Write a composition about childhood with ancient poems.

1. The childhood composition is quoted from the poem "I don't know the moon when I was a child, which is called the white jade plate. I also suspect that Yao Taijing is flying on the other side of Qingyun Mountain. " Li Bai's Journey to the Canglang always reminds me of my childhood.

Staring at the beautiful years, stepping on my way home, looking forward to the dream entrusted by the rose, looking forward to the blessings brought by the years, looking forward to the blueprint of future life, admiring the lively stage of the past, and thinking about the past 4,000 days and nights, I suddenly realized that the innocence and dreams of my childhood, sailing quietly and drifting quietly with the boat of time, left me with a choppy ocean of life. ...

The frolicking, laughter, innocence and childishness of that year, as well as the lovely doll with beautiful big eyes that accompanied my dream, have all become precious title pages in my memory.

When I was a child, I only knew there was beauty in the world, but I didn't know there was ugliness. I only know that there is good, not evil. I know too little and understand too little. In that innocent childhood, I had to move forward and let my tender little hands playfully fiddle with the warm river and the soft beach.

I once fished for stars in the river, believing that the brightest one must belong to me; I once picked fruits from trees and enjoyed the fruits of my labor with relish. I used to dance for my small achievements; I once dropped a sincere coin in a beggar's rice bowl ... until now, my ears are still ringing with the silvery laughter that I played with my friends.

Until one day, all my things were packed into my schoolbag and stuffed into the long road to bid farewell to my childhood. Adults say this is the beginning of growth. When I grow up, I will no longer pester rivers playfully and leave happy footprints on the beach. I just sit quietly, listening to the sound of the river flowing quietly, let my songs float away with the river, let my wings plug in and let my dreams fly.

Remember, remember what you should remember-the sky that once belonged to me alone, the childish road left on the clouds in the sky that day, innocent poems and happy laughter. Forget it, forget what you should forget-goodwill, malice, a case of right and wrong, a trace of lingering.

I am eager to grow up quickly and let my dreams take me to broaden my horizons. Looking at the blue sky, dreaming of a bright future. Tomorrow, how will dreams make you mature and grow? When the wind is still blowing, it can't blow away the lead of childhood; When the sea keeps beating, it can't wash away the traces of childhood. Suddenly I looked up and looked back, and a string of long footprints had been left on the grass. Looking into the distance, the footprints gradually faded and even disappeared. I will know if I go a little further. There will be many footprints disappearing in my sight. My heart is throbbing. Isn't this life? The passage of time will drown out many past events, and many new things will appear. It inspires me in my life. Once you set foot on the journey of life, you should walk well and don't have to look back. The sun went down and the whole night was full of stars. Without my childhood, I still have more pursuits!

2. Ancient poetry brought happiness to my childhood. Childhood is a poem with infinite charm.

In this poem, there are too many things that make us happy, but what impressed me most is the ancient poem. "Moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream", "I don't know what year it is today" ... Under the bright moon, when I was a child, I often sat on the edge of the bed, looked up at the bright moon and listened attentively to my mother reading ancient poems.

Mom read one song after another, but I still took pains to pester her to continue reading. So my mother read Wang Zhihuan's poems from Li Bai's poems, and Du Fu's poems from Wang Zhihuan's poems ... Ancient poems have become my best companions in the moonlight when I was young.

When I am old, I especially like to flip under the window and recite several volumes of Tang poetry when the first sunshine shines into the house. What makes me happy is that the first Tang poem seems to be my good friend who has been away for many years. I shook hands with them while reading it.

At this point, laughter rippled on my face. During that time, my mother looked at me every morning, because I was reading Tang poetry and forgot to eat breakfast. She always laughs and scolds, "This girl is really possessed."

Tang poetry is really amazing, which makes me yearn for the Tang Dynasty, the poems of the Tang Dynasty, and the people and things of the Tang Dynasty. Time flies, time flies, and I am 12 years old in a blink of an eye.

I especially like reading the original dream of red mansions, and I envy Lin Daiyu's talent and her ability to write such a sentence as "Du Yuchun is exhausted and the curtain is empty". So, I also want to write a poem.

I closed my eyes and quickly drew up a topic "Dream Back to Xiaoxiang Pavilion". Then, I seemed to walk into the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, saw the bamboo, and saw Daiyu's mournful appearance of playing the piano, so I began to write down "the bamboo forest is quiet and leisurely, as if I heard the string caressing."

