Who knows if there are any old people who reminisce about their childhood poems? Urgent

A little teacher reminiscing about childhood.

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.

We hold the raindrops of childhood together, and we hold the wind of childhood with both hands.

We wish for childhood life on the fields of spring.

Can be eternal. The pure white clouds are our joyful past, the abundance of the lake is our true feelings, and the air is stirred with our dewdrop-like laughter.

Do you envy us White clouds and blue sky.

Are you jealous of our breeze and raindrops.

We are deeply touched by the splendor of this childhood.

Childhood is so good, what a childhood.

I have read your shadow in my dreams.

The poems of childhood echo in my heart.

The season of sunshine is gentle and innocent.

A candy can delight for a long time.

Have you ever thought about it?

You and I who used to look out the window at the blue sky in my childhood.

You and I who used to play among the flowers and green leaves.

I can't see my childhood anymore.

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.

A little teacher reminiscing about childhood.

Childhood. The memories of my childhood are the favorite of my life, treasured in my heart, like a gushing spring, like an old wine, like a fragrant tea, like the colorful four seasons.

In the spring, we sow the seeds of hope in our hearts.

In the summer, we bloom in full bloom.

In autumn, we bear fruit.

In the winter, I recharge my energy and prepare for next year.

Our childhood was full of joys and sorrows, laughter and tears, sadness and joy.

1.The hour does not know the moon, and it is called a white jade plate. (Reminiscing about childhood, children's words).

2.When he left home and returned to his eldest child, his hometown accent has not changed, and his sideburns have declined. (The local pronunciation does not change, nostalgic for the old things).

3.Lang rode a bamboo horse and went around the bed to make green plums. Living together for a long time, the two have no suspicion. (Childhood sweethearts, two little no guesses).

Reminiscing about childhood.

Remembering the sky full of fantasy.

There was a bright moon hanging.

The moonlight illuminated the big tree at the entrance of the village.

Under the big tree is the childhood sweetheart (girl's name, two words).

Think back to your childhood. Longing for the boundless and mysterious sea.

Fantasizing about traveling to the underwater heavenly palace.

Envy the seabirds that soar between the sky and the sea.

I love the long beach by the sea full of small footprints.

Nostalgia for childhood. I miss the childish cheeks of my childhood.

The clear eyes of childhood.

Carefree childhood.

The innocence of childhood.

One day, when time smeared the colors of reality on the time and space of my imagination.

When life fills my heart with hardships with strong hands.

That's when I understood.

The years are merciless. It shatters childhood fantasies.

The years go by. It dilutes the childishness on the face.

The years are silent. But it took away my childhood.

Sweet memories.

It's like a melodic melody.

From time to time, it haunts my heart.

And in that old experience.

Even if there is a sense of success in overcoming a certain problem.

Even though there is a sense of accomplishment in overcoming life.

It's not as good as being alone quietly.

Lie on the table.

Fold a small paper boat.

It's unforgettable.