Poetry about describing children’s play scenes

1. What are the verses in the poem "Xugongdian, Suxin City" that describe children's games?

What are the verses that describe children's games in "Xugongdian, Suxin City"? The poem is: "Children run in a hurry to catch up with the yellow butterfly, which flies into the cauliflower and is nowhere to be found."

The original poem of "Xugongdian, Suxin City" is as follows:

The fence is sparse. The sparse path is deep, and the flowers on the tree heads have not yet become shade.

Children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly, flying into the cauliflower and nowhere to be found.

There are also poems describing children's play scenes:

When the day is long, I wake up without thoughts and watch hundreds of children catching willow flowers. —Du—Yang Wanli

Smiling at the children riding bamboo horses and drunken guests on the fairy boat. ——Bai Juyi

I was walking around the pond watching the fish swim, while the children were fishing. ——Bai Juyi

Children clap their hands to make dusk, and the laughing monkey should be drunk and practicing in the garden. ——Su Shi

Why are children clapping their hands and laughing? Laughing people talk about the meaning of the scriptures on an empty stomach. ——Su Shi 2. Poems describing children's rich imagination

Guan Village Children Playing on the Stream (Song Dynasty) Lu You's Bamboo Horse Staggered into the Nao River to Remove the Paper Kites and Hold the Wind Ming. The author, Lu You (1125-1210), was a writer of calligraphy, No. Fangweng, a native of Shanyin, Yuezhou (now Shaoxing, Zhejiang), is a famous poet in the Southern Song Dynasty.

He was born in a family of officials who "lived in poverty and studied hard" before becoming an official. He was eager to learn since childhood and advocated resisting the Jin Dynasty and restoring the country throughout his life. However, he was repeatedly ostracized and deposed. Lu You was a prolific writer. He was still composing poems and compositions at the age of eighty. He has nearly 10,000 poems in existence, and "The Complete Works of Lu Fangweng" still exists.

Which volume this sentence is taken from remains to be investigated. Children's games in the Song Dynasty were diverse and rich.

The poem describes two games, one is riding a bamboo horse; the other is flying a kite. The bamboo horse ran on the ground, wandering around, and even the man and the "horse" rushed into the muddy pond, which was very disappointing; the kite was flying in the air, swaying left and right, flying and screaming, so arrogant.

It is worth noting that when the poet writes about the relationship between kites and wind, his approach is unique. He does not say that kites fly by the power of the wind, but says that kites take advantage of strong winds to fly domineeringly in the sky. Here, the author takes the kite as the main subject and regards it as a living thing. He really brings the kite to life.

Reading this poem, I can't help but think of "kite fighting" which is still popular in Japan today. Most of the fighting kites are rectangular hard boards, tied into a tile shape from the back, either vertically or horizontally. The paintings are simple and bright, with no tail tied, and a bowstring tied to the back. With the strong wind, they fly into the sky, dashing left and right, making a buzzing sound.

Many kites take off at the same time. They do not avoid collisions and entanglements, but fight with each other and "cut" each other's lines. Once the lines are broken, they are allowed to fly away. In the end, whoever remains in the air is the winner.

The scene was quite as powerful as Lu Weng’s poem. Paper Kite (Song Dynasty) Who made the king's order to make a light kite? It's so grand that it looks like a distant bird. It seems that the flying bird is not too far away, so I ride on a thread and go by the wind. There is a fool who looks up and looks at the sky. It may not be the blue sky, because I can only reach it by chance, so I can't afford it all day long. I can't afford to laugh and kill. Tuanpeng Shiernan Wang Ling (1032-1059), courtesy name Fengyuan, was a poet of the Northern Song Dynasty. He was originally from Yuancheng (now Daming County, Hebei Province). His parents died when he was five years old. He lived with his uncle in Guangling (now Yangzhou). When he grew up, he Teaching for a living.

Wang Ling was talented but short-lived, and died at the age of 28. His poems are novel in conception and penetrating in language.

In 1980, Shanghai Ancient Books Publishing House published "Wang Ling Collection", consisting of 21 volumes of poems and prose. Whether this poem was originally quoted from "Wang Ling Ji" remains to be investigated.

