Please help me find three ancient poems describing my childhood.

Su Xinshi xugong branch

Yang Wanli

Hedges are sparse and deep,

The flowers at the top of the tree are not shady.

The children chased Huang Die,

Flying into cauliflower is nowhere to be found.

Get up in early summer

Yang Wanli

Plum sour teeth, banana green sieve.

Spring goes to summer, and the days are long and tired. After a nap, I feel depressed and watch the children play with catkins in the air.

Cunju

High set

In February, the grass grows and the orioles fly, and the willows shine in the spring smoke. The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.