Poems and songs describing childhood

Time: Southern Song Dynasty

Author: Yang Wanli

Works: Xinshi Xugong Store

Content:

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.

Time: Southern Song Dynasty

Author: Xin Qiji

Works: Qingping Music

Content: Find out what you saw in The Book of Mountain Gardens.

Li Anyun Songzhu, everything starts from now on.

The meat stuck to the east branch,

Wine ripens first at the bedside.

Xifeng Lizaoshan Garden,

The child stole a long pole.

Don't surprise others,

I'll sit by and watch.

Time: Northern Song Dynasty

Author: Su Shi

Works: Whistle

Content:

Bend down to eat rice,

Running away from home because of drinking,

My mouth and body are tired.

Come back,

Who won't take you home?

It feels like the past is not the present.

Exposed,

Recruiting a husband shows the way home,

It is childish to laugh in front of the door.

All the old chrysanthemums are in short supply,

Xinsong is black and old,

I am so old now!

But a small window can close your knees, Chai Fei,

I hold a scepter and watch the lonely clouds fly in the dusk.

Clouds appear unintentionally,

Birds know when they are tired,

It was unintentional.

Hey!

Back and forth,

Today I forgot myself and the world.

Relatives have no waves,

There is a real taste in the piano book.

The bottom of the steps is rugged,

Flooding is gentle and graceful,

A trickle of black valley flows with spring water.

Look at the vegetation and be happy.

You feel shy,

I live and rest!

How long will it take to regain your mind?

What does the unconscious emperor want?

Who will decide whether to stay or not?

Where does the fairy know?

Wealth is not my ambition.

But knowing how to climb a mountain by the water,

He who draws the pot is drunk.

What is more doubtful about the fate of this life?

And ride the current and stop when you encounter obstacles.

Precautions:

Tao Yuanming's poems come and go, with words but no sound. I have ruled Dongpo and built a snow hall on it. Everyone laughs at its ugliness, but Dong Yifu (Yue) of Poyang enjoys it exclusively, calling it a neighbor. Is to take the word "go home" and add some words to make it sound, so as to leave Yifu. It is a great pleasure to write children's songs, follow Dongpo, and make peace with it with thunder, so as to buckle the horn.