Poems about three or two children

Xugong Store in Xinshi

Date: Song Author: Yang Wanli

The hedge is sparse all the way, and the flowers on the tree head are not shaded.

Children hurried after Huang Die, flying into cauliflower and nowhere to be found.

Time of

Author of Tang Dynasty: He Zhizhang

When he was young, he left home and went back to his old age, and the local accent remained unchanged.

When children meet strangers, they smile and ask where the guests come from.

Night Book

Time: Song Author: Ye Shaoweng

Xiao Xiaowu leaves send a cold sound, and the autumn wind on the river moves the guests.

I know that children pick and promote weaving, and a light falls on the fence at night.

Year: Song Author: Fan Chengda

The money burned thunderously under the club, and the sunset helped the drunken man back.

the green branches are littered with flowers, and it's children who are fighting for grass.

Watching Fish

Time: Tang Author: Bai Juyi

Walking around the pool to watch fish swim, just as children are fishing for boats.

One kind of fish has different hearts, so I'll give it to you.

Date: Song Author: Lu You

Wadie pagoda basin is used as a pool, and there are two or three Polygonum hydropiper beside the pool.

Being greedy and forgetting to go home for dinner is just like when children are out of school.

Hope to adopt 2. Poems about children

On the pond (Tang), Bai Juyi's little baby propped up a small boat and stole the white lotus back.

I can't hide the trace, and duckweeds bloom together. [Note]: Boat: boat.

I don't know; I don't know. Together: all the way.

prop up: prop up the boat and propel it forward with a pole. Xiaowa: A child.

duckweed: an aquatic plant with oval leaves floating on the water, fibrous roots under it and white flowers in summer. Open: separate.

[Author's Information]: Bai Juyi (772-846), a poet in the Tang Dynasty, whose name was Lotte, was a layman in Xiangshan, and his ancestral home was Taiyuan [now Shanxi]. When he arrived at his great-grandfather, he moved to Xiaguan (now Weinan North, Shaanxi Province).

Bai Juyi's grandfather, Bai Huang, was the county magistrate of Gongxian [Gongyi, Henan] and was a good friend of Xinzheng [Henan] at that time. Seeing the beautiful mountains and rivers in Xinzheng and the simple folk customs, Bai Huang loved it very much, so he moved his family to Dongguozhai Village (now Dongguo Temple) in the west of Xinzheng.

Bai Juyi was born in Dongguozhai on the 2th day of the first month in the seventh year of Tang Daizong Dali (February 28th, 772 AD). Wuzong Huichang died in Luoyang [Henan Province] in August of the sixth year (846) at the age of 75.

He is the author of seventy-one volumes of Bai Changqing Collection. In his later years, the official to the prince was less Fu, and posthumous title was known as Bai Fu and Bai Wengong.

He actively advocated the new Yuefu movement in literature, and advocated that articles should be written in time and poems should be written for things. He wrote many poems that lamented the times and reflected the sufferings of the people, which had a great influence on later generations. He is a very important poet in the history of Chinese literature.

Yuan Heshi used to be a bachelor of Hanlin and a doctor Zuo Zanshan. Because he offended powerful people, he was demoted to Jiangzhou Sima, a good Buddha in his later years, and called himself a happy layman. He wrote many poems in his life, of which allegorical poems are the most famous, and his language is easy to understand, so he is called "an old woman can explain".

Narrative poems such as Pipa Xing and Song of Eternal Sorrow are very famous. In his early years, he was enthusiastic about helping the world, emphasized the political function of poetry, and made every effort to be popular. He wrote 6 poems, New Yuefu and Qin Zhongyin, which really achieved the goal of "only singing makes people sick" and "every sentence must be regulated", which is as famous as Du Fu's "Three Officials" and "Three Farewells".

The long narrative poems "Song of Eternal Sorrow" and "Pipa Journey" represent his highest artistic achievements. Middle-aged people suffered setbacks in officialdom. "Since then, the official career has been long-term, and the world can't be opened from now on." But he still wrote many good poems and did many good deeds for the people. The West Lake in Hangzhou still has Bai Causeway in memory of him.

