1. Poems describing children in the countryside
Yang Wanli
Childish children making ice
Childish golden basins shed ice at dawn, colored silk threads are worn through them Be Yinzheng.
The sound of a jade chime clanging through the forest suddenly made the sound of shattering glass.
Yang Wanli
Xu Gongdian, Suxin City
The plum blossoms are sour and splash on the teeth, and the banana leaves are green and covered with window screens.
As the day goes by, I wake up without thoughts and watch the children catching willow flowers.
Yuan Mei
What I saw
A shepherd boy riding an ox, his singing shook the forest.
I wanted to catch the chirping cicada, but suddenly I stood silent.
Bai Juyi
Chishang
The little boy held a small boat and secretly collected white lotus.
Unexplained hidden traces, duckweeds bloom together
Gaoding
Village dwelling
The grass grows and the orioles fly in the February sky. The willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke.
Children came back early from school and were busy flying kites in the east wind.
"Mulberry Tea Tunnel Road" Part 7) and "Anlefang Shepherd Boy":
Sunny Windy Day When the rain dries up, the banks are filled with grass and flowers and the streams are filled with water.
The boy was sleeping in the willow shade, and a cow ate west of the willow shade.
Shepherd boy Lu Yan
The grass spread across the field for six or seven miles, and the flute played three or four times 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.
Boating through Anren
Song Yang Wanli
Two children on a fishing boat gathered their poles and sat in the boat.
It is strange that even if there is no rain, the umbrella is open, either to cover the head or to use the wind.
Qingpingle (yuè)·Village
The eaves are low and the grass is green on the stream. When drunk, Wu Yin is very charming, but who is the old lady with gray hair? The eldest son is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, while the middle son is weaving a chicken coop. What I like most is when my child dies, lying down at the head of the stream and peeling lotus pods.
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(Tang Dynasty) Bai Juyi
The little boy held a small boat and secretly picked white lotus.
Unable to decipher the hidden traces, the duckweeds spread out together.
Wind Kite Poetry (Part 1) Xu Wei
Rubbing wicker thread and cotton together, enough for a thousand Looking for paper kites.
How much power can be eliminated by the spring breeze, taking the children to the sky.
What I saw
Yuan Mei, Qing Dynasty
A shepherd boy rides an ox, and his singing shakes the forest.
I want to catch the chirping cicada, but suddenly I stand with my mouth shut.
"Xugongdian, Suxin City" by Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty
The fence is sparse and one foot deep, and the flowers on the tree heads have not yet formed shade.
Children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly, flying into the cauliflower and nowhere to be found.
"Children's Fishing" by Hu Linngneng of the Tang Dynasty
A boy with a shaggy head is learning to fish, sitting sideways on a berry moss.
Passers-by asked me to wave, fearing that I would be frightened and ignored.
"Shepherd Boy" Huang Tingjian of the Song Dynasty
Riding a bull far past the front village, the wind of the flute can be heard diagonally across the Long River.
There are so many famous and wealthy people in Chang'an who are not as good as you if they run out of agencies.
"Flower Shadow" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
On the Yaotai one after another, I called the boy several times but couldn't leave.
The sun has just taken away the world, but the bright moon has taught me to see the future.
Falling asleep in early summer
The plum blossoms are sour and splash on the teeth, and the banana leaves are green and covered with window screens.
After a long sleep, I wake up without thoughts and watch the children catching willow flowers.
"Tian Family" Song Dynasty Fan Chengda
Working in the fields during the day and weaving hemp at night, the children of the village are responsible for their own affairs.
The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree.
Village Gaoding
The grass grows and the orioles fly in the February sky,
The willows brush the dike and are drunk by the spring smoke.
Children come back early from school,
taking advantage of the east wind to fly kites.
Returning to Hometown by He Zhizhang of the Tang Dynasty
The young man left home and his eldest brother returned home.
The local pronunciation has not changed and the hair on his temples has faded.
Children do not recognize each other,
Asking guests where they come from?
Gu Lang Yue Xing Li Bai
When I was young, I didn’t know the moon.
I called it a white jade plate.
I also doubt the Yao Tai Mirror,
Flying in the blue clouds. 2. Poems describing rural children
What you see
A shepherd boy rides an ox,
The sound of singing shakes the forest.
Wanting to catch the chirping cicada,
suddenly shut up and stand.
Children's fishing
A child with a shaggy head learns fishing,
Sitting sideways with the berry moss reflected on his body.
Passers-by asked me to wave,
I was afraid that I would be too frightened to respond.
Qingming Festival
It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival.
Pedestrians on the road want to die.
May I ask where the restaurant is?
The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.
Xugongdian, Suxin City
The fence is sparse and one foot deep,
The flowers on the trees have not yet formed shade.
