden traces, and the duckweed opens together.

What I saw" [Ming] Yuan Mei.

The shepherd boy rode the ox, and the song vibrated the forest.

Intending to catch the cicada, he suddenly closed his mouth.

Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous [Song] Fan Chengda.

The day rises and the night produces hemp, and the children of the village are in charge of their own homes.

The children and grandchildren have not solved the problem of farming and weaving, and they also learn to grow melons in Sangyin.

Xijiang reminisces about childhood.

Step on the dew in the morning of the Dragon Boat Festival, and cut melons on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival. The willows by the river lived at home, and I didn't believe in childlike innocence.

Seven or eight embankments block the water, and catch fish and shrimp for two or three miles. In the old days, childlike fun was thought, and fairy tales appeared.

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.

Shepherd boy (a work to order the shepherd boy to answer the bell weak man)] Lu Yan.

The grass is spread across the field for six or seven miles, and the flute makes three or four sounds of the evening breeze.

After returning to eat and dusk, he did not take off his clothes and lay down in the moonlight.

Xiao Xiao Wuye sends the cold sound, the autumn wind on the river moves the guests, I know that there are children who provoke and weave, and a light falls on the fence in the middle of the night.

Childish ice] Childish gold basin off the ice, silk picking and wearing as silver cymbals.

Knocking into a jade chime through the forest, suddenly making the sound of glass breaking to the ground.

Mulberry tea tunnel].

When the wind and rain are dry, the grass is full of flowers, the embankment is full of water, and the stream is full.

The boy Liu Yin is sleeping, and a cow has eaten Liu Yinxi.

Idle in early summer nap up].

The plum leaves sour soft teeth, and the plantain is divided into green and window screens.

The day is long and sleeps ruthlessly, and watches children catch willow flowers.

The bright moonlight in front of the bed, suspected to be frost on the ground, raised his head to look at the bright moon, and bowed his head to think of his hometown.