Poetry that compares children to flowers

Poems about children and flowers 1. Bing Xin's children's flower poems.

Flowers that never fade-dedicated to the children in heaven

The celebrations on June 1 day spread in all directions.

I wonder if this kind blessing has also infected God?

Do the children in Elysium like it?

I seem to hear a group of angels singing in the clouds.

Children who left in a hurry, how are you now?

Our world has changed because of your departure.

A series of heartbreaking cries were accompanied by blood and tears.

The national flag is half hung, the mountains and rivers are sad, the nine continents are sad, and the heart is desolate ...

Children, please don't be sad,

Don't confuse each other's hearts.

Let's forget the sadness in May,

Dry your tears and pursue the joy of June.

No matter where you are, there will be warm sunshine;

No matter where you pay attention, there will be an ocean of knowledge;

No matter where you are, you can realize your ideal;

No matter how the world shakes, don't lose your way.

You dance like a holy snowflake;

You bloom like a delicate flower for the second time;

You are like the rising sun shining forever;

You shine like a rare gem.

The will will be stronger after suffering,

A beautiful blueprint is waiting for you to create.

The excitement of rebirth after the phoenix nirvana,

Will rekindle the light of hope.

May you flow like a clean stream!

May you be as broad-minded as the vast ocean!

May you spread your wings and soar like an eagle!

May you be happy and healthy forever!

Flower of success

The flower of success,

People only admire her bright reality!

However, at the beginning, her bud,

Soaked with tears of struggle,

The blood rain of sacrifice is scattered everywhere.

2. Children's flower poems

Flowers in the ice (children's poems)

There is a little flower,

Fall into the pond.

The wind is very cold, blowing soft water hard,

The hard water is a big mirror.

White, there are no more lively fish and shrimp!

However, there is a little flower,

Embedded under hard water,

Very shallow, very clear,

You can still see its color,

Smile!

Are you a frozen smile?

Have your dreams solidified?

"No, no!

As long as I smile,

Dreams will sprout,

The budding dream is in spring,

Will grow up gradually,

Grow into bright flowers! "

Winter jasmine (children's poems)

Push open the small window of the bedroom

primrose

Reach into my cabin.

One after another, winter jasmine

Like the golden sun

Let my heart spring bright.

I am afraid that spring will slip away.

Fold off the biggest flower.

The most gorgeous winter jasmine

Gently sandwiched in my collection of poems

I put my poems

Recite to teachers and classmates.

Relatives, friends and everyone.

People who can't see spring

From then on, our life.

Full of beautiful spring scenery.

sunflower

Your name is ...

Sunflower

It just opened quietly.

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But so are you.

Sun-like

Black and red

Like the sun.

Love the color of life

Dream of flowers

I came back from the botanical garden and brought back a colorful dream. I dreamed that flowers were blooming everywhere in our land.

In front of my house, stretching to the distant horizon, there is a group of sisters surrounded by a purple rose.

Both sides of the road are as white as snow, where is the world of magnolia; There are bright sparks on the mountain. Dandelions are blooming everywhere in Shan Ye.

The bell flower swayed gently in the breeze, the cockscomb flower held its head high, the spring was covered with velvet moss, and the dill flower climbed to the top of the tree.

There is also the largest flower in the world, and Wang Lian can be the cradle of my little sister; This little flower is Pearl Plum. It is dressed like moonlight.

In the mirror-like pond, there are green duckweeds and pink lotus flowers; Even my little brother who eats grass likes to play with garlands.

Like flowers all the year round, it suddenly blooms on this night, and it falls on our land like a rainbow in the sky. ...

When I woke up from this dream, I made another dream: I want to lead these flowers to spring outing like a little brother or sister.

Cover the hill with a flowered dress, set two rows of colored lace on the river, and lay an endless carpet of flowers on the fields around the beekeeping farm.

Smell the flowers and listen to the birds here to make life better; Old beekeepers will praise us-flowers and honey!

3. Poems describing children's lotus flowers

1, The Book of Songs. The national wind "mountain has millet."

There are mountains and rivers, and there are flowers in Hebei.

If you don't see your son, you will see madness.

