Ancient poems about childhood

1. Ancient poems about childhood

★Ancient poems about childhood:

"Children Fishing" [Tang Dynasty] Hu Linngneng

Peng Tou A child learns fishing, sitting sideways with the berry moss reflected on his body.

Passers-by asked me to wave, fearing that I would be frightened and ignored.

"Gu Lang Yue Xing" [Tang Dynasty] Li Bai

When I was young, I didn't know the moon, so I called it a white jade plate.

I also suspected that the Yao Tai Mirror was flying in the blue clouds.

"Village Residence" [Qing Dynasty] Gao Ding

The grass is growing and the orioles are flying in the February sky, and the willows are brushing against the embankment intoxicated by the spring smoke.

Children come back early from school and are busy flying kites in the east wind.

Whose old lady should I send it to?

The eldest son is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, while the middle son is weaving a chicken coop.

What I love most is that my child died, lying down at the head of the stream peeling lotus pods.

"Xugongdian, Suxin City" [Song Dynasty] Yang Wanli

The fences are sparse and the paths are 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.

"Chi Shang" [Tang Dynasty] Bai Juyi

The little boy held a small boat and secretly picked white lotus.

If you don’t hide the traces, the duckweeds will bloom together.

"What I See" [Ming Dynasty] Yuan Mei

A shepherd boy rides an ox, and his singing shakes the forest.

I wanted to catch the chirping cicada, but suddenly I stood silent.

"Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons" [Song Dynasty] Fan Chengda

Working in the fields during the day and planting hemp at night, the children of the village are each 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.

"Shepherd Boy" [Tang Dynasty] Lu Yan

There are straw beds across the field for six or seven miles, and the flute makes three or four sounds 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. 2. Ancient poems describing childhood

1. The grass is long and the orioles are flying in the February sky, and the willows are brushing against the embankments intoxicated by the spring smoke. The children came back early from school and were busy taking advantage of the east wind to fly kites. ——From the Qing Dynasty: "Village Living" by Gao Ding

Vernacular interpretation: In the second month of the lunar calendar, the grass in and around the village has gradually sprouted and grown, and orioles are flying here and there. The willows are covered with long green branches, swaying in the wind, as if gently stroking the embankment. The water vapor that evaporates between the water and vegetation condenses like smoke. The willows seem to be intoxicated by this rich scenery. The children in the village hurried home after school and took advantage of the east wind to fly kites into the blue sky.

2. The little boy used a small boat to steal white lotus leaves. Without clearing up the hidden traces, the duckweeds bloom together. ——From the Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi's "Chi Shang"

Vernacular interpretation: A child held a boat and secretly picked white lotus back. He didn't know how to hide his traces, but there was a trace of a boat on the duckweed on the water.

3. There are two children on a fishing boat, collecting their poles and sitting in the boat. It's strange that even if it's not raining, they open their umbrellas, either to cover their heads or to use wind. ——From the Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli's "Boat Passing Anren"

Vernacular interpretation: There were two children on a fishing boat. They put away their bamboo poles, stopped their oars, and sat in the boat. No wonder they opened their umbrellas when it didn't rain. It turned out that they were not trying to protect themselves from the rain, but wanted to use the umbrellas as sails to move the ship forward.

4. The fence is sparsely one path deep, and the flowers on the treetops have not yet formed shade.

Children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly, flying into the cauliflower and nowhere to be found.

From: Song Dynasty Yang Wanli's "Xugong Store, Suxin City".

Translation: There are few fences, a path leads into the distance, the petals on the trees are falling one after another, but the shade has not yet formed. The child ran quickly to catch up with the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the cauliflower bush and was never found again.

5. The fence is sparse and one foot deep, and the flowers on the treetops have not yet formed shade.

Children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly, flying into the cauliflower and nowhere to be found.

From: "Xugong Store, Suxin City" by Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty.

"Spring Dawn" Author: Meng Haoran Sleeping in spring without realizing the dawn, I hear birds singing everywhere.

