Complete works of children's poetry

South of the Yangtze river

HanYueFu

Lotus can be picked in Jiangnan, so there is no lotus leaf.

Fish hits the lotus leaf, fish hits the lotus leaf,

Fish hit the south of the lotus leaf, fish hit the north of the lotus leaf.

Goose song

Luo

Goose, goose, goose, Quxiang Xiang Tiange,

White feathers, floating in green water; The red soles of the feet stir the clear water.

willow

He zhangzhi

Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.

I wonder who cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Stork tower

Wang Zhihuan

The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.

By going up one flight of stairs, look further.

Liangzhou song

William Wang

Wine luminous glass, want to drink pipa right away.

Don't laugh when you are drunk on the battlefield. How many people fought in ancient times?

Farewell Xin Jian at the Lotus Pavilion

Wang Changling

Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan!

Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!

Chileger

Folk songs in northern dynasties

Yinshan chilechuan,

The sky is like the sky, and the cage covers four fields.

The sky is gray and wild,

See cattle and sheep when the wind blows.

wind

Li Qiao

It can blow off the golden leaves in autumn and bloom beautiful flowers in spring.

Scraping the river surface can set off several huge waves in thousands of feet, and blowing bamboo can make tens of thousands of poles tilt.

Liangzhou song

Wang Zhihuan

The Yellow River is getting farther and farther away, because it flows in the middle of the Yellow River, and Yumenguan is located on a lonely mountain.

Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing!

Spring Morning

meng haoran

Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.

But now I remember that night, that storm, I wonder how many flowers were broken?