Are there any poems about children in ancient times?

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.

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 through the trail.

The fence is sparse, a path leads to the distance, and the petals on the tree fall, but the shade has not yet formed.

The children hurried after the yellow disc and flew into the cauliflower and couldn't find a place.

The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.