1. "On the 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 through the trail.
2. "Village Residence" is lofty and lofty
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.
3. "See" Qing 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.
4. Children 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.
5. "Shepherd Boy" Huang Song Ting Jian
Riding an ox is far beyond a thousand villages, and the flute wind is obliquely separated from the dragon.
How many Chang 'an fame and fortune guests, organ failure is not as good as jun.
6. "Ornamental Fish" Tang Bai Juyi
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.
7. "Tian Jia" Fan Song Chengda
Farming during the day, weaving at night, and the children in the village are in charge.
Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
8. "Flower Shadow" Song Sushi
On the platform of Yao, I made several phone calls but couldn't get through.
In the evening when the sun went down, Hua Ying just retired, but the moon rose again and Hua Ying appeared again.
Modern poetry about "nostalgia for childhood";
If you really want to trace the source,
Childhood may disappear in an afternoon.
That summer was hot and dry.
I didn't notice how time slipped away.
That blowing green leaf
Paper flowers that will not wither in winter
That little bird that flies around forever
And that paper that can't be finished anyway.
They're all gone.
Leave simply, suddenly and without memory.
I don't understand. My pace is slow.
Or am I never willing to change?
I hope my pace is slow.
So that we can stop safely and watch them go further and further.
Until I found that I could no longer see the world through the eyes of a child.
Only then did I understand how natural it was to lose my childhood.
Li Bai's long journey is an ancient poem that misses his childhood.
My hair barely covers my forehead. I am picking flowers and paying by my door.
When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles and throw your childhood.
We live together in an alley in Qiantang, both young and happy.
When I was fourteen, I became your wife, and I was too shy to laugh.
I bowed my head and went to the dark corner, unwilling to pay attention to your thousands of calls.
But at the age of fifteen, I raised my eyebrows and laughed, knowing that no dust can seal our love.
Even to death, I will wait for you in my post, and I will not lose heart in the silent watchtower.
When I was sixteen years old, you embarked on a long journey, crossing the Qingtang Canyon full of rocks and swirling water.
Then the fifth month, I couldn't help it anymore. I tried to listen to the monkeys in your distant sky.
I looked at the place where you walked, your footprints in front of our door, each hidden under the green moss.
Hiding under the moss is too deep to sweep away, and the first autumn wind adds leaves.
Yellow butterflies in August, hovering in the grass of our West Garden in pairs.
Because of all this, my heart is broken, and I am worried that my bright cheeks will fade.
Oh, finally, when you come back through three Pa areas, send me a message home in advance! .
I'll pick you up, and I won't mind the distance, all the way to Sha Changfeng.
I saw you, my love, riding a bamboo horse, trotting around in high school and throwing green plums. So this is the origin of childhood friends, very touching.
3. What are the poems about "Miss Childhood"? 1. I advise you not to cherish the golden coat, and I advise you to take your childhood with you. You can fold flowers straight, don't wait until there are no flowers. -"Witch"
2. I remember the first song sung by Jin Luan, the spring breeze makes the country rich and strong, and now it is thin and old. -Ouyang Xiu's "Linjiang Fairy"
Interpretation: I remember when I first entered the first place, I was proud of my spring breeze and thought I had a bright future. But now he is humble and old.
At that time, I enjoyed flowers, but now I don't even have half a flower. -Yan Shu's Magnolia
Interpretation: The people who accompanied me to enjoy the flowers in those years, now look carefully, and less than half of them are around.
In those days, I said I wanted to be happy and didn't want to rest until dawn. -Ling Huchu's "Four Zaqu Children's Tour"
Interpretation: The meaning and happiness of the past have long passed, and poets can only drink until dawn.
5. At the end of the year, when I think of the place I have passed, I still remember that the pole is half inclined and the forest is sparse. -Nalan Xingde's "Water Regulation Title, Title Xishan Autumn Cool Map"
Commentary: I still remember the sight of Wei Yun in the sparse forest at sunset. In the thatched cottage at the top of the cliff, an old monk was meditating.
6. Sitting alone and thinking about the past, you will never cry. -Chen Mi's "Miao Ji Temple"
Interpretation: I sit alone and miss the past, and my skirt is wet with sad tears.
7. Remembering the past is like knitting. I miss my old country and feel empty. -Sadulla's "Man Jiang Hong"
Interpretation: I miss the past and feel sad as a net. I miss my hometown and leave my past behind.
8. Tomb-Sweeping Day, rainy and sunny, is in its prime. -Xue's Qingming Festival
Interpretation: During the Qingming Festival, after the rain, I am still young.
9. I am young and have not stopped fighting in the southeast. -Xin Qiji's "Nanxiangzi" went to Jingkou Gu Beiting Huai.
Interpretation: When he was young, Sun Quan became the commander-in-chief of the three armed forces. He can occupy the southeast, persist in the war of resistance and never bow to the enemy.
10. Today is not as good as before, and it will not be today in the future. -Bai Juyi's "Looking for Spring in Dongcheng"
Interpretation: The present is not as good as the past, and the future must be worse than the present.
4. Say goodbye to childhood exhortation poems
Yan Zhenqing
Night light, five chickens,
It's time for men to read.
