Poetry about children's early growth

1. My family has a son who has grown into a song of everlasting regret.

The author is Bai Juyi.

The emperor of China, eager to shake the beauty of an empire, has been in office for many years, searching and never finding it. Until a child of Yang's family hardly grew up,

Growing up in the inner room, no one knew her. However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day.

If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace. It was early spring. They bathed her in a pure pool,

Warm and smooth her creamy skin. Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride.

On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head. But the nights in spring are short and the sun rises too fast.

From then on, the emperor gave up his early hearing. He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night.

There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person. The golden house was dressed up to serve the night,

When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will wander around and drink wine slowly. Sisters and brothers are in this country because she illuminates and glorifies her family.

When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire. ... rising from the Li Palace and entering the blue clouds,

The breeze is floating around with magical notes. Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes will never stare at her.

Yu Yang came and broke the tune of the rainbow skirt and feather coat. The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is faintly visible in the dust.

Thousands of chariots and horses from the southwest. More than a hundred miles west of Doumen, the imperial flag opened the way, moving and stopping.

People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths. The flower hairpin fell to the ground and no one picked it up.

A green and white Hosta and a golden hairy bird. The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears.

Hidden in the yellow dust from the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack of the steeple path. Under Emei Mountain. The last few are here,

Flags and banners lost their color in the fading sun. But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky.

He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest. The sky rotates, the sun turns to the dragon,

The emperor clung to this place and refused to leave. The memory and pain are buried in the soil of Maweipo. Where is her white face? .

Rulers and lords, when their eyes met, cried on their coats. They rode horses, loosened the reins and slowly returned to the capital. Pools, gardens, palaces, all the same as before,

Lotus in Taihu Lake, willow in Weiyang Palace. But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? .

Spring breeze blows on your face, peaches and plums bloom at night, and autumn leaves fall all over the ground after autumn rain. There are many autumn grasses in Xigong Nanyuan.

The palace leaves are full of red and not swept. Bai Fuxin, a disciple of Li Yuan, and eunuchs in her pepper yard. .

Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. He will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep ... bells and drums will slowly ring the long night,

Before dawn, the river of stars became sharp in the sky. And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning frost, and the jade is cold, so who and who * * *.

The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream. There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong, who was a guest in the sky.

Can summon the soul through his concentrated spirit. Thinking of the king, they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her.

He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere. Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring,

But he couldn't find what he wanted in two places. Then he heard a story about a magical island at sea, which is part of the invisible world.

There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth. One of them-they call it forever true,

What he is looking for is a face with snow and flowers like her. So he went to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell Shuang Perfect.

This lady, after hearing the news of Emperor China's envoy, woke up from her dream in her canopy. Pulling clothes and pushing pillows to lift Pei Hui,

The silver screen of pearl foil is opened. Because she left in such a hurry, her muddy hair ornaments hung aside, and when she came along the platform, her flowered hat was loose.

The wind blew the fairy's robe, as if she were dancing in a rainbow skirt and feather coat. Tears rolled down her sad pale face,

Just like the spring rain falls on pear flowers. But when she asked him to thank her monarch, her eyes shone with love. Since they separated, her form and voice were unfamiliar to her.

Because happiness ends in the courtyard of the sun, the moon and dawn become long in the palace of Xianshan. But when she turned to look down at the earth,

Trying to see the capital, only fog and dust. So she took out the keepsake he gave, and gave him a shell box and a gold hairpin through his messenger.

However, one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box were kept, and the gold of the hairpin and the shell of the box were broken. "Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell,

Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will. She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath.

On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world. We want to fly in heaven, two birds use one wing,

Growing together on the earth, two branches of a tree ... the earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.

2. Poems about children: green shoots, green shoots, young people say, "Develop yourself!" Pale flowers, and the young man said, "contribute yourself!" " The crimson fruit said to the young man, "sacrifice yourself!" " "Little Brother and Kitten" Ke Yan I have a little brother at home. /He is both clever and naughty. /He climbs high and low every day. /His face is covered with mud.

