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 Couplet: "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.
2. Poetry about childhood "Children's Poetry"-Don Ludian has a natural mood and pink cheeks.
When a stranger sees you at first sight, his first language is more pity. His arms are as fat as a donkey, and his skin is softer than cotton.
When the head grows, it can cover the forehead, and the angle gradually decreases. There's nothing to worry about if you break up.
A row of official soldiers shouted in front of the painting hall. Sing the willows together, sing the lotus together.
Take the embankment with drizzle, and flush the lane with light smoke. Tender bamboo rides a horse, and Xinpu breaks the whip.
Young warblers are in the golden snail system, and cats have colored silk collars. Holding cranes to Qingdao drives geese into warm spring.
Huayang competes for snow, and elm leaves collect money. The tin mirror is hung on the chest, and the silver beads are hung on the ears.
The head is wrapped in a stork and the sleeves are covered with branches. Wine warms cinnabar, and tea urges Xiaoyu to fry.
Frequently invited to raise money, when begging for embroidery needles to wear. Cherish red beans and make up jewels.
The costume is covered with a mattress, and the hat is wearing boots and felt. Exhibition painting tends to be three saints, and the screen opens to laugh at seven sages.
The storage of green apricots is small, and the forehead is green and round. I was shocked, with tears all over my face and saliva all over my face.
Tired of reading books, hate drugs, cleverly postpone. Write it down and hide it.
You are welcome to beat the drums and pluck the strings of the game god. The curtain blows the hook, and the kite pushes the goose column.
Chess and road painting, flute is short of sound. The angry guest fell asleep at the beginning, and the monk was half-meditating.
Look for spiders and poor roofs, and explore birds all over the rafters. Throw the fruit and open your mouth, hide the hook.
In the evening, we get together and play on the swing. Fold bamboo into mud swallows, add silk and put paper kites.
Praise each other's water cymbals and teach each other how to spin. This flag is cut with red silk, and this book is cut with blue.
Spread the pigeon net far away and control the flying line low. Slang is always telling the truth, and folk songs are circulated everywhere.
The concealed window eyebrows are bent at the beginning, and the arm is connected. Fight for grass as the spring path, and fight for the ball out of the backcourt.
Liu sits beside herself, and the bottom of the flower wants to sleep. Wait for the front fence of the magpie and listen to the edge of the building.
Butterflies stick to branches and cicadas stick to trees. The flat island is boasting, and the cliff is proud of its edge.
Small footprints on tender moss, complete footprints on Zita Law's shoes. Competition refers to the cloud, and the bright moon is called the sky.
Did the ants find their way? Beehives were piled up around the steps. The firewood sings back to the deep mountain, and the ox sings down the distant river.
Make firewood for the house and hold a banquet with mud. It's dangerous to build a high platform stone and jump a steep tower brick.
Suddenly climbed the neighbor's tree and stole the boat in Houchi. Xiang Tuo is called Teacher's Day, and Ganluo is an auspicious year.
When you were in the Ming Dynasty, you could be virtuous and persuade me to reduce my madness. "Children are fishing"-Don Hu Lingneng's unkempt child learned to bow his head and sit by the raspberry moss.
Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by. "Su Xinshi Xugong Store"-Song Yang Wanli hedges are sparse all the way, and 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. "What I See"-The beautiful shepherd boy of Qingyuan rode a yellow ox, and his singing made Lin Yue sing.
Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently. "Village Residence"-Ding Cao Chang Ying flies in February, 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. "To Wild Children"-Don Wei Zhuang admires your ignorance and wildness, posing and laughing at people.
Riding an ox at dusk, I would like to ask Minister Zhongxing. Shepherd boy-Qi Tang Buniu rides for free, and the spring breeze is drizzling.
Among the green hills and grass, there is a flute and a hemp fiber. Sing at sunrise and clap your hands at the moon.
Who is like you? Nothing, nothing. "Watching the children in the village play by the stream" —— Song's "Rainy stream sweeps the embankment flat, watching the children in the village Xie Yixian"
Bamboo and horses gallop, kites are domineering and whistling in the wind. In the third winter, I temporarily learned from Confucian scholars and practiced from my parents.
Literacy is roughly equivalent to paying tribute, so you don't have to work hard for your officials. The Shepherd's Poem —— Jiyuan, Zhang Tang, herded cattle and surrounded the village with thick grain.
The hungry bird pecked the cow's back and prevented me from playing with my head. Into the vicious grass, many cows spread out and sang to the reeds when they were white.