Self-translated poems:

There are small trees on the mountain and lotus flowers in the swamp.

I didn't see a handsome man, but I met a frivolous madman.

2. The Book of Songs. National wind "Zepi"

There are two evils: Pu and He.

Beauty hurts.

Sleep and do nothing, it's raining cats and dogs.

Self-translated poems:

At the edge of the swamp, cattails and lotus flowers are flourishing.

There is a handsome man there. How can I be spoiled?

I can't sleep all night, and I can't stop crying.

4.20 What are the ancient poems with flowers?

1, looking for flowers by the river, sixth

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

Four yellow maiden flowers thrive on the road covered, and thousands of flowers bow and the branches are low.

The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily.

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The flowers in the yellow silk girl covered the path, and thousands of flowers bent lower and lower from the ground.

The colorful butterflies in the fragrant flowers have been dancing, and the free and soft oriole just cried with joy.

2. Stay in Xinshi Xugong Store

Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli

The fence is sparse, a path leads to the distance, and the petals on the tree fall, but the shade has not yet formed.

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

Three hundred ancient poems, primary school poems, rural areas, landscape paintings, flower-and-bird paintings, children.

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The fence is sparse, a path leads to the distance, the petals on the tree are falling, 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.

Draw chrysanthemums

Song Dynasty: Zheng Sixiao

Flowers can't bloom, and independent fences are not poor.

It is better to hold incense in the branches and wait for death than to blow it into the north wind.

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You bloom in autumn and never accompany flowers. Alone by the sparse fence, your sentiment and interest have not diminished.

I would rather die in the branches than in the cold north wind!

This is the Dragon Boat Festival.

Yuan Dynasty: Beiqiong

There is always sunshine in the end, and Miluo has nowhere to hang her soul.

Liu Hua should laugh at each other and wake up alone without wine.

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Last year, during the Dragon Boat Festival, the weather was bad, the wind was blowing hard and it rained heavily. At first glance, it was dark. There is no place on the whole Miluo River where people can race dragon boats to mourn the soul of the ancient hero Qu Yuan.

Pomegranate flowers are in full bloom like fire, which seems to be laughing at me, so I have to laugh at myself: in fact, Tao Yuanming admires Qu Yuan's outstanding sobriety even if he doesn't drink. Today, although I can't mourn Qu Yuan, I still admire him.

5. Peach blossoms in Dalin Temple

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

In the world of April, the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temples have just bloomed.

I want to find a place where my life is dying, but I don't know that it has been moved here.

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In April, the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temple in the mountains have just opened.

I often regret that spring has gone nowhere to look, but I don't know that it has come here.

