I suspect it is Yao's platform, flying in the sky. Is the fairy in the moon hanging her feet?
Why do laurel trees become round in January? The white rabbit is not an old panacea. Can you tell me who eats it? Toads eat the full moon, the moon, the moon is so dark, I don't know.
After Yi shot down nine suns, the paradise on earth was clear and peaceful. The moon has been lost, and there is nothing to see except to walk away. Worry, how can I bear the pain, sadness breaks my heart.
"Children Fishing" Author: Don Hu Lingneng, a unkempt little boy, sat by the raspberry-like moss and meditated. Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by.
"New Town Xugong Store" Author: Song Yang Wanli hedges are scattered all the way, and the flowers on 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.
"Look" Author: Qing Yuan Mei Mutong riding a scalper, singing Lin Yue. Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently.
"Watching Fish" Author: Tang Bai Juyi strolled around the pool to watch fish swim, just like a child fishing. A person who loves fish has different hearts, so I will give you a hook.
Author of Tianjia: In Song Dynasty, Fan Chengda worked in the fields during the day and weaved hemp at night. The children in the village took care of their own affairs. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
"Flower Shadow" Author: Song Sushi stacked Yao Tai, several calls children can not go. In the evening when the sun went down, Hua Ying just retired, but the moon rose again and Hua Ying appeared again.
"Cottage" Author: Ding Cao Long Ying flies in February, blowing willow drunk spring smoke. The children came back from school early and were busy flying kites in the east wind. "Moon Pool" Author: Tang Bai Juyi's little baby propped up the boat and stole it back to Bai Lianhua.
He didn't know how to hide the trail. The duckweed on the water left a boat on the trail.
"Shepherd Boy" Author: Song and Huang Tingjian rode cattle far through the village in front, and the flute wind was obliquely separated by a long smell. How many Chang 'an fame and fortune guests, organ failure is not as good as jun.
Modern poems describing childhood are as follows: 1, innocence of childhood. Once upon a time, I had that innocent smile. Once upon a time, I was so happy. Once upon a time, I also ran around the carousel every day.
Once upon a time, I had such a wonderful childhood dream. How many years have passed, and time has turned back.
When I was a child, I always looked out the window in a daze, thinking about the future when I grew up. Watching the leaves turn green year after year, the pace of running around never stops.
2. "I am a childhood" The stage of life has passed the stage of childhood. Is there a smiling face in the photo box? This is the most beautiful picture. No matter how big the complaint is, I can put it down and cherish my childhood. I gave my heart to the mileage of natural life, filled in the post of voluntary life and handed in the answer sheet. Every footprint is listening to freedom and calling for life. After childhood, grandpa's laughter was left to spring, and flowers and plants were the precipitation of years. No matter how big the injury is, it is also gently collected here. The medal hidden in childhood has passed on love and the fire of love through grandma's hand. All the way between heaven and earth is full of warm sunshine, and every dream can be passed down from generation to generation. 3. Innocent laughter on the green in the sunset of childhood; In the snowflake dance, holding hands in the carnival; When osmanthus plays, the clear and transparent laughter floats in the chasing stream in the dust fragrance, the years evaporate gently like water, and childhood quietly precipitates like gold. In the depths of the world, childhood shines with flames, calling from a distance ... 4. The childhood longing of childhood is so far away now, knowing that watching frolicking children is a fetter, but it is simply unrestrained, as if everything is separated from them. I envy, follow my mother's footsteps and see this legendary world clearly and thoroughly. However, this is a bubble. Life is like a play, with geometric sadness. The longing for childhood lies in children. In spring, everything comes back to life. Branches and buds germinate and bloom on the land of the motherland. In summer, the cicadas in the trees beside the pond awaken the deep desire. In autumn, yellow leaves fall all over the ground, so sad, so sad. In winter, the naked cold wind mercilessly destroys the snow. Plum blossoms are still dancing, but they are not afraid to compete with snowflakes and show tenacity. Figure-The first childhood longed for listening to the songs of memories, looking for incomplete memories, looking at the happy face on your face, and using this memory to preserve the most beautiful innocence-until you die. 5. "Childhood Memory" Childhood memory, the most beautiful time, the pistachio in the journey.
The memory of childhood, the enlightenment of life, the pure water of the soul. Bit memory, time is fixed.
Collected in the warehouse of memory, left in the projection room of life. Appreciate, aftertaste.
