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Poetry about children's seasons 1. Poetry about seasonal children

Grass's face turned back.

All the rain drops on the green land.

The legend of spring permeated the whole class.

So many stories began to grow wildly.

What I said

Everything related to spring.

You come with the butterfly

Makes me panic.

I saw the sunlight jumping.

Like a revolution

Lilac is a thin note.

Before the bees hit it

I remember your name.

And everything that concerns you.

Spread out slowly, like music

On the path in my hometown.

Li linhai

When the days are no longer good

I suddenly want to review it.

That is also blurred in my memory.

A path shaded by trees

Wild flowers in spring

It has been opened, hasn't it?

The taste of autumn wind

Full of the fragrance of fruit.

I've been on this road countless times

Pick up the happiness of childhood

Vaguely dreaming

Father's rude shouting

Still so clear

How many flowers of Xia Hong actually fell?

Mom cooks cigarettes.

When curled up on corrugated cardboard

Sunset is no longer lonely.

I really want to ask the wind

Is hometown still the same?

But I'm not who I used to be.

summer

Filariasis spread in July.

The tenderness of this season.

Incite a dialogue between stars

I'm afraid to walk carefully.

Disturb the willow waves and weaver girls by the river.

Wandering footsteps, frogs croak in the air.

Noisy in the poetic moonlight

Who snuggles up to the weeping willows and holds the moonlit night?

Hugging the crystal tears tightly.

Quietly roll down from the seedling

The hottest chest in summer

Crossing the dream

Pingba High School Li Linhai

Face the years

I don't know what to say.

Memory is rusty.

Childhood brought by a cigarette

Shake it silently between your fingers.

The wind travels through time and space.

Bring hard water droplets from the rocks.

My lips were wet with wine.

I am really thirsty.

Wine brewed at a loss

I don't want to drink any more

Sort out the messy mood.

Hope suddenly jumped out of the left chest.

Climb up bloody

On that old locust tree that has experienced many vicissitudes.

Turn around suddenly

I seem to hear the sound of fish.

Singing in the dirty river

I really want to cross my dream.

Find the real me I forgot.

2. Children's Poetry in Winter

Sleeping posture

You sleep like your mother.

When your hands are dancing

Like a swimming fish

When you open your hands.

Like a free bird

Small fist against chin.

I like to sleep in huaxian.

Hands naturally above your head.

Like a jumping frog

The expression on your face will be ever-changing when you sleep.

Corner of the mouth rises and draws a smile.

I saw the stars in the blink of an eye.

Sleep with your chubby little hands.

Mom gave you a warm palm.

You gave mom the best future and dreams.

You are an angel on earth.

You are Xia Hong in autumn.

You are the warm sun in winter.

You are a beautiful princess!

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3. Children's Poetry about Winter

Du Fu, two orioles singing green willows, a line of white dew on the sky.

My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to the eastbound ships. Jiang Xue-Liu Zongyuan has no birds in the mountains and no footprints in the thousands of roads.

A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. Plum blossoms-Wang Anshi counted the plum blossoms in the corner, and hanling opened them alone.

From a distance, it's not snow, because it has a faint fragrance to describe winter poems. Every time it snows, the owners of Furong Mountain, Jiang Xue, Liu Changqing and Liu Zongyuan, are far away from Cangshan Mountain, and there are no birds in Baishan Mountain, where it is white with cold. A thousand roads without footprints.

Chai Men heard dogs barking, and a boat and a bamboo coat came home on a snowy night. An old man was fishing in the cold river snow.

Rain and snow dd, see Yue Xiao dd: the appearance of snow; Speaking of which, it is still "gone with the wind". ; The heat of the sun.

Yue: Auxiliary words have no substantive meaning. The Book of Songs Xiaoya Jiaogong The cold wind destroyed trees and caused severe frost. Lan Han Yuefu's ancient poem "Ancient Poems for Jiao Zhongqing's Wife" was sad at the end of the year, and it was snowing in the sun.

There is no hope in my ears, but clean sadness in my eyes: cold and cold. Mimi: Dark.

H: a little less. Objective: what that eye can see.

Hao: White. Tao Jin Yuanming's "Written in mid-December of Guimao Year, Respecting from My Brother" can be simulated, but if catkins rise with the wind, Xie Daowen's "Poetry on Snow": "What is snow like? The air difference of salting can be simulated, but if the catkins rise with the wind. "

The moon shines on the snow, and the north wind is strong: the north wind. Strengths: violence.