5. Poems about flowers

(Stop and sit in the maple grove for the night), the frost leaves are red in February. 2. (Xiao He just showed his sharp horns), the dragonfly had already stood on his head. 3. (All love can't be caged), an apricot comes out of the wall. It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to kill their souls. Alone in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice every holiday. Falling in love is not heartless. Not as good as Wang Lun. (Li Bai's Gift to Wang Lun) 2. Swallows don't return to the Spring Festival Gala, but it rains and apricot blossoms are cold. (Dai Shulun's Suxi Pavilion) 3 Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows away the petals of ten thousand pear trees. (Cen Can's "White Snow Farewell Tian Shuji Wu Gui") 4. People are idle with sweet-scented osmanthus, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. (Wang Wei's Birds Singing) 5. Even if the wind blows away overnight, go home for the New Year. (Li Pin sees his friend off at Hukou) 7. Wait until the mountain is on holiday, and I'll come back at chrysanthemum time. (Meng Haoran, "Passing the Old Village") 8. There are three or two peaches outside the bamboo. (Su Shi's "The Night Scene of the Spring River in Hui Chong") 9. In April, the south wind turns yellow, and the jujube flowers don't fall into the shade. (Li Wei's Farewell to My Friend Chen) There is a faint wind in the catkin pond. (Yan Shu's Italian) 1 1. In May, Linping Mountain went down the road, and there were countless lotus flowers everywhere in Tingzhou. (Dao Qian's Linping Road) 12. The next day, the lotus leaves are boundless, and the lotus flowers reflected in the sun are different colors. (Yang Wanli's "Coming out of Jingci Temple to Send Trees")108.10101106 Apricot flowers were sold in the deep alleys of the Ming Dynasty. (Lu You's The First Night of Spring Rain in Lin 'an) 14. No one saw plum blossoms in the bamboo, and they blew incense across the stone bridge overnight. (From Stone to Lake and River by Jiang Baishi) 15. Reed everywhere and I am old, who will fly home next to the swallow? (Wen Tianxiang's "Jinling Post", no shallow grass can't make a horseshoe. Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang 20. The blade is sharpened, and the plum blossom is bitter and cold. 2 1, I'm seeing the guests off. At night on Xunyang River, maple leaves and adult rushes rustle in autumn. Last year, in this door, the peach blossoms set each other off in red. (Cui Hu's The Story of a City in the South) 23. In the faded old palace, peonies were red, but no one came to see them. (Yuan Zhen, "See all the Chang 'an flowers in one day. (Meng Jiao "After University Graduation") 25. Dongdu didn't bloom, and 33 people came back. (Du Mu's Posture to an Old Friend in Chang 'an) 1. Fill in the name of the flower in the poem below, 1, wait until the mountain is on holiday, and then come back (chrysanthemum). 2. In April, the world is full of flowers, and the mountain temple (peach blossom) begins to bloom. The shepherd boy points to (Xinghua Village) 5. Even if the wind blows away overnight, only (Lu Hua) is near the shallow water. 6, (Huayang) crying, Wendao Longdu five streams. 7, people are idle (osmanthus), the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. 8. Like a strong spring wind, it blows at night and thousands of trees (pears) are in bloom. 2. Fill in the following contents. Soak in water. 3. Lonely and empty, spring dawn, _ _ _ closed. 4. In the fourth month, the south wind blew the yellow barley plain, and the leaves grew. 5. After the favorite _ _ _ _ _ rain, a fishing boat was full of misty rain. 6. I'm seeing the guests off, and I'm visiting the Xunyang River at night, and the maple leaves are rustling in autumn. People are idle. 1 1. The wind blows _ _ _ all over the store, and Wu Ji presses the wine to persuade customers to taste it 12. Dragon bell passengers on the side of Qingdun stream watch Dongfeng _ _ _ _ 13 independently. Love _ _ _ _ _ contains spring tears, and roses are powerless to lie down. After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June. The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers are of different colors. Chrysanthemums are planted in the west wind, which is hard to come by. If I am in Di Qing next year, I will report that they are in full bloom. The branch of plum blossom is the plum blossom in the corner, and cold ling blooms alone. I knew from a distance that it was not snow, but a faint fragrance. Bai Juyi's Qin Zhongyin. Buy flowers from each other. Prices vary, and rewards depend on the number of flowers. Hundreds of red flowers were burned and five bunches of flowers were released. There is a curtain on it and a fence next to it. The water is spilled and sealed with mud, and the color is the same. And An Tian Sheon, who comes to buy flowers occasionally. He bowed his head and sighed alone. This sigh is unknown. A cluster of dark flowers is ten households. "Farewell Peony Linghu Chu" Liu Yuxi's flat house is a pillar of flowers, and he is not at home. Modaoxi is not far away, and Chunmen is the end of the world. The Cuihu Lake in Beijing was at this gate last year. Peach blossoms set each other off; I don't know where to go, but the peach blossom in the spring breeze is still smiling. The fragrant flowers in Lin Bu are swaying, occupying the amorous feelings of the small garden. The thin shadow is shallow, and there is a faint fragrance in the dusk of the month. Frost birds want to see first, and pink butterflies like to know each other. Fortunately, there are whispers that can be combined without a gold plaque. In Yimei, Li Shangyin will settle on the horizon. There are hibiscus flowers on both sides of the face. I can't see it when I stroll into the pool. When I heard this song, I felt someone coming. Lingyin Temple, Song Wenzhi's Nine Mausoleums is gloomy and lonely, and the Dragon Palace is locked. When I look at the sea, the door is facing the tide in Zhejiang. In the middle of the month, the laurel falls, and the fragrant clouds float outside. The lotus is far from the tower and the tree is far from the spring. The frost is thin and the leaves are not withered. In February, when the guest was in Baling, Chen added clothes, sipped a cup in a hurry, and hated getting drunk late. Swallow couldn't help raining all night, but Haitang waited for the old poem. The spring scenery turned upside down, and the children with broken teeth celebrated. In front of the bamboo fence, the lake and the sea are vast, and the life experience is sad. The willow is golden and tender, and the pear blossoms are snowy. -Tang Li Bai's "Gongxing Music Ci" Cisai Mountain. Peach blossom and flowing water mandarin fish fertilizer. -Zhang's "Fishing Songs" recalls plum blossoms-Li Shangyin settled in the end of the world and reluctantly changed things. Cold plum is the most hateful. It looks like last year's flowers. Plum blossom is a poem (-)-Lu You heard that the plum blossom is cool and the snow drifts all over the four mountains. How can it be transformed into hundreds of billions, a plum and a tree? Is when there is a layer of ice and snow. Plum blossom quatrains (the third)-the land breeze is more awe-inspiring, and the integrity between flowers is the strongest. When it is out of date, it will drift away, and shame will pity Dong Jun even more. Seven newly planted plums-Bai Juyi Pool-it's time to stop flowering. Don't be afraid of being jealous of Changzhou peaches and plums. It's good for you to blossom this year. After all, the scenery of the West Lake is not good in mid-June.

