Make up a poem about childhood 1. Poems and songs about childhood
When I was a child, I didn't know the moon, so I called it a white jade plate. Lipper
The children ran after Huang Die, flew into the cauliflower, but disappeared.
The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.
Teenagers don't know the taste of trouble, fall in love with the floor, and are worried about giving new words.
In ancient China, there were many poems describing children. Their language is refined and vivid, which shapes children's expressions. The author selected several poems from the common books such as 300 Tang Poems, 300 Tang Poems and Zijia Poems for readers.
A poet in the Tang Dynasty wrote in My Hometown Couplet: "When a teenager leaves home, an old friend returns, and the local accent remains unchanged. When children meet and don't know each other, they smile and ask where the guests are from. " There are only 28 words in the whole poem, but it depicts a beautiful picture for us. After living in a foreign country for a long time, the author returned to his hometown, but the children in his hometown didn't know him. They smiled and asked him where he was a guest. These children are naive, lively, polite and very cute.
Cui Daorong, also in the Tang Dynasty, wrote, "Whoever doesn't tie the boat outside the fence, the spring breeze blows into the fishing bay. I suspect that there are villagers and I am anxious to go to Chai Men. " The poem "Living in a stream is a thing" depicts the interesting things by the stream in a fishing village in spring. I don't know whose boat is outside the fence, but I forgot to tie the cable and was blown into the fishing bay by the long spring breeze. The child who was fishing by the water's edge, not knowing the truth, mistakenly thought that a guest was coming, so he quickly put down his fishing rod and ran to the door to announce that he would open the Chai Men to meet him, but closed the door in a hurry. The poet wrote a series of children's actions into his poems, which seemed simple and natural, but in fact vividly portrayed the hospitable nature of rural children.
Rural children are not only hospitable, but also hardworking. Fan Chengda, a poet in the Song Dynasty, wrote in an idyllic poem "Four Seasons of Pastoral Glory": "The children in the village mind their own business when they plow during the day and are numb at night. Children and grandchildren are not prepared to farm and weave, but also learn to grow melons in mulberry shade. " What is described here is the scene of intense labor in the countryside in summer. "Villagers" refer to adult farmers, and "children and grandchildren" are children. Although children in rural areas can't farm and weave yet, when they see adults weeding and rubbing twine, they also plant melons under mulberry branches like adults.
The children not only learned to grow melons, but also learned to fish. Hu Lingneng, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote in Child Fishing: "A boy with unkempt hair learned to hang a bow and sit beside blackberries and moss. Passers-by use the topic to play, waving far away, not afraid of fish. " You see, how naughty and cute this little guy who is unkempt and sitting on the side is. He doesn't bite the hook for fear that the fish will be frightened. Even passers-by don't give an answer and ask for directions. Although he is "learning to appreciate diaosi", he is quite serious! The poet's handwriting seems to be effortless, but in fact, the kung fu is deep and poetic.
Yang Wanli, a poet in the Song Dynasty, is also a master of writing innocent and lovely children. In his "Xugong Store in Suxin City", there is such a description: "The hedges are sparse all the way, and the flowers on the branches end in shadows. The children are scrambling to catch up with Huang Die, and cauliflower is nowhere to be found. " The poet first showed us a picture of late spring and early summer. Then, a child "running after Huang Die" jumped out of the photo. The chased Huang Die suddenly disappeared in the cauliflower. The poem ends here, but we can imagine how the galloping children stopped at once and looked around in the cauliflower field.
It can be seen that ancient poets are not only good at observing, but also good at recording dull scenes with pens, which gives them magical power. It is not only novel, but also creates various lovely children's images.
2. Poems about childhood
Children's 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.
The village house is high [clear]
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.
Su Xinshi Xugong Store [Song] Yang Wanli
The hedge is thin and deep, and the flowers at the head of the tree 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.
On 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.
[Ming] See "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.
"Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous" [Song] Fan Chengda
During the day, weeding in the fields and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, the men and women in the village took on all the housework. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