Then I seemed to hear the sad turn of the piano and see the clear tears of Daiyu. No wonder her smile is worth two hundred gold! Then he wrote "sadness turns to tears, Xiaoxiang smiles at your daughter". Finally finished, I have unspeakable joy in my heart.

Ancient poems are beautiful and bring joy to my childhood. Her charm will remain in my heart forever, and my childhood is beautiful because of ancient poetry.

3. The ancient poem describing childhood is 1. The grass grows in February, and the willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke. The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind. -From the Qing Dynasty: Gaoding Country House

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: In February of the lunar calendar, the grass around the village has gradually sprouted and grown, and orioles are flying around. Willow covered with long green branches, swaying in the wind, as if gently stroking the bank. The evaporated water vapor between Shui Ze and vegetation condenses into smoke. Willow seems to be intoxicated with this beautiful scenery. After school, the children in the village hurried home and flew kites in the blue sky when the east wind blew.

2. Little baby stole Bai Lianhua back by punting. He didn't know how to hide the trail. The duckweed on the water left a boat on the trail. -From the Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi's On the Pool

Explain in vernacular Chinese: A child is holding a boat and secretly picking white lotus. He didn't know how to hide the trace. A boat crossed the duckweed on the water.

3. A fishing boat with two children stopped on board. No wonder it didn't rain. They opened the umbrella. They didn't want to protect the rain, but wanted to use the umbrella as a sail to let the boat go forward. -From the Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli's "Boat Crossing Anren"

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: On a fishing boat, there are two children. They put away their bamboo poles, stopped their oars and sat on the boat. No wonder they open umbrellas when it doesn't rain. It turned out that they didn't want to shelter from the rain, but wanted to use the umbrella as a sail to let the boat go forward.

4, the hedge is sparse and deep, and the tree head is not cloudy.

The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again.

From: Su Xincheng Xugong Store Song Yang Wanli.

The fence is sparse, a path leads to the distance, and the petals on the tree fall one after another, but the shade has not yet formed. The child ran after the yellow butterfly quickly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the cauliflower and could not be found again.

5. The hedge is deep and the tree head is not overcast.

The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again.

From: Su Xincheng Xugong Store Song Yang Wanli.

The fence is sparse, a path leads to the distance, and the petals on the tree fall one after another, but the shade has not yet formed. The child ran after the yellow butterfly quickly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the cauliflower and could not be found again.

4.[ The "Sun" in Ancient Poetry (Abstract)

1. Jiangnan is good and the scenery is old. When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan?

-Recalling Jiangnan (Jiangnan is good) Bai Juyi

After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.

-Xiao Jingci Temple sent Lin Zifang (after all, the West Lake was in mid-June) Yang Wanli.

3. The mountains cover the daytime, and the ocean drains the golden river; By going up one flight of stairs, look further.

-in the heron lodge (the mountain covers the day) in Wang Zhihuan.

Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, the north wind blows goose feather and snow one after another. A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?

-Don't Dongda (Huang Yun thousands of miles away) Gao Shi

There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice. The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.

-Chai Lu (there seems to be no one on the empty mountain) Wang Wei

6. Rizhao incense burner produces purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs thousands of rivers. On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth.

-Look at Lushan Waterfall (Rizhao incense burner gives birth to purple smoke) Li Bai.

7. When weeding at noon, sweat dripped down the soil. Who knows every grain of Chinese food is hard!

-Benjamin Nong (weeding at noon) Li Shen

8. With the shadow of dusk in my heart, I drove forward in the grave of Leyou; Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.

-Le Garden Scenic Area (with twilight shadow in my heart) Li Shangyin

9. Far away, someone is in Bai Yunsheng. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

-Mountain Road (far from Hanshan Stone Path) Du Mu

The sun or sunshine gives people a different feeling-"weeding at noon every day" is hot; "Rizhao incense burner produces purple smoke" magic; "Sunrise Jiang Honghua wins the fire" and "Lotus reflects different colors of the sun" are warm; "The mountains cover the day" is spectacular; "One thousand Li Huangyun Daylight" is confused; See the sun, because all his glory is profound; What is reflected to me from the green moss is tranquility.

5. Poems describing childhood childlike innocence in ancient poems

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. "Singing Goose"

Don Robin Wang

White swan, white swan, bend your neck and breathe fire into the sky.

White feathers, floating in green water; The red soles of the feet stir the clear water.

3. The word * *

Tang Jianwu

* * * is only six years old, and I don't know whether he is clever or clumsy.

