Poems reflecting children's carefree life

Yang Wanli

Hedges are sparse and deep,

The flowers at the top of the tree are not shady.

The children chased Huang Die,

Flying into cauliflower is nowhere to be found.

Children fishing in Hu Lingneng

A unkempt little boy learned to draw a bow and sat on the strawberry table next to him.

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

Yuan Mei seems to have seen it.

The shepherd boy rides an ox, and the song vibrates Lin Yue.

I was trying to catch cicadas when I suddenly shut up.

Gaoding 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.