What are the ancient poems about Children's Day?

1, the child asked with his hand, why don't you come back? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? -Du Mu's "Going Home"

2, get up and wear new clothes, novice worship. Bow your head and be ashamed to meet people. Put your head in your hands. -Mao Xuan's "Girls' Ci"

The little girl is only six years old. In front of the main hall at night, scholars worship the new moon. -Shi Jianwu's Little Daughter Ci

4, the lost river tree in the old country, he is near the sea. After moving to the south for a long time, children can understand dialects. -Huang Furan's "With Gentlemen"

5, nothing is far away, and the imperial city Zhong Xiaoyi Xifeng. The furnace vanished, the light was dim, and the teenager opened the door with scattered snow. -Li Shangyin's Yi Kuang and Yi Shi

6. The shepherd boy rides an ox, and the song vibrates Lin Biao. Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently. -Yuan Mei "See"

7. The official calendar will be exhausted and the village will be strong. Hate cold and warmth, fear the old and cherish the disabled. As time goes by, KouRong is still uneven. Children don't know anything, singing until dawn. -Luo Yin's "In addition to the night"

8, the grass is full of pond water, and the mountain is soaked in the sunset. Cowherd's child sat on the cow's back and casually played the tune with piccolo. -Lei Zhen's "Country Night"

9. Xian Yi, young and old, left home, and the local accent has not changed. When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from. -He Zhangzhi's Homecoming Book, Part I

10, Qibi is seven or eight years old, from Wan Qi to Si Er. Doing dust and mowing grass, enjoying it all day. I have been a guest in the class for many years, and there are new silk between my temples. Every time I see a bamboo horse performance, I think of my childhood. The children had a good time, but the boss was even sadder. I don't know who is stupid when I think about it. -Bai Juyi's "Watching Children's Play"