1. Ancient poems about rural children
"Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons" by Fan Chengda, Song Dynasty
Farming in the daytime and planting hemp at night, the children of the village are responsible for their own affairs.
The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree.
"Village Residence" Qing Gao Ding
In the February day, the grass grows and the orioles fly, and the willows brush the dike and are drunk by the spring smoke.
Children come back early from school and are busy flying kites in the east wind.
Xugongdian, Suxin City
Yang Wanli in the Song Dynasty
The fence is sparse and one foot deep, and the flowers on the tree heads have not yet formed shade.
Children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly, flying into the cauliflower and nowhere to be found.
What I saw
Yuan Mei in the Qing Dynasty
A shepherd boy riding an ox, his singing shook the forest.
I wanted to catch the chirping cicada, but suddenly I stood silent. 2. Write poems about the countryside
Fan Chengda’s Pastoral Miscellany of the Four Seasons> (Part 1): The plums are golden and the apricots are fat, the cauliflowers are snow-white and the wheat flowers are sparse. The days are long and no one passes by the fence. There are dragonflies and butterflies flying. Wengjuan's countryside in April>: The mountains are green and the plains are full of white rivers, and the rain is like smoke amid the sound of the music. There are few idle people in the countryside in April, sericulture is being planted and fields are being planted. Yang Wanli's Xugong Store in Suxin City>: Fence The path is sparse and deep, and the flowers on the trees have not yet formed shade. Children rush to chase yellow butterflies, which fly into the cauliflower and are nowhere to be found. Pastoral Music No. 6 by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty. The peach red contains the lingering rain, and the willow green is even more tinged with morning smoke.
The flowers have fallen, the children have not swept away the house, the orioles are singing, and the mountain guests are still sleeping. Pastoral miscellany at four o'clock Fan Chengda in the Song Dynasty The plums are golden and the apricots are fat, the wheat flowers are snowy and the white cauliflowers are sparse.
No one passes the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly. At four o'clock, there is a lot of pastoral excitement. Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty. There are few people passing by in the forest. The smoke from the front mountain reaches Chai Fei.
The little boy made a boat like a leaf and returned home alone. Pastoral Excitement in Four Seasons Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty The mud mirror surface of the newly built field is flat, and every family is plowing rice while the frost is clear.
There was light thunder in the laughter and singing, and the flails rang all night until dawn. At four o'clock, the countryside is busy. Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty goes out to work in the fields during the day and produces hemp at night. The children in the village are responsible for their own affairs.
The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree. 3. Children's poems or pastoral poems about the countryside
I salute you, your remote and desolate corner,
where tranquility, labor and inspiration live,
Here, indulged in the embrace of happiness without emotion,
My years flow away quietly like water.
I belong to you: I abandon the labyrinth of voluptuous women,
I abandon luxurious banquets and false pleasures,
I fall in love with the forest The quiet whispers in the world and the tranquility of the wild,
The companion of freedom and contemplation.
I belong to you - I love this quiet garden,
The blooming flowers and the coolness in the garden,
I love this piece of land decorated with fragrance There are heaps of grass,
Clear streams gurgling in the bushes.
Color pictures come alive everywhere before my eyes:
In the color pictures, I see two mirror-blue lakes,
One leaf The fisherman's sails reflected the flickering light of the lake.
On the other side of the lake were rolling hills and meandering farmland.
There were sparse houses and farmyards in the distance.
On the moist lake shore are groups of cattle and sheep foraging.
The drying room is emitting light smoke, and the mill windmill is spinning;
There are scenes everywhere Scenes of abundance and labor...
I belong here, free from the fetters of worldly glitz,
I am learning how to find down-to-earth happiness,
I Obeying the laws of nature with a free mind,
I no longer listen to the endless complaints of the ignorant people,
I learn to sympathize with the forbearing prayers,
Instead of envying those villains and fools,
Let them enjoy their unjust reputation.
Prophets of all ages, please give me some guidance!
In this solemn and secluded life,
I listen to your pleasant voices more truly.
It dispels the melancholy dreams of laziness,
It ignites the desire for work in my heart,
Your meditations that can inspire creation, /p>
It is growing deep in my soul.