The sound of wind and rain at night makes you know how many flowers have fallen. "Deer Chai" Author: Wang Weijian No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but people can hear their voices.

The shadow returns into the deep forest and shines again on the moss. "Acacia" Author: Wang Wei Red beans grow in the southern country, and when spring comes, a few branches will appear.

I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing. Author of "Miscellaneous Poems": Wang Weijun came from his hometown, so he should know about his hometown.

In front of the beautiful window tomorrow, the winter plum blossoms have not yet bloomed. "Looking at the Remaining Snow in Zhongnan" author: Zuyong Zhongnan has beautiful mountains and snowy clouds.

The forest is showing its bright colors, and the city is getting colder at dusk. Author of "Quiet Night Thoughts": Li Bai There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, which is suspected to be frost on the ground.

Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown. "Climbing the Stork Tower" by Wang Zhihuan The sun sets over the mountains and the Yellow River flows into the sea.

If you want to see a thousand miles away, take it to the next level. "Jiang Snow" Author: Liu Zongyuan Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have disappeared.

A man in a boat with a coir raincoat fishing alone in the snow in the cold river. "Deng Le Yu Yuan" Author: Li Shangyin Xiang Wan felt unwell and drove to Gu Yuan.

The sunset is infinitely better, but it’s almost dusk. "Playing the Qin" Author: Liu Changqing Playing on the seven strings, listening quietly to the cold wind in the pines.

Although the ancient tune is self-loving, many people today don’t play it. The author of "Eight Formations Diagram" is Du Fu's contribution to the three-pointed kingdom, which is called the Eight Formations Diagram.

The stone in the river will not turn, and the hatred will be swallowed up by Wu. Author of "Grass": Bai Juyi Li Liyuan grows grass, withering and growing every year.

Wildfire cannot burn it all. The spring breeze blows and gives birth again.

The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green meets the deserted city. I sent the king and grandson away again, full of love.

"The Wandering Son's Song" Author: Meng Jiao's loving mother has the thread in her hands, and the wandering boy's clothes are on his body. Before leaving, I was afraid of returning late.

Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring. "Moon over Guanshan" Author: Li Bai The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ??clouds.

The wind blows tens of thousands of miles across Yumen Pass. The Han descended on the white road, and the Hu glanced at the Qinghai Bay.

Origin of the battlefield, no one returned. The garrisonmen looked at the side with a sad look on their faces as they thought about returning home.

The tall building is like this night, and I have no time to sigh. "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan" Author: Zhang Jiuling There is a bright moon on the sea, and the world is far away at this time.

Lovers complain about the distant night, but they start to miss each other at night. When the candle is extinguished, the compassion light is full, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew.

I can’t bear to give away gifts, but I still have a good night’s sleep. "Sending Du Shaofu to Shuzhou" Author: Wang Bochengque assisted the Three Qin Dynasties, and the wind and smoke looked to Wujin.

I want to say goodbye to you, both are eunuchs. There are close friends in the sea, and there are neighbors in the world.

Inaction is on the road, and the children are wet with towels. "Spring Hope" Author: Du Fu The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation.

I shed tears when I am grateful for the flowers, and I am frightened when I hate others. The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold.

The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the lust is overwhelming. "Climbing the Yueyang Tower" Author: Du Fu In the past, I heard about the water in Dongting, and now I am going up to the Yueyang Tower.

Southeast of Wu and Chu, the universe floats day and night. There are no relatives or friends, and there are no old and sick people.

The soldiers and horses pass through the north of the mountain, and Pingxuan Tisi flows. "Zhongnan Farewell" Author: Wang Wei was quite good at Taoism in his middle age, and he came home to Nanshan in his later years.

When things come and go, they go alone, and they know nothing about success. Walk to a waterless place and sit down to watch the clouds rise.

I happened to visit Lin Sou, and we talked and laughed for a long time. "Liangzhou Ci" Author: Wang Han Grape wine luminous cup, want to drink Pipa immediately.