Sadness: biting. Xie Lingyun in the Southern Song Dynasty, "When the wind blows, it snows everywhere: the window.

Wind scares bamboo: Snow in the wind hits bamboo, making a rustling sound. Wang Tangwei's "A Winter Night's Story of Hu Jushi's Home" is unknown, but it is suspected that it was opened last night: snowflakes fell in the courtyard.

Tang Song Wenzhi's Snow in the Garden Should Be Made was swallowed up by the sound of water and ice, but the sand road was covered with snow. Liu Tang Changqing's "Appreciating Zhang Xia's Bitterness and Cold Work on the Way Back to the State on a Snowy Night" has a clear path and snow peaks. Tang Li Bai's Winter Returning to the Old Mountain is white and cold, and snowflakes are as big as hands. Tang Li Bai's satirizing Wang Liyang's refusal to drink Yanshan snowflakes were as big as seats and blew down Xuanyuantai. Tang Li Bai's "Popular North" is full of clouds at dusk, and the snow dance is empty: the wind is swaying.

First frost in Dufu's "Making Snow" in Tang Dynasty is in rags, so he can't point it directly: his fingers are stiff. Tang Du Fu's "Singing 500 Words from Beijing to Fengxian": Clouds and gulls dance more, geese fly against the wind, and there is no line: there is no line.

Tang Du Fu's "Sending Grandson Home in Winter" is short in cold weather, and the wind and waves are flat with the clouds. Tang Du Fu's "Nostalgia in Gongan County" scattered on the bamboo, and scattered snow scattered on the mountain. Carved a pile of snow in "Chu Bookstore will write a book before the original foreign lang Zuojun" (one) into these two poems on the ground. Who will cut the snow on the flat ground into this smallpox? "

There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.

Don Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue won't be killed in winter, so why kill it in spring? It's harsh and bleak. Tang Luwen's "Germinating Pujinguan River Zuo Ting" is cold and blue, and the north wind is called withered mulberry.

Thick ice without crack, short day cold light: the wind is like a roar. Meng Jiao's "Song of Bitterness and Cold" only saw the dark clouds on the ridge and the rocks falling like snow, which was shocking.

Thousands of peaks have thousands of Yushu trees and thousands of pines. When Tang Yuanzhen's "South Qin Xue" entered the room, I sat and watched the bamboo turn into six branches: the snowflake was hexagonal, so it was called "six out". Qiongzhi: Bamboo branches are covered with snow like white jade.

Tang Gao's "Welcome to Snow" knows that the night snow is heavy and the bamboo is broken. Tang Bai Juyi's "Night Snow" says: "I am shocked by the cold, and I see the window bright. I know it snows heavily at night, and I hear the sound of bamboo folding. "

Spinning the bead curtain over the powder wall is lighter than catkin and heavier than frost. Tang Li Shangyin's "Two Songs on Snow" all the springs are frozen, and I sing it more bitter when I am cold: the springs are blocked because of freezing, because they are described as sobs.

Yin: Singing. Liu Tang Jia's Ode to Bitterness and Cold: "I sing cold more seriously when the spring is frozen and swallowed.

Leaning against Qiao Song in the middle of the night, I felt covered with snow. "Three million jade dragon, broken bones flying. Yulong: Describe flying snow.

Broken scales: describe snowflakes flying, such as scales falling one after another. Song Huzai's last episode, Tiaoxi Fishing in Conghua, quoted Bird's poem "Snow" from Xiqing Poetry Talk, which is not thousands of miles away and selfless in the world: Yu.

Geng's snow

4. Children's Winter Poetry

1. Children make ice.

Dynasty: Song Dynasty

Author: Yang Wanli

Original text:

Early in the morning, young children put the ice frozen all night on a plate and put it in their hands.

Tap the ice gently, the sound of wood passing through the forest. When the viewer is absorbed in the sound of wood, he suddenly hears another sound-the sound of ice falling to the ground, such as the sound of broken glass.

2. Write children's poems:

A boy sleeps in the shade, and a cow eats in the shade. _ _ _ _ Yang Wanli's Mulberry Tea Tunnel

Like children fishing, walk around the pool and watch the fish swim. _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's Ornamental Fish

Seeing that people were dumb at first, they refused to fall in love with cars. _ _ _ _ Wei Zhuang is with my daughter.

