Write a short poem on the topic of Childhood Wishes to express your expectations for life at that

When I was young, I had a lot of wishes.

When I grow up, some of them have been realized, (such as the chicken head that I dreamed of being able to eat at will when I was a child, hehehe, I don't want to eat it now!) ）

Some are still a beautiful wish (want to be a ** home, but the five tones are not complete.......)）

Some of them have long forgotten because they have a bad memory.

But there is one wish that is still fresh in my memory, and even a little lingering!

If only I had been born in a garbage heap! How beautiful it would be if Mom and Dad were a rag king

I love recycling! Use things that others don't want to do your own 'invention and creation'.

If you want to achieve it, the first thing is: pick up the rags!!

My mother is clean, and the things at home are always clean and neat, and I am never allowed to pick them up at home.

If there is no rags, I will make rags!

The clocks, toys, and small household appliances at home were all dismantled by me without exception.

The beautiful name is said: repair, but later it can't be repaired when it is taken to the repair shop

In order to make clothes for a doll, I tried my best to wear out the beautiful clothes, but when I woke up the next morning, the clothes had been sewn and mended by my mother...... as new

This problem has not been changed until now, a while ago my friend moved, and all the discarded things were thrown out of the door.

When she got up to inspect her new home with great achievement, she was stunned that I had picked up most of the rags and blocked the doorway.

I whispered, "So, can you give them to me for free?" ”

When ......"A sole.

When I was a child, my head was full of fantasies, can I pick the stars?

Do I have wings to fly into the sky?

One day, I finally grew wings and picked up the stars, and it was just a dream, but it was an ideal dream, so beautiful, so brilliant. Forehead.

Childhood. Dream can live in an underwater city.

Rule the entire ocean.

Bigger. Hope is in the sea.

Build a legendary mirage.

And now. It's about learning.

Realize the ocean dream.

Liu Yu Xilang copied the sand (eight of the nine songs).

Mo Dao's slander is like a deep wave, and Mo Yan is like a customer

Sand sinks. It's hard work.

du, blow all the sand to the gold.

zhi。1. Emigates: people who have been degraded as guests living in other places.

2.Scooping, wetting: filtration.

The first two lines of the poem are: "Mo Dao's slander is like a deep wave, and Mo Yan's migration is like a sinking sand." The meaning of the whole poem is not to say that gossip is like a bad current that makes people unable to get out, and not to say that the degraded person sinks forever like mud and sand.

Gold panning has to be filtered thousands of times, although it is hard, but only when the sediment is exhausted, will the shiny ** be revealed. The poet has been repeatedly belittled, bumpy and prepared, but the fighting spirit is unwavering, the spirit is optimistic, open-minded, heroic, although he has gone through a lot of hardships in the remote depreciation, in the end he can finally show that he is not a useless waste sand, but a bright **. Through concrete images, the poems summarize the profound feelings gained from self-experience, giving people philosophical enlightenment.

I chose to pack my bags and cross the desert in search of an oasis.

Whenever tears drown loneliness, walk in the heart and deduce bravery.

After more wind and rain, the dream is still bright and the rainbow remains unchanged.

I asked the blue sky what makes you look down on a thousand rivers.

I asked the ocean what makes you roar and set sail.

As long as you are strong, as long as you have dreams.

The sea is wide and the sky is high, let you soar.

Break your wings and break in.

Sing on stage.

After several years of life and death, while thinking about it, I watched and watched. Dreams can be there or not, look at you and me, the years.

I'm going to work hard now before buying a house of my own.

A person with ideals and goals is always hopeful for life.

As long as you have ideals, you will be very happy, so you will observe life with a smile.

Crossing zero Ding Yang.

Wen Tianxiang suffered a hard time, and he fell into the stars all around.

The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is fluttering, and the life experience is ups and downs.

The panicked beachhead said panic, and the zero ding sighed in the ocean.

Since ancient times, no one has died, leaving Dan to take care of his sweat.

Since ancient times, no one has died, leaving Dan to take care of his sweat. Wen Tianxiang "Crossing the Zero Ding Yang".

There will be times when the wind and waves will be long, and the clouds will sail into the sea. Li Bai "Difficult to Walk".

The road is long, I will go up and down and seek. Qu Yuan's "Lisao".

The east is adjacent to the Jieshi to view the sea. The water is surging, and the mountains and islands are sturging. The trees are overgrown and the grass is abundant.

The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are surging. The journey of the sun and the moon, if out of it; The stars are splendid, if out of it. Fortunately, even ya, the song is a song.

Guancang Sea] Cao Cao.

As a child, my dream was to fly like a bird.

However, so far I can only wander in my dreams.

It can be seen that most of my childhood ideals are just dreams.

It is a small boat that sets sail, carrying the direction of life, and it allows you to rush to the side of reality;

The ideal of childhood is a dream that is confusing, and it stirs up your thoughts to charge.

This is written by my classmates themselves, I don't know if it suits you or not

Thirteen-year-old sky.

There is no gray in the eyes of a thirteen-year-old.

The thirteen-year-old's soul can't hide its loneliness.

My diary yesterday was not disguised.

There was like today.

One step is a thorny road.

The thirteen-year-old's sun was dyed blue.

We open our hearts and open the doors of youth.

Ignore the piles of homework.

Don't worry what time you get home.

We just have to-

Let's make trouble, let's play.

Even if tears flow.

It was raining in the sky.

Just hide under a handful of flowers.

It's really lost and forgotten home.

Hee-hee-ha

How many worries did the thirteen-year-old have in his mind.

Thirteen-year-olds are not afraid of wind and rain.

We just need to - make trouble, play.

Before the age of thirteen.

Hurry up and keep it.

The seeds of youth have sprouted.

We have blossomed.

Who said that there is no gray in the eyes of a thirteen-year-old.

Who said that the thirteen-year-old mind is not lonely.

I have no fantasies in my diary today.

Like yesterday.

Step by step flying dust horses' hooves.

Thirteen-year-old fallen leaves on both shoulders.

We close our eyes and sigh at our melancholy dreams.

Ignore the hazy boundaries.

Don't care about only living thirteen years.

We just have to-

Wait, hope.

Even before shedding tears.

It's been a long time.

And he tried to get back to him.

It's really uneasy and scary.

Clench your fists so that you don't fall.

The thirteen-year-old had a little more concern in his mind.

Thirteen-year-olds have been through wind and rain.

We just have to- wait, hope.

While the youth has not yet grown up.

Hurry up and keep it.

The years can't stand up to many years.

We have blossomed.

Sunset cherry blossoms As the sun sets, I gaze at the beautiful glow. Then, the fragrance of flowers wafted by, and it was the fragrance of cherry blossoms. The flowers are blown off by the wind, and drift to the sunset with the wind, that is my dream is drifting into the distance.

When the sun sets, I follow the glorious night. Gradually, a hint of drowsiness hit, It is the residual fragrance of cherry blossoms. A swarm of fireflies surrounds the cherry blossoms, glowing with a little light.

That's when my dreams are sparkling.