Opening speech of the June 1 ancient poetry recitation

Ancient poetry, Xugong store in the new city, sparse hedges.

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

The children chased Huang Die,

Flying into cauliflower is nowhere to be found.

A traveler's song

Meng Jiao

The midline of the loving mother's hand,

You get dressed.

Tight seam,

I'm afraid I will be late.

Who is careless,

Make three spring scenery.

The Fishing Child by Hu Lingneng, a poet in the Tang Dynasty

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.

Cui Daorong in Tang Dynasty. Living in a stream is the best.

Whoever doesn't tie the boat outside the fence, the spring breeze will blow into the fishing bay. The child suspected that there were villagers, but he was in a hurry to go to Chai Men but closed it.

Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Interest

Farming during the day, good performance at night, the children in the village mind their own business. Children and grandchildren did not solve the problem of farming and weaving, but also learned to grow melons in Yin Sang. Qing Ping Le Cun Ju [Song] Xin Qiji

Mao Yan is low and small, with green grass.

When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white.

The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages.

I like children to be busy. I lie on the stream and peel lotus flowers.

On 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 through the trail.

[Ming] 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. Forever childhood in poetry memory (children's day congratulatory poem, also a children's song)

When I was a child, my mother told me

When you grow up, you can go far away.

Go a long way in life.

Travel all over Qian Shan.

I was looking forward to it. ...

Looking forward to growing up soon.

When you grow up, you can be like an adult.

Go far away

Go a long way in life.

Travel all over Qian Shan.

Childhood childhood

Forever childhood in memory

Often appear in my dreams.

It's beautiful and warm.

It's pure

Happy, too.