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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.

Children fishing

Hu Lingneng

A unkempt little boy learned to hang a ribbon and sat on the strawberry table next to him 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.

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Yuan Dynasty (1206-1368)

Elephant trunk/whip/used in combination with coins

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.

Cunju

high

pot

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.

Zhenxi early summer

Melia azedarach wind and waves,

Kick down the bridge.

Children on the beach stand by and watch the water,

The play feeds duckweed leaves to new geese.

Zhenxi early summer

Melia azedarach wind and waves,

Kick down the bridge.

Children on the beach stand by and watch the water,

The play feeds duckweed leaves to new geese.

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. "

On a fishing boat, there are two children. They put away their bamboo poles, stopped their oars and sat on the boat. No wonder it didn't rain. They opened the umbrella. They didn't want to protect the rain, but wanted to use the umbrella as a sail to let the boat go forward. Rowing peacefully

Qingpingle villager ju

[Song] Xin Qiji

Mao Yan is low and small, with green grass.

When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white.

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.

I like children and scoundrels best, lying on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.