However, an ominous thought filled me with sorrow:
In these prosperous fields and mountains,
A friend of mankind is watching sadly,
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The sight is filled with scenes of heart-wrenching stupidity.
Ignore the tears, ignore the groans,
The bane of these doomed people,
These ruthless and barbaric gentlemen,
They only know how to wield their violent whip vines,
to seize farmers' labor, property and time.
The weak slave bows to someone else's plow,
drags the furrows with difficulty,
succumbs to the skin of the ruthless master whip.
Everyone here has been dragging heavy shackles all their lives,
They dare not have a trace of hope and desire in their hearts,
Here young girls are as beautiful as flowers,
But only for the ruthless villain to destroy at will.
In the hearts of the aging fathers, the descendants
are the dependence of life and the companions of labor.
But they have multiplied for generations in the huts of their ancestors.
But they are just suffering slaves for generations to come.
Oh, I wish my voice could move people's heartstrings!
Why do I burn with vain enthusiasm,
But fate has not endowed me with the gift of eloquence?
Ah, friends! Am I lucky enough to be able to see
the Tsar’s grace to free the people from the shackles of slavery?
Finally one day high in the sky of our motherland
That enlightenment The brilliant dawn of freedom bursting forth? 4. Poems about children in the countryside
Yang Wanli
A child makes ice
A child takes off the ice from the golden basin at dawn, and threads the colored silk through it to serve as a silver jade.
The sound of a jade chime clanging through the forest suddenly made the sound of shattering glass.
Yang Wanli
Xu Gongdian, Suxin City
The plums are sour and splash on the teeth, and the bananas are green and covered with window screens.
As the day goes by, I wake up without thoughts and watch the children catching willow flowers.
Yuan Mei
What I saw
A shepherd boy riding an ox, his singing shook the forest.
I wanted to catch the chirping cicada, but suddenly I stood silent.
Bai Juyi
Chishang
The little boy held a small boat and secretly collected white lotus.
Unexplained hidden traces, duckweeds bloom together
Gaoding
Village dwelling
The grass grows and the orioles fly in the February sky. The willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke.
Children came back early from school and were busy flying kites in the east wind.
"Mulberry Tea Tunnel Road" Part 7) and "Anlefang Shepherd Boy":
Sunny Windy Day When the rain dries up, the banks are filled with grass and flowers and the streams are filled with water.
The boy was sleeping in the willow shade, and a cow ate west of the willow shade.
Shepherd boy Lu Yan
The grass spread across the field for six or seven miles, and the flute played three or four times in the evening breeze.
After returning home and having a good meal at dusk, I lie down under the moonlight without taking off my coir raincoat.
Boating through Anren
Song Yang Wanli
Two children on a fishing boat gathered their poles and sat in the boat.
It is strange that the umbrella is always open even when it is not raining, either to cover the head or to use the wind.
Qingpingle (yuè)·Village
The eaves are low and the grass is green on the stream. When drunk, Wu Yin is very charming, but who is the old lady with gray hair? The eldest son is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, while the middle son is weaving a chicken coop. What I like most is when my child dies, lying down at the head of the stream and peeling lotus pods.
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(Tang Dynasty) Bai Juyi
The little boy held a small boat and secretly picked white lotus.
Unable to decipher the hidden traces, the duckweeds spread out together.
Wind Kite Poetry (Part 1) Xu Wei
Rubbing wicker thread and cotton together, enough for a thousand Looking for paper kites.
How much power can be eliminated by the spring breeze, taking the children to the sky.
What I saw
Yuan Mei, Qing Dynasty
A shepherd boy rides an ox, and his singing shakes the forest.
I want to catch the chirping cicada, but suddenly I stand with my mouth shut.
"Xugongdian, Suxin City" by Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty
The fence is sparse and one foot deep, and the flowers on the tree heads have not yet formed shade.
Children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly, flying into the cauliflower and nowhere to be found.
"Children's Fishing" by Hu Linngneng of the Tang Dynasty
A child with a shaggy head is learning to fish, sitting sideways on the strawberry grass.
Passers-by asked me to wave, fearing that I would be frightened and ignored.
"Shepherd Boy" Huang Tingjian of the Song Dynasty
Riding a bull far past the front village, the wind of the flute can be heard diagonally across the Long River.