In front of the main hall at night, scholars worship the new moon.

4. Children fishing

Don Hu Lingneng

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. "Look"

Qingyuanmei

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.

6. "Ship Crossing Anren"

Song Yang Wanli

On a fishing boat, there are two children. They put away their bamboo poles, stopped their oars and sat on the boat.

No wonder it didn't rain. They opened the umbrella. They didn't want to protect the rain, but wanted to use the umbrella as a sail to let the boat go forward.

7. "Children make ice"

Song Yang Wanli

The youngest son has no ice in the golden basin, and the colored silk is worn as a silver pheasant.

Knocked into a jade chime, resounded through the forest, and suddenly let out a loud noise.

8. "Take a nap in early summer"

Song Yang Wanli

( 1)

The grass under the pine tree is covered with moss, so I don't even bother to open it if I want to read.

Bored, I went to the fountain to water the banana. The pattering sound startled the children who were playing. They thought it suddenly began to rain.

(2)

Plum folic acid has soft teeth and banana leaves are green window screens.

Spring goes to summer, and the days are long and tired. After a nap, I feel depressed and watch the children play with catkins in the air.

9, "what you see in the night book"

Burning Weng with pine leaves

The rustling banyan leaves send cold sounds, and the autumn wind on the river moves guests.

Knowing a child catches and promotes weaving, a night light falls over the fence.

10, village residence

Qinggaoding

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.

Qingpingle Village Residence 1 1

Song Xin qi Ji

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 weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages.

I like children and scoundrels best, lying on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.

12, shepherd boy

Tang luyan

The grass shop is six or seven miles away from the field, and the flute makes the night wind three or four times.

Come back from a full meal at dusk and lie in the moonlight without taking off your hemp fiber.

13, * * *

Mao mingxuan

Get up and put on new clothes. Beginner sister-in-law will worship.

Bow your head and be ashamed to meet people. Put your head in your hands.

14, "Gulangyu"

Tang Libai

When I was young, I didn't know the bright moon in the sky, so I called it Bai Yupan.

I suspect it is Yao's platform, flying in the sky.

15, in Sangcha Tunnel

Song Yang Wanli

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.

6. Ancient poems about childhood are called Bai Yupan when I don't know the moon. Lipper

The children ran after Huang Die, flew into the cauliflower, but disappeared.

The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.

Teenagers don't know the taste of trouble, fall in love with the floor, and are worried about giving new words.

In ancient China, there were many poems describing children. Their language is refined and vivid, which shapes children's expressions. The author selected several poems from the common books such as 300 Tang Poems, 300 Tang Poems and Zijia Poems for readers.

A poet in the Tang Dynasty wrote in My Hometown Couplet: "When a teenager leaves home, an old friend returns, and the local accent remains unchanged. When children meet and don't know each other, they smile and ask where the guests are from. " There are only 28 words in the whole poem, but it depicts a beautiful picture for us. After living in a foreign country for a long time, the author returned to his hometown, but the children in his hometown didn't know him. They smiled and asked him where he was a guest. These children are naive, lively, polite and very cute.

Cui Daorong, also in the Tang Dynasty, wrote, "Whoever doesn't tie the boat outside the fence, the spring breeze blows into the fishing bay. I suspect that there are villagers and I am anxious to go to Chai Men. " The poem "Living in a stream is a thing" depicts the interesting things by the stream in a fishing village in spring. I don't know whose boat is outside the fence, but I forgot to tie the cable and was blown into the fishing bay by the long spring breeze. The child who was fishing by the water's edge, not knowing the truth, mistakenly thought that a guest was coming, so he quickly put down his fishing rod and ran to the door to announce that he would open the Chai Men to meet him, but closed the door in a hurry. The poet wrote a series of children's actions into his poems, which seemed simple and natural, but in fact vividly portrayed the hospitable nature of rural children.

Rural children are not only hospitable, but also hardworking. Fan Chengda, a poet in the Song Dynasty, wrote in an idyllic poem "Four Seasons of Pastoral Glory": "The children in the village mind their own business when they plow during the day and are numb at night. Children and grandchildren are not prepared to farm and weave, but also learn to grow melons in mulberry shade. " What is described here is the scene of intense labor in the countryside in summer. "Villagers" refer to adult farmers, and "children and grandchildren" are children. Although children in rural areas can't farm and weave yet, when they see adults weeding and rubbing twine, they also plant melons under mulberry branches like adults.