Lord Grim is lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times? Wanglu Mountain Waterfall Author: Li Bai In the sunshine, the incense burner produces purple smoke, and you can see the waterfall hanging in front of the river in the distance.

The flying stream falls three thousand feet, and it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen into the sky. "Farewell to Meng Haoran in Guangling" Author: Li Bai The old friend bids farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks descend to Yangzhou in March.

The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky. Author of "Early Departure from Baidi City": Li Bai Chao resigned from Baidi among the colorful clouds, thousands of miles to Jiangling and returned in one day.

The apes on both sides of the bank can't stop crying, and the boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains. "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge" by Zhang Jiyue The sky is full of frost and crows are falling, Jiang Feng is fishing and the fire is facing melancholy.

At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell rang for the passenger ship. "Woyi Alley" Author: Liu Yuxi Beside the Zhuque Bridge, there are wild flowers and wild flowers, and the sun sets at the entrance of Wuyi Alley.

In the old days, the king Xietang Qianyan flew into the homes of ordinary people. "Weicheng Song" Author: Wang Wei The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and the willows are new.

I advise you to drink another glass of wine. There will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west. "Out of the Fortress" Author: Wang Changling During the Qin Dynasty, the moon was bright and the Han Dynasty passed, and the people who marched thousands of miles have not yet returned.

But the flying generals of Dragon City are here, and Hu Ma is not taught to cross the Yin Mountain. "Out of the Fortress" Author: Wang Zhihuan Far up the Yellow River among the white clouds, there is an isolated city on Wanren Mountain.

Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass. Ode to the Willow Author: He Zhizhang The jasper is made up as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down.

I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. "Yellow Crane Tower" Author: Cui Hao People in the past have taken the Yellow Crane to go there, and the Yellow Crane Tower is vacant here.

The yellow crane will never return, and the white clouds will remain empty for thousands of years. Qingchuan is full of Hanyang trees, and the grass is luxuriant and Parrot Island is green.

Where is the country gate at dusk? The misty waves on the river make people sad. Walking Alone by the River Looking for Flowers Du Fu Huang Si’s natal family’s pedestal is covered with flowers, and thousands of them hang low on the branches.

The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease. Qingming Festival Author: Du Mu It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die.

I asked where the restaurant was, and the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. Mountain Walk Author: Du Mu Far up the Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is slanted, and there are people living in the white clouds.

Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost. Inscribed on Nanzhuang of the Capital City Author: Cui Hu On this day last year, in this gate, the faces of the people and the peach blossoms reflected each other's red.

The human face is nowhere to be seen, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze. Chanting Goose (King Luobin) Goose, goose, goose sings to the sky.

White hair floats on the green water, and anthurium stirs the clear waves. Spring Dawn (Meng Haoran) I sleep in spring without realizing the dawn, and I hear birds singing everywhere.

The sound of wind and rain at night makes you know how many flowers have fallen.

Luchai (Wang Wei) There is no one in the empty mountain, but you can hear people's voices.

Returning to the deep forest, the light shines on the moss again. Climbing the Stork Tower (Wang Zhihuan), the sun sets over the mountains and the Yellow River flows into the sea.

If you want to see a thousand miles away, take it to the next level. When I ascended Youzhou Taige (Chen Ziang), I saw no ancients before me, and no newcomers after me.

Thinking about the long journey of heaven and earth, I shave my head with sadness. Jing Yesi (Li Bai) There is a bright moonlight in front of the bed, and it is suspected to be frost on the ground.

Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown. It was noon when the compassionate farmer (Li Shen) was hoeing the crops, and sweat dripped from the crops on the soil.

Who knows that every meal on the plate is hard work. Jiang Xue (Liu Zongyuan) Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have disappeared.

A man in a boat with a coir raincoat fishing alone in the snow in the cold river. Farewell to the ancient original grass (Bai Juyi). From the original grass, it withers and grows every year.

Wildfires never burn out, but the spring breeze blows them again. Qiupu Ge (Li Bai) has three thousand feet of white hair, and his fate is as long as his head.

