The little boy held a boat and secretly picked white lotus flowers. Without clearing up the hidden traces, the duckweeds bloom together. ——Bai Juyi's "Chi Shang"
There are straw beds across the field for six or seven miles, and the flute makes three or four sounds in the evening breeze. After returning home and having a good meal at dusk, I lie down under the moonlight without taking off my coir raincoat. ——Lv Yan's "Shepherd Boy"
Who has a heart like a shepherd boy, who sleeps on the cow and listens deeply in autumn. Playing a tune from time to time, why worry about not being able to hear the sound from the north to the south! - "Shepherd Boy" by Lu Zhao I was surprised to see the boy from the creek going out to look. The sound of magpies preceded me to the mountain home. ——Liu Yin's "Mountain Family"
When I was young, I didn't know the moon, so I called it a white jade plate. I also suspected that the Yao Tai Mirror was flying in the blue clouds. ——Li Bai's "Gu Lang Yue Xing"
New words are passed down from generation to generation, with sleeves rolled up and women's hair exposed in the wind. The moon sets, the crows cry, the clouds and rain disperse, and wandering children pick up flowers on the street. ——Liu Yuxi's "Treading Lyrics"
Children also love the bright weather, and there are a group of paper-cut wind kites. ——Zhu Maoshu's "Spring Outing on the Qinhuai River"
A poem written at the age of ten was completed in a hurry, but the cold and ashes of the candle stirred up the feelings of separation. The tung blossoms are thousands of miles away on the Danshan Road, and the young phoenix is ??clearer than the old phoenix. ——Li Shangyin's "Quequatrains"
The children are accompanied by red pleats on their trousers, carrying clues to scold God. Everyone praises you for the early arrival of spring, and you owe me a kite with five feet of wind. —— Kong Shangren's "Kite Flying"
The swaying Wu leaves bring out the cold sound, and the autumn wind on the river stirs up the guest sentiment. I know that there are children picking and knitting, and a light falls on the fence late at night.
——Ye Shaoweng's "What I Saw at Night"