6. "Childhood" Two children sat cross-legged on the ground and played with the collected bottle caps. You turned him around and had a good time. I watched and remembered my childhood.
A group of naive children fiddled with the collected bottle caps, some took them home to make vases, some kept spinning, and their faces were full of satisfaction. Bang, the bottle cap is broken like a crystal ball.
The child muttered and left it in a corner, leaving angrily. I rushed to play with it ... 7. I remember our first love that year-we were only six years old! You looked at me quietly, fishing. We looked in the mirror and waited for the buoy together. We nodded and danced happily. I often use a bottle of magic potion to make you drunk and watch drunken shrimp surface and swim to the shore. You are always quiet. In many afternoons, you fell asleep sweetly in my happy pupil. I look at you, watching bees and butterflies fall in love with small wildflowers with the breeze in the sun. I miss you! I remember-countless sunrises and dusk, your blushing cheeks, and many, many distant calls-an old woman's kind voice is calling, and her children and grandchildren are thinking of you again tonight-but I am trembling in the boundless sea, and thin sails and huge waves are coming at me one after another, trying to climb up my spine-my stubborn steel. But I'm not afraid anymore! I am no longer completely afraid of their threats and blows. Although I am still in tears ... tears show all my courage and strength, and I! I found you in tears-my first love! Ah! Dear, the river of childhood! 8. "Childhood" In the warm sunshine, the cuckoo is crying and laughing, the poplar hand is shaking with the wind, and the childish song is wandering in the running water. In this way, the happy years flowed in the green birch forest, accompanied by insects, and the white dandelion exuded beautiful flower caps. The gathering partners run in the wind, and the intoxicating time jumps by the gurgling stream, accompanied by the frolicking of fish and the luster of water.
2. Poems about childhood were called Bai Panyu when I was young and didn't know the moon. Lipper
The children ran after Huang Die, flew into the cauliflower, but disappeared.
The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.
Teenagers don't know the taste of trouble, fall in love with the floor, and are worried about giving new words.
In ancient China, there were many poems describing children. Their language is refined and vivid, which shapes children's expressions. The author selected several poems from the common books such as 300 Tang Poems, 300 Tang Poems and Zijia Poems for readers.
A poet in the Tang Dynasty wrote in My Hometown Book: "When a teenager leaves home, an old friend returns, and the local accent remains unchanged. When children meet and don't know each other, they smile and ask where the guests are from. " There are only 28 words in the whole poem, but it depicts a beautiful picture for us. After living in a foreign country for a long time, the author returned to his hometown, but the children in his hometown didn't know him. They smiled and asked him where he was a guest. These children are naive, lively, polite and very cute.
Cui Daorong, also in the Tang Dynasty, wrote, "Whoever doesn't tie the boat outside the fence, the spring breeze blows into the fishing bay. I suspect that there are villagers and I am anxious to go to Chai Men. " The poem "Living in a stream is a thing" depicts the interesting things by the stream in a fishing village in spring. I don't know whose boat is outside the fence, but I forgot to tie the cable and was blown into the fishing bay by the long spring breeze. The child who was fishing by the water's edge, not knowing the truth, mistakenly thought that a guest was coming, so he quickly put down his fishing rod and ran to the door to announce that he would open the Chai Men to meet him, but closed the door in a hurry. The poet wrote a series of children's actions into his poems, which seemed simple and natural, but in fact vividly portrayed the hospitable nature of rural children.
Rural children are not only hospitable, but also hardworking. Fan Chengda, a poet in the Song Dynasty, wrote in an idyllic poem "Four Seasons of Pastoral Glory": "The children in the village mind their own business when they plow during the day and are numb at night. Children and grandchildren are not prepared to farm and weave, but also learn to grow melons in mulberry shade. " What is described here is the scene of intense labor in the countryside in summer. "Villagers" refer to adult farmers, and "children and grandchildren" are children. Although children in rural areas can't farm and weave yet, when they see adults weeding and rubbing twine, they also plant melons under mulberry branches like adults.
The children not only learned to grow melons, but also learned to fish. Hu Lingneng, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote in Child Fishing: "A boy with unkempt hair learned to hang a bow and sit beside blackberries and moss. Passers-by use the topic to play, waving far away, not afraid of fish. " You see, how naughty and cute this little guy who is unkempt and sitting on the side is. He doesn't bite the hook for fear that the fish will be frightened. Even passers-by don't give an answer and ask for directions. Although he is "learning to appreciate diaosi", he is quite serious! The poet's handwriting seems to be effortless, but in fact, the kung fu is deep and poetic.