Blowing leaves across the embankment should be accompanied by three or four whips. "Niu Niu eats grass and doesn't touch each other, and the lawsuit is broken!" Pastor Tang Li's ci involves herding cattle down the river in the Tang Dynasty.
Go to herd cattle at night and drive cattle in the village. Walking in the rain-covered Woods, folding and lying on the green grass, singing a little song.
The waist is full of short arrows of basil, and I am no longer afraid of tigers biting my calves. "Shepherd"-Tang Yinluan's shepherd knows no one, wearing straw sandals and a bamboo hat.
The sunshine in the morning is not outstanding, and the dew is half wet. In February and March, the grass in the plain turns green.
Riding cattle in March and March, grazing in front of the village and behind the village. The flute is just a stroke, and all the children sing and dance together.
Look at the pictures of children riding cows back to the mountain village during the day. Qiu Yidongyun is the protagonist of the picture. Let the sunshine make its appearance warm and cool, and float in the sky of the stream. The tree is the protagonist of this painting. Let the wind smear its rings. The eyes looking at the mud on the cliff are the main characters in the picture. Let fantasy show its rich and deep feet. A shallow mountain road is covered with the fragrance of autumn childhood. When have I ever looked up at the rut on my father's face with my cheeks and meditated on the gorgeous carriage of time? When am I still kneeling on my mother's knee, and the story in my ear flows like a mountain spring? The touch of the breeze is a hypnotic ditty. When am I still floating in the clouds in my sleep and lying in the green with my kite hand on my back? The ants on the greasy court climbed up my nose and stamped their feet complaining that I had collapsed its newly-married house. When do I expect the whole class to go hiking? You need pots and pans to make a fire. I'm looking forward to the tempting rice fragrance and raindrops coming unexpectedly, so I can only taste them with laughter.
3. Poems or famous sayings about childhood happiness or attachment. I think I will turn my little hand into a laurel tree in Sanqiu, smell the universe, and even Chang 'e will look back frequently. I want to turn my feet into running water and let the mother river sail forever. I want to turn my eyes into the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival and the children under the banyan tree. I want to turn my body into fertile land, so that the barren land in northwest China has the fragrance of wheat. Childhood is like a colorful dream, wake up. Unforgettable Childhood is like a colorful pearl, connected with endless joy and immature dreams. Childhood is like a bird singing loudly, flying high with infinite hope. Ah, childhood, childhood, you are like running water, rolling forward in a blink of an eye. Ah, childhood, you are like a horse, flying thousands of miles in a blink of an eye. Childhood songs, childhood smiles, childhood ideals and childhood joys are branded on the canopy of childhood. Childhood (Poetry) Cuckoo laughs in the warm sunshine, and Poplar's hands tremble with the wind. Childish songs wander in the running water, and the happy years are like this. The green birch forest is full of insects, the white dandelion exudes beautiful flowers, and the partners are running in the wind. The intoxicating time is like this. There are fish playing by the gurgling stream, and greasy grass swaying gently. Worried about the happiness of childhood, we walked away silently. We hold the raindrops of childhood together with our hearts, and we keep the wind of childhood together with our hands. We hope that our childhood life will last forever in the fields of spring. Pure white clouds are our happy past, the richness of the lake is all our true feelings, and the air is stirring. It's our dewdrop laughter. Do you envy our white clouds and blue sky? Do you envy our breeze and raindrops? We were deeply moved by the glory of this childhood. Childhood is really good. Childhood is really good. I read your shadow in my poetry dream in 2008. The sunshine is tender and innocent, and a candy can be happy for a long time. Have you ever thought about the years when you and I looked at the blue sky outside the window when we were children, and when we grew up, we used to play among the flowers and green leaves, which you and I couldn't see clearly? In the warm sunshine, the cuckoo is crying and laughing, the hand of poplar is shaking with the wind, and the childish song is wandering in the running water. In this way, happy years flow in the green birch forest, accompanied by the whispering of insects, white dandelions emitting beautiful flower caps, and gathering partners running in the wind, intoxicating time, jumping along the gurgling stream, accompanied by the frolicking of fish, oil-water plants swinging gentle lines, screaming across the sky, and the joy of childhood. Walk away silently, we hold the raindrops of childhood together with our hearts, and we keep the wind of childhood together with our hands. We hope that our childhood life will last forever in the fields of spring. Pure white clouds are our happy past, the richness of the lake is our true feelings, and the air is stirring. It's our dewdrop laughter. Do you envy our white clouds and blue sky? Do you envy our breeze and raindrops? We were deeply moved by the glory of this childhood. Childhood is really good. Childhood is really good. I read your shadow in my poetry dream in 2008. The sunshine is tender and innocent, and a candy can be happy for a long time. Have you ever thought about the years when you and I looked at the blue sky outside the window when we were children, and when we grew up, we used to play among the flowers and green leaves, which you and I couldn't see clearly? In the warm sunshine of childhood, the cuckoo is crying and laughing, the hand of poplar is shaking with the wind, and the childish song is wandering in the running water. In this way, happy years are flowing in the green birch forest, and insects are whispering. The white dandelion exudes beautiful flower caps, and the partners run in the wind. The intoxicating time is like this. There are fish frolicking by the gurgling stream, and greasy weeds are swinging soft and lovely lines, screaming loudly and piercing the sky. The happiness of childhood is like this.