In my later years, I sent my love to mountains and rivers, and I also wrote some small words. A poem was presented to Liu Yuxi: "Don't listen to the old songs and songs, but listen to the new words" Yang Liuzhi ".It can be seen that he once read some new words.

Among them, a poem "Flowers Are Not Flowers" has a hazy beauty, which was greatly appreciated by later poets such as Ouyang Xiu, Zhang Xian and Yang Shen. Innocent and lively rural children, holding a boat, secretly went to Bai Lianhua.

when they came back, they didn't know how to cover up their tracks. The boat swung the duckweed off the water, leaving a clear waterway behind the boat. Expose one's whereabouts ~ ~ [Brief Analysis] The author vividly depicts the naivety of a child who "stole the lotus" by means of sketching. The most vivid sentence in the poem is "I don't understand the trace of hiding", which describes the naughty and pure emotion of the child.

Poems on the Wind and the Kite (Part I) Xu Wei's wicker rubs thread and wadding cotton, rubbing enough to put a kite in a thousand places. How much force the spring breeze can dissipate, and take the children to the sky.

a brief introduction to the author, Xu Wei (1521-1593), is a native of Qingtengshan. Shanyin (now Shaoxing City, Zhejiang Province) people.

a famous artist in Ming dynasty. I took part in the township test in my early years and tried again and again; In middle age, he worked as a guest of Hu Zongxian, the governor of Zhejiang and Fujian, and made suggestions for the military against the Japanese.

However, because Xu Wei hated evil and despised powerful people, he was down and out all his life, and even went crazy for a time. In his later years, he could only live by selling paintings and calligraphy. He has high aims in calligraphy, painting, poetry and drama.

His paintings are unique, and he is especially good at flowers and birds. According to historical records, it is from him that the brushwork and freehand brushwork splash-ink painting, which is popular in modern flower-and-bird paintings, developed. His poetry and prose are not stereotyped, and his works on traditional operas and zaju also have many points that go beyond the previous views and break the rules.

background information it is said that the earliest kites in China were made by the philosopher Mo Zhai in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period more than 2, years ago. He had the idea of making kites in Lushan (now in Wei County, Shandong Province) because he saw eagles hovering in the air, but the process of making kites was not smooth.

after three years of research and trial production, he finally made a wooden bird out of wood, but it broke down after only one day's flight. Later, Mo Zhai passed on his kite-making career to his student public class (also called Luban), who made kites out of bamboo according to Mo Zhai's ideal and design.

Lu Ban split the bamboo, cut it smooth, baked it with fire, and made it look like a magpie, which was called a "wooden magpie" and flew in the air for three days. Kites were later used in the military to detect enemy positions.

after the Tang dynasty, its use began to change to entertainment. In the Ming and Qing Dynasties, people gradually formed a custom. On this day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, people flew kites high and far, then cut the kite string and let the kite fly away with the wind, which means to let the "depressed gas" accumulated over the past year out completely and pray for the elimination of diseases in one year.

Xu Wei was down and out in his later years, mainly selling paintings for a living. "Wind kite" is one of his painting themes in his later years. He has painted a large number of "Wind kite pictures" with poems.

There are more than 3 poems of this kind, and the one selected here is a representative one. Through the description of children flying kites, he poured his future hopes and sustenance on children and also expressed his own feelings.

note 3 1. wind kite: or "paper kite". Kite: ○ Guangdong [Yuan], [JYN1]; ○ Han [yu ā n]; Eagle.

paper kites are often painted with eagles, hence the name. Strictly speaking, there are still differences between kites and paper kites.

The so-called "kite" means that it can sound like a kite string in the air; As for the "kite", it is a dumb bird that only flies but doesn't sing. A kite is to tie a bowstring to the back of a paper kite, or press a bagpipe on the head of the paper kite. When the paper is lifted off, strong wind passes through the flute or causes the bowstring to vibrate, which will make a purring sound.

Ordinary paper kites don't make sound. However, people no longer distinguish between the two.