Children rush to chase yellow butterflies,
Flying into cauliflower and finding nowhere to find 3.10 poems about children
Children come back early from school, and they are busy taking advantage of the east wind. Paper kite. ——Gao Ding's "Village Residence"
The children ran in a hurry to chase the yellow butterfly, which flew into the cauliflower and was nowhere to be found. ——Yang Wanli "Xugong Store, Suxin City"
The shepherd boy rides the ox, and his singing shakes the forest. ——Yuan Mei's "Seeing"
Matsushita asked the boy, saying that the teacher was going to collect medicine. ——Jia Dao "He who seeks hermitage will not meet him / Sun Ge's poem about visiting the sheep to respect his master"
The little boy held a small boat and secretly collected white lotus. ——Bai Juyi's "Chi Shang"
What I like most is that my child died and died, lying down at the head of the stream peeling lotus pods. ——Xin Qiji's "Qing Ping Le·Village Residence"
A child with unkempt hair is learning fishing, sitting sideways on the strawberry grass. ——Hu Lingneng's "Children's Fishing"
Children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree. ——Fan Chengda, "Summer Pastoral Miscellany·Part 7"
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 in the Night Book"
After drinking at Dongpo at night, I woke up drunk and came back as if it was midnight. The boy's breath is thundering. ——Su Shi's "Linjiang Immortal·Drinking in Dongpo at night and waking up drunk"
The shepherd boy returned and crossed the back of the cow, playing the piccolo without any tune. ——Lei Zhen's "Village Evening"
Where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance. ——Du Mu's "Qingming"
I feel sorry for my children from afar, but I still remember Chang'an. ——Du Fu's "Moonlight Night"
Planting trees for ten years and grain for one year, all paid for children. ——Yuan Haowen "The Full Moon·Chonggang has been separated from the world of mortals"
When the day is long, I wake up with ruthless thoughts and watch the children catching willow flowers. ——Yang Wanli "Relaxing in Early Summer and Taking a Nap"
Passers-by asked me to wave from afar, fearing that I would be frightened and not respond. ——Hu Linneng's "Children's Fishing"
Hope it can help you 4. Write 10 ancient poems for children
Qingpingle? Village Dwelling" Song Xin Qiji
Thatch Eaves It's low, with green grass on the stream.
Wu Yin is very charming when she is drunk, but who is the old lady with gray hair?
The eldest child is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, while the middle child is weaving chicken coops.
The younger child is most fond of rogues, lying at the head of the stream peeling lotus pods.
Ode to the Willow He Zhizhang made up the jasper tree to the height of a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. I wonder who cuts out the thin leaves? The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Yang Wanli, Xugongdian, Suxin City The fence is sparse and one foot deep, and the flowers on the treetops have not yet formed shade. The children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly, which flew into the cauliflower and was nowhere to be found. Yuan Mei saw a shepherd boy riding an ox, and his singing shook the forest. He wanted to catch the chirping cicada, but suddenly he stood up with his mouth closed. Village Residence Gaoding The grass grows and the orioles fly in the February sky, and the willows on the embankment are intoxicated by the spring smoke. The children came back early from school and were busy flying kites in the east wind. An Occasional Book about Returning to Hometown by He Zhizhang of the Tang Dynasty. When the young man left home and his elder brother came back, his local pronunciation remained unchanged and his hair on his temples faded. When children see each other but don't recognize each other, they laugh and ask where the guest comes from. Cui Daorong's story about living in a stream. Who's boat is not tied up outside the fence? The spring breeze blows into the fishing bay. The child suspected that there were villagers, so he hurried to Chaimen but closed it. At four o'clock, the countryside is busy. Fan Chengda goes out to plow the fields in the day and works with hemp at night. The children in the village are responsible for their own affairs. The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree. Children's Fishing by Hu Linneng A child with unkempt hair is learning to fish, sitting sideways with berries and moss reflected on his body. Passers-by asked and waved from afar, fearing that the fish would be frightened and not respond. Gu Langyue Xing Li Bai When he was young, he didn't know the moon, so he called it a white jade plate. I also suspected that the Yao Tai Mirror was flying in the blue clouds. 5. Poems about children in rural areas
Children come back early from school and fly kites in the east wind.
The little kid holds a boat and steals white lotus leaves.
The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons by the mulberry tree.
A child with a shaggy head is learning to fish, sitting sideways on the strawberries and grass.
The children are running away in a hurry to chase the yellow. The butterfly flies into the cauliflower and is nowhere to be found.
The shepherd boy rides the ox, and his singing shakes the forest.
Hu Linneng, a child fishing
A child with a shaggy head learns fishing, sideways Sit on the raspberry table grass to reflect your body.
Passers-by asked me to wave, fearing that I would be frightened and ignored.
What I saw Yuan Mei
A shepherd boy riding an ox, his singing shook the forest.
He wanted to catch the chirping cicada, but suddenly he became silent.
Village Ding Gao Ding
The grass grows and the orioles fly in the February sky, and the willows brush the dike and are drunk by the spring smoke.
Children came back early from school and were busy flying kites in the east wind.