Poetry and prose of childhood happy

Childhood, in the depths of memory, every drop of water will gather happiness, and every leaf has our true feelings.

In the warm sun, the stream shimmered with golden light, and the oily grass swayed in a really soft line.

Loud screams, annoyance ...... piercing the sky

I don't know you.

I'm in the third grade, so how do I know so much, let's look it up myself.

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In the warm spring breeze.

The kite flutters in the wind.

Yellow-green willow branches.

It is woven into a hat without a top.

Groups of children.

Running on the green fields.

Childishly smiling.

The laughter carried down the kite to the clouds in the sky.

The happy times flowed like this.

Green riverside.

The insects are singing beautifully.

Nameless wildflowers exude a fascinating knowing'Perfumed.

Dark green aquatic plants.

Soft and fluttering with the current.

Let the fish play freely beside you.

The friends pulled their trouser legs.

Gently move in the river.

I'm afraid of disturbing the fish in front of me.

Brilliant sunset in the sky.

Reflected in the water.

reflected the young cheeks of the little friend.

Time passed carefree.

On the wheat field after autumn.

Big-eyed dragonflies with red eyes.

Like a girl in a wedding dress.

Flying around the round wheat pile.

Children returning from school.

Running and making trouble. Chasing dragonflies.

Laughter travels through the empty fields.

Reverberates in the air.

It's like a vivid picture of a good harvest.

Under the bare-lit cherry trees in the yard.

Cher is like a dancing lady.

Out of thin air. Piece by piece fell on the thick earth.

A few confused sparrows.

Helpless looking.

Under the loud screams.

It has long fallen into the sieve of the little friend.

The joy of childhood slipped away with the seasons.

In the spring breeze, there are broken kites that we have stored through time.

The small river beside the rice paddies carries the story of catching fish all summer.

Pick a blooming chrysanthemum in the autumn breeze and insert it in a bottle of memory.

The birds of the sky remember our teasing faces in winter.

We held the blooming morning glory under the window of our childhood.

The vines spread with the memory.

Such sweet air.

Such white clouds and blue sky.

Those interesting stories.

Only for our time.

Only for our simple country children.

Crack this is the most beautiful childhood.

Forever treasured in memory.

Carry them through every day and night of life.

It's all so mysterious.

Everything is magical.

The crescent moon drifts thousands of miles like a boat.

The stars lit up and went home to rest.

My grandmother taught me nursery rhyme stories.

My aunt led me to play a guessing game.

Dad took me to hoe and farm.

My mother cooks and dresses me.

Child companions large and small.

My brother and I played cards and chess.

My sister and I picked up vegetables and rice.

I led my younger siblings to build the station.

The main street is our idyll.

Fruits and vegetables are printed everywhere.

The alleys are full of staircase mysteries.

Behind the house is the warehouse land.

All playthings, pots, pots, sand and stones.

All kinds of utensils, knives, shovels, farm tools.

Object of study: Movie heroes.

Play as a character: dog, horse, sheep, pig.

All innocence starts from here.

Everything is born from here.

It's in a child's nature to love to play.

Even if you grow old, you will always stay sweet.

Do you know what color childhood is?

What was the color of your childhood?

Do you know what it's like to be a child?

How did you feel about your childhood?

The colors of childhood are colorful;

The colors of childhood are colorful;

The colors of childhood are wonderful;

The color of childhood is purple and red!

The feeling of childhood is that spring flowers are blooming;

The feeling of childhood is a gentle drizzle;

The feeling of childhood is that the wind is clear and the moon is clear;

The feeling of childhood is inexhaustible!

Childhood is like a wordless ballad, singing the bits and pieces of our childhood ......Time travel. with the poles of space.

Noisy city.

It reflects the memories of childhood.

A source of memories.

In an instant, it poured into my heart.

Images of childhood.

Presented like a slide in front of your eyes.

Childhood in front of you.

Between the green bricks and green tiles.

He looked at the sky with her.

Look at the clouds in the distance.

Childhood in front of you.

In winding alleys.

He was barefoot with her.

Running on the dirt road home.

Childhood in front of you.

In Grandma's ballad.

Singing loudly.

It always ripples in my heart.

Childhood in front of you.

Oh, in the dead of night.

On the black-and-white film in the dream.

Somewhere in the depths of the heart.

Childhood is a mountain.

