Modern Poems Describing Children (2)

I remember my childhood

I once

buried an orange in a flowerpot in the yard

thinking that it would become an orange tree one day

I waited and waited

The days passed

I still didn't see my orange tree

but I was still thinking that maybe

or. Maybe it's turned into a fossil.

The first moon in an hour

It's called a white jade plate

How many children will see the ice wheel in the sky

and ask curiously

Is there a Chang 'e on the moon?

Dear parents

Please don't laugh at the children in a hurry

Because it's their beautiful fantasy.

We grow up day by day.

The random thoughts fade away.

Later, when I hear a childlike question,

Will I respond with a smile?

Some are bitter, some miss

Generally, those truly beautiful random thoughts

Only children can have them.

When I was a child,

When I looked at the stars, I would cry.

Cpaing and Lu Xixi went through it a hundred times.

Pick out the seeds after eating watermelon,

Count the summer one by one.

when I was a child,

cicadas were not as precious as they are now.

The eyes can see every layer of texture of the cloud;

If you have a match, you believe that you can

survive the cold winter.

when I was a child,

I didn't know what to do? Ideal? Dedication. But read

Yu Qian is a little hero.

a fly's half wing is used to break it. Just to

break half of a fly's wing.

But I haven't seen the old child for many years. Her bike is downstairs,

rusty. She learned to hold back her tears,

and put away the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar to reconcile her emotions.

finally, her name was added? My Lord? ,

accepted this glorious title.

one night, I want to see the child again.

sit up and light the lamp.

A string of crisp crackles at hand, like a stone thrown into the lake,

scattered from the mirror on the ground. Article 6 "I am a lost child for many years"

text/ Lv Yuanping

left one foot in the sea

right one step in mulberry field

just waded through mountains

missed the boat and boat in my hometown

my mother sewed a thousand layers of shoes on my feet

I should have arrived at my hometown with one ticket

but I walked for several years

I was tired and stopped to look at the undulating mountains < P > Over there on the mountain

Old pagoda tree with shelter from the wind

Hometown, I can't see the smoke from the healing kitchen

Hand-playing a cloak overlooking the warm sun

Salvaging the strong local accent in the dream harbor

The 72-year-old Yimeng River

It coincides with the peach blossom

There are busy bees everywhere

. > humming songs

swing into blossoming buds

sit in the golden autumn, red, sweet and crisp

thousands of oily leaves

set off in spring and go home in autumn

there is no closer distance in the world than the heart and the root

Yimeng, I am your child who has been lost for many years.