Poems about children

1. Poems about children

1. "Xugongdian, Suxin City" Song Yang Wanli The fence is sparse and 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. 2. "Qingpingle·Village Residence" Song Xin Qiji The eaves are low and the grass is green on the stream.

Wu Yin is very charming when she is drunk, but who is the old lady with gray hair? The eldest child is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, while the middle child is weaving chicken coops. The younger child is most fond of rogues, lying at the head of the stream peeling lotus pods.

3. "On the Pond" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. A little boy held a boat and secretly picked white lotus flowers. Without clearing up the hidden traces, the duckweeds bloom together.

4. "Village Residence" Qing Gao Ding The grass is long and the orioles are flying in February, and the willows are brushing the embankment and are drunk with the spring smoke. The children came back early from school and were busy taking advantage of the east wind to fly kites.

5. "What I See" by Yuan Mei, Qing Dynasty A shepherd boy rides an ox, and his singing shakes the forest. He wanted to catch the chirping cicada, but suddenly he stood up with his mouth shut.

6. "Children's Fishing" by Hu Linneng of the Tang Dynasty. A child with unkempt hair is learning to fish, sitting sideways in the shadow of strawberry grass. Passers-by asked and waved, fearing that they would be frightened and ignored.

7. "Shepherd Boy" by 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.

8. "Watching the Fish" by Tang Bai Juyi. He was walking around the pond watching the fish swim while the children were fishing. Different people love fish in different ways. I will feed them and hook them.

9. "Tian Family" Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty went out to work in the fields during the day and weave hemp at night, and the children in the village were responsible for their own families. The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree.

10. "Flower Shadow" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty. One after another on the Yaotai, I called the boy several times but couldn't leave. It was just taken away by the sun, but it was taught by the bright moon to see the future. 2. Poems describing children

1. "Shepherd Boy" In the Tang Dynasty, Lvyan grass lay 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. 2. "The Boat Passes Anren" Song Yang Wanli has two children on a fishing boat, collecting their poles and sitting 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. 3. "Qingpingle? Village Residence" Song Xinqiji's thatched eaves are low and the grass is green on the stream.

Wu Yin is very charming when she is drunk, 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.

My favorite child is rogue, lying at the head of the stream peeling lotus pods. 4. "Children Making Ice" In the Song Dynasty, Wanli's child took off the ice from the golden basin and picked out the silk to use it as a silver carving.

The sound of a jade chime sounded through the forest, and suddenly there was a sound of glass shattering. 5. "Xugongdian, Suxin City" In the Song Dynasty, the fences are sparse and deep, and the flowers on the treetops have not yet formed shade.

Children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly, flying into the cauliflower and nowhere to be found. 6. "Children's Fishing" Tang Hu Lingneng's disheveled child learns fishing, sitting sideways with berries and moss reflected on his body.

Passers-by asked me to wave, fearing that I would be frightened and ignored. 7. "Occasionally Returning to Hometown" Tang He Zhizhang was a young boy who left home and returned home, his local pronunciation unchanged and his hair on his temples intact.

Children don’t recognize each other when they see each other. They laugh and ask where the guest is from. 8. "On the Pond" Tang Bai Juyi's little boy held a small boat and secretly picked white lotus.

If you don’t hide the traces, the duckweeds will bloom together. 9. "Watching the Fish" Tang Bai Juyi was walking around the pond watching the fish swim, while the children were fishing.

There are different kinds of fish lovers. I am here to feed you and hook you. 10. "With the Little Girl" Tang Weizhuang was speechless and mute when he saw someone for the first time, and refused to go back to sleep and fell in love with the car.

The reason why I cried coquettishly all night was because I thought my clothes were missing a strand of gold. 11. "River Dwelling": No one is tying a boat outside the fence of Cui Daorong in Tang Dynasty. The spring breeze blows into the fishing bay.

The child suspected that there were villagers, so he hurried to Chaimen and closed it. 12. "Flower Shadow" Su Shi of the Song Dynasty went to the Yaotai one after another, calling the children several times to come home.