3. What are the poems about childhood?
1. Tian's father came back on the grass, and the children in the village were grazing in the rain. Master Gao Dong, be the crops around the hut. -Jia Dao's "Stay in Zhengzhou")
The pond is full of grass and water, and the mountain is soaked by sunset. Cowherd's child sat on the cow's back and casually played the tune with piccolo. -Lei Zhen's "Country Night"
3. Children also love inscrutability, and there are a group of scissors kites. -Zhu Maoshu's Spring Tour of Qinhuai River
4. In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, 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. -Gao Ding's "Country House"
5. The horse treads on water, and the drunken sleeves reveal the wind. It's strange to see the child looking out and the magpie making a noise before I go to my home at the foot of the mountain. -Liu Yin's "Mountain Residence"
6. There are few pedestrians in Gu Xiang, the crescent moon is curved and thin, vines are all over the wall, and children pick lentils. anonymous
7. 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. -Bai Juyi's Ornamental Fish
8. Who is like a shepherd boy, the cow sleeps in autumn, and listens deeply. Play a song, why worry about not knowing the north-south sound! -Zhao Lu's "Shepherd Boy"
9. The baby propped up the boat and stole Bai Lianhua back. He didn't know how to hide the trail. The duckweed on the water left a boat on the trail. -Bai Juyi is on the pool
10. When I first met someone, I was dumb, refused to go back to sleep, and fell in love with a car. It is reasonable to cry all night, because it costs too much to wear clothes. -Wei Zhuang's "With Daughter"
1 1. A little boy with thick hair learned to draw a bow and sat on a strawberry table to reflect on himself. Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by. -Hu Lingneng's The Fishing Child
12. 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. -Fan Chengda's "Tian Jia"
13. The shepherd boy rides a cow and sings loudly. Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently. -Yuan Mei "See"
14. Companion children's trousers are pleated red, holding clues to curse God. Everyone praised you for coming early and owed me a kite. -Kong Renshang's Flying a Kite
15. Baitoulang rides Pulsatilla, and the family moves by boat. He just caught a bass, and his son and grandchildren are busy collecting firewood in the silver grass to make a fire and roast fish. -Zheng Gu's "Fisherman on Huai River"
4. What are the poems about childhood?
The cicada on the banyan tree by the pond in childhood is crying loudly. In summer, only butterflies stop on the swing beside the playground. The teacher's chalk is still creaking on the blackboard. Childhood welfare society has everything, just a game of waiting for class to end. There is not a dime in the pocket. Zhuge Shiro and the Magic Party, who grabbed the sword? Why haven't the boys in the next class passed by my window yet? In the first childhood in comics, I always have to wait until I go to bed to know that I have only done a little homework, and I always have to wait until I finish the exam to know what I should learn. I haven't read for an inch. Teacher Jin said that an inch of time is an inch of gold. Day after day, year after year, I was in a daze. No one knows why the sun always sets on the other side of the mountain. No one can tell me whether there are immortals living in the mountains. Many days, I always face the sky alone. Stay so curious, so fantasize about such a lonely childhood. Dragonflies are flying in the sun, and green rice fields, watercolors, crayons and kaleidoscopes can't be painted. When will the rainbow grow up like a senior classmate's mature face? Looking forward to the holiday, looking forward to tomorrow's growth, looking forward to growing up day by day, looking forward to growing up and dreaming of childhood. I once asked the clever star, and I once asked the kind moon. How long is the road to dreams; I once asked the affectionate earth, the warm sun, how long the dream road is. Childhood is a newborn green leaf, a budding bud, a blue sky and a beautiful dream. I once asked the clever star, and I once asked the kind moon. How long is the road to dreams? I once asked the affectionate earth and the warm sun. How long is the road to dreams? Childhood is a newborn green leaf, a budding bud, a blue sky and a beautiful dream. I once asked the clever stars and the kind moon. How long is the road to dreams? I once asked the affectionate earth, the warm sun, the clever stars and the kind moon. I once asked the affectionate earth, the warm sun, how long the dream road is. Childhood is a newborn green leaf, a budding bud, a blue sky and a beautiful dream. I once asked the clever star, and I once asked the kind moon. How long is the road to dreams? I once asked the affectionate earth and the warm sun. How long is the road to dreams? Childhood is a newborn green leaf, a budding bud, a blue sky and a beautiful dream. I once asked the clever stars and the kind moon. How long is the road to dreams? I have asked the passionate earth, and I have asked the warm sun. How long is the road to dreams? The night rain is light smoke, dreamy and blurred. People are also confused. The stars are shining in the sky, and the mountains and rivers are full of vitality and beautiful. Old things are presented in the outline of childhood. The years are ruthless, silently bidding farewell to the past, and the spring breeze is clean and flawless. Fate changes with self-confidence, just like innocent life, cheerful laughter, sky and sunset. Red is wandering around, looking for flowers floating in the wind. That's a saying, "Mom is always coquetry, accompanying my bed with vague psychedelic charm every night, floating and smiling." Birds and flowers are singing in the sky, and the sun is setting, and the outlines of childhood images are presented one by one. Fortunately, girls have no worries, no hatred, no resentment, innocence and happiness. I miss my mother silently. When can I return to my arms? When I was a child, I met you in your hometown before dawn. You and I are always soul mates. I'll see you again in your hometown before dawn. I will think of you here every night. When I was a child, I walked to the front of the building in pairs with you. When do you want me to pick flowers for you? When can I go to the building with you two? Every time I see wild flowers, I think of you. I fought with you when I was a child and wanted to climb the moon. You said you wanted me to hang my heart in the sky. When can I fight with you again and fly to the moon? Every time I see the stars, I think of you. A heart is carved on a flower tree. You say when two spoony people will always see when they can accompany you to the flower tree again to see if these two hearts will face * * * forever. You have known each other since childhood, and how much happiness you have spent together is just bosom friends. It's simple * * * You meet every day and stay together forever. When I spend happiness with you, it is not simple and pure. Love will always be in your heart, and I will help you side by side when I have troubles and difficulties. Up to now, I have not forgotten to bless you.
