Our childhood
Our childhood
Like a breeze
Sasha vujacic galloped forward.
How can I not blow back?
Our childhood
Easily
Flap your wings and fly forward.
How can I not fly backwards?
Our childhood
Like a boat.
Go ahead with a clang.
There is no backflow.
Our childhood
Like a kite.
Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
How can you not float back?
2. What is childhood
Childhood is an endless ocean,
What happened to him is like waves in the sea, and the happy melody fluctuates like waves;
Childhood is a ship,
It is full of all the stories and sails freely in the Wang Yang;
Childhood is a beautiful garden,
Everything he experienced was like a blooming flower in the garden, colorful;
Childhood is a photo album
It recorded every wonderful moment and left beautiful memories;
Childhood is a book,
Everything he experienced was recorded and merged into a touching story;
Childhood is a kite.
It flies in the blue sky with childhood dreams;
Childhood is a pencil.
What it has experienced, even if you use an eraser, will still leave a mark.
2. Poems describing childhood children going fishing in Hu Lingneng.
A unkempt little boy learned to hang a ribbon and sat on the strawberry table next to him 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.
Yuan Mei seems to have seen it.
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.
Zhenxi early summer
Melia azedarach wind and waves,
Kick down the bridge.
Children on the beach stand by and watch the water,
The play feeds duckweed leaves to new geese.
Zhenxi early summer
Melia azedarach wind and waves,
Kick down the bridge.
Children on the beach stand by and watch the water,
The play feeds duckweed leaves to new geese.
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. "
On a fishing boat, there are two children. They put away their bamboo poles, stopped their oars and sat on the boat. No wonder it didn't rain. They opened the umbrella. They didn't want to protect the rain, but wanted to use the umbrella as a sail to let the boat go forward. Rowing peacefully
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 and scoundrels best, lying on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.
Write a poem about my childhood, my dream cabin.
The blue sky is wrapped in white clouds.
Red flowers set off green grass
My house is very elegant
In this warm environment.
Not necessarily a villa.
Because it will scare away the partners in the forest.
Not necessarily a beautiful tile house.
Standing on the lawn
My dream cabin
In a big tree
There is a bird's nest in the house, and there are many birds in it.
I also have a small bedroom.
This cabin
It is a habitat shared by humans and animals.
I stood at the door.
Welcome friends to come.
Not necessarily comparable to Zhuge Lu.
Not necessarily Ziyunge.
My dream house
4. Write a poem about childhood.
Childhood is a fresh song.
I use my tender hands
Divide the days into strings of notes
Jump between your fingers
Childhood is a pure blue painting.
I use clear eyes
Draw the years into a pure blue river
Flowing in my heart
Childhood was picked up in a paddy field.
That string of rice ears
In the long river of time
Shine golden light
When time becomes the color of sadness
Smudge the time and space I have traveled.
When life uses tough hands
Let my heart be full of hardships
Childhood is in my silent heart.
Sing softly, come on.
In the long river of time,
Pearls are deposited into particles.
I am in the silent night
Wear it carefully in a string.
A glittering necklace
Illuminate my whole body and mind.
2.
In the warm sunshine
The cuckoo is laughing.
Yang Qian's hand trembled in the wind.
Childish songs
Wandering in the running water
Happy years just flow by.
In the green birch forest
With the whisper of insects
White dandelions give off beautiful flower caps.
A happy companion
Running in the wind
The intoxicating time jumps like this.
By the gurgling stream.
Accompanied by the frolicking of fish
Oily aquatic plants sway with soft and lovely lines.
give a loud scream
The trouble of cutting through the sky
The happiness of childhood has gone away silently.
5. Poems about childhood, young and ignorant of the moon, are called Bai Yupan. 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.
6. Create a poem about childhood.
I remember just going out.
A novel world came into view.
What a beautiful sound that is.
What a lovely butterfly that is.
I remember when I first entered kindergarten.
I can't leave toys all over the floor.
How new is that doll?
What a creative handicraft that is.
I remember just putting on my schoolbag.
A kind teacher
A classmate worthy of heart-to-heart communication
They all welcomed me like that.
Ah!
Childhood!
Why do you pass so fast?
Ah!
Childhood!
Why did you leave me like this?
Ah!
Childhood!
You are very happy.
retrospective
A bosom friend who has brought me countless knowledge and fun!