The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again. Children Fishing Hu Lingneng Pond Pengtou Children learn to hold onto nylon tightly and sit beside raspberries and moss.
Passers-by waved at a distance for fear that the fish would be frightened. Xin Qiji's "Qingpingle Village Residence" has low eaves and green grass on the stream. When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white.
The eldest son is hoeing bean creek in the east, and the second son is knitting a chicken coop. He likes children scoundrels best, lying at the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers. I saw the Qing shepherd boy in Yuan Meili riding a yellow cow and singing loudly.
Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently. "On the Pool" [Tang] Bai Juyi's little baby punted and stole the white lotus back.
Duckweed couldn't understand the trace of hiding, so she opened the grass shop of Shepherd Boy [Tang] and walked six or seven miles across the field. The flute played three or four times in the evening breeze. Come back for dinner at dusk and lie in the moonlight without taking off the hemp fiber.
2. Poems describing happy childhood, living in Xugong store in the new city.
Yang Wanli song
Hedges are sparse and deep,
The flowers at the top of the tree are not shady.
The children chased Huang Die,
Flying into cauliflower is nowhere to be found.
Children Fishing Hu Lingneng Soup
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.
Passers-by waved at a distance, scaring the fish not to be surprised
Xin Qiji's Qingpingle Village Residence
The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white.
The eldest son is hoeing bean creek in the east, and the second son is knitting a chicken coop. He likes children scoundrels best, lying at the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.
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Yuan
The shepherd boy rode an ox,
This song shook Lin Yue.
Trying to catch cicadas,
Shut up suddenly.
On Pool [Tang] Bai Juyi
A child propped up the boat and secretly picked the white lotus back.
Can't understand the hidden traces, duckweed blooms together.
Shepherd boy
[Tang] Yan Lu
The grass shop is six or seven miles across the field.
The flute made the evening breeze ring three or four times.
Back to dinner and after dusk,
Lying in the moonlight without taking off the hemp fiber
3. What short poems are there about "Happy Childhood"?
1. Gaoding Country House
2. "Su Xinshi Xugong Store"-Yang Wanli
3. "Children make ice"-Yang Wanli
4. In the Sangcha Tunnel-Yang Wanli
5. Watching fish-Bai Juyi
1. Gaoding Country House
Original text:
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.
2. "Su Xinshi Xugong Store"-Yang Wanli
Original text:
The fence is sparse, a path leads to the distance, and the petals on the tree fall, but the shade has not yet formed.
The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again.
3. "Children make ice"-Yang Wanli
Original text:
Early in the morning, young children put the ice frozen all night on a plate and put it in their hands.
Tap the ice gently, the sound of wood passing through the forest. When the viewer is absorbed in the sound of wood, he suddenly hears another sound-the sound of ice falling to the ground, such as the sound of broken glass.
4. In the Sangcha Tunnel-Yang Wanli
Original text:
In Mystery, when it is windy and rainy, the grass is full of flowers and the water is full of streams.
A boy sleeps in the shade, and a cow eats in the shade.
5. Watching fish-Bai Juyi
Original text:
Like children fishing, walk around the pool and watch the fish swim.
A person who loves fish has different hearts, so I will give you a hook.
4. Poems about childhood ① Memorized childhood The fireflies in my memory always haunt my dreams. The rain that refused to leave my childhood washed away my innocent heart. No footsteps of sad years. The river runs like a river and never looks back. Like the wind, blowing up my lost youth ② Dream childhood. I once asked the clever star, and I once asked the kind moon.
How long is the road to dreams? I have asked the affectionate earth, and I have asked the warm sun. How long is the road to dreams.
Childhood is a newborn green leaf, a budding bud, a blue sky and a beautiful dream. (3) "Childhood" In the warm sunshine, the cuckoo is crying with a smile, the hand of the 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 exude beautiful flower caps, and friends run in the wind. The intoxicating time is like this. The troubles that cut through the sky, the joy of childhood, went away silently. 4 "Childhood is so good" We hold the raindrops of childhood together with our heart. Together, we use our hands to keep the wind of childhood. We hope our childhood life can last forever in the fields of spring. White clouds are our happy past. The richness of the lake fills us. The air is full of our dewy laughter. Do white clouds and blue sky envy us? Breeze and raindrops. We were deeply moved by the glory of this childhood. It's good to be a child. 5 "Childhood" Author: Hedong, listen, the voice coming from the ear. That's the children's cheerful laughter. They are chasing each other, shouting familiar nicknames from time to time. Oh, that's their companion's nickname. Their voices spread all over the streets, the Yellow River and the Yangtze River, and also to the universe. The intimate picture in front of me is the innocent smiling face of the children. Their skirts were soaked, and the sweat on their faces could not conceal their inner happiness. They run and fall from time to time, but they quickly get up and continue their game. The purest and happiest childhood in their eyes. Childhood on Frogs Author: Dense air of Juxiang Bookstore stifled the lift of swallows, and the wings of dragonflies cut the cruel rain curtain of Tianhe Su Causeway for three days and three nights. The boring and fragrant lotus wind evokes the long-lost frog's cry, and the moonlight in the lotus pond looks for childhood on the frog ... A group of naked rogues play with water fights to catch the frog ... The stars sing all night like a beautiful piano music to accompany me to sleep, with millions of China people.