The child suspected villagers, but was anxious to go to Chai Men. _ _ _ _ Cui Daorong's "Living in a stream is the most important thing"

Cattle eat grass without touching each other, and the official beheads them. _ _ _ _ Li She's The Shepherd's Poetry

The child is full of memories and it is difficult to walk. _ _ _ _ Yuan Haowen's Mid-Autumn Festival in Zhuang Ni

Women wash cocoons in front of the clear river, and the shepherd boy plays piccolo and bathes and changes clothes in the water. _ _ _ _ Two Poems by Guan Xiu on the home wall of Shushan in the Spring Festival Evening.

Children in the waves, women in Hengjiang, laugh at a fisherman. _ _ _ _ Wu's Qin Guan Chao

5. Ancient poems about seasons in senior one.

1. Li Bai's Silent Night Thinking

The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home.

2 "Spring Dawn" (Meng Haoran)

This spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere, but now I remember that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers were broken.

3 High-level "village house"

The grass grows long and the warbler flies in February, and the willow is drunk with smoke. The children came back from school early and were busy flying kites in the east wind.

4 "Look" at Yuan Mei

The shepherd boy rode a cow and sang loudly. He tried to catch cicadas, but suddenly he stood there silent.

5 "Little Pool" Yang Wanli

Spring eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade of trees shines on the water. Xiao He just showed its sharp corner, and the dragonfly had already stood on it.

Second grade of primary school

1. To Liu Jingwen Su Shi

Lotus flowers have no shelter from the rain, and chrysanthemums have branches in Ao Shuang. You must remember the good scenery of that year, especially when it was orange and green.

2 "Mountain Walk" Du Mu

Away from the cold mountain, the stone path is oblique, and there are people from Bai Yunsheng.

3 "Homecoming Book"

When a teenager leaves home, the local accent remains the same. When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from.

4 "To Wang Lun" Li Bai

Li Bai was about to go by boat when he heard singing on the shore. Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, but not as good as Wang Lun.

5 "Fu De Gu Cao Yuan Farewell" Bai Juyi

The endless grass on the plain comes and goes with the seasons. Wildfire never completely devours them, but they grow tall again in the spring breeze.

Sweet they pressed on the ancient highway and reached the crumbling gate. Oh, my friend's prince, you left again. I heard them sigh behind you.

6 "Su Xinshi Xugong Store" Yang Wanli

The hedges are sparse all the way, and the top flowers are not shaded. The children hurried after Huang Die and flew into the cauliflower, but they couldn't find it.

7 "Looking at Lushan Waterfall" Li Bai

The incense burner in Rizhao produces purple smoke. Looking at the waterfall hanging in Qianchuan from a distance, it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days.

8 "Jueju" Du Fu

Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky.

The window contains the autumn snow in Xiling, at the gate of Wu Dong Wan Li boating.

6. Children's poems describing the four seasons

Children's Poetry in Spring The ice boat rides on the ice boat and sings and paddles her boat down the river in spring. It's gone. Plant a tight encirclement in winter. The crazy devil slipped away in winter. The smiling spring suddenly changed its face. I was so scared that I jumped at the cicada in summer. I have a question for cicada. It's hidden in the canopy. It's called cicada-cicada-but it won't come down. Fireflies on the dark mountain road are holding lanterns to guide us. But the light of the lantern is too small. The bug ran into the canyon by itself. It's a pity that my hands and neck are too thin. I gave it to my mother and said, "Be a good boy and keep it for you." Mosquitoes and mosquitoes wake up in bed. I sleep on the ground. Mosquitoes occupy the whole bed with a big belly. Children's poems in autumn A fallen leaf is pulling a fallen leaf around in the field. Pomegranate told a joke. Pomegranate grinned and the autumn wind rustled. The sun in the quilt is also afraid of cold. It slept in the quilt all day. Autumn grass is still warm on the bed, and the seeds are swept away combatively. Autumn grass quietly hid the seeds in spring. Maple sewed a red coat. In autumn, they wear it to parade in the city. In winter, they make children's poems, snowmen, dads, moms and dolls. In winter, snowball fights are a warm home. Dad's snowballs blossomed under my feet, and I charged.

Mom, the green scarf I left by the river last year turned out to be picked up by a willow tree! "Bud" is a small pen tip dipped in morning snow, drawing a gentle spring in the sun.

"Paper Boat" I want to pick a willow leaf, make a green boat, and put it in a blue pond reflecting the sky to compete with the white clouds. I want to pick a peach blossom, make a pink boat, put it in the golden river reflecting the sunset, and sail with the sunset.

