Poems about babies

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.

Rowing peacefully

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.

Qingpingle villager ju

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.