What are the poems that describe "children playing in spring"?

The poem describing "children playing in spring" includes:

The grass is growing and the orioles are flying in the February sky, and the willows are brushing against the embankments intoxicated by the spring smoke. The children came back early from school and were busy taking advantage of the east wind to fly kites. ——"Village Residence" Gaoding, Qing Dynasty

The clouds are light and the wind is gentle. It is almost noon, and the flowers and willows are crossing the front river. At that time, people did not know Yu Xixin's joy, and they would be called young people who took leisure time to study. ——"Spring Comes Together" Cheng Hao of the Song Dynasty

Your horns are crooked, my tail is bald and fast. *** picked up the piccolo and whip, and went to compete with each other in Nan Mu Dong Gang. The sun is setting, the grass is far away, and the cows are walking late. I only know how tired the cows are and how hungry they are. The cows are singing while they are riding, and the cows are sitting down. When they return home at night, they lie down next to the cows. I have no worries about grazing cattle for many years, but I am afraid that I will lose the rent and sell my cattle. ——"Herding Cows" Gao Qi, Ming Dynasty

The light rain on Tianjie is as moist as crisp, and the color of grass looks far away but not up close. The most beautiful thing about spring is that it is better than smoke and willows all over the imperial capital. Mo Daoguan is busy as the boss, and he has no desire to pursue youth when he is young. Pingjun first went to the head of the river to see if the willow color was dark or not. ——"Two Poems by Zhang Shiba of the Ministry of Water in Early Spring" by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty

Drunk wanderers in the Qingming weather. Ying'er is crazy. Yan'er is crazy. Covered with green tassels and red tassels, the road is busy with traffic. I remember meeting each other under a weeping willow tree, wearing carved jade pendants and gold clothes. Spring is still the same old spring. Peach blossom fragrance. Lihuaxiang. Light white and deep red, all new makeup. I feel sad that the flowers are gone, but I sing a song and cry a thousand lines. ——"Jiangchengzi" Qin Guan, Song Dynasty