The children not only learned to grow melons, but also learned to fish. Hu Lingneng, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote in Child Fishing: "A boy with unkempt hair learned to hang a bow and sit beside blackberries and moss. Passers-by use the topic to play, waving far away, not afraid of fish. " You see, how naughty and cute this little guy who is unkempt and sitting on the side is. He doesn't bite the hook for fear that the fish will be frightened. Even passers-by don't give an answer and ask for directions. Although he is "learning to appreciate diaosi", he is quite serious! The poet's handwriting seems to be effortless, but in fact, the kung fu is deep and poetic.

Yang Wanli, a poet in the Song Dynasty, is also a master of writing innocent and lovely children. In his "Xugong Store in Suxin City", there is such a description: "The hedges are sparse all the way, and the flowers on the branches end in shadows. The children are scrambling to catch up with Huang Die, and cauliflower is nowhere to be found. " The poet first showed us a picture of late spring and early summer. Then, a child "running after Huang Die" jumped out of the photo. The chased Huang Die suddenly disappeared in the cauliflower. The poem ends here, but we can imagine how the flying children stopped at once and looked around in the cauliflower field.

7. Write a 500-word composition on the topic of childhood.

Everyone has a wonderful childhood. What happened in childhood is not only childish but also interesting. In my childhood memory, there is one thing that I remember vividly, and even sometimes I can't help laughing when I think about it. This interesting childhood story is: tearing up the calendar.

I have lived with my grandmother since I was a child. I have an entertainment method: when I wake up every morning, the first thing I do is to rush to the living room, tear up yesterday's calendar, turn around and salute my grandparents, and then say to them with self-righteous words; "Report, today is * * Day." At this time, grandma said while walking towards me; "Well, it's getting late. Get dressed and get ready for kindergarten. " Hearing this news, I used a deflated ball as an analogy, but when I came back from school, I became a little emperor, and I would repeat these things the next day.

Day after day, I found a rule that whenever grandma announced that she would not go to school, the calendar paper must be red. I observed it for several weeks before I summed up this "great" discovery, and I was secretly glad. From then on, every morning, I ran to my calendar. Bow 90 degrees. Then stand on the chair and slowly tear off one. Many times, I sighed in the sky. So ... Another discovery was born, that is; More black, less red. I calculated that there will be two red calendar sheets in four or five days. One day, I finally couldn't help it. I stood on the chair and tore it up. After a while, calendar paper was everywhere. Grandma quickly stopped and asked; "What are you doing?" "I want red, I want red." The whole family said in unison: Go to school today. That day. I muttered while tearing up the calendar; "I want you to be darker, I want you to be darker."

People say that time is like ruthless running water, which will gently wash away people's memories. However, for me, childhood memories will flash in the depths of my memory forever like birds. Become a beautiful memory in your life forever.

Recall my watery childhood

Time flies quietly, and our six-year student career is coming to an end. In these six spring and autumn periods, there are countless joys and sorrows. I don't know if you still remember me after separation, and if you can still remember our past.

Do you remember? A warm scene when I helped Mr. Qian celebrate his birthday last October. We racked our brains that day to have a special birthday for Mr. Qian. At the birthday party, we stared at Mr. Qian and sang blessing song's Birthday with deep affection. In the song, candles are lit. At this moment, it seems that only we and Mr. Qian are left between heaven and earth ... At this exciting moment, Mr. Qian couldn't hold back his feelings and burst into tears. We were all moved by this warm scene. I held back my tears, and some students couldn't help crying. Everyone happily took a group photo and shared the cake together. It was a sweet and unforgettable moment.

Every time I look at the calendar in bed, I will graduate in more than three months, and I will always imagine the scene of parting from my teachers and classmates. Whenever this time, I feel very uncomfortable. I complain about why time passes so quickly. Although prepared, I still feel that the years are ruthless and come too suddenly. I was a little sorry when I left. Why am I unhappy together? But I believe that memories are always beautiful, especially childhood and adolescence, which are more pure and unforgettable.

In the past six years, the mutual help between classmates and the teaching of teachers have made people feel the warmth of campus life. Although there were some unpleasant things, such as ripples in the lake, it soon calmed down.

In the past six years, so many tireless teachers, so many lovely and interesting classmates, and every grass and tree on campus have witnessed my growth. Now it's time to say goodbye to you. When we meet again, it will be another happy beginning.

Goodbye, teachers who have taught me.

Goodbye, my sincere friends.

Goodbye, the experimental primary school that gave me good memories.