Poems about childhood 1. Poems about childhood
Children's fishing [Tang]
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.
The village house is high [clear]
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.
Su Xinshi Xugong Store [Song] Yang Wanli
The hedge is thin and deep, and the flowers at the head of the tree 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.
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 on 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.
"Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous" [Song] Fan Chengda
During the day, weeding in the fields and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, the men and women in the village took on all the housework. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
2. Ancient poems about childhood
★ Ancient poems about childhood:
Children's fishing [Tang]
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.
A trip to Gulangyu [Tang] Li Bai
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.
The village house is high [clear]
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.
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.
My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying in the grass, peeling the lotus just picked.
Su Xinshi Xugong Store [Song] Yang Wanli
The hedge is thin and deep, and the flowers at the head of the tree 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.
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 on 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.
"Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous" [Song] Fan Chengda
During the day, weeding in the fields and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, the men and women in the village took on all the housework.
Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
Shepherd Boy [Don] Lv Yan
The grass shop is six or seven miles away from the field, and the flute makes the night wind three or four times.
Come back from a full meal at dusk and lie in the moonlight without taking off your hemp fiber.
3. Poems about childhood
When I was a child, I didn't know the moon, so I called it a white jade plate. 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.
4. sentences about 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 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 a pen that paints a beautiful picture. Childhood is a painting, full of gorgeous flowers; Childhood is a bouquet of flowers, emitting a refreshing fragrance. Childhood is like a cup of strong coffee, warm to your heart, childhood is like a cup of light tea, which makes you memorable; Childhood is like a rainbow of storms; Colorful and dazzling; Childhood is like the afterglow of the sunset, so unforgettable; It's also like a winding path that makes you grow up. The wind can't blow away this warm memory. Rain is falling all can't hide this moving melody, only the lovely sunshine shines and is preserved. Childhood is a colorful river, a colorful road, a kind bridge and a wonderful book. When I recall my childhood, I feel very happy, but I have a little nostalgia and yearning. At that time, summer was our happiest time! Little friends go out to play in groups: catch shrimp in the river for a while; Go to the temple to watch opera later; Catch grasshoppers in the grass for a while ... 1. 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. 2. 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 a pen that paints a beautiful picture. Childhood is a painting, full of gorgeous flowers; Childhood is a bouquet of flowers, emitting a refreshing fragrance. 4. Childhood is a pure white lily, beautiful, exquisite and elegant; Childhood is a white cloud, bearing hope and joy; Childhood is a flower in bud. Although it doesn't bloom, it begins to grow. Looking back on my childhood silently, I smiled. Childhood is like sweet cotton candy, and the taste of My Sweetie is refreshing.