6. What are the poems related to flowers?

Flowers, pears and rain,

Slim and elegant, colorful,

Firewood, silver flowers, colorful flowers,

Bright colors and beautiful clothes,

Flowers, birds and flowers,

Let a hundred flowers blossom, spring flowers and autumn moon

Spring is blooming and the country is beautiful.

Apricot rain, pear clouds, empty valleys and orchids,

I want wet clothes, apricot blossoms and rain, and I have another village.

The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers.

Spring can't shut the garden, an almond goes out of the wall.

A little green and a little red, no need for more touching spring scenery.

It is better to die holding incense in the branches than to be blown down in the north wind.

In the former deep Xue Cun, a branch was opened last night.

Don't praise the good color, keep it fresh and dry.

The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance.

The lotus leaf on the second day is infinitely blue, and the lotus flower on the second day is of different colors.

Flowers are more and more attractive, and shallow grass can be without horseshoes.

Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more.

I don't know if it started spraying recently, but I suspect it didn't sell after the winter snow.

Lotus fragrance sells in late summer, and chrysanthemum gas enters the new autumn.

Bamboo contains new powder, and red lotus loses its clothes.

The entrance is opposite to the wine, and the hibiscus is open on all sides.

The wind brings me the fragrance of lotus flowers, and the music of dew drops from bamboo leaves.

The bamboo stream is green, and the lotus flower is fragrant in the mirror.

Round lotus floating leaves, fine wheat falling light flowers

The wind contains Cui Juan and the rain is red and fragrant.

The water surface is clear and round, and the wind and load are lifted one by one.

Lotus leaves are like clouds, and boats roll into Xiling.

Rouge snow thin smoked, jade plate high luminous.

After a light rain, the lotus turned over and the pomegranate flowers burned.

Autumn chrysanthemum is more beautiful because of its good color.

The rain is deep, and the frost is half lotus.

It's not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, but that this flower is even more flowerless.

Purple half-open hedge chrysanthemum is quiet, and red is full of sorrow.

Waiting for the arrival of autumn, on the eighth day of September, my flowers bloom and all flowers wither.

The west wind is rustling all over the courtyard, and cold butterflies are hard to come by.

Lotus flowers are not covered by rain, and chrysanthemums still have Ao Shuang branches.

After dusk, Dongli wine is dark and fragrant.

There are thousands of birds singing in the Spring Festival and flowers flying all the way in February.

Huayang fish pod has no talent and can only solve the problem of heavy snow all over the sky.

The moonlight in the atrium is clear, and countless flowers have passed without a shadow.