However, it was still raining outside the window, so I made a white boat with a small piece of paper and put it in the stream where the rain met, so that it could find a colorful land with silver raindrops! "Spring Rain" The rustling rain, gently and carefully, sprinkled on the stone road-sprinkled on the small wooden bridge-sprinkled on the small flowers and grass-sprinkled on the roof of my house. Brother, don't run around outside now! The sky and the earth are whispering, do you know? "Morning glow" I believe that the sky must be a child who loves painting and is a little careless like me.

Look, he must have knocked over the palette again last night-when he got up early in the morning, his hands were still covered with pink and golden flutes, and he hadn't had time to wash them off. In the early morning, the light brown mountains were not awakened by the sun, and the singing cuckoo slept in the wet tree, only occasionally making a whisper or two. In this hazy silence, suddenly, a green flute sounded crisp-I don't know which naughty child picked a blade of grass that had just grown by the roadside and made it a mouthpiece.

Spring accepted his song with a smile. Kite The sky in March is high and bright. Who tied it with thread to prevent it from flying away? Let's fly kites! Then you know the answer.

The wind in March likes to dance on the roof and clouds. Who put on colorful clothes and wings for it? Let's fly kites! Then you know the answer. Where is the warm air brought by soap bubbles in spring? I know the secret, and it is hidden in my mother's washtub-when children all over the world drum their cheeks and blow, the hot air in their mouths is put into the spring breeze.

Where did spring bring us bright flowers? I know the secret, it is hidden in my mother's washtub-when all the soap bubbles are shining and falling, the seven colors of the sun melt into the land of spring! Sister marshmallow, will you take me out to play tomorrow? Rest assured, rest assured! It won't rain. Guess who ate all the clouds in the sky? Grandma Swallow is always busy. Every day, she cuts many new patterns on colored paper with scissors. Swallows are always busy. Every year, it cuts out a new dress for spring with its tail.

Ant, ant, why do you always like crawling around in the corner? Do you mistake the sunlight through the cracks in the wall for a drop of honey? Sister Butterfly, why do petals fly? Don't say, don't say, I know! They want to bring spring to the sky without flowers! How I want to be a spider! In this way, I can also weave a small silver hammock for myself on the spring flowers. "Tadpoles One by One", underwater notes, green songs with a vision for the future.

One drizzly night in the early morning sun, all the flowers in the garden rushed to open the door and show off their pearls and diamonds. -Hey, why are you still closing the doors and windows, Baihua? Shh. Last night, a little beetle came to my house to take shelter from the rain. She hasn't left yet.

Look, covered with fragrant sheets, how soundly she sleeps! Four seasons piccolo: summer.

A small petal fell on the lake, only making a circle of ripples. A little me, threw myself into my mother's arms, but I laughed all over the room.

"Shower" pieces, baking clouds, sticking to the sky; Like ice cream sticking to my sister's face. My sister washed her face with clear water, and soon it was clean.

But the sky washes its face with ink, alas, the more it is washed, the dirtier it is-crying! The sky must be a girl, too Otherwise, where did you get so many tears? "After the Rain" Under the leaves after the rain, there are shiny snails hidden; In the pond after the rain, there is a blue sky like water. But why did the land become dirtier after the rain? I asked my mother, and she smiled and said nothing. She just gently picked me up from the bathtub.

Yo, mom is like the earth! A wet fragrance "rainbow" floated in my arms.

7. Poems about seasons

First, "Spring Palace Song"

Wang Changling (Tang Dynasty)

Last night, the spring breeze blew the peach blossoms in the well, and the moon in front of Weiyang Palace hung high in the sky.

Pingyang's geisha was attracted by the emperor, who gave her a brocade robe in the cold weather outside the curtain.

Translation:

Last night, the spring breeze opened the peach blossom beside the dew well, and the bright moon in front of Weiyang Palace hung high in the sky.

Princess Pingyang's singer's new favorite Liang Wudi. Seeing the slight spring chill outside the curtain, the emperor specially gave her a brocade robe.

Second, "Jiangcun"

Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)

The clear river winds around the village, and everything in the village looks elegant in the long summer.

Swallows on the beam fly freely, and blind dates in the water are similar and accompanied.

The old lady is using a chessboard, and the younger son is making a hook with an injection.

As long as some old friends give me some money, what do I ask?

Translation:

The clear river winds through the village, and everything in the village looks elegant in the long summer.

Swallows on the beam fly freely, and Bai Ou in the water approaches each other and accompanies each other.

The old lady is drawing a chessboard with paper, and the younger son is tapping a needle to make a fish hook.

What can I expect as long as an old friend gives me some money and food?

Third, night parking near Fengqiao.

Zhang Ji (Tang Dynasty)

Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.

In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.

