A poem describing a boy's initial growth.

1, the little boy looked back on the days he had passed, leaving a series of crooked footprints on the road of growing up, with bitterness and joy, enrichment and loss. Although I miss my childhood paradise, I still hope to grow up. "The ancient and modern scrolls will never be seen, and a window will send a fleeting time." I want to pick the waves of wisdom, constantly enrich, enrich and improve myself, and live every day happily and meaningfully in the reverie and expectation of a better life.

The child grew up in the blink of an eye. I wonder if she will really care about my heart after seeing the growth I recorded for her after my death.

In a blink of an eye, the little boy will go to primary school soon, and growing up all the way is the only way in life.

4. The little boy felt: the river of years slowly flows through, leaving a deep footprint of growth. Looking back suddenly, I left a string of deep or shallow footprints on the road of growth, recording happiness and sadness and accompanying me along the way.

The little boy said: under the blue sky, the sun is shining, let's bathe in the warm sunshine and share the pain and joy of growing up. Let's bless youth together, grasp youth and enjoy youth.