The sun has just taken away the world, but the bright moon has taught me to see the future. 13. "Tian Family" In the Song Dynasty, Fancheng went out to work in the fields during the day and weaved hemp at night. The children in the village were 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. 14. "Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons" Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty went out to plow the fields in the day and worked on hemp at night, and the children in the village were 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. 15. "In the Mulberry Tea Tunnel" In the Song Dynasty, Yang Wanli was clear and sunny, and when the wind, sun, and rain dried up, the grass was full of flowers, the embankment was full of water, and the stream was full of water.

The boy Liu Yinmian was sleeping, and a cow ate Liu Yinxi. 16. "Living at leisure in early summer and getting up from a nap" Song Yang's thousands of plums leave sore teeth, and the bananas are divided into green and window screens.

After a long sleep, I wake up without thoughts and watch the children catching willow flowers. 17. "Village Residence" The high cauldron of the Qing Dynasty has long grass and orioles are flying in the February sky, and the willows are brushing against the embankment and drunk with the spring smoke.

Children come back early from school and are busy flying kites in the east wind. 18. "What I Saw" Yuan Mei of the Qing Dynasty saw a shepherd boy riding an ox, and his singing shook the forest.

I wanted to catch the chirping cicada, but suddenly I stood silent. 19. "Shepherd Boy" Huang Tingjian of the Song Dynasty rode an ox far away from Qian Village, and the wind of flute could be heard 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. 3. Poems about children

The tender green buds say to the young people: "Develop yourself!" The pale flowers say to the young people: "Contribute yourself!" The dark red ones say to the young people: "Develop yourself!" Guo'er, said to the young man: "Sacrifice yourself!" "Little Brother and Kitten" Ke Yan My family has a little brother, / smart and naughty, / climbing high and low every day, / with his head and face covered with mud.

/Mom asked him to wash his face, / pretended not to hear him and ran away; / dad took a mirror to look at him, / he closed his eyes and giggled. /The elder sister brought a little cat,/patted her paws and licked her fur,/squinted her eyes and said, "Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful,/who plays with me, who hugs me?"/my brother stretched out his little black hand,/the kitten He jumped back quickly, / raised his beard and shook his head, / "Not good, not good! It's too dirty, I don't want it!" / My sister laughed when she heard it, / My parents frowned, / My little brother was really embarrassed after hearing this: / "Mom ! Mom! Give me a bath quickly! ""The Moon" by Liu Raomin The moon is round and round in the sky, / it shines like a jade plate in the sea.

/A group of fish swam over, /The jade plate broke into two or three pieces. / The fish was so frightened that it ran away / until it reached the rock.

/Looking back, / the moon is still round and round. "Cicada" (Author: Lin Huanzhang): Cicada's songs are very nice, / but they don't sing until summer; / they like to praise / the golden sunshine.

The songs of cicadas are very nice, / but they only like to sing on trees; / so, in summer, / the trees become / singing umbrellas. In front of the window, a lilac plant tiptoed into the dark green courtyard. We planted a lilac plant in front of the teacher's window.

Teacher, teacher, let its green branches and leaves stretch into your window and keep you company every night. Listen, listen, the green leaves are rustling in the wind. That is us singing to you to relieve you from a lot of fatigue.

Look, look, the little flowers blooming all over the tree, that is our smiling face, thank you for always caring about us. It's late at night, and the stars are blinking sleepily. Teacher, put down the lesson plan and let the fragrance of flowers float into your dreams. That dream must be fragrant and sweet.

(Originally published in the 18th issue of "New Youth" in 1985) You Take Me to the Mountains and Wilds Author: Guan Dengying You take me to the mountains and wilds shrouded in blue sky and collect whatever I want. Whether it is a mountain flower, a young grass, a stone, or a leaf. You jump over every ditch nimbly, leaving your shadow in the spring water; you climb up every slope, like jumping onto the roof of your home.

I heard the chirping of birds and saw the colorful wings of birds through the gaps in the green leaves. You told me the names of many birds and sang their songs to me. I wanted to catch a grasshopper, and the grasshopper was immediately pinched in your hand. You were afraid that the grasshopper would bite my hand, so you quickly wrapped it with a leaf.

Let me ask you, why does that tree on the top of the mountain look like an old man? You said it is because it grows in the cracks of rocks; I ask you - what kind of flower is it? With tears in its eyes, you said it is a blue flower, smiling in the spring sunshine. Where is the wind? Sleeping in the arms of the mountains and fields; where is the rain? Falling in the heart of the mountains; where was the homeless man back then? We all have warm homes; what about winter? Long gone.