2. Cuo: ○ Guangdong [Cuo],; ○ Han [Cu not]. Rub your palms repeatedly, or put your palms on something else and rub them back and forth.

3. Catkin: catkin. Willow seeds, with white fluff, are called "catkins", also known as "willow cotton".

4. Xun: the ancient unit of length, with eight feet as a Xun, Chihiro is the longest word. 5. eliminate: consume, consume.

6. the belt will: 3. Poems about children

Green shoots, green shoots, and young people say, "Develop yourself!" Pale flowers, and young people say: "contribute yourself!" " The crimson fruit said to the youth, "Sacrifice yourself!" "Little Brother and Kitten" Ke Yan There is a little brother in my family./He is clever and naughty./He climbs high and low every day./His face is covered with mud.

/Mother 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. /Sister brought a Xiaohua Mall,/Clapped her paws and licked her fur,/Her eyes narrowed. "Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful,/Who will play with me and hug me?" /Brother stretched out his little black hand,/Kitten jumped back hurriedly,/Beard pursed her head and shook it,/"Not good! Too dirty and dirty, I don't want it! " /Sister heard ha ha laugh,/Mom and Dad frowned,/Little brother was ashamed to hear that:/"Mom! Mom! Give me a bath! " "The Moon" The moon in the sky in Liu Raomin is round and round./It looks like a jade plate in the sea.

/A group of fish swam over,/The jade plate broke into two or three pieces. /The fish ran away in fear,/all the way to the rock.

/Looking back,/The moon is still round and round. Cicada (Author: Lin Huanzhang): Cicada's songs are very nice,/but they won't be sung until summer; /They like praise/Golden sunshine.

Cicada's songs are very nice,/but they only like to sing in trees; So, in summer,/trees become/singing umbrellas. At the window, a lilac stood on tiptoe and walked into the thick green yard. We planted a lilac in front of the teacher's window.

teacher, teacher, let its green branches and leaves reach into your window and keep you company every night. Listen, listen, the green leaves are rustling in the wind. That's why we sing to you and help you relieve a lot of fatigue.

Look, look, the little flowers blooming all over the tree are our smiling faces. Thank you for always hanging on to us. It's late at night, and the stars are sleepy. Teacher, put down the lesson plan quickly and let the flowers float into your dream. That dream must be sweet and fragrant.

(original "New Teenager" No.18, 1985) You took me to Shan Ye Author: Guan Dengying You took me to Shan Ye, which is shrouded in blue sky, and you collected everything I wanted, whether it was mountain flowers, young grass, a stone or a leaf. You jump over every ditch lightly, and the spring leaves your shadow; You climb every small slope, like jumping on the roof of your house.

I heard the birds' calls and saw their colorful wings through the cracks in the green leaves. You told me the names of many birds and sang their songs for me. I want to catch Guo Guo, and it will be held in your hand at once. You are afraid that Guo Guo will bite my hand and wrap it with a leaf.

I ask you, why does that tree on the top of the mountain look like an old man? You said because it grows in crevices all the year round; I ask you-what flower is that, with tears in its eyes? You say it's a blue flower, smiling in the spring sunshine. What about the wind? Sleep in Shan Ye's arms; What about the rain? Fall in Shan Ye's heart; What about the tramp in those days? Everyone has a warm home; What about winter? Long gone.

You are familiar with everything in Shan Ye, regardless of Shan Ye's present or past. Everything here seems to be yours, your birds, your blue sky and your land. I looked at the spring water in Shan Ye, as if looking at your innocent eyes; Yuan Ye, which is full of mountain flowers, looks like your splendid colorful clothes.

We are playing and chasing in Shan Ye. Ah, it's really like being on the kang of your house, it's really like being in your yard ... (selected from Selected Lyrics of Teenagers, Children's Publishing House, 199) The first light rain in spring rustled into the green Woods. I walked alone between the Woods, and my ears were filled with many faint mysterious and beautiful sounds. The green camphor leaves were breathing gently, and countless young bamboo shoots silently exploded in the center of the earth, like white umbrellas. My mother once told us that their names were swan bacteria and larks were jumping from one branch to another like notes, and their songs were sweet and fascinating. People's dew glistened and slipped quietly like soft white gauze. The whole nature is like a piece of music. The Woods in spring are a harp of life. They played wonderful music and poems and gently hit my 14-year-old heart full of fantasy. In early summer, I slept, and Song Yang Wanli's plum was sore and splashed with teeth, and the banana was green and covered with window screens. Spring to summer, the day long tired, after siesta, mood is boring, idle to watch children play to catch the air Catkin.

