Poetry about the taste of childhood 1. Poetry describing childhood life
Children's Poetry-Don Luther's natural emotions, rosy cheeks.
When a stranger sees you at first sight, his first language is more pity. His arms are as fat as a donkey, and his skin is softer than cotton.
When the head grows, it can cover the forehead, and the angle gradually decreases. There's nothing to worry about if you break up.
A row of official soldiers shouted in front of the painting hall. Sing the willows together, sing the lotus together.
Take the embankment with drizzle, and flush the lane with light smoke. Tender bamboo rides a horse, and Xinpu breaks the whip.
Young warblers are in the golden snail system, and cats have colored silk collars. Holding cranes to Qingdao drives geese into warm spring.
Huayang competes for snow, and elm leaves collect money. The tin mirror is hung on the chest, and the silver beads are hung on the ears.
The head is wrapped in a stork and the sleeves are covered with branches. Wine warms cinnabar, and tea urges Xiaoyu to fry.
Frequently invited to raise money, when begging for embroidery needles to wear. Cherish red beans and make up jewels.
The costume is covered with a mattress, and the hat is wearing boots and felt. Exhibition painting tends to be three saints, and the screen opens to laugh at seven sages.
The storage of green apricots is small, and the forehead is green and round. I was shocked, with tears all over my face and saliva all over my face.
Tired of reading books, hate drugs, cleverly postpone. Write it down and hide it.
Beat the drum and pluck the strings of the game god. The curtain blows the hook, and the kite pushes the goose column.
Chess and road painting, flute is short of sound. The angry guest fell asleep at the beginning, and the monk was half-meditating.
Look for spiders and poor roofs, and explore birds all over the rafters. Throw the fruit and open your mouth, hide the hook.
In the evening, we get together and play on the swing. Fold bamboo into mud swallows, add silk and put paper kites.
Praise each other's water cymbals and teach each other how to spin. This flag is cut with red silk, and this book is cut with blue.
Spread the pigeon net far away and control the flying line low. Slang is always telling the truth, and folk songs are circulated everywhere.
The concealed window eyebrows are bent at the beginning, and the arm is connected. Fight for grass as the spring path, and fight for the ball out of the backcourt.
Liu sits beside herself, and the bottom of the flower wants to sleep. Wait for the front fence of the magpie and listen to the edge of the building.
Butterflies stick to branches and cicadas stick to trees. The flat island is boasting, and the cliff is proud of its edge.
Small footprints on tender moss, complete footprints on Zita Law's shoes. Competition refers to the cloud, and the bright moon is called the sky.
Did the ants find their way? Beehives were piled up around the steps. The firewood sings back to the deep mountain, and the ox sings down the distant river.
Make firewood for the house and hold a banquet with mud. It's dangerous to build a high platform stone and jump a steep tower brick.
Suddenly climbed the neighbor's tree and stole the boat in Houchi. Xiang Tuo is called Teacher's Day, and Ganluo is an auspicious year.
When you were in the Ming Dynasty, you could be virtuous and persuade me to reduce my madness. "Children are fishing"-Don Hu Lingneng's unkempt child learned to bow his head and sit by the raspberry moss.
Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by. "Su Xinshi Xugong Store"-Song Yang Wanli hedges are sparse all the way, and the trees are not shaded.
The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again. "What I See"-The beautiful shepherd boy of Qingyuan rode a yellow ox, and his singing made Lin Yue sing.
Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently. "Village Residence"-Ding Cao Chang Ying flies in February, and the willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke.
The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind. "To Wild Children"-Don Wei Zhuang admires your ignorance and wildness, posing and laughing at people.
Riding an ox at dusk, ask Minister Zhongxing. Shepherd boy-Qi Tang Buniu rides for free, and the spring breeze is drizzling.
Among the green hills and grass, there is a flute and a hemp fiber. Sing at sunrise and clap your hands at the moon.
Who is like you? Nothing, nothing. "Watching the children in the village play by the stream" —— Song's "Rainy stream sweeps the embankment flat, watching the children in the village Xie Yixian"
Bamboo and horses gallop, kites are domineering and whistling in the wind. In the third winter, I temporarily learned from Confucian scholars and practiced from my parents.
