There are poems about childhood.

1. childhood children's fishing poems [Tang]

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.

The village house is high [clear]

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 flew kites in the east wind.

Qing Ping Le Cun Ju [Song] Xin Qiji

Mao Yan is low and small, with green grass.

When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white.

The eldest son hoes beans and the second son weaves chicken coops.

I like the death of children best. I lie on the stream and peel lotus flowers.

Su Xinshi Xugong Store [Song] Yang Wanli

The hedge is thin and deep, and the flowers at the head of the tree are not shaded.

The children ran after Huang Die, flew into the cauliflower, but disappeared.

On Pool [Tang] Bai Juyi

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

Can't understand the hidden traces, duckweed blooms together.

[Ming] See "Yuan Mei"

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

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

"Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous" [Song] Fan Chengda

Tilling during the day, the results are numb at night, and the children in the village are in charge.

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

2. Poetic years describing childhood: Author of Southern Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli's Works: Xugong Store in Su Xincheng Content: The hedges are sparse all the way, and the trees are not shaded.

The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again. Year: Southern Song Dynasty Author: Xin Qiji Works: Qingping Music Content: Look up the Li Anyun pine and bamboo seen in Mountain Garden Book, and then do everything well.

The meat and liquor at the head of the bed are cooked with crutches first. Children are stealing a long pole in Lizaoshan Garden in Xifeng.

Don't surprise others. I will sit quietly and watch. Time: Northern Song Author: Su Shi's works: Whispering Content: I am bent over for rice, abandoned my family because of wine, and my mouth is tired.

Come back, who won't take you back? It feels like the past is not the present. Before the dew, the husband pointed to the way home, and the laughter in front of the door was childish.

Old chrysanthemums are barren, and new pine trees are black and old, just like now! However, the small window made Chai Fei close his knees, and the scepter looked at the lonely clouds flying at dusk. Clouds come out unintentionally, and birds will know when they are tired. This is unintentional. Hey! Come back, I forgot myself and the world today.

Relatives have nothing to say, and piano books have real taste. The steps are rugged, the river is gentle and graceful, and the spring water flows in the dark valley.

It is glorious to see every grass and tree. If you feel conscious, I can live and rest! How long will it take to regain your mind? What does the unconscious emperor want? Who will decide whether to stay or not? Where does the fairy know? Wealth is not my ambition. But when you know that you are screaming on the mountain near the water, you are drunk.

What is more doubtful about the fate of this life? And ride the current and stop when you encounter obstacles. Note: Tao Yuanming is endowed with words without sound.

I have ruled Dongpo and built a snow hall on it. Everyone laughs at its ugliness, but Dong Yifu (Yue) of Poyang enjoys it exclusively, calling it a neighbor.

Is to take the word "go home" and add some words to make it sound, so as to leave Yifu. It's fun to write children's songs, follow Dongpo, make peace with thunder, and buckle corners for festivals.

3. The poem "Children's Poetry" describing childhood life-Don Ludian has a natural mood and pink cheeks.

When a stranger sees you at first sight, his first language is more pity. His arms are as fat as a donkey, and his skin is softer than cotton.

When the head grows, it can cover the forehead, and the angle gradually decreases. There's nothing to worry about if you break up.

A row of official soldiers shouted in front of the painting hall. Sing the willows together, sing the lotus together.

Take the embankment with drizzle, and flush the lane with light smoke. Tender bamboo rides a horse, and Xinpu breaks the whip.

Young warblers are in the golden snail system, and cats have colored silk collars. Holding cranes to Qingdao drives geese into warm spring.

Huayang competes for snow, and elm leaves collect money. The tin mirror is hung on the chest, and the silver beads are hung on the ears.

The head is wrapped in a stork and the sleeves are covered with branches. Wine warms cinnabar, and tea urges Xiaoyu to fry.

Frequently invited to raise money, when begging for embroidery needles to wear. Cherish red beans and make up jewels.

The costume is covered with a mattress, and the hat is wearing boots and felt. Exhibition painting tends to be three saints, and the screen opens to laugh at seven sages.

The storage of green apricots is small, and the forehead is green and round. I was shocked, with tears all over my face and saliva all over my face.

Tired of reading books, hate drugs, cleverly postpone. Write it down and hide it.

You are welcome to beat the drums and pluck the strings of the game god. The curtain blows the hook, and the kite pushes the goose column.

Chess and road painting, flute is short of sound. The angry guest fell asleep at the beginning, and the monk was half-meditating.

Look for spiders and poor roofs, and explore birds all over the rafters. Throw the fruit and open your mouth, hide the hook.

In the evening, we get together and play on the swing. Fold bamboo into mud swallows, add silk and put paper kites.

Praise each other's water cymbals and teach each other how to spin. This flag is cut with red silk, and this book is cut with blue.

Spread the pigeon net far away and control the flying line low. Slang is always telling the truth, and folk songs are circulated everywhere.

The concealed window eyebrows are bent at the beginning, and the arm is connected. Fight for grass as the spring path, and fight for the ball out of the backcourt.

Liu sits beside herself, and the bottom of the flower wants to sleep. Wait for the front fence of the magpie and listen to the edge of the building.

Butterflies stick to branches and cicadas stick to trees. The flat island is boasting, and the cliff is proud of its edge.

Small footprints on tender moss, complete footprints on Zita Law's shoes. Competition refers to the cloud, and the bright moon is called the sky.

Did the ants find their way? Beehives were piled up around the steps. The firewood sings back to the deep mountain, and the ox sings down the distant river.

Make firewood for the house and hold a banquet with mud. It's dangerous to build a high platform stone and jump a steep tower brick.

Suddenly climbed the neighbor's tree and stole the boat in Houchi. Xiang Tuo is called Teacher's Day, and Ganluo is an auspicious year.

When you were in the Ming Dynasty, you could be virtuous and persuade me to reduce my madness. "Children are fishing"-Don Hu Lingneng's unkempt child learned to bow his head and sit by the raspberry moss.

Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by. "Su Xinshi Xugong Store"-Song Yang Wanli hedges are sparse all the way, and the trees are not shaded.

The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again. "What I See"-The beautiful shepherd boy of Qingyuan rode a yellow ox, and his singing made Lin Yue sing.

Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently. "Village Residence"-Ding Cao Chang Ying flies in February, and the willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke.

The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind. "To Wild Children"-Don Wei Zhuang admires your ignorance and wildness, posing and laughing at people.

Riding an ox at dusk, I would like to ask Minister Zhongxing. Shepherd boy-Qi Tang