Black hair didn't know to study hard,
Bai Shoufang regrets studying late.
Read to my son on winter nights.
Lu you
The ancients learned nothing,
Young people never grow old.
What you get on paper is superficial,
Never knew it needed doing.
Make Way for Tomorrow
Mingwenjia
The day after tomorrow, how many tomorrows! Waiting for tomorrow, everything will be wasted. The whole world will be tired tomorrow, and they will go to Qiu Lai as veterans in spring. In the morning, the water flows east, and now it grows in the west. Will there be geometry in a hundred years? Please listen to my song tomorrow! ~
Bing Xin's two poems
Young man,
Cherish the description,
Time is turning pages,
Please write.
two
Childhood!
This is a fact in the dream,
This is a real dream,
Memories are tearful smiles.
5. I miss my childhood poem "North Peach Garden"
The years are getting colder,
My hometown is idle.
On a cold night,
This desire,
Go to the Woods,
Go to the farmland.
Take the corn stalk,
Hide and seek,
Playboy is very stubborn.
The north wind blows,
Snowflakes fall,
Happy and carefree.
At the foot of Langya Mountain,
Is my hometown,
My cradle.
Shili Golden Beach,
Shili Taoyuan.
With the wind and rain,
How many years?
The hardest thing to forget is,
During the summer vacation:
In the shade,
Catch cicadas.
Inside the pond:
Play with each other,
Pick lotus flowers.
By the sea:
In the face of rough waves,
Sail,
Swing fishing boat.
In the fishing song:
At night,
Forget it.
How much hope is there in the dream?
Looking at home,
Affectionate
My hometown has beautiful scenery,
The water in my hometown is sweet.
When is the triumph?
6. What are the poems about childhood? The cicada on the banyan tree by the pond in childhood is screaming. On the swing beside the playground in summer, only butterflies stop on it. The teacher's chalk is still chirping on the blackboard. Everything in the childhood welfare society is waiting for school, but there is not a dime in the pocket. Zhuge Shiro and the Magic Party, who grabbed the sword? Why haven't the boys from the next class arrived yet? I passed by my window, and the cartoon in my mouth was my first childhood. I didn't know I had only done a little homework until I went to bed, and I didn't know I hadn't read an inch of books until I finished the exam. Teacher Jin said that an inch of money can't buy an inch of time. No one knows why the sun always sets on the other side of the mountain. No one can tell me whether there are many immortals living in the mountains. In my days, I always look at the sky blankly, so I am curious, so I fantasize about such a lonely childhood. Dragonflies fly over green rice fields in the sun, and the watercolor crayon kaleidoscope can't draw one side. When can I have a face as mature and grown up as my seniors? I am looking forward to my holiday, my childhood, day after day, and my childhood, dreamy childhood. I once asked the clever star, I once asked the kind moon how long the dream road is. I once asked the affectionate earth, the warm sun, how long the dream road is. Childhood is a newborn green leaf, a budding bud, a blue sky and a beautiful dream. I once asked the clever star, and I once asked the kind moon. How long is the road to dreams? I once asked the affectionate earth and 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. I once asked the clever stars and the kind moon. How long is the road to dreams? I once asked the affectionate earth, the warm sun, the clever stars and the kind moon. I once asked the affectionate earth, the warm sun, how long the dream road is. Childhood is a newborn green leaf, a budding bud, a blue sky and a beautiful dream. I once asked the clever star, and I once asked the kind moon. How long is the road to dreams? I once asked the affectionate earth and 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. I once asked the clever stars and the kind moon. How long is the road to dreams? I have asked the passionate earth, and I have asked the warm sun. How long is the road to dreams? The night rain is light smoke, dreamy and blurred. People are also confused. The stars are shining in the sky, and the mountains and rivers are full of vitality and beautiful. Old things are presented in the outline of childhood. The years bid farewell to the past mercilessly and silently, the spring breeze is clean and flawless, and the fate has become more confident. Just like the innocent life in the past, the sky is cheerful and laughing, birds fly and the sun shines red. Looking for flowers floating in the wind, I called my mother a coquetry, and I stayed with my bed every night, vaguely psychedelic and laughing. Birds and flowers are singing in the sky, and the sun is setting, and the outline of my childhood image is presented one by one. Fortunately, girls have no worries, no hatred, no resentment, innocence and happiness. I miss my mother silently. When can I return to my arms? When will I see you in your hometown before dawn? When will you and I be together with your hometown forever? I miss you every night before dawn. When I was a child, I went to the building in pairs with you. When can I go to the building with you again? Every time I see wild flowers, I miss you. I fought with you when I was a child and wanted to climb the moon. You said you wanted me to hang my heart in the sky. When can I fight with you again? I miss you every time I see stars. When I was young, I would carve my heart into a flower tree. You said that. After two infatuations, I will always see when I can walk to the flower tree with you again and see if these two hearts are always opposed. * * * You met in childhood, and how many happy hours I spent with you were just bosom friends. Simple * * * You meet you every day, and I have never changed when I spend happy time with you. * * * Every day is not simple and innocent. Love is always in my heart. If there are troubles and difficulties, help each other shoulder to shoulder. I have never forgotten my childhood past.