7. Poetry related to flowers

1, last year today, in this door, peach blossoms set each other off. From Cui Hu's "The South Village of Titu City" in the Tang Dynasty.

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Last spring, in this door, the girl's face set off a bright peach blossom.

2. It is better to hold incense in the branches and wait for death than to blow it into the north wind. Han Ju/Zheng Sixiao painted chrysanthemums in Song Dynasty.

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: I would rather die in the arms of branches than blow in the cold north wind!

3, lonely and empty, spring comes late, pear blossoms are not in bloom. Talking from Liu's Spring Complaint in Tang Dynasty

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: the courtyard is empty and lonely, and the spring scenery is about to disappear; Pear flower falls fell all over the floor, and the door closed mercilessly.

4. In April, the world is full of flowers, and the peach blossoms in the Mountain Temple begin to bloom. Peach Blossom in Dalin Temple by Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: In April, the flowers have run out and the peach blossoms in the ancient temple in the mountains have just opened.

5. How can the plum blossom fragrance not be a little cold? From the Tang Dynasty Zen master Huang Berry's Ode to Class.

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Without the biting cold, there would be no fragrant plum blossoms.

Extended data:

Ode to the Opening Class is an untitled poem written by Bo Huang, a famous monk in Tang Dynasty. In the poem, plum blossoms are open to the wind and snow, emitting fragrance, which is a metaphor for struggling to explore the situation of epiphany, thus expressing the poet's idea of urging the world to do things with plum blossoms.

References:

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8. Ancient poems related to flowers

Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes. Meng Haoran: Passing the Old People's Village

Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone. Li Bai: Drinking the bright moon alone

How many flowers fall after a stormy night. Meng Haoran: Chun Xiao

Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. Du Fu: Hope of Spring

Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. Du Fu: Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night

A secluded place with bamboo paths, branches and flowers, to a Buddhist retreat. Changjian: the Zen realm after the broken mountain temple

Four yellow maiden flowers thrive on the road covered, and thousands of flowers bow and the branches are low. Du Fu: Looking for flowers by the river alone.

There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns. Yan Shu: Huanxisha

In front of Mount Cisse, egrets fly freely, plump mandarin fish swim happily on the river, and peaches floating on the water are so bright and full. Zhang: Yu Gezi

Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. Du Mu: Tomb-Sweeping Day.

9. Poetry about a son sending flowers to his mother.

I can't find that topic. Let's see if it is. 1. Pick a bunch of flowers (song) The vast Yuan Ye is full of flowers.

Pick a bunch for mom.

It is colorful, it is fragrant, it is elegant.

This is a reward for mom.

Ah, mom, mom, dear mom

Your sweat, your tears of joy,

Let spring cover the whole world. Give my mother a bunch of flowers. Pick the most beautiful flowers in your dreams with a blessing laugh. Look for the most beautiful flowers among the flowers under mom's umbrella. In the spring when a hundred flowers blossom, write an emotional poem with my mother. Give my mother a kiss with all my sincere heartstrings, give her a childhood memory and call my birth name between her lips and teeth. That is a string of glittering and charming pearls of love. When the wind blows, you support your body against the cold. Without wind and frost, the seeds germinate happily and enjoy your rain and dew. I am a healthy growing flower, singing birds and flowers, feeling the warmth of home. I want to pick the most beautiful flower for my dear mother. Flowers set off your forehead and bathed in your favorite sunshine. I remember my mother fondly. My heart has gradually grown up, crossing the loneliness of the night, shielding the torture of wind and rain, and holding up the ideal voyage of children. Remember the title of boatwoman in your heart and feel the warmth in your arms. What comes to my mind is the attachment of a sleeping baby in my arms. Your love moistens my heart. During my toddler years, I walked past ignorant children and teenagers. You led me to a successful tomorrow, to a poetic flower season, driving an ideal boat, leaving your small umbrella, watching your waist that is no longer tall, stained with faint cream and wet tears, and quietly shed my mother's greatness in spring. Convey it to me in the wind, walk to you gently, squat down in front of you and look up at your mother. My dear mother and daughter have grown up. Thank you for gathering the most beautiful flowers in the world. I wish you health and never care about anything!