Poetry reading about childhood, urgent! ! ! ! !

I use my tender hands

Divide the days into strings of notes

Jump between your fingers

Childhood is a pure blue painting.

I use clear eyes

Draw the years into a pure blue river

Flowing in my heart

Childhood was picked up in a paddy field.

That string of rice ears

In the long river of time

Shine golden light

When time becomes the color of sadness

Smudge the time and space I have traveled.

When life uses tough hands

Let my heart be full of hardships

Childhood is in my silent heart.

Sing softly, come on.

In the long river of time,

Pearls are deposited into particles.

I am in the silent night

Wear it carefully in a string.

A glittering necklace

Illuminate my whole body and mind.

In the warm sunshine

The cuckoo is laughing.

Yang Qian's hand trembled in the wind.

Childish songs

Wandering in the running water

Happy years just flow by.

In the green birch forest

With the whisper of insects

White dandelions give off beautiful flower caps.

A happy companion

Running in the wind

The intoxicating time jumps like this.

By the gurgling stream.

Accompanied by the frolicking of fish

Oily aquatic plants sway with soft and lovely lines.

give a loud scream

The trouble of cutting through the sky

The happiness of childhood has gone away silently.