Poems describing children's lives

Qingpingle country house

Song Xin qi Ji

The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass.

Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it?

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.

Ikekami (Tang) Bai Juyi

The little baby holds the boat,

Steal Bai Lianhua back.

Don't understand the trace,

Duckweed blooms together.

Su Xinshi Xugong Branch Songyang Wan Li

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 child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again.

Ornamental Fish Tang Bai Juyi

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.

Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Prosperity One (Song) Fan Chengda

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.

The houses in the village are tall and 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.

Take a good look at 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.

Children's Fishing Soup Hu Lingneng

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.

Mu Tong Huangsong Tingjian

Riding an ox is far beyond a thousand villages, and the flute wind is obliquely separated from the dragon.

How many Chang 'an fame and fortune guests, organ failure is not as good as jun.