I'm a bird in the mountains.

Fly, fly, fly. How happy I am.

Childhood is a river.

I'm a fish in the river.

Swim and swim. How happy I am.

Childhood is a tree.

I am a leaf on a tree.

Shake it. How happy I am.

Childhood is a dream.

I am a cloud in a dream.

Flutter and flutter.

The childlike joy of childhood, as well as walking into the river of childhood, will be touched by the beautiful scenery. At that time, the state of mind did not have the melancholy of youth, no matter day or night, it was flowing, and what flowed in the blood was the secret in the heart, which would make people intoxicated. The state of mind of childhood is always a beautiful landscape.

We grew up and were no longer the same year. The small river of my childhood flowed day by day, and my friends and I swam by the river together, innocent and happy to enjoy a natural breath.

When I grew up, I realized that the years of Xiaohe, no matter how brilliant our classmates' childhood, would have all kinds of situations in it, experienced and formed. Xiaohe has nurtured our children from generation to generation.

In a person's life, he cannot live without his home. You can't leave home, you can't leave your friends. In this way, my friends and I swam in the river, innocent childhood. In our childhood, we would enjoy the pure and beautiful water of the river together.

I had a lot of friends when I was a child, but in my childhood, I always lived around us. When I was a child, my small river, such as laundry, such as squatting, such as squatting by the river and looking at the sand and gravel, piled up into high mountains, there was a temple on the mountain, and there were several pine trees under the temple. Every spring, when there are red willow branches on the mountain, the friends play in the water under the camphor tree, and the fun is really endless.

Childhood is a melancholy poem, sincere but not flattering, beautiful but not beautiful, sometimes even ashamed to see people, but let everyone forget to return. The following is my collection for your reference.

Chapter 1: Childhood expectations.

A lot of expectations, a lot of thoughts, fiery feelings burn childhood.

I once put on a small military uniform and sprinkled excitement and joy all over the campus.

After several beatings and training, I only knew what was difficult after hard work.

The future is not all flat, and the ideal is by no means sweet.

A few surprises, a few revelries, and after the storm comes a sunny day.

The expectations of childhood have finally come true, and the glory days will not be far away.

Chapter 2: Childhood dreams.

In dreams, I search.

My lost childhood.

In dreams, I search.

My childhood dreams——

South of the village, the ruts are deep.

Muddy and difficult paths.

The sun is watching me.

I look at the sun, and my face is covered with muddy water.

The childish face of a flower with a smile.

The north of the village is crystal clear.

In a puddle as bright as a mirror.

There was a moon frolicking beside me.

I lay on the moon.

Float and look up at the moon.

The figure of a playman.

The east neighbor probed a branch.

Wheat apricot, not waiting for wheat yellow.

It has long been broken into pieces.

A branch stretched out from the house to the west.

Sour pit dates, unequal to the circle red.

I have already run to my stomach to celebrate.

Knowing that there is me.

Carefree and innocent playful.

In the fields by the roadside, there is me.

No fear, no fear of playing with skinny pranks.

Ahh

The puddle in the north of the village has long become.

It is wide and square, and the lotus leaves are dancing all around.

Swimming pool The path to the south of the village has long become.

Thick green, straight and flat.

Sidewalk I was in the pool with my kids.

Water Fight I was on the sidewalk with my fellow villagers.

Shuttling and busy, the apricot yellow next door.

Knowing is called knowing.

The neighbor's jujube is red.

My baby was sleeping soundly in the bassinet.

Ah- Lost childhood, not only.

You can only find it in your dreams.

Childhood dreams, what do you need.

I went looking for it in my dreams

Chapter 3: Childhood.

Childhood dreams of paper airplanes.

Envision the future in every flight.

Bravely get up with every slip.

Childhood Swing swinging at dusk.

In the ups and downs, I learned to be brave.

I learned to work together through laughter.

Childhood is the big conch on the beach.

The small screw hole reverberates.

The most innocent smile of childhood.

The years follow the river.

Hurried eastward.

Stand on the bridge of youth.

Look up at the vast sky after the rain.

I met that childhood rainbow.

Chapter 4: June Grafting childhood dreams.

The mountains are surrounded by green people, and the meandering creek nourishes.

Far up to the cold mountains, in and out of the stone paths, in the depths of the white clouds, grow up.

