The ancient poem about missing childhood is 1. What are the ancient poems about missing childhood?
The ancient poems that miss "childhood" are:
1. "On the Pool" Tang Bai Juyi
A child propped up the boat and secretly picked the white lotus back. He didn't know how to hide the trail. The duckweed on the water left a boat on the trail.
2. "Village Residence" is lofty and lofty
In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.
The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.
3. "See" Qing Yuan Mei "
Cowboys ride on the backs of oxen, and songs echo in the forest. Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently.
4. Children Fishing Tang
A child with unkempt hair and immature face is learning to fish by the river. He is sitting sideways in the grass, and his shadow is set off by weeds.
Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by.
5. "Shepherd Boy" Huang Song Ting Jian
Riding an ox is far beyond a thousand villages, and the flute wind is obliquely separated from the dragon.
How many Chang 'an fame and fortune guests, organ failure is not as good as jun.
6. "Ornamental Fish" Tang Bai Juyi
Like children fishing, walk around the pool and watch the fish swim.
A person who loves fish has different hearts, so I will give you a hook.
7. "Tian Jia" Fan Song Chengda
Farming during the day, weaving at night, and the children in the village are in charge.
Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
8. "Flower Shadow" Song Sushi
On the platform of Yao, I made several phone calls but couldn't get through.
In the evening when the sun went down, Hua Ying just retired, but the moon rose again and Hua Ying appeared again.
Modern poetry about "nostalgia for childhood";
If you really want to trace the source,
Childhood may disappear in an afternoon.
That summer was hot and dry.
I didn't notice how time slipped away.
That blowing green leaf
Paper flowers that will not wither in winter
That little bird that flies around forever
And that paper that can't be finished anyway.
They're all gone.
Leave simply, suddenly and without memory.
I don't understand. My pace is slow.
Or am I never willing to change?
I hope my pace is slow.
So that we can stop safely and watch them go further and further.
Until I found that I could no longer see the world through the eyes of a child.
Only then did I understand how natural it was to lose my childhood.
2. Ancient poems about missing childhood
Li Bai's long career
My hair barely covers my forehead. I am picking flowers and paying by my door.
When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles and throw your childhood.
We live in an alley in Qingkan. We are all young and happy.
When I was fourteen, I became your wife, and I was too shy to laugh.
I bowed my head and went to the dark corner, unwilling to pay attention to your thousands of calls.
But at the age of fifteen, I raised my eyebrows and laughed, knowing that no dust can seal our love.
Even to death, I will wait for you in my post, and I will not lose heart in the silent watchtower.
When I was sixteen years old, you embarked on a long journey, crossing the Qingtang Canyon full of rocks and swirling water.
Then the fifth month, I couldn't help it anymore. I tried to listen to the monkeys in your distant sky.
I looked at the place where you walked, your footprints in front of our door, each hidden under the green moss.
Hiding under the moss is too deep to sweep away, and the first autumn wind adds leaves.
Yellow butterflies in August, hovering in the grass of our West Garden in pairs.
Because of all this, my heart is broken, and I am worried that my bright cheeks will fade.
Oh, finally, when you come back through three Pa areas, send me a message home in advance! .
I'll pick you up, and I won't mind the distance, all the way to Sha Changfeng.
I saw you, my love, riding a bamboo horse, trotting around in high school and throwing green plums. So this is the origin of childhood friends, very touching.
3. Miss the ancient poems of childhood
Children fishing [Tang] learn to hang a bow without trimming, and sit on the side of raspberry moss.
Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by. "Village Residence" [Qing] Gao Ding grass grows in February, and the willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke.
The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind. "Qingpingle Village Residence" [Song] Xin Qiji's eaves are low and small, the green grass by the stream is drunk, the five tones are good, and white is melancholy.
The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages. My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying in the grass, peeling the lotus just picked.
"Su Xinshi Store" [Song] Yang Wanli hedges have deep sparse paths and shady trees. The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again.
"On the Pool" [Tang] Bai Juyi's little baby punted and stole the white lotus back. He didn't know how to hide the trail. The duckweed on the water left a boat on the trail.
"What I See" [Ming] Yuan Mei shepherd boy rides a yellow ox and sings Lin Yueyin. Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently.
"Four Seasons of Pastoral Miscellaneous Glory" [Song] Fan Chengda's performances during the day and night are all numb, and the children in the village are in charge. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
, "Su Xinshi Xugong Store" Song Yang Wanli hedges are sparse all the way, and the trees are not shaded. The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again.
2, "Qingpingle Village" Song Xin Seven-level Mao Yan is short and small, and the river is covered with green grass. When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white.
The eldest son is hoeing bean creek in the east, and the second son is knitting a chicken coop. He likes children scoundrels best, lying at the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers. 3, "On the Pool" Tang Xiaowa punted and stole the white lotus back.
He didn't know how to hide the trail. The duckweed on the water left a boat on the trail. 4. "Village Residence" stands tall and straight, the grass grows in February, and the willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke.
The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind. 5, "See" Qingyuan Mei Shepherd is riding a yellow cow and singing a song that shakes Lin Yue.
Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently. 6. "Child Fishing" Tang, a boy with gray hair, learned to hang a bow and sat by the raspberry moss.
Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by. 7. "The Shepherd Boy" Huang Songting rode the ox far beyond the former village, and the flute wind was heard for a long time.
How many Chang 'an fame and fortune guests, organ failure is not as good as Junba. "Fish Watching" Don walked by the pool and watched the fish swim around, just like a child fishing.
A person who loves fish has different hearts, so I will give you a hook. 9. "Tianjia" Song Fancheng plowed the fields during the day and made hemp at night, and the children in the village were in charge.
Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees. 10, "Huaying" Song Sushi overlapped on the Yaotai, and I couldn't get away after several calls.
In the evening when the sun went down, Hua Ying just retired, but the moon rose again and Hua Ying appeared again. Children Fishing (Hu Lingneng) Children with awning heads learn to bow their heads while lying on their sides, with raspberries and moss reflecting their bodies.
Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by. Gulang (Li Bai) swam around the moon for several hours, but he didn't know the moon, so he called it Bai Yupan. It is suspected that Yaotai Beijing flew at the end of Qingyun Mountain.
Li Bai's Long March: When you, my love, are riding a bamboo horse, trotting around the circle and swinging your childhood, we live together in Changgan Lane, and we are all young and happy. Even when I returned to my hometown (Ho), I left home when I was young, and the local accent did not change when I was old.
When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from. The grass grows in February in the village (Gaoding), and the willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke. The children came back from school early and were busy flying kites in the east wind. Respondents: Narcissus Dream | Level 2 | 201-3-919: 38 | Reporting Children Fishing [Tang] Pengtou Kindergarten.
Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by. "Village Residence" [Qing] Gao Ding grass grows in February, and the willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke.
The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind. "Qingpingle Village Residence" [Song] Xin Qiji's eaves are low and small, the green grass by the stream is drunk, the five tones are good, and white is melancholy.
The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages. My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying in the grass, peeling the lotus just picked.
"Su Xinshi Store" [Song] Yang Wanli hedges have deep sparse paths and shady trees. The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again.
"On the Pool" [Tang] Bai Juyi's little baby punted and stole the white lotus back. He didn't know how to hide the trail. The duckweed on the water left a boat on the trail.
"What I See" [Ming] Yuan Mei shepherd boy rides a yellow ox and sings Lin Yueyin. Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently.
"Four Seasons of Pastoral Miscellaneous Glory" [Song] Fan Chengda's performances during the day and night are all numb, and the children in the village are in charge. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
, "Su Xinshi Xugong Store" Song Yang Wanli hedges are sparse all the way, and the trees are not shaded. The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again.
2, "Qingpingle Village" Song Xin Seven-level Mao Yan is short and small, and the river is covered with green grass. When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white.
The eldest son is hoeing bean creek in the east, and the second son is knitting a chicken coop. He likes children scoundrels best, lying at the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers. 3, "On the Pool" Tang Xiaowa punted and stole the white lotus back.
He didn't know how to hide the trail. The duckweed on the water left a boat on the trail. 4. "Village Residence" stands tall and straight, the grass grows in February, and the willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke.
The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind. 5, "See" Qingyuan Mei Shepherd is riding a yellow cow and singing a song that shakes Lin Yue.
Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently. 6. "Child Fishing" Tang, a boy with gray hair, learned to hang a bow and sat by the raspberry moss.
Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by. 7. "The Shepherd Boy" Huang Songting rode the ox far beyond the former village, and the flute wind was heard for a long time.
How many Chang 'an fame and fortune guests, organ failure is not as good as Junba. "Fish Watching" Don walked by the pool and watched the fish swim around, just like a child fishing.
A person who loves fish has different hearts, so I will give you a hook. 9. "Tianjia" Song Fancheng plowed the fields during the day and made hemp at night, and the children in the village were in charge.
Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees. 10, "Huaying" Song Sushi overlapped on the Yaotai, and I couldn't get away after several calls.
In the evening when the sun went down, Hua Ying just retired, but the moon rose again and Hua Ying appeared again.
4. Recall ancient childhood poems
Childhood memory
Poetry is unpretentious, vivid and moving, and the lines are full of poetic meaning. Childhood life is fascinating.
A long silent night.
I often miss my lost childhood.
Childhood in the eighties
It seems as if it happened yesterday.
Baiyun duoduo
Floating in the blue sky
The four seasons are as cold and warm as usual.
Flocks of birds flew across the sky and rested in the Woods.
Leaving a clear birdsong.
Small yellow cauliflower is in the field.
It exudes a fragrant fragrance.
Attract dancing butterflies
Add the breath of life.
Lush Woods, lush grass
On the golden rice straw
We are happy to lie on it.
Looking up at the endless blue sky
My heart floats carefree in every corner of the countryside and fields.
The air is filled with the laughter and innocence of childhood.
The stream of childhood gurgled.
Fish wander in seaweed or hide in aquatic plants.
We were naked, chasing the stream.
So interesting, so carefree, so carefree.
Country road after rain
Groups of running children
Playing in the muddy water on the road.
Greet tomorrow with laughter.
Childhood dusk is so beautiful.
As the sun sets, the countryside is silent.
Smoke from the kitchen is everywhere in the village.
Such as Teresa Teng's touching and beautiful song:
I saw the smoke rising and the twilight enveloped the earth.
I want to ask where you are going, the smoke in the kitchen.
The sunset is poetic and the dusk is picturesque.
Although poetic, I only have you in my heart. . .
Another example is the ancient poem: "Warm people village, smoke in Yi Yi market."
The smoke from the kitchen in the distance is precipitated by years.
Become a concern and yearning of modern people.
Time flies like an arrow.
Things are wrong, people are wrong, things are wrong.
There are no more birds in the field today.
There are no fish in the stream.
The country road has become a flat and clean cement road.
Silent night is no longer a symphony of insect-like night.
Growth changed everything.
The frolic sound at that time
The country road chase at that time
At this point, I am a stranger.
At this time, it became a page in the depths of memory.
We lost our childhood.
Lost the innocence of childhood.
Worry masks the memory.
Time will not go back.
Memories can only rotate slowly in your mind.