Regardless of the present or the past of the mountains and wilderness, you are familiar with everything in the mountains and wilderness; everything here seems to be yours, your birds, your blue sky, your earth. When I look at the springs in the mountains, I seem to be looking into your innocent eyes; the fields full of mountain flowers look like your brilliant colorful clothes.

We were playing and chasing each other in the mountains and fields, ah, it really felt like we were on your kang, really like we were in your yard... (Selected from "Selected Lyric Poems for Youth", Juvenile Children's Publishing House, 1990 edition) The first light rain in spring The first light rain fell into the green woods. I walked alone among the woods. My ears were filled with many faint mysterious and beautiful sounds. The green camphor trees The leaves are breathing softly, and the young bamboo shoots are bursting out silently from the center of the earth. Countless mushrooms are like small white umbrellas. Mother once told us that their names are swan mushrooms. The skylarks are jumping like musical notes, jumping from one branch to another. The song is sweet and charming. The dew shines and slips quietly. The light mist is like a soft white gauze. The whole nature is like a piece of music. The spring forest is a piano of life. They play beautiful music and poetry and strike gently. My fourteen-year-old heart, full of fantasy, fell asleep in early summer, and the plum blossoms flowed sourly and splashed on my teeth, and the plantains split green and covered the window screen. The day is long and I fall asleep with no thoughts, watching children catching willow flowers.

Chunqing cherishes the begonias in my hometown. Today, the begonias bloom in Yang Wanli’s hometown of Song Dynasty, and I dream about Jiangxi Jinxiudui. Everything is spring, people are old alone, and Yan will return after one year.

It is as green as the day, and the catkins fly back and forth when you want to fall. If you don't have that scenery, you can't have a meal, so you can send poems to attract people into the Cuiqiong cup.

The wicker branches have no strength at first, and the shadows of the flowers are not clear in the clear sky.

After a rainy day, countless new birds came to the quiet path and heard their happy voices. All I owe is the green gauze and red meat, and two years of cold food to bear with Mr.

Read the biography of Yan Ziling. How can the guest star Yang of Song Dynasty help Han Zhongxing? There is a clear breeze in the sky, as cold as ice. I sent Ah Ma to move the Han tripod early, but where is the Yan Mausoleum in the world! After passing through Yangcun, there are many people on both sides of the Songyang Wanli Stone Bridge, just like villages separated by a river.

Zhongxin Hotel in the shade of Yangliu, small fishing boats under the grape trellis. Red and white flowers line the water, and green and yellow wheat fills the sky.

Zheng'er Qinghe is still on the road, for whom do you work hard and not return to the fields? Send it to Luwuguan. In the Song Dynasty, Yang Wanli lived in the east of Zhejiang Province and in the west of Jiangxi Province. A few new strands of silk were added to the mirror. The flowers have fallen six times and the messages have been sparse, and the moon shines thousands of miles away and we miss each other.

Li Du should not cross the sea of ????whales, and even more envied Kui Long gathering in Fengchi. The Tao is that Fan Chuan kills lightly, just like comparing thousands of households to a thousand poems.

In the sad spring, Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty planned to have a lot of fun this spring, but he still missed the east wind in vain. If you don't have dazzling eyes every year, you will either be worried or sick.

Evening Breeze Song Yang Wanli The evening breeze does not allow the clear ripples to be seen, but allows heavy curtains to hang to the ground. There are no mountains in the plains to cover the setting sun, and the west window turns red when the moon comes.

The evening breeze of Song Dynasty and Yang Wanli in the evening are warm and a little powerful, and the evening breeze is bold and powerful, bullying each other. Why be angry when it's cold? Who knows if there will be frost in the future?

In the Song Dynasty, thousands of miles of wild chrysanthemums and moss were used to cast money, and gold, brass, and green competed for beauty; God gave money to the poor poets, only buying the sorrow but not the fields. In the early summer, when I take a nap at leisure, the plum blossoms of the Song Dynasty will leave my teeth sore and soft, and the bananas will separate the green from the window screen; when the day is long, I will sleep without thoughts and watch the children catching willow flowers.

The small pond Songyang Wanli Spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the clear softness. The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it.