There are so many famous and wealthy people in Chang'an who are not as good as you if they run out of agencies.
"Flower Shadow" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
On the Yaotai one after another, I called the boy several times but couldn't leave.
The sun has just taken away the world, but the bright moon has taught me to see the future.
Falling asleep in early summer
The plum blossoms are sour and splash on the teeth, and the banana leaves are green and covered with window screens.
After a long sleep, I wake up without thoughts and watch the children catching willow flowers.
"Tian Family" Song Dynasty Fan Chengda
Working in the fields during the day and weaving hemp at night, the children of the village are responsible for their own affairs.
The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree.
Village Gaoding
The grass grows and the orioles fly in the February sky,
The willows brush the dike and are drunk by the spring smoke.
Children come back early from school,
taking advantage of the east wind to fly kites.
Returning to Hometown by He Zhizhang of the Tang Dynasty
The young man left home and his eldest brother returned home.
The local pronunciation has not changed and the hair on his temples has faded.
Children do not recognize each other,
Asking guests where they come from?
Gu Lang Yue Xing Li Bai
When I was young, I didn’t know the moon.
I called it a white jade plate.
I also doubt the Yao Tai Mirror,
Flying in the blue clouds. 5. What are the poems that describe the image of rural children?
"Village Living"
Qing Gaoding
The grass grows and the orioles fly in the February sky,
< p> The willows on the bank are drunk with the spring smoke.Children come back early from school,
Busy taking advantage of the east wind to fly kites.
Translation
In the second month of the lunar calendar, the grass around the village gradually sprouts and grows, and orioles fly here and there. Willows are covered with long green branches, swaying in the wind, as if gently caressing the embankment. The water vapor and smoke evaporate between the water and vegetation. The willows seemed to be intoxicated by this rich scenery. After school, the children in the village went home very early without any delay. They hurriedly took advantage of the strong east wind to fly the kites into the blue sky. < /p>
Children's fishing
A child with unkempt hair learns fishing,
Sitting sideways on the strawberry grass.
Passers-by ask questions and wave from a distance, < /p>
Afraid of frightening fish and not responding to people.
Village
The grass grows and the orioles fly in the February sky,
The willows on the bank are drunk with spring. Smoke.
Children come back early from school,
Busy taking advantage of the east wind to fly kites.
Walking on the ancient moon
When I was young, I didn’t know the moon. , called a white jade plate.
I also doubt that the Yao mirror is flying in the blue clouds.
The immortal hangs his legs, and the osmanthus tree is reunited.
White Rabbit After the medicine is ready, who should I have dinner with?
Xugongdian, Suxin City
The fence is sparse and one foot deep,
The flowers on the branches have fallen into the shade.
Children Running fast to chase the yellow butterfly,
flew into the cauliflower and was nowhere to be found.
What I saw
A shepherd boy riding an ox,
singing in the forest. Yue.
Wanting to catch the chirping cicada,
suddenly shut up and stand.
Village home
The grass grows and the orioles fly in the February sky, < /p>
The willows on the bank are drunk with spring smoke.
Children come back early from school,
Busy taking advantage of the east wind to fly kites.
Children fishing
p>A child with unkempt hair learns fishing,
Sitting sideways on the berry moss.
Passers-by ask questions and wave from afar,
Afraid of frightening the fish. Don't respond to people.
With my little daughter
The first time I saw someone, I couldn't speak.
I refused to go back to sleep and fell in love with the car.
One night The origin of the delicate cry,
Because the clothes are too short of gold. 6. Poems describing rural children
What I saw
A shepherd boy riding an ox,
The sound of singing shakes Linyue.
Wanting to catch the chirping cicada,
suddenly shut up and stood.
Children's fishing
A child with a shaggy head learns fishing,
Sitting sideways with the berry moss reflected on his body.
Passers-by asked me to wave,
I was afraid that I would be too frightened to respond.
Qingming Festival
It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival.
Pedestrians on the road want to die.
May I ask where the restaurant is?
The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.
Xugongdian, Suxin City
The fence is sparse and one foot deep,
The flowers on the treetops have not yet formed shade.
Children hurriedly chased yellow butterflies,
flew into cauliflower and were nowhere to be found