1. Beautiful poems about childhood
Beautiful poems about childhood 1. Poems or famous quotes about the beauty or nostalgia of childhood
I want to give my little hand , turned into three autumn osmanthus, fragrant to the universe, even Chang'e looked back frequently.
I want to turn my feet into gurgling water and let the mother river carry the boat forever. I want to turn my eyes into the moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the child under the banyan tree. I want to turn my body into fertile land, so that the barren land in the northwest can also have the fragrance of wheat.
Childhood is like a colorful dream, it is still so clear when you wake up, and it is endlessly memorable. Childhood is like colorful pearls, connecting endless joy and immature dreams.
Childhood is like a singing bird, flying high with infinite hope. Ah, childhood, childhood, you are like running water, rolling forward in the blink of an eye.
Ah, childhood, childhood, you are like a horse, flying thousands of miles in the blink of an eye. The songs of childhood, the laughter of childhood, the ideals of childhood, the joy of childhood - are imprinted on the sky of childhood.
Childhood (Poem) Under the warm sunshine, the cuckoos are singing loudly and laughing. The beautiful hands of the poplars are also swaying in the wind. Their childish songs are wandering in the flowing water. The happy years are flowing like this, the green white birches are flowing. In the forest, there are the whispers of insects. The white dandelions exude their beautiful flower hats. Friends gathered together are running in the wind. The intoxicating time is jumping like this. There are fish playing beside the gurgling stream. The oily water plants are swaying with soft lines and shouting loudly. The screams cut through the sky, the troubles, the joy of childhood left silently. Together we held up the raindrops of childhood with our hearts, and together we used our hands to retain the wind of childhood. We wish our childhood life in the spring fields to last forever.
The pure white clouds are our happy past, the abundance of the lake is our true feelings, and what is stirring in the air is our dew-like laughter. Do you envy us the white clouds and blue sky?
Are you jealous of us? The breeze and the raindrops. We are deeply moved by the splendor of this childhood.
What a wonderful childhood. What a wonderful childhood. Poems of years, I read your shadow in my dreams, poems of childhood echo in my heart, the sunshine is gentle, tender and innocent, the seasons, a candy can make you happy for a long time, have you ever thought about you and me who looked out the window at the blue sky in childhood? I used to play and play among the flowers and green leaves. I can no longer see clearly the childhood years when I grew up (Poetry). Under the warm sunshine, the cuckoos were singing and laughing. The beautiful hands of the poplars were also swaying childishly in the wind. Songs are wandering in the flowing water. The joyful years are flowing like this. There are insects in the green birch forest. The white dandelions have beautiful flower hats. Friends gathering together are running in the wind. The intoxicating time is jumping like this. There are fish beside the gurgling stream. The children's play, the oily water plants swaying with tender lines, the loud screams piercing the sky, the troubles, the joy of childhood, just like this, quietly walked away. Together, we held up the raindrops of childhood with our hearts, and together we used our hands to retain the wind of childhood.
We wish that our childhood life can last forever in the spring fields. The pure white clouds are our happy past, the abundance of the lake is our true feelings, and what is stirring in the air is our dew-like laughter.
Are you envious of us? White clouds and blue sky. Are you jealous of us? The breeze and the raindrops.
We are deeply moved by the splendor of childhood. What a wonderful childhood. What a wonderful childhood.
I have read your shadow in my dreams, the poems of my childhood have echoed in my heart, the sunshine is gentle, the tender and innocent season, a candy can make you happy for a long time, have you ever thought about the years you saw in your childhood? Looking at the blue sky outside the window, I can no longer see clearly the you and me who once played and played among the flowers and green leaves====================== = Under the warm sunshine, the cuckoos are singing loudly and laughing. The beautiful hands of the poplars are also swaying in the wind. Their childish songs are wandering in the flowing water. The happy years are flowing like this. In the green birch forest, there are insects whispering and white dandelions. Exuding beautiful flower hats, the gathering partners are running in the wind. The intoxicating time is jumping like this. There are fish playing beside the gurgling stream. The oily water plants are swinging with soft lines. The loud screams are piercing the sky. The troubles of childhood. The joy just left silently.
2. What are the poems that describe a beautiful childhood?
1. "Ode to the Four Sages of Ji Shang." Zheng Huo Ershanren (one work is dedicated to Cui Zhengershanren)"
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
Pandant and prosperous people often have Jin Zhangmen. Fortunately, I have the inheritance of my ancestors and received the grace of the Lord Ming early.
In childhood and without learning, he was a glutton for meat. There is no shortage of scholars in the forest, and no one recommends him to the Supreme Being.
Zheng Gong Laoquan Shi, Huo Zianqiu Fan. He sells medicine at a reasonable price and writes books worth thousands of words.
There is no bad wood in the yin, and drinking water will clear the source. I am too humble to be discussed, so who can comment on this person?
2 "Gift to Cen Langzhong"
Tang Dynasty: Rong Yu
When I was not reading books in my childhood, I recited several poems by Langzhong. The smoke and dust in the four seas are still wide apart,
Ten years of soulful dreams follow each other. Although I am covered with clouds and mist to meet the disease, I already hate that the wind is too late to worship virtue.
No one in the world appreciates poetry. If you don’t look for poets, who will you look for again?
3 "Send a Novice to the Great Wisdom to Travel to Wutai"
Tang Dynasty: Jiao Ran
He followed his Dharma couple in his childhood, and his family background was Confucianism. Learning from the three chapters and sentences can make you travel thousands of miles cool.