How I used to envy the magic pen Maleon.

And now the daughter's landscapes, flowers and birds.

Sitting on the gallery of the River Division.

Childhood dreams like hibiscus out of the water follow in June.

Day by day, layer by layer.

Baby: You're a piece that your parents have crafted.

Boutique Married to the dream of my mother's childhood.

Childhood is a colorful river, childhood is a colorful road, childhood is a bridge of kindness, and childhood is a wonderful book. The following is an appreciation of modern prose poems about childhood that I have compiled for you, and you are welcome to read them.

I still remember when I was a child, I knew a poem in front of the window.

Chasing butterflies on the way from school, and thinking about dragonflies in hand.

Digging out eggs and tree branches frightened birds, and fishing in the stream was too late. Hole chain.

The childlike heart is not in the true feelings, who unravels the flat head and sideburns and dyes silk.

Shi He. The yellow sand dunes are far away, and the wind and water are rippling.

Skipping school has forgotten to return, and the warm sun is shining.

Makino. It's uncomfortable to take a nap with people, and the neighbors have an appointment with chess and cards.

The scorching sun is scorching and the cattle go, and the road meets the green pond and water.

Winter. There are ducks in the grass from time to time, and the wild trails are often random to people.

There is no need to ask when the cold wind returns, and the scorched face knows the traces.

It's time for the cicadas to chirp again.

School bags, which can be temporarily discarded.

Under the shade of the trees, watch the fun of ants moving.

Look for coolness. It is the most beautiful cosy in summer.

Dip your little feet into the cool water.

Fantasy of distant skies.

Sandy beach, with the beauty of the sea.

Those days are always fast.

I often forget the way home.

Summer nights, snuggle.

Grandma's fan, shake and shake.

actually drove a bright moon into a dream.

A small school bag.

Carried too much.

There is no nagging from adults.

Are we growing up?

Green grass.

Sketched a smile.

There is no old laughter.

Are we happy?

Childhood. The old times that can't be returned.

I want to dream about it again.

That happy season.

Childhood Phantom Century.

The past that can't be returned.

Dream again. Under the sun.

Free running.

Let sweat. Drip as much as you like.

A gentle breeze.

That sunny.

Finger wrapping. Childhood.

Insurmountable boundaries.

Put on a pair of wings.

Freedom beams tremble and fly.

Childhood Phantom Century.

Fantastic flowers bloom and are grateful.

The season that can't go back. Childhood.

There are 1 small poems about "happy childhood"."Village House" - Gao Ding 2"Xu Gongdian in Suxin City" - Yang Yuan talks about more than 10,000 cracks and guesses 3

Childish Ice - Yang Wanli 4"In the Mulberry Tea Tunnel" - Yang Wanli 5"Watching the Fish" - Bai Juyi 1

Village Residence" - Gao Ding Original text: The grass grows and the warbler flies in the February sky, and the willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke. The children returned early from school and were busy releasing paper kites in the east wind.

2."Xu Gongdian in Suxin City" - Yang Wanli Original: The hedge is sparse and the path is deep, and the trees are not in the shade.

The children hurriedly chased the yellow butterflies and flew into the cauliflower and were nowhere to be found. 3."Childish Ice" - Yang Wanli Original text:

The child's golden basin takes off the ice, and the colored silk is worn as a silver zheng. Knocking into a jade chime through the forest, suddenly making the sound of glass breaking to the ground. 4.

In the Mulberry Tea Tunnel" - Yang Wanli Original: When the wind and rain are dry, the grass is full of flowers, and the embankment is full of water. The boy Liu Yin is sleeping, and a cow has eaten Liu Yinxi.

5."Watching the Fish" - Bai Juyi Original text: Walking around the pond to watch the fish swim is just when children are fishing boats

A kind of love fish has different hearts, and I will give you a hook. Happy childhood Follow the footsteps of the rainbow Climb over the mountains Pursue deeper in the flowing water Childhood In a clear spring Free hip-hopping How can I return a long way A long penny A passage that can't penetrate time The sculls of memory In the long river of history One after another On the beach by the clear spring "The Ugly Duckling" and "The Wild Swan" Put on "The Emperor's New Clothes" In the night when the crystal slipper shines Seven dwarfs Beside the daughter of the sea Dancing with only dreams Hanging on the top of the mountain Displaced.