Yang Wanli, a poet in the Song Dynasty, is also a master of writing innocent and lovely children. In his "Xugong Store in Suxin City", there is such a description: "The hedges are sparse all the way, and the flowers on the branches end in shadows. The children are scrambling to catch up with Huang Die, and cauliflower is nowhere to be found. " The poet first showed us a picture of late spring and early summer. Then, a child "running after Huang Die" jumped out of the photo. The chased Huang Die suddenly disappeared in the cauliflower. The poem ends here, but we can imagine how the galloping children stopped at once and looked around in the cauliflower field.
It can be seen that ancient poets are not only good at observing, but also good at recording dull scenes with pens, which gives them magical power. It is not only novel, but also creates various lovely children's images.
3. What are the poems about childhood? The cicada on the banyan tree by the pond in childhood is screaming. On the swing beside the playground in summer, only butterflies stop on it. The teacher's chalk is still creaking on the blackboard. Everything in the childhood welfare society is waiting for school, but there is not a dime in the pocket. Zhuge Shiro and the Magic Party, who grabbed the sword? Why haven't the boys from the next class arrived yet? I passed by my window, and the cartoon in my mouth was my first childhood. I didn't know I had only done a little homework until I went to bed, and I didn't know I hadn't read an inch of books until I finished the exam. Teacher Jin said that an inch of money can't buy an inch of time. No one knows why the sun always sets on the other side of the mountain. No one can tell me whether there are many immortals living in the mountains. In my days, I always look at the sky blankly, so I am curious, so I fantasize about such a lonely childhood. Dragonflies fly over green rice fields in the sun, and the watercolor crayon kaleidoscope can't draw one side. When can I have a face as mature and grown up as my seniors? I am looking forward to my holiday, my childhood, day after day, and my childhood, dreamy childhood. I once asked the clever star, I once asked the kind moon how long the dream road is. I once asked the affectionate earth, the warm sun, how long the dream road is. Childhood is a newborn green leaf, a budding bud, a blue sky and a beautiful dream. I once asked the clever star, and I once asked the kind moon. How long is the road to dreams? I once asked the affectionate earth and the warm sun. How long is the road to dreams? Childhood is a newborn green leaf, a budding bud, a blue sky and a beautiful dream. I once asked the clever stars and the kind moon. How long is the road to dreams? I once asked the affectionate earth, the warm sun, the clever stars and the kind moon. I once asked the affectionate earth, the warm sun, how long the dream road is. Childhood is a newborn green leaf, a budding bud, a blue sky and a beautiful dream. I once asked the clever star, and I once asked the kind moon. How long is the road to dreams? I once asked the affectionate earth and the warm sun. How long is the road to dreams? Childhood is a newborn green leaf, a budding bud, a blue sky and a beautiful dream. I once asked the clever stars and the kind moon. How long is the road to dreams? I have asked the passionate earth, and I have asked the warm sun. How long is the road to dreams? The night rain is light smoke, dreamy and blurred. People are also confused. The stars are shining in the sky, and the mountains and rivers are full of vitality and beautiful. Old things are presented in the outline of childhood. The years are ruthless, silently bidding farewell to the past, and the spring breeze is clean and flawless. Fate changes with self-confidence, just like innocent life, cheerful laughter, sky and sunset. Red is wandering around, looking for flowers floating in the wind. That's a saying, "Mom is always coquetry, accompanying my bed with vague psychedelic charm every night, floating and smiling." Birds and flowers are singing in the sky, and the sun is setting, and the outlines of childhood images are presented one by one. Fortunately, girls have no worries, no hatred, no resentment, innocence and happiness. I miss my mother silently. When can I return to my arms? When I was a child, I met you in your hometown before dawn. You and I are always soul mates. I'll see you again in your hometown before dawn. I will think of you every night and every morning here. When I was a child, I walked with you. When do you want me to pick flowers for you? When can I go with you in pairs? Every time I see wild flowers, I think of you. I fought with you when I was a child and wanted to climb the moon. You said you wanted me to hang my heart in the sky. When can I fight with you again and fly to the moon? Every time I see the stars, I think of you. A heart is carved on a flower tree. You say when two spoony people will always see when they can accompany you to the flower tree again to see if these two hearts will face * * * forever. You have known each other since childhood, and how much happiness you have spent together is just bosom friends. It's simple * * * You meet every day and stay together forever. When I spend happiness with you, it is not simple and pure. Love will always be in your heart, and I will help you side by side when I have troubles and difficulties. Up to now, I have not forgotten to bless you.