Translation:

The moon sets, crows crow and the sky is cold. They sleep sadly on the maple trees and fishing fires by the river.

In the lonely and quiet Hanshan Ancient Temple outside Gusu City, the bell ringing at midnight reached the passenger ship.

Fourth, "Qingpingle Village Residence"

Xin Qiji (Song Dynasty)

The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass.

Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it?

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.

My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying in the grass, peeling the lotus just picked.

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The eaves of the hut are low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass.

Wu dialect, slightly drunk, sounds gentle and beautiful. Whose is that old man with white hair?

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.

My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying on the grass at the head of the stream, peeling off the lotus just picked.

Verb (abbreviation of verb) "Look at the Xuefeng in Central South"

Zuyong (Tang Dynasty)

Looking south, the northern mountain is beautiful and snowy, like a cloud.

After the snow in Chu Qing, the afterglow of the sun shone from the forest. It was late, and Chang 'an was even more chilly.

Translation:

Looking at the end of the south, the northern mountain is beautiful and snowy, like a cloud.

In Chu Qing, the setting sun shines on the top of the forest after the snow, and in the evening, Chang 'an adds cold.

8. There are ancient poems about children describing autumn and winter seasons.

"Xue Mei" ① Southern Song Dynasty (Southern Song Dynasty)

Plum without snow without spirit, snow without poetry.

The sunset poem is full of snow all day, and Mei is ten springs.

Xue Mei ② Southern Song Dynasty (Southern Song Dynasty)

Xue Mei refused to be reduced to Spring, and the poet's pavilion commented on the pen fee.

The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a piece of Mei Xiang.

"After Snow in the Mountain" Sunny Zheng Xie.

Opening the door in the morning is full of snow, the snow is clear, the clouds are light and the sun is cold.

There is not a drop of plum blossom jelly on the eaves, which is a kind of loneliness.

Yong Xue (excerpt) Wu Liangjun in Southern Dynasties

The breeze shook the trees, and fine snow fell under the curtain.

Wandering in the air like fog, condensing your steps like flowers.

What I saw was not Yang, but Gui.

Snow Tang Gaopian

Six flying flowers came into the room and sat watching the bamboo turn into lovely branches. Now I'm aiming too high to cover up all the evil ways in the world.

"Plum Blossom" Tang Cui Daorong

Counting the calyx with snow at the beginning, it is difficult to draw a picture alone.

Flute and anxiety, oblique skills according to the disease. Against the wind, like understanding, it is easy to be destroyed.

"Looking at Snow" Song Yang Wanli

Sit and look deep, Xu Qiang evening oblique cold light. I'm tired of dancing in the air. I'm busy dealing with a little wind.

I don't hesitate to give everything I have and call it fragrance-free plum blossom jade.

"Jiang Xue" Liu Tang Zongyuan

There are no birds on a hundred mountains, no footprints on a thousand roads, a boat, a bamboo cloak, and an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue.

A suggestion for a friend Liu Tang Bai Juyi

There is a ray of green in the old bottle, a ray of red in the quiet stove, and there is a feeling of snow in the evening outside. How about a glass of wine inside? .

Meihua Wang Song Anshi

There are a few plums in the corner, and cold ling blooms alone.

Simple and beautiful with pictures and poems? Poetry with pictures:

There are paintings in poetry, as the name implies, there are poems first, and then someone draws according to what this poem describes. 1928, Feng Yuxiang, a general of the Republic of China, lived in seclusion in Zhao Pu Temple in Taishan. In his spare time, he wrote 28 limerick poems and asked masons to carve them on the finished bluestone board according to the poems.

"To Wang Lun" is a farewell poem written by Li Bai, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, to Wang Lun, a local friend, when he visited Taohuatan in Jingxian (now southern Anhui).

The first two sentences of this poem describe Wang Lun's seeing Bai off while sailing, and simply and naturally express Wang Lun's sincere feelings for Li Bai. The language of the whole poem is fresh and natural, and the imagination is rich and strange. Although there are only four 28-character sentences, it is one of the most widely circulated famous poems of Li Bai.

Xiaochi is a seven-character quatrain written by Yang Wanli, a poet in Song Dynasty. In this poem, the author uses rich and novel imagination and anthropomorphic techniques to describe in detail the characteristics and changes of natural scenery around Xiaochi.

The first sentence says that the pond is connected with running water. There is a shade on the pond. The third sentence says Xiao He came out of the water with a small pond. Dragonflies have feelings, come and be with Xiao He. It shows the poet's love for natural scenery.

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