I don’t know where to find the autumn frost in the bright mirror? Gu Langyue Xing (Li Bai) did not recognize the moon when he was young, and called it a gold and jade plate. I also suspected that the Yao Tai Mirror was flying in the blue clouds.

Farewell in the mountains (Wang Wei) Farewell to each other in the mountains, the sunset covers the firewood. Spring grass is green every year, will the king and grandson return? Sitting alone on Jingting Mountain (Li Bai), all the birds are flying high, and the lonely cloud is gone.

The only one I never tire of seeing is Jingting Mountain. Ma Shi (Li He) The sand in the desert is like snow, and the moon in Yanshan Mountain is like a hook.

How can I be a golden person and walk quickly through the autumn. Looking two or three miles away (Anonymous) Looking two or three miles away, there are four or five houses in Yancun.

Six in front of the door. 4. Ancient poems describing childhood life

Children's Fishing (Hu Lingneng)

A child in a tent learns how to hang a dragon,

Lying on his side and reflecting on the strawberry grass.

Passers-by asked me to wave,

I was afraid that I would be too frightened to respond.

Gu Lang Yue Xing (Li Bai)

When I was young, I didn’t know the moon. I called it a white jade plate, and I doubted the Yao mirror, flying in the blue clouds.

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The two childhood sweethearts guessed.

The young man left home and his eldest brother came back.

The local pronunciation has not changed and the hair on the temples has faded (cui).

Children don’t recognize each other when they see each other.

They laugh and ask where the guest is from.

——He Zhizhang's "Book of Returning to Hometown" 5. Ancient Poems about Childhood

Gu Lang Yue Xing

Li Bai

Hours If you don't know the moon, you call it a white jade plate.

I also suspected that the Yao Tai Mirror was flying in the blue clouds.

The immortal has his legs hanging down, and the osmanthus tree is not round.

The white rabbit pounded the medicine and asked who he wanted to eat with?

The toad erodes its round shadow, and the bright night is gone.

In the past, Yi fell from the Nine Crows, and the heavens and humans were clear and peaceful.

The yin essence has fallen into confusion, and it is not enough to see if it goes away.

How about worrying about it? The sadness is heartbreaking.

"Children's Fishing"

——Hu Lingneng of the Tang Dynasty

A young child with a shaggy head is imitating the way of hanging, sitting sideways on the strawberries and grass.

Passers-by asked me to wave, fearing that I would be frightened and ignored. 6. What are the ancient poems about childhood and what are they?

1. Original poem:

Village dwelling

Gaoding

The grass grows Orioles are flying in the February sky, and the willows are blowing on the embankment and drunk with spring smoke.

Children come back early from school and are busy flying kites in the east wind.

2. Translation:

In the second month of the lunar calendar, the grass in front and behind the village has gradually sprouted and grown, and orioles are flying here and there. The willows are covered with long green branches, swaying in the wind, as if gently stroking the embankment. The water vapor that evaporates between the water and vegetation condenses like smoke. The willows seem to be intoxicated by this rich scenery.

The children in the village hurried home after school and took advantage of the east wind to fly kites into the blue sky.

3. Creation background:

In his later years, the poet was rejected and attacked by the peace talks faction. Unable to achieve his ambition, he retired to the countryside in Shangrao area. In a village far away from the war front line, in the quiet early spring of February, the grass grows long and warblers fly, and willows blow on the embankments. The poet, who was infected by the pastoral atmosphere, wrote this poem with the joy of the coming of spring.

4. About the author:

Gao Ding, a poet in the late Qing Dynasty. The courtesy name is Xiangyi, and also the courtesy name is Zhuowu. He was born in Renhe (now Hangzhou City, Zhejiang Province). Gao Ding lived after the Opium War, around the Xianfeng period (1851~1861). He had little deeds, and most of his poems were out of date with that era. Most people mention him only because he wrote a famous poem about kite flying. "Village Dwelling" poem. He is the author of "Zhuowu Poetry Draft".