Poetry can form its own style or be combined with other arts, such as poetic drama, hymns, lyrics or prose poems. Words with music are called songs. Poetry is a literary genre with emotion as the main body. It reflects social life in a lyrical way, is highly concise and concentrated, and expresses thoughts and feelings in the form of rich imagination, rhythmic language and line arrangement.
Poetry is a rhythmic, rhythmic and emotional language art form, and also the oldest and most basic literary form in the world.
5. A poem about children (childhood) Dream back to childhood (free poem) Author: In a misty Jianghan dream, I returned to my childhood. In the blue summer pond, my father lifted my swimming box with strong hands. Under the jujube tree in autumn, I greedily tasted the attractive dates picked up by my grandfather and enjoyed the sweet potato porridge cooked by my mother without any worries. In my dream, I went back to my childhood. Time and space have changed several times. Wild lily on the hillside. Flowers bloom, the river shakes the sun, leaving a string of scales and spots, winter snow turns into butterflies, and the frozen window flowers turn into charming patterns. In the distance, plumes of smoke were floating in the chimney of the wooden house in the forest. I can't go back to my childhood The adult world where youth is gone forever is full of noise, impetuous desires and temptations, which have polluted my soul. I am eager to go back to my childhood, to find the purity, clarity and tranquility that I should cherish in my heart, and to go back to my childhood with bright stars, white hands and flat peaches.
White light, shining faintly in the sky. No dreams tonight.
Childhood flows slowly between the eyebrows. The wind is natural.
The water level rises. The flowers are blooming.
Flowers fall. When I turned around, the eaves of my hometown were covered with moss.
A group of little guys grew up before they knew it. Dream back to childhood.
When I was a child, the distant mountains were generally silent, and only two yellow leaves were attached to my eyes, which was cool and refreshing. Blue sky and white clouds, birds flying in groups on the grass, we play carefree, some are happy smiles, some are blue sky and clear water, and some are Ding Dong Ding Dong's childhood days are gone forever. Cherish today's time and make childhood a happy memory. -the cuckoo in front of the childhood poem window. On this gentle rainy night, you remind me of my wonderful childhood. The man walked alone in the mountains. The fear of "cuckoo" and "cuckoo" is a fable in Grandma's Wrinkles. Copper coins with a long history wrapped in bright red chicken feathers jumped into the sky on simple and honest hammer shoes. Rusted copper rings creak in the hands of teenagers. "Cuckoo, Cuckoo" and Grandpa's naughty cocoon shell mouse's "Pumpkin" wheels are dancing with the wind, my favorite "Cuckoo, Cuckoo". Do you know that octagonal kites wander in the sea-like sky? It was a teenager's dream "cuckoo, cuckoo". Do you remember grandpa's magical hands, grandma hiding the wrinkles of the story, and "cuckoo, cuckoo"? Listen to me and my paper.
6. What are the happy childhood poems?
Somewhere Beyond the Mist / blue sky and white clouds
The goose took the goose away.
Frog is teaching children to swim.
The bear is looking for something delicious.
The little white rabbit runs happily.
The flowers are smiling.
A spring breeze and Mao Mao rain.
The new branches of the grass have changed into green clothes.
Birds compete in the forest.
Nature has come back to life.
Bees are flying in rape flowers.
How beautiful nature is.
The warm sunshine shines on the earth.
Willow trees on the shore caress rivers and streams.
Bursts of silvery songs
Melodious and melodious floating into the mountains
My childhood heart immediately boiled.
Feel the festive atmosphere.
June 1st, dear. June 1st.
We are the masters of the festival.
Play in the lovely world
We learn by longing.
We grew up together.
We meet and never part.
Fold colored paper into beautiful pigeons.
Stands for freedom and peace.
Exquisite remote control sailboat
Full of distant ideas
Weave ladders with dreams
Playing the piano in space
Wear your favorite clothes.
Salute the teacher neatly
Everyone is smart and capable.
Give the old man a warmth.
Are you ready for the wonderful program?
Preserve good memories of a lifetime.
You are the beautiful Snow White.
I am a handsome prince charming.
He is a lovely Garfield.
She is a clever Smurfs.
What do we know about advanced?
We can also work hard.
We are a big family.
Living in a fairy tale world
We are happy babies.
We are all BMW horses.
A happy life awaits us.
Our life is more interesting.
Childhood (poetry)
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.
We hold the raindrops of childhood together with our hearts,
Together, we use our hands to keep the wind of childhood.
We want our childhood to live in the fields in spring.
Can last forever.
White clouds are our happy past,
The richness of lakes is our true feeling.
What's stirring in the air,
This is our dewdrop laughter.
Envy us? White clouds and blue sky.
Jealous of us? Breeze and raindrops.
We were deeply moved by the glory of this childhood.
A wonderful childhood. A wonderful childhood.
I read your shadow in my dream.
Poems and songs of childhood reverberated in my heart.
Sunshine is a gentle, gentle and pure season.
A candy can make you happy for a long time.
Have you ever thought about it?
When I was a child, I looked at you and me in the blue sky outside the window.
You and I used to play in flowers and green leaves.
I can't see my childhood when I grow up.