"Duan" refers to the amount of cloth in ancient times, and one end is one foot or eight feet. "Moduoduan" means not many, not far.

Kite flyers may not fly kites just because the birds can’t fly far to add to the spectacular scene in the sky. However, the author thinks and says this, and it is obvious that he treats kites like birds. . Look at the kite flying by the wind and soaring into the sky. Although it may not be able to reach the extremely high sky, it can fly all day long and never fall. Even the roc, which is said to fly ninety thousand miles, cannot Such ability.

This is a poem that describes a kite in a macro sense. The author does not write about the shape or color of the kite, nor even how the kite flies.

Instead, he used his rich imagination to set off, contrast, and exaggerate the kite's flying air cushion to describe the most essential characteristics of the kite - to be high and good at flying. Flying high, with a large flying line angle and strong stability are exactly what today's kite enthusiasts are pursuing for their works.

The crazy things are gradually getting higher and higher in the trees, and the forest must be avoided and entangled, but it cannot be returned to the end. Half a piece of paper is sent to Taixu to Yufeng Liezi, but who is as high as himself, from oneself to the other, not climbing to the road, because of the time when the scroll is relaxed, the sound of the clear Yao Jing is said to be phoenix blowing, and the shadow is floating. Couples dragging their skirts naked, children wandering around the world with their hands, full of pride, getting up early in the sky, arranging clues, relying on other people's sky-high skills, riding the wind, showing off the spirit, new every day, looking up at the noisy alleys, finally shattered, pulled here and there by the dust, what's the use of showers? The head is gone, the spring is gone, the spring is about, the kite is flying in the air, the awning is broken, the slender fingers are flying, the momentum is flying for a long time, the flowers in the eyes are light, the stream water is learning, the catkins are falling wildly into the grass, the skin and bones are floating, the silk is looking at each other, clapping hands and laughing. Children** *You can't climb up to the high wind and then take back the silk fiber after a few times. Why bother to have all the facilities and bones to know how to avoid danger and difficulty. Floating like plain clouds, green man and graceful white crane crossing the green mountains. The spring scenery should be infinitely surveyed and soaring. Just waiting for it to suddenly turn into the air. In front of you, there is a blur. Gao Qian looked at the person in front of him and avoided them indefinitely. The whole body was covered with rain and the sky was straight up. It was hard to prevent the tiles from falling. The light returned in the darkness and the spring breeze urged the Qingming Festival to end in the garden. No one was worried about the wind and cloud. The wild kite leaped into the sky and the five threads continued to live. Can lift a leaf across the sky into the chaos, pitch up in the dust, look up to explore the universe, but the blue sky wanders to the eight extremes, seeking a destination, borrowing paper from the empty window, playing on the swing, fighting with grass, paper kites floating and sending traces, as if searching for the nest, the sound is like a swallow It is said that all the bells in Duling Mountain are active, big or small, no matter how high or low they are. I have no intention of comparing them to Tengchong. I am rolling in my arms and dying. I am riding the spring dawn. I am traveling through the clouds at the ninth level. Where can I hear the Qin Zheng in the distance? Look at the witch clouds in the distance. The colorful clothes are fluttering with green sleeves. Swinging skirts and dancing willows and flying flowers present a miraculous scene. The sun is moving, the stars and immortals are really controlling the cranes, fluttering and soaring, taking advantage of the clouds and algae to float and trace, and other clouds and algae to control the energy and give physical shape according to the virtual reality. Flying in the sky without any shadow, hindering the destiny of Xiao Xiao. Since the Qing Dynasty, the silk-linked rope guide has finally had to break the law and change the spring. After all, the Dharma realm is still wide and wide, and the hope is eliminated. The embellishment is clear and green - "Poetry of Ode to Things·Volume 2" Paper Kite (Yuan Dynasty) Xie Zongke Arc Qian Steadyly Rides the Clouds of the Shanxi River How many children are envious of half a piece of paper flying up to the sky with the sound of people, the sky is clear, the blue east wind is dawn, the shadow is far away, and the sun is spring.