In study, work or life, everyone has collected poems that impressed them, right? Poetry is characterized by highly condensed language and short and concise length. What kind of poetry is classic? The following is my collection of memory of childhood modern poetry, welcome to learn and reference, I hope to help you.
Childhood Fun
Under the warm sunshine
The cuckoo bird chirps and laughs
The poplar's hand is swaying in the wind
Childish songs
Wandering in the running water
The joyful years just flow
The green, white, and green poplars are all in the wind.
In the green birch forest
There was the murmur of insects
White dandelions with their beautiful hats
Childhood was a fresh song
I used my tender hands
To compose the days into a string of notes
Jumping from finger to finger
Childhood was a blue painting
With clear eyes
I used the days to compose a string of notes
Jumping from finger to finger. With clear eyes
I painted the years into a pure blue river
Flowing in my heart
My friends
Running in the wind
Drunken moments jumped in this way
By the babbling brook
Fish were playing
The oily grasses were swaying in a soft line
I chased butterflies on the way to school,
I held a dragonfly in my hand and thought about it.
The birds call me when I am digging out my eggs,
and I am late when I am fishing in the stream.
A child's heart is still alive,
but who can understand the silk on the sideburns of a flat head?
Second, "Childhood"
Under the sunset,
the innocent laughter on the green,
snowflakes,
the pure and flawless hand in the revelry,
laurel play,
the dusty chase,
the simple hand in the dusty,
the first time, the second time, the second time, the first time, the second time, the first time, the second time, the third time, the first time.
The clear and transparent laughter in the fluttering of the stream.
The years evaporate gently like water,
and childhood settles quietly like gold.
In the depths of the world,
Childhood glows with the flame of light,
distantly calling ......
III. The joy of the journey. Memories of childhood, Enlightenment of life, Pure water for the heart. Memories of the drops, Time is frozen. Collected in the warehouse of memories, stay in the life screening room. Appreciate, recall. Four, "Childhood Memories" Cicadas are singing again The schoolbag can be given up for a while Under the shade of the tree, the fun of watching ants moving Looking for coolness is the most beautiful cozy in the summer Putting my little feet in the cool water strong> A lot of expectations, A lot of thoughts, The fiery sentiment burns the childhood. Once wearing a small uniform, the excitement and joy spread all over the campus. A few falls, A few trials and tribulations, hard work to know what is tough. The future is not all smooth, The ideal is never a honeyed word. A few surprises, A few revelries, After the storm is the sunshine. Childhood expectations have finally been realized, and the glorious years will not be far away. Sixth, "June, grafting the dream of childhood" Mountains surrounded by green homes, meandering streams nourished Far away from the cold mountains, in and out of the stone path, deep in the white clouds, grew up Once, how, how envious of the divine pen, Ma Liang And now, the daughter of the landscapes, flowers and birds Looking back from the machine that baked the Pods Thinking of my childhood The creamy Pods she ate Unlike the Pods I used to fear and anticipate from the sound of the explosions She played with the colorful playdough Unlike the dark, slippery clay I used to play with She played with the electric, remote controlled Unlike the bricks and tiles I used to play with She plays with dolls Unlike the little friends I used to run after She is under the loving care of her mom and dad, her grandparents, and her parents Unlike the love and affection I used to feel There is not a single trace of my childhood in my daughter's laughter There is not a single trace of my childhood in my daughter's laugh There is not a single trace of my childhood in my daughter's laugh There is not a single trace of my childhood in my daughter's laugh Eight, "The Expectations of Childhood" A lot of expectations, A lot of thoughts, Fiery sentiments burning the childhood. Once put on a small uniform, the excitement and joy spread all over the campus. A few falls, A few trials and tribulations, hard work to know what is tough. The future is not all smooth, The ideal is never a honeyed word. A few surprises, A few revelries, After the storm is the sunshine. The expectations of childhood have finally been realized, and the glorious years will not be far away. A Wonderful Childhood I still remember There was a small canal to the east of the old house It was muddy and turbulent, and it flowed away, ending at the seedling field The canal was like my father's hands with visible veins When the canal was quiet, the village was quiet And I would wade in and play with the water. I would wade into the water and play "float" I was mesmerized by the beauty of the splash of water against the splash of water At that time, my childhood was by the canal I remember there was a paulownia tree in front of my old house it was always so tall and big that I couldn't see it all the way to the end I tried to conquer it and climbed up the branch. The thickest reeds hid a shallow section of water The shallow section of water hid a clean brick stone It seemed to hide a secret that had always been hidden in their hearts I have always hidden this in my heart I have not told the adults Along with the village children At that time, childhood was in the heart I have been able to find a place for my children to go to, but I have been able to find a place for my children to go to. Now, back to the old house And childhood is gone He only exists in my memory Memories of childhood When you grow up Think back to that year, What was it like for us then? At that time, we were naive We did not look at the hypocrisy of the world We only looked at the beauty of the world The yard at that time It was a record of our good memories But how will it be made today Is it broken At that time, we were strong Strong to face the world's setbacks Strong to face the world's setbacks The world is not a place for us. We were fun Laughing with our friends Just knowing that was all we had- And whether the handbook that recorded our friendship is still there Waiting for us to turn it over and look at the person we once were Or is it slowly fading away because of broken friendships We were honest then We are not going to be the hypocrites of the world We are trying to be the honest children in our hearts But now the diary that recorded our honesty And where did it go. Because we started to change Left? ..... Nowadays, do we still remember the beauty of our childhood Are you and your friends still flipping through the manuals that recorded you Do you still remember the base that held our beautiful dreams Do you still remember the wonderful vows you made at that time Are you still your honest and good boy Do you still remember the yard that recorded your naivety Do you still remember the yard that recorded your honesty Do you still remember the yard that recorded your naivety Do you still remember the yard that recorded your naiveté? Do you still remember the yard that recorded your innocence Even if the world has more setbacks, more temptations, more hypocrisy Please keep your innocence, your beauty, your dreams, your dreams! Remembering childhood Following the beat of the children's festival Remembering my childhood companions Childhood companions in front of me Memory of the song ringing in the ears Silent years drifted away The innocence of the heart is like yesterday The innocence of the heart is like yesterday The innocence of the heart is like yesterday The innocence of the mind is like yesterday. p> Childhood is my daytime song Childhood is my nighttime dream Childhood is all laughter and no sorrow Childhood is a poetry of endless memories Childhood is gone, but the memories are beautiful Childhood has been gone for a long, long time I wish I could have invited you to come with me I would like to go back to my old neighborhood I would like to go back to the old neighborhood again To fly a kite again To fly high in the sky To dream of wings To fly high in the sky In the woods I'd play the green willow flute To hear the birds in the forest I would imagine the infinite possibilities of childhood Folding paper into airplanes And then I would fly the kite again. The airplanes I made with paper Flying with me The windmills I made with my own hands Going to school for competitions The long jumping rope My favorite You have a pair of watchful eyes Look at the way you play hide-and-seek Your eyes are like crystals Your face is so full of childish laughter I am afraid that the fairy tale will not be the same as the one that I have seen. I'm afraid that the specimen of fairy tale Even if I break through the green hills It's hard to seek it again Life doesn't go backwards Childhood stays with yesterday Memory Clumps up my childhood love Lifts up the sea waves of my heart Letting the laughter of childhood With green dreams On the road of life Sowing innocence and beauty