5. Ancient poems describing childhood
Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees. -Fan Chengda's "Summer Village Miscellaneous Seven"
When I asked your students under a pine tree, "my teacher," he replied, "went to pick herbs." -Jia Dao's Absence Notes
The grass shop is six or seven miles away from the field, and the flute makes the night wind three or four times. -Yan Lu's "Shepherd Boy"
Cowboys ride on the backs of oxen, and songs echo in the forest. -Yuan Mei "See"
The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind. -Gao Ding's "Country House"
Teenagers listen to the rain and sing upstairs. -Jie Jiang's "Yu Meiren Listening to the Rain"
Nowhere to find, only a teenager's heart. -Zhang Liangneng, "Xiao Chongshan, a bright future, a deep spring affair"
Come back from a full meal at dusk and lie in the moonlight without taking off your hemp fiber. -Yan Lu's "Shepherd Boy"
If you want to buy osmanthus with wine, you are not a teenager. -Liu Guo "Tang Duoling Road, Ye Man and Zhou Ting"
The children at home have not been driven away, and the oriole singing the song of idleness is still sleeping. -Wang Wei's "Seven Pastoral Music Six"
When I was young, I took 10,000 soldiers and elite cavalry and spent too much time with them. -Xin Qiji, "Partridge, a guest talks about the reasons for fame. 》
Spring goes to summer, and the days are long and tired. After a nap, I feel depressed and watch the children play with catkins in the air. -Yang Wanli's "Taking a nap in early summer"
6. Poems and songs describing childhood.
Tong qu Shen fu
When I was a child, I could open my eyes to the sun and observe autumn in detail. When I see a little thing, I have to check its texture carefully, so I sometimes look for fun outside of things.
In summer, mosquitoes turn thunder, and privately plan to let a group of cranes dance in the air. If you want it, you will have a thousand, and if you want it, you will have a crane. Look up, Xiang Qiang. Mosquitoes stay in the tent and smoke, making them fly towards the smoke, making them look like white cranes in Qingyun, like cranes in the clouds, and happy.
I often crouch in the concave and convex parts of the earth wall, in the grass of the flower bed, so that I can be flush with the platform; If you look closely, you can feel at ease when you wander around with bushes as forests, insects and ants as beasts, convex soil and gravel as hills and concave soil as valleys.
One day, I saw two insects fighting in the grass. When I watched it, it was in full swing. Suddenly, a monster came down from the mountain and fell from the tree, covering a frog. My tongue spit out and both worms swallowed it. I was young and lost in thought, but I was surprised. God decided to catch frogs, whip dozens and drive them out of the hospital.
Chishang
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.
Yang Wanli, Su Xinshi Xugong Store
The hedge is thin and deep, and the flowers at the head of the tree are not shaded.
The children ran after Huang Die, flew into the cauliflower, but disappeared.
Gaoding country house:
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.
Qingpingle. Rural residence
Xin Qiji
The eaves are low and small,
Green grass by the stream.
Drunk and charming,
Who has white hair?
The big-eared hoe fights west and east,
Zhong Er is knitting a chicken coop.
I like children and scoundrels best,
Lying at the head of a stream peeling lotus flowers.
Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Song Xing Fan Chengda
During the day, weeding in the fields and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, the men and women in the village took on all the housework.
Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
Li Bai in Tang Dynasty
When I was young, I didn't know the bright moon in the sky, so I called it Bai Yupan.
I also suspect that Yao Taijing is flying beyond the white clouds.
Immortals drop their feet, and osmanthus trees form a group.
The white rabbit smashed the medicine and asked who to eat with.