/Mom told him to wash his face,/Pretending not to hear him run; /Dad looked at him with a mirror./He closed his eyes and giggled. /Sister brought a Xiaohua Mall,/Clapped her paws and licked her fur,/Her eyes narrowed. "Great, great, great,/Who will play with me and hug me?" /My brother held out his little black hand,/The kitten jumped back hurriedly,/The beard pursed its head and shook it,/"Oh, no! Too dirty, too dirty, I don't want it! " /Sister laughed,/Mom and Dad frowned,/Little brother was ashamed:/"Mom! Mom! Give me a bath! " The Moon Liu Ruomin The moon in the sky 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. Cicada (Author: Lin): 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 only like to sing in trees; So, in summer,/trees become/singing umbrellas. In front of 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 extend into your window and accompany you every night. Listen, listen, the green leaves rustle in the wind. That's why we sing to you to help you relieve a lot of fatigue.

You see, you see, the small flowers full of trees are our smiling faces. Thank you for always supporting 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" 1985No. 18) You took me to the author: You took me to the blue one, and you collected everything I wanted, whether it was mountain flowers or tender grass, whether it was stones or leaves. You jump over every ditch lightly, and spring leaves your shadow; You climb every small slope, just like jumping on the roof of your house.

I heard birds singing and saw their colorful wings through the cracks in the green leaves. You tell me the names of many birds and sing their songs for me. I want to catch the fruit, and it will be in your hand at once. You are afraid that the fruit will bite my hand and wrap it in leaves.

Let me 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; Let me ask you-what flower is that with tears in its eyes? You said it was a blue flower, smiling in the spring sunshine. What about the wind? Sleep in Shan Ye's arms; What if it rains? Fall in Shan Ye's heart; What about the tramp in those days? Everyone has a warm home; What about winter? Long gone.

No matter Shan Ye's present or past, you are familiar with everything in Shan Ye; 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, full of mountain flowers, is like your splendid colorful clothes.

We are in Shan Ye, playing and chasing. Ah, it's like being on your kang, it's like being in your yard ... I was walking alone in the Woods, and my ears were filled with many faint mysterious and wonderful voices. Green camphor leaves are breathing gently, and young bamboo shoots emerge silently in the center of the earth like countless mushrooms, like white umbrellas. My mother once told us that their names were swan bacteria, and larks jumped from branch to branch like notes. The song is sweet and charming, the dew is shining and slipping quietly, and the mist is as soft as white gauze. The whole nature is like a music. The Woods in spring are the harp of life. They are playing wonderful music and poems, which gently hit my 14-year-old heart full of fantasy. In early summer, I went to sleep, and Song Yang Wanli's plum blossoms splashed her teeth, and the banana trees covered the screen window. 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.

I miss my hometown Haitang Song Yang Wanli's hometown. Today, Haitang blooms and dreams of entering Jiangxi Jinxiu Pile. At this time, although spring returns, everything is thriving, but people are old; Swallows fly back every year after offering sacrifices to the land god.

Spring is like a piece of green and white, not heavy and light weather, it is the scene of Chu Qing; In this spring, catkins will fly and fall. But this beautiful spring scenery can't be eaten, so let poetry attract it to Qiong Yao's jade cup.

Miss the hometown begonia song Yang Wanli Bamboo Pavilion, don't walk alone. Early spring is warm, willow leaves sprout and dance in the wind, which is more charming; Flowers bloom in the sun, shadows dance and rise dimly.

After a rain-eroded garden, the road is cleaner and deeper; Birds just flying out of the nest are more cheerful, and crows crow one after another, which is sweet and entertaining. The scenery here is very beautiful, but unfortunately there are few plump and beautiful begonia flowers; Begonia, a native of that hometown, lived two cold foods and disappeared.

Reading Yan Ziling's Biography of Yang Wanli in Song Dynasty and How to Make up for Han Zhongxing, there is a cool breeze as cold as ice. Send my aunt to Ding Han early, where there is Yanling! In the Song Dynasty, Yangcun Yangwanli Stone Bridge was crowded on both sides, and horses in each village were like rivers.