After all, the scenery of West Lake in June after leaving Jingci Temple at dawn is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.

Thousands of miles of new willows and poplars from the Song Dynasty brush against the silver pond, and they are not dark green but light yellow. It may not be that the willow branch can be dipped in water, but the willow shadow in the water will lead it to grow.

4. I am in urgent need of poems about the cuteness of children. I only need 15 sentences, written by a more famous poet. I want 15 sentences

1. "Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons" by Fan Chengda, a poet of the Song Dynasty, "Sunrise" At night in the fields, hemp crops are harvested, and the children of the village are responsible for their own affairs; the children and grandchildren have not yet left for farming and weaving, and they also learn to grow melons by the mulberry shade." 2. When I was young, I didn't know the moon, and called it a white jade plate. Li Bai 3. Children ran quickly chasing yellow butterflies, flying There are no cauliflowers to be found. Yang Wanli 3. Children come back early from school and are busy flying kites in the east wind. 5. He Zhizhang's "Book of Return to Hometown": When a young boy leaves home and his elder brother returns, his local pronunciation remains unchanged and his hair on his temples fades. Children don't recognize each other when they see each other. Where did the laughing guest come from? "6. Who is not tying a boat outside the fence? The spring breeze blows into the fishing bay. The child, suspecting that there are villagers, rushes to Chaimen but is blocked." Cui Daorong of the Tang Dynasty 7. Hu Linneng's "Children's Fishing" A disheveled child learns fishing. Sitting sideways on the strawberry grass, passers-by asked and waved, fearing that the fish would be frightened and no one would respond." 8. Song Yang Wanli, two children on a fishing boat, collected their poles and sat in the boat. It was strange that even if it rained, they would open their umbrellas instead of covering them up. The head is the wind. 9. What he saw (Yuan Mei) A shepherd boy riding an ox, singing in the forest. He wanted to catch cicadas, but suddenly he stood up with his mouth shut. 10. "Qing Ping Le·Village Residence" Song Xin Qiji's thatched eaves are low, and the grass on the stream is green. . Drunk, Wu Yin is charming, who is the old woman with gray hair? The eldest son is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, while the middle son is weaving chicken coops. The most fond of the child is the scoundrel, lying at the head of the stream peeling lotus pods. 11. "On the Pond" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty Holding a small boat, secretly picking white lotus back. Unable to uncover the traces, the duckweeds bloom together. 12. "Shepherd Boy" Song Huang Tingjian rides an ox far away from the front village, and the wind of the flute can be heard across the Long. How many celebrities and wealthy guests in Chang'an are not as good as you if they have exhausted all their agencies. .13. (Watching Fish) Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty walked around the pond to watch the fish swim. It was the time when the children were fishing. There are different kinds of fish lovers, so I will feed you and hang the hook. 14. "Flower Shadow" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty. When I went to Yaotai, I called the children back several times but couldn't leave. I was just swept away by the sun, but I taught the bright moon to send me to the future. 15. I really can't find it... 5. The poems describing children are best different from those told by the teacher

There are many poems describing children in ancient my country. Their language is concise and the images are vivid, which shape the various expressions of children.

The author starts from the common "Three Hundred Tang Poems" and "Complete Tang Poems". , "Zijia Poems" and other books have selected a few poems for readers. He Zhizhang, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, wrote in "Returning to Hometown Oops": "When a young boy leaves home and his elder brother returns, his local pronunciation has not changed and his hair on his temples has faded.

When children meet each other but don’t know each other, they laugh and ask where the guest comes from. "The whole poem has only twenty-eight words, but it paints a beautiful picture for us. The author has been in a foreign place for a long time and returned to his homeland. The children in his hometown didn't recognize him, so they smiled and asked him where he was.

These children are childish, lively, polite, and very cute. Cui Daorong, who also wrote in the Tang Dynasty, wrote: "Li. There is no boat tied up outside, and the spring breeze blows into the fishing bay.

The child hurried to Chaimen to check the pass. "The poem "River Living" describes the fishing village creek in spring. An interesting story on the other side.

Someone’s boat outside the fence forgot to tie the rope, and was blown into the fishing bay by the gentle spring breeze. The child who was fishing by the water did not know the truth and mistakenly thought that there was a visitor. , he hurriedly put down the fishing rod in his hand and hurriedly ran to the door to report the news. He wanted to open the firewood door to welcome him, but he closed the door in the rush.