Literacy is roughly equivalent to paying tribute, so you don't have to work hard for your officials. The Shepherd's Poem —— Jiyuan, Zhang Tang, herded cattle and surrounded the village with thick grain.
The hungry bird pecked the cow's back and prevented me from playing with my head. Into the vicious grass, many cows spread out and sang to the reeds when they were white.
Blowing leaves across the embankment should be accompanied by three or four whips. "Niu Niu eats grass and doesn't touch each other, and the lawsuit is broken!" Pastor Tang Li's ci involves herding cattle down the river in the Tang Dynasty.
Go to herd cattle at night and drive cattle in the village. Walking in the rain-covered Woods, folding and lying on the green grass, singing a little song.
The waist is full of short arrows of basil, and I am no longer afraid of tigers biting my calves. "Shepherd"-Tang Yinluan's shepherd knows no one, wearing straw sandals and a bamboo hat.
The sunshine in the morning is not outstanding, and the dew is half wet. In February and March, the grass in the plain turns green.
Riding cattle in March and March, grazing in front of the village and behind the village. The flute is just a stroke, and all the children sing and dance together.
Look at the sky, ride their cows home.
2. Poems and songs about childhood
A modern poem about childhood: childhood
childhood
A playful splash,
Laughing a lot.
Footprints in the field,
Chase dragonflies.
When I was a child, the paper plane,
Take us,
Where did it fly?
I am wearing old clothes,
Don't want to take it off
You laughed at my dark face,
I laughed at your dirty clothes.
Modern Poetry about Childhood II: Ancient City
The dim ancient road is full of mottled ancient cities.
The afterglow of the sunset filled the gap in childhood.
How many years has the overgrown grassland been covered up?
Lonely branches and leaves cling to the old house on the corner
What is left is only the familiar remnants and strange smells.
How many memories have fallen leaves taken away?
Dreaming back to the old city adds a bit of melancholy.
Wandering in my hometown, looking for a little childhood.
The rest has been lost, and the lost may never have been owned.
Only the stone benches and the cold wind that will never get rid of are familiar.
The wind blew past the window, leaving a few dead leaves.
People go to the empty building, out of memory or memory?
"Old Qing, do you remember my hand that picked up the residual leaves?"
The old city is surrounded by dim roads, and the afterglow of the sunset invades the imprint of the years.
Lonely broken branches lean against the old house, leaving only remnants and old friends.
The creeping weeds gently covered the young people's heads, and the fallen leaves took away last year's troubles.
People go to the empty building, all the money is spent, and the empty account is full of romance.
Modern Poetry about Childhood III: Acacia
I thought I had a good time.
There will be no feelings and injuries in my heart.
Can enter the home.
Parthenocissus is still so crazy.
Like my lovesickness.
Cut one crop after another.
I thought I was enthusiastic about others.
I don't long for you.
You can sit in front of the screen
Acacia still leads me to your home.
Whether it is a deep blessing or a faint greeting.
Always let worry crawl through my heart.
Cann't escape
Acacia uses her soft arms
Give me a light hand
Let my actions
Strolling in the evening in Moro
Wandering in front of your house
Cann't escape
Acacia followed me closely.
I was chosen as her close friend.
Let my soul
Whispering in the lonely night
Friend, where did I miss you?
Modern poem 4 about childhood: always on the road
Flowers bloom and fall, and the tide rises and falls.
Man, what is life for?
To pursue my childhood dream.
still
Find the direction of life
Open your hazy eyes
This is just a dream.
The reality is so crazy
I can't find the direction of my dream.
Just because I don't have a pair of flying wings.
Just because I've been on the road.
Modern poem five about childhood: I want to see the sea
Want to see the sea?
Look at the blue sea,
Listen to the waves of the sea.
The happiness of childhood seems to be just around the corner.
Listen to the sound of seabirds,
Play with the waves.
Stepping on the waves,
Running freely by the sea.
The sea breeze messed up my hair,
The waves wet my clothes,
I'm like the daughter of the sea,
Free in the sea.
The waves dance with me,
Fish plays games with me.
Tired,
Pillows on the beach,
Look at the blue of the sea.
Sleepy,
Use the sea as a bed,
Listen to the story of the sea
Want to see the sea,
Watching the sea when I was a child.