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

Zheng er's peace is still in the way. Why don't you work hard, back in the game? Song Yang Wanli, who lives in eastern Zhejiang and Jiangxi, added a few strands of silk to the mirror. Flowers fall six times to sparse information, and the month is thousands of miles away.

Du Li should not turn over the whale sea, but should enjoy the phoenix gathering in Longtan. Tao is Fan Chuan's frivolous killing, which makes thousands of families compare to thousands of poems.

Yang Wanli, who was injured in the Spring and Song Dynasties, intended to have fun this spring, but he still wasted an east wind. If you don't get presbyopia every year, you won't get sick if you are anxious.

Night wind song Yang Wanli Night wind is not allowed to distinguish the breeze, but it is allowed to hang heavy curtains on the ground. The sunset in Ye Ping is not covered by mountains, 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 overbearing. Why are you angry when you are cold? There will be frost in the future.

Play pen Song Yang Wanli wild chrysanthemum wild moss each casting money, resplendent and beautiful; God gives money to poor poets, only to buy sorrow and not to buy fields. Living in early summer, taking a nap, Song Yang Wan Li Mei has soft teeth of folic acid, and banana is divided into 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.

Yang Wanli's eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves sunny and soft. The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.

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

Yang Wanli's wicker brush is a hundred feet away from the silver pool, and it is only yellow. Wicker can not be dipped in water, but the willow shadow in the water guides him to grow.

3. What are the ancient poems about children's growth? 1. "Taking a nap in early summer, the first song" Song: Yang Wanlimei has soft teeth in folic acid, and the banana is divided into 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. 2, "Shepherd's Word" Tang Dynasty: Li Shechao herded cattle and drove them into the river.

Go to herd cattle at night and drive cattle in the village. Walking in the rain-covered Woods, folding and lying on the green grass, singing a little song.

The waist is full of short arrows of basil, and I am no longer afraid of tigers biting my calves. 3, "Girl Ci" Tang Dynasty: Shi Jianwu's girl is only six years old, not smart or clumsy.

In front of the main hall at night, scholars worship the new moon. 4. With Daughter in Tang Dynasty: Wei Zhuang was stupid at first sight, refused to go back to sleep and fell in love with the car.

It is reasonable to cry all night, because it costs too much to wear clothes. 5, "Guancun children playing in the water" Song Dynasty: Lu You Yu Yuxi swept the embankment to see the village children Xie Yiqing.

Bamboo and horses gallop, kites are domineering and whistling in the wind. In the third winter, I temporarily learned from Confucian scholars and practiced from my parents.

Literacy is roughly equivalent to paying tribute, so you don't have to work hard for your officials.

4. Poems about children: 1 "Su Xincheng Xugong Store" Song 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.

2, "Qingpingle Village Residence" 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 hoeing the ground in the east and west, and the second is knitting a chicken coop.

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

3, "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 on the trail.

4. The towering tripod of "village house"

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.

5. See "Qing Yuan Mei"

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. "Children Fishing" Tang

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.

7. "The Shepherd Boy" Huang Song listens to Jian

Riding an ox is far beyond a thousand villages, and the flute wind is obliquely separated from the dragon.

How many Chang 'an fame and fortune guests, organ failure is not as good as jun.

8. "Ornamental Fish" Tang Bai Juyi

Like children fishing, walk around the pool and watch the fish swim.

A person who loves fish has different hearts, so I will give you a hook.

9, "Tian Jia" Song Fan Chengda

Farming during the day, weaving at night, and the children in the village are in charge.

Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.

10, Huayingsong Sushi

On the platform of Yao, I made several phone calls but couldn't get through.

In the evening when the sun went down, Hua Ying just retired, but the moon rose again and Hua Ying appeared again.

5. Poems describing children: 1, 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.

2. "Zhou Du An Ren" 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.

3. "qingpingle? Village "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.