The poet wrote a series of actions of the child into the poem, which seemed easy and natural. But it is also vivid, vividly depicting the hospitable nature of rural children. Rural children are not only hospitable, but also very hardworking.

There is a poem like this in the pastoral poem "Four Seasons Pastoral Xing" by Fan Chengda, a poet in the Song Dynasty. He wrote: "Plowing the fields in the day and harvesting hemp at night, all 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. "

What is described here is the scene of intense labor in the countryside in the summer. "Village children" refer to adult farmers, and "children and grandchildren" are children.

Although children in rural areas do not know how to They plowed the fields and weaved cloth, but when they saw the adults weeding and twisting the twine, they also imitated the adults and planted melons under the mulberry branches. The children not only learned to grow melons, they also learned to fish.

In the Tang Dynasty. The poet Hu Linneng wrote in "Children's Fishing": "A child with unkempt hair is learning fishing, sitting sideways on the strawberries and moss. Passers-by asked and waved, fearing that they would be frightened and ignored.

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You see, how naughty and cute this little guy with a “shaggy head” and “sitting sideways” is. He is afraid of the fish and won’t bite the hook. Even passers-by don’t answer when asking for directions. "Lun", but he is very serious! The poet wrote it by hand, as if without any effort, but in fact the skill is very deep and the poetic flavor is very strong. The poet Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty was also a master of writing about the innocence and cuteness of children. His "Xu Gong of Suxin City" There is this description in "The Shop": "The fence is sparse and one foot deep, and the flowers on the branches have fallen into the shade.

Children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly, flying into the cauliflower and nowhere to be found. "The poet first showed us a picture of late spring and early summer.

Then a child "hurriedly chasing a yellow butterfly" jumped out of the picture. The yellow butterfly was chased in a hurry, and all of a sudden Hidden in the cauliflower.

The poem ends here, but we can imagine how the running child suddenly stopped and looked around in the cauliflower field. This shows that ancient poets were not only good at it. Observation and good use of pen can give magical power to record a plain scene.

Not only the writing is novel, but also various lovely children's images are created. 6. Poems about children<. /p>

Ancient Children's Poems

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(Tang Dynasty) Bai Juyi

The little boy picked up white lotus secretly in a small boat.

Unable to decipher the hidden traces, the duckweeds bloom together.

Wind Kite Poetry (Part 1) Xu Wei

Willow threads and cotton are rubbed together,

Rub enough Qianxun to fly the paper kite.

How much strength can be eliminated by the spring breeze?

Take the children to the sky.

What you see

Qing Yuan Mei

The shepherd boy ⑴ rides the ox,

The sound of singing resonates ⑵ Lin Yue ⑶

The intention is to ⑷ catch the ⑸ chirping ⑹ cicada,

Suddenly he stood silently.

"Xugongdian, Suxin City" Song Yang Wanli

The fence was sparse and deep, and the flowers on the tree heads did not form shade.

< p> Children rush to chase yellow butterflies, flying into cauliflower and nowhere to be found.

"Village House" Qing Gao Ding

The grass is long and the orioles are flying in the February sky, and the willows are blowing in the spring. Smoke.

Children came back early from school and were busy flying kites in the east wind.

"Children's Fishing" Tang Hu Lingneng

A child with a shaggy head was learning to fish. Sitting on the strawberry grass, passers-by asked and waved, fearing that the fish would not respond.

"Shepherd Boy" Song Dynasty Huang Tingjian

Riding a bull far away. In Qiancun, the wind of flute can be heard across Long'an.

How many famous people in Chang'an are not as good as you when they are exhausted?

"Flower Shadow" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty

I went up to the Yaotai several times and couldn't leave.

The sun just took me away, but the bright moon sent me to the future.

I fell asleep in early summer.

The plum blossoms are sour and splash on the teeth, and the banana leaves are green on the window screen.

I wake up with ruthless thoughts after a long sleep.

"Tian Family" Song Fan Chengda.

Working in the fields during the day and weaving hemp at night, the children in the village are responsible for their own affairs.

The children and grandchildren are still working in the fields and learning to grow melons.