The white rabbit is not an old panacea. Can you tell me who eats it?
Toads eat the full moon, the moon, the moon is so dark, I don't know.
After Yi shot down nine suns, the paradise on earth was clear and peaceful.
No matter how worried you are, sadness will destroy your heart.
"-yuan mei see:
The shepherd boy rode an ox,
This song shook Lin Yue.
Trying to catch cicadas,
Shut up suddenly.
7. Make up a poem about childhood, rhyme, thank you.
Childhood is a beautiful and indescribable word.
What it is, no one can tell. Perhaps, it is a seed buried deep underground, waiting for sunshine and irrigation.
Perhaps, it is a blank sheet of paper, waiting for graffiti and writing. Perhaps, it is a bunch of lilies inserted in a bottle, waiting for blooming and fragrance.
Maybe ... maybe ... childhood is so diverse and beautiful. Childhood is waiting for us, waiting for more careful irrigation, waiting for more beautiful colors and more fragrant fragrance.
Childhood is waiting for us, and our childhood becomes more beautiful in an instant ... In the warm sunshine of childhood, cuckoo cries and laughs, poplar hands tremble with the wind, and childish songs wander in the running water. In this way, happy years are flowing in the green birch forest, insects are whispering, white dandelions are emitting beautiful flower caps, partners gathered in the wind are running intoxicating, jumping in the gurgling stream, fish are frolicking, and greasy weeds are swaying. Screaming loudly with gentle and lovely lines, the troubles that cut through the sky, the joy of childhood quietly go away, we hold up the raindrops of childhood with our hearts, and we keep the wind of childhood with our hands. We hope our childhood can last forever in the fields of spring.
The pure white clouds are our happy past, the abundance of the lake is our true feelings, and the dew-like laughter is stirring in the air. Envy us? White clouds and blue sky.
Jealous of us? Childhood is a beautiful and indescribable word.
What it is, no one can tell. Perhaps, it is a seed buried deep in the ground, waiting for sunshine and irrigation.
Perhaps, it is a blank sheet of paper, waiting for graffiti and writing. Perhaps, it is a bunch of lilies inserted in a bottle, waiting for blooming and fragrance.
Maybe ... maybe ... childhood is so diverse and beautiful. Childhood is waiting for us, waiting for more careful irrigation, waiting for more beautiful colors and more fragrant fragrance.
Childhood is waiting for us, and our childhood becomes more beautiful in an instant ... In the warm sunshine of childhood, cuckoo cries and laughs, poplar hands tremble with the wind, and childish songs wander in the running water. In this way, happy years are flowing in the green birch forest, insects are whispering, white dandelions are emitting beautiful flower caps, partners gathered in the wind are running intoxicating, jumping in the gurgling stream, fish are frolicking, and greasy weeds are swaying. Screaming loudly with gentle and lovely lines, the troubles that cut through the sky, the joy of childhood quietly go away, we hold up the raindrops of childhood with our hearts, and we keep the wind of childhood with our hands. We hope our childhood can last forever in the fields of spring.
The pure white clouds are our happy past, the abundance of the lake is our true feelings, and the dew-like laughter is stirring in the air. Envy us? White clouds and blue sky.
Jealous of us? Breeze and raindrops. We were deeply moved by the glory of this childhood.
A wonderful childhood. A wonderful childhood. I read your shadow in my childhood dreams, and my childhood poems and songs echoed in my heart. The sunshine is tender and innocent, and a candy can make me happy for a long time. Have you ever thought about the years when you looked at the blue sky outside the window when you were a child, and you and I used to play among the flowers and green leaves? I can't see my childhood clearly when I grow up. Cuckoo crows in the warm sunshine, poplar hands tremble with the wind, and childish songs wander in the running water. In this way, there are insects whispering in the flowing green birch forest, white dandelions emitting beautiful flower caps, and the gathering partners running in the wind are intoxicating. In this way, there are fish playing by the gurgling stream, oily aquatic plants swinging soft and lovely lines and screaming through the sky.
8. Write a poem about childhood
My dream cabin
The blue sky is wrapped in white clouds.
Red flowers set off green grass
My house is very elegant
In this warm environment.
Not necessarily a villa.
Because it will scare away the partners in the forest.
Not necessarily a beautiful tile house.
Standing on the lawn
My dream cabin
In a big tree
There is a bird's nest in the house, and there are many birds in it.
I also have a small bedroom.
This cabin
It is a habitat shared by humans and animals.
I stood at the door.
Welcome friends to come.
Not necessarily comparable to Zhuge Lu.
Not necessarily Ziyunge.
My dream house