4. What are the poems about childhood? 1. The father in the field returned to the grassland, and the children in the village ate grass in the rain. Master Gao Dong, be the crops around the hut. -Jia Dao's "Stay in Zhengzhou")
The pond is full of grass and water, and the mountain is soaked by sunset. Cowherd's child sat on the cow's back and casually played the tune with piccolo. -Lei Zhen's "Country Night"
3. Children also love inscrutability, and there are a group of scissors kites. -Zhu Maoshu's Spring Tour of Qinhuai River
4. In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, 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. -Gao Ding's "Country House"
5. The horse treads on water, and the drunken sleeves reveal the wind. It's strange to see the child looking out and the magpie making a noise before I go to my home at the foot of the mountain. -Liu Yin's "Mountain Residence"
6. There are few pedestrians in Gu Xiang, the crescent moon is curved and thin, vines are all over the wall, and children pick lentils. anonymous
7. Like children fishing, walk around the pool and watch the fish swim. A person who loves fish has different hearts, so I will give you a hook. -Bai Juyi's Ornamental Fish
8. Who is like a shepherd boy, the cow sleeps in autumn, and listens deeply. Play a song, why worry about not knowing the north-south sound! -Zhao Lu's "Shepherd Boy"
9. The baby propped up the boat and stole Bai Lianhua back. He didn't know how to hide the trail. The duckweed on the water left a boat on the trail. -Bai Juyi is on the pool
10. When I first met someone, I was dumb, refused to go back to sleep, and fell in love with a car. It is reasonable to cry all night, because it costs too much to wear clothes. -Wei Zhuang's "With Daughter"
1 1. A little boy with thick hair learned to draw a bow and sat on a strawberry table to reflect on himself. Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by. -Hu Lingneng's "Fishing Children"
12. Farming during the day, weaving at night, and the children in the village are in charge. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees. -Fan Chengda's "Tian Jia"
13. The shepherd boy rides a cow and sings loudly. Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently. -Yuan Mei "See"
14. Companion children's trousers are pleated red, holding clues to curse God. Everyone praised you for coming early and owed me a kite. -Kong Renshang's Flying a Kite
15. Baitoulang rides Pulsatilla, and the family moves by boat. He just caught a bass, and his son and grandchildren are busy collecting firewood in the silver grass to make a fire and roast fish. -Zheng Gu's "Fisherman on Huai River"
5. Poems and sentences that miss childhood. What are the poems and sentences that miss childhood?
1. "On the Pool" Tang Bai Juyi
A child propped up the boat and secretly picked the white lotus back. He didn't know how to hide the trail. The duckweed on the water left a boat on the trail.
2. "Village Residence" is lofty and lofty
In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.
The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.
3. "See" Qing Yuan Mei "
Cowboys ride on the backs of oxen, and songs echo in the forest. Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently.
4. Children Fishing Tang
A child with unkempt hair and immature face is learning to fish by the river. He is sitting sideways in the grass, and his shadow is set off by weeds.
Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by.
5. "Shepherd Boy" Huang Song Ting Jian
Riding an ox is far beyond a thousand villages, and the flute wind is obliquely separated from the dragon.
How many Chang 'an fame and fortune guests, organ failure is not as good as jun.
6. "Ornamental Fish" Tang Bai Juyi
Like children fishing, walk around the pool and watch the fish swim.
A person who loves fish has different hearts, so I will give you a hook.
7. "Tian Jia" Fan Song Chengda
Farming during the day, weaving at night, and the children in the village are in charge.
Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
8. "Flower Shadow" Song Sushi
On the platform of Yao, I made several phone calls but couldn't get through.
In the evening when the sun went down, Hua Ying just retired, but the moon rose again and Hua Ying appeared again.
Modern poetry about "nostalgia for childhood";
If you really want to trace the source,
Childhood may disappear in an afternoon.
That summer was hot and dry.
I didn't notice how time slipped away.
That blowing green leaf
Paper flowers that will not wither in winter
That little bird that flies around forever
And that paper that can't be finished anyway.
They're all gone.
Leave simply, suddenly and without memory.
I don't understand. My pace is slow.
Or am I never willing to change?
I hope my pace is slow.
So that we can stop safely and watch them go further and further.
Until I found that I could no longer see the world through the eyes of a child.
Only then did I understand how natural it was to lose my childhood.