The clouds return to the dark night of Longmarsh, and the trees fall to the wild goose gate in autumn. The elders should ask each other and pass it on to Xiang Zuzhou.
4 "Yu Yao Zhi served as a servant and joined the army with Jian Bao"
Tang Dynasty: Yan Wei
When he was a child, he presented gifts to Huangzhou and thought about the king and the marquis. Nothing is accomplished and the new head is white,
Two springs are wasted on the Cangliu. The songs and poems are prosperous, the stars are moving, and the flute and flute are played in the new pavilion in the dark day.
Where do you want to go?
5 "Photographed by Fang Cui when he was sent to serve as the envoy of Zhongcheng Xinluo"
Tang Dynasty: Dou Chang
The emperor ordered the envoy from Haidong to act in harmony with heaven. Ya. Distinguish the country and know the virtues of wood. There is the Jin family in the founding of the country.
I would like to thank you for your kindness, and keep my happiness as a limited credit. The whale wave is hot with the wind, and the sail is tilted on the first day.
The night is full of fire, and I go to Cha alone in autumn. Comfort and comfort are all metaphors, and loyalty is flawless.
Beautiful childhood bun, hairpin with fragrant moonflowers. Then he followed Chen Zeng and found Zhengshuo in China.
3. Beautiful poems about children’s childhood
Where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance. ——Du Mu's "Qingming"
Children who don't recognize each other laugh and ask where the guest is from. ——He Zhizhang's "Two Poems on Returning to Hometown·Part 1"
The young man does not know the feeling of sadness and falls in love with the upper floors. ——Xin Qiji's "Ugly Nuer·Shubo Mountain Road Middle Wall"
The children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly, which flew into the cauliflower and was nowhere to be found. ——Yang Wanli, "Xugongdian, Suxin City"
Children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they also learn to grow melons by the mulberry tree. ——Fan Chengda's "Summer Pastoral Miscellany Part 7"
Matsushita asked the boy and asked the teacher to go collect medicine. ——Jia Dao's "Those who seek hermitage will not find them"
There are straw beds across the field for six or seven miles, and the flute plays three or four sounds in the evening breeze. ——Lv Yan's "Shepherd Boy"
The shepherd boy rides an ox, and his singing shakes the forest. ——Yuan Mei's "Seeing"
Children came back early from school and were busy flying kites in the east wind. —— Gao Ding's "Village Residence"
A young man listens to Yuge upstairs. —— Jiang Jie's "Poppy Listening to the Rain"
4. Beautiful sentences about the passage of childhood
1. Time is like an arrow, passing by in the blink of an eye and disappearing without a trace No trace left.
2. Watch the water flowing eastward in the morning and the sun sinking in the west at dusk.
3. Time passes by inadvertently. When you open the old notes, the words are full of deep feelings and artistic conceptions.
4. Time is fleeting, how can I wait for it? Sentences about the passage of time
5. Don’t sigh for the passing years, but face the time that wants to slip away in a hurry.
6. Looking back on the past, the days were filled with colorful light and shadow. In the barrier of memory, the once heartbeating voice gradually faded away. p>
7. The days of chasing and laughing in my childhood flowed through the journey of my life like flowing clouds and flowing water.
8. Life is like a dream, so why be afraid of wind, flowers, snow and moon? If you have a dream today, you will dream today. The flowers will bloom tomorrow and you will enjoy them tomorrow. Life is short and you can live it with peace of mind.
9. Time flows slowly eastward as quietly as water, thinking alone at the window or the water in front of the door. What you can look back on is your experience, but what you cannot look back on is the past.
10. The flow of light can easily throw people away. The cherries are red and the bananas are green.
11. There is no choice but the flowers fall away, and the swallows return as if they have known each other before. Beautiful sentences
12. The wind blows and the flowers settle, and time steps on the light footprints, rolling up the beauty of the past and passing away leisurely.
13. The torrent of time has swept away youth and years, leaving only a scarred body deeply marked by time and a vicissitudes of heart.
14. Time flies so fast that it makes people overwhelmed. They can only stare at the beautiful things that once felt like a daze and try to recall the past days, but the capacity of memory is limited. No matter how much we recall, I can't recall even a trace.
15. Sleepless nights, tears every day, tears drowning the sun and moon, confusing the world, and it is impossible to recover the lost years and return to the original pure mooring.
5. Poems expressing the beauty of childhood
When I was young, I didn’t know the moon, so I called it a white jade plate.
Children run fast to chase yellow butterflies, flying into cauliflower and nowhere to be found.
Children come back early from school and are busy flying kites in the east wind.
The young man doesn’t know the feeling of sorrow, so he falls in love with the higher floors and tries to describe his sorrow in order to compose new words.
When the young man left home and his boss came back, his local pronunciation remained unchanged and his hair on his temples faded. When children see each other but don't recognize each other, they laugh and ask where the guest comes from.
No one outside has a boat tied up, and the spring breeze blows into the fishing bay. The child suspected that there were villagers, so he hurried to Chaimen but closed it.
A child with shaggy hair learns fishing, sitting sideways with berry moss reflected on his body. Passers-by asked and waved, fearing that they would be frightened and ignored.
The fence is sparsely one foot deep, and the flowers on the branches have fallen into the shade. The children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly, which flew into the cauliflower and was nowhere to be found.