4, "Children make ice" Song Yang Wanli

There is no ice in the golden basin for young children, and the silk wears the silver pheasant. Knocked into a jade Qing, resounded through the forest, and suddenly the glass sounded.

5, "Su Xinshi Xugong Store" Song 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.

6. "Children Fishing" Tang

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.

7, "Homecoming Book" Tang He Zhang Zhi

Teenagers leave home, old people return, and the local accent does not change. When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from.

8. "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 on the trail.

9. "Ornamental Fish" Tang Bai Juyi

Like children fishing, walk around the pool and watch the fish swim. A person who loves fish has different hearts, so I will give you a hook.

10, with my daughter, Tang Wei Zhuang.

Seeing that people were dumb at first, they refused to fall in love with cars. It is reasonable to cry all night, because it costs too much to wear clothes.

1 1, "Living in a stream is the thing" Tang Cui Daorong

Whoever doesn't tie the boat outside the fence, the spring breeze will blow into the fishing bay. The child suspected villagers, but was anxious to go to Chai Men.

12, Huayingsong Sushi

On the platform of Yao, I made several phone calls but couldn't get through. In the evening when the sun went down, Hua Ying just retired, but the moon rose again and Hua Ying appeared again.

13, Tian Fanchengda

Farming during the day, weaving at night, and the children in the village are in charge. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.

14, Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous, Fan Song Chengda

Farming during the day, good performance at night, the children in the village mind their own business. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.

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.

16 "Early Summer Sleeping in Seclusion" Song Yang Wanli

Plums taste very sour, and after eating, the residual acid is still between the teeth; The banana is growing, and the green is against the screen. 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.

17, "Village Residence" stands tall.

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.

18, see "Qing Yuan Mei"

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.

19, Huang Song, a shepherd boy, listens to Jian

Riding an ox is far beyond a thousand villages, and the flute wind is obliquely separated from the dragon. How many Chang 'an fame and fortune guests, the organization is not as good as you.

6. What are the poems about children? Children go fishing.

A unkempt little boy learned to bow,

Sit by the raspberry moss.

Passers-by ask and wave,

Frightened fish should not be surprised.

Cunju

Grasshoppers fly in February,

The willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke.

The children came back from school early,

Dongfeng is busy, flying kites.

Gu lang yue hang

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.

Immortals drop their feet and osmanthus trees reunite.

Why do laurel trees become round in January?

Su Xinshi xugong branch

Hedges are sparse and deep,

The flowers on the branches finally turned cloudy.

The children chased Huang Die,

Flying into cauliflower is nowhere to be found.

find

The shepherd boy rode an ox,

This song shook Lin Yue.

Trying to catch cicadas,

Shut up suddenly.

Cunju

Grasshoppers fly in February,

The willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke.

The children came back from school early,

Dongfeng is busy, flying kites.

Children fishing

A unkempt little boy learned to bow,

Sit by, raspberry moss reflection.

Passers-by ask and wave,

Frightened fish should not be surprised.

And my little girl.

Seeing people vomiting at the beginning of the speech,

Refuse to go back to sleep and love the car.

A night of charming crying,

I don't like clothes and flowers.

Ikebukuro girls' ci

The little girl is only six years old, and the baby punts.

Unknown cleverness and clumsiness. Steal Bai Lianhua back.

In front of the hall at night, I can't read the traces.

Yue Bai, a scholar. Duckweed blooms together.

7. Poetry about children. Children chase pornography,

You can't see it when you fly into the cauliflower.

The baby propped up the boat and stole the white lotus back.

The children came back from school early and flew kites in the east wind.

Children and grandchildren are not prepared to farm and weave, but also learn to plant melons in the shade of mulberry trees.

A unkempt little boy sat next to blackberries and moss and learned to draw a bow.

Passers-by waved at a distance for fear that the fish would be frightened.

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 galloping children stopped at once and looked around in the cauliflower field. It can be seen that ancient poets are not only good at observing, but also good at recording dull scenes with pens, which gives them magical power. It is not only novel, but also creates various lovely children's images.