Ancient poems describing children's happy games

Yang Wanli of Su Xinshi Xugong Branch

The fence is sparse, a path leads to the distance, and the petals on the tree fall, but the shade has not yet formed. The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again.

See 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.

Gaoding village house

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.

Back home, I wrote Tanghe Zhangzhi.

Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed. Where do children come from when they meet strangers?

Living in the stream is Cui Daorong.

Whoever doesn't tie the boat outside the fence, the spring breeze will blow into the fishing bay. The child suspected villagers, but was anxious to go to Chai Men.

Four Seasons Tianyuan Za Fan Chengda

Farming during the day, good performance at night, the children in the village mind their own business. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.

Children fishing in Hu Lingneng

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. Passers-by waved at a distance, scaring the fish not to be surprised

Gubai

When I was young, I didn't know the bright moon in the sky, so I called it Bai Yupan. I suspect it is Yao's platform, flying in the sky.

Children fishing

A unkempt little boy learned to bow,

Sit by the raspberry moss.

Passers-by ask and wave,

Frightened fish should not be surprised.