4. Inscription of beautiful sentences describing childhood, the postscript of golden childhood is happy, and the memory of golden childhood is exciting.
Childhood is like a boat, full of sweets, toys, laughter and happiness. Childhood is like a colorful dream, which makes people nostalgic and yearning.
Interesting stories in my childhood often bring me good memories. Childhood is a dreamy and colorful name, and childhood life is unpredictable and colorful.
Some children are happy and cheerful, with their parents and elders. I smiled and said, "Writing is actually not difficult. I regard writing as the happiness in my life. Writing is like my life. I can't lose writing in this life. "
Childhood is a dream, dreaming of grandma's bridge; Childhood is a bridge, and then the road to the future; Childhood is the way to keep us away from childhood. Childhood is the wind, blowing clouds; Childhood is a cloud, turning into the rain of the new year; Childhood is rain, nourishing new flowers; Childhood is a flower, watch the sunset glow with me.
Childhood is the cornerstone, laying the foundation for the future of life; Childhood is happiness, which sings the music of life; Childhood is the coordinate, which records the starting point of life.
5. What poems about childhood are just classmates and teenagers, and they are full of flowers? -Mao Zedong's "Qinyuanchun Changsha"
I advise you not to cherish noble Yi, and I advise you to cherish youth. -Du Qiuniang's "Witch"
Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village. -Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day
When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from. -What's the couplet of two hometowns, the first part?
Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor. -Xin Qiji's Ugly Slave, Shuboshan Road in the Wall
Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees. -Fan Chengda's "Summer Village Miscellaneous Seven"
When I asked your students under a pine tree, "my teacher," he replied, "went to pick herbs." -Jia Dao's Absence Notes
The grass shop is six or seven miles away from the field, and the flute makes the night wind three or four times. -Yan Lu's "Shepherd Boy"
Cowboys ride on the backs of oxen, and songs echo in the forest. -Yuan Mei "See"
The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind. -Gao Ding's "Country House"
I know that children choose to promote weaving, and a lamp fell on the fence at night. -Ye Shaoweng's Night Book
Youth is not for teenagers. -Qin Guan's "Jiangchengzi Xicheng Liu Yang Strong Alcohol Meat"
On a fishing boat, there are two children. They put away their bamboo poles, stopped their oars and sat on the boat. -Yang Wanli's "Zhou Du An Ren"
It is difficult for young people to learn and grow old, and an inch of time is not light. -Zhu's Accidental Success
Young people should have ambition, who will pity you alone and sigh? -Li He's "The Wine"
6. Poems or phrases about childhood are called white jade plates when you are young and don't know the moon.
Li Bai's children ran after Huang Die and flew into cauliflower. 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. Children Fishing Hu Lingneng Pengtou Children learn to hold onto nylon tightly and sit on the grass beside the strawberry table to reflect on themselves.
Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by. I saw Yuan Mei, a shepherd boy, riding a ox and singing loudly.
Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently. In the village of Gaoding, the grass grows in February, and the willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke.
The children came back from school early, and they were busy flying kites in the east wind. The Melia azedarach flowers in early summer surged in the west of the town, and tourists crossing wild boats were crossing their own boats. On the beach, children are standing by the water, and tourists crossing wild boats are crossing by themselves. Yang Wanli, a poet in the Song Dynasty, is also a master of writing innocent and lovely children. In his book "Xugong Store in New Town", 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.
"Boat Crossing Anren" and "Qingpingle Village Residence" [Song] Xin Qiji's eaves are low and small, the green grass is drunk by the stream, Wu Yin is charming, and the white-haired people are worried. The older one is in Chudou Creek, and the middle one is weaving a chicken coop. I like children and scoundrels best, lying on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.