The hometown of Haitang in Chunqing and Wanli in Songyang is blooming today, and I dream of entering Jiangxi Jinxiu Pile. At this time, although spring returns, all things are flourishing, but the people are old; Every year after the sacrifices to the god of the land, the swallow flies back.

it's like green, and it's like dark during the day. If you want to fall, you can still fly around. But this beautiful spring scenery can not eat, then let the poetry to attract it to the jade Chiung Yao's cup of wine.

Spring and Qing Huai Hometown Begonia Song and Yang Wanli Bamboo-side Taiwan Pavilion, don't walk alone. Early spring warm, willow leaf spit bud, dancing in the wind, charming more charming; Blooming flowers in the sun, the shadow whirling, hazy liters.

after a rain, countless new birds are happy. The scenery here is beautiful, but unfortunately few plump beautiful begonia flowers; The native begonia of that hometown has lived up to two cold food and not seen.

Reading Yan Ziling's biography of Yang Wanli, a guest star in Song Dynasty, how to make up for the resurgence of Han Dynasty, the air is cool as ice. Send Auntie to move Han Ding early, where there is Yanling in the world! The two sides of Yangwanli Stone Bridge in Yangcun Song Dynasty are crowded, and the horses are like a river in each village.

Yang Liu Yin Zhongxin Hotel, a small fishing boat under the grape trellis. Red and white flowers are near the water, and the sky is blue and yellow.

Zheng Er's peace is still in the Tao. Why don't you go back to the field for hard work? Song Yang Wanli, who lives in East Zhejiang and Jiangxi, added a few strands of silk to the mirror. Flowers fall six times to sparse information, and the moon is thousands of miles away.

Li Du shouldn't go over the whale sea, but it's more admirable to gather the dragons in the phoenix pool. Tao is Fan Chuan's frivolous killing, which makes thousands of families compare with thousands of poems.

Yang Wanli, who was injured in spring and Song Dynasty, predicted that this spring was full of fun, but he still wasted an east wind. Without presbyopia every year, you are not sick when you are worried.

in the evening breeze, it is not allowed to identify the clear wind, but the heavy curtain is allowed to fall to the ground. There is no mountain to cover the sunset in Ping Ye, and the west window is red until the moon comes.

In the evening breeze, Yang Wanli was slightly warm in the evening, and the evening breeze was arrogant and bullying. Why be angry when you are cold? There will be a frost in the future.

Song Yang Wanli, wild chrysanthemum, wild moss, each casting money, golden verdure, two competing for beauty; God gives money to poor poets, and only buys sorrow and does not buy fields. Living in the early summer, taking a nap, Song Yang Wanli plum leaves sour and soft teeth, and banana is divided into green and window screening; Spring to summer, the day long tired, after siesta, mood is boring, idle to watch children play to catch the air Catkin.

xiaochi song yang Wanli's eyes are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves sunny and soft. The delicate little lotus bud reveals a sharp angle from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.

After all, the scenery of the West Lake in mid-June is different from that at four o'clock. Lotus leaf in the next day is not to be green, the lotus is particularly bright red in the sun.

The willow branches of Yang Wanli in Xinliu Song Dynasty brushed the silver pond a hundred feet, and they were dark blue and only light yellow. Wicker may not be dipped in water, but willow shadows in water lead him to grow. 4. Three ancient poems describing children

1. The Shepherd Boy

[Tang] Lv Yan

The grass spread across the fields for six or seven miles, and the flute played three or four sounds in the evening breeze.

after returning from a full meal, lie in the moonlight without taking off your coir.

2. Boating in Peace