Poetry about children's growth

"Qing Pingle? Seven-level village houses in Song and Xin Dynasties have low eaves and green grass. When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white. The eldest son is hoeing bean creek in the east, and the second son is knitting a chicken coop. He likes children scoundrels best, lying at the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers. He Qifang: I sing for boys and girls. I sing about the morning, I sing about hope, I sing about things that belong to the future, and I sing about the power of growth. My song, fly, fly to the hearts of those young people and find the place where you stay. All the happy or beautiful thoughts that make me tremble like grass have turned into sounds and danced everywhere, whether it is like a breeze or like a piece of sunshine. I lost my adult sadness from the strings, I became young again, my blood flowed rapidly, and I was full of dreams and longing for life. Recalling Jiangnan (3 songs by Bai Juyi) 1 Jiangnan is good, and the scenery was once familiar. When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan? Jiang Nanyi, the most memorable is Hangzhou. Looking for laurel trees in Zhongshan Temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. When will you revisit? Jiang Nanyi, followed by Wu Gong. Wu Yi cup of spring bamboo leaves, Wu Wa dance lotus drunk. Will we meet again sooner or later? The shepherd boy in Yuan Mei rides a yellow ox and sings loudly. Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, stop singing immediately, and stand by the tree in the village without saying a word. "Gao Ding grass grows 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. " Children Fishing "A little boy with thick hair in Hu Lingneng sat next to blackberries and mosses and learned to hold the bow of the boat. Passers-by waved at a distance for fear that the fish would be frightened. > Wei Zhuang refused to go back to sleep and fell in love with cars at first when he saw that everyone was mute. One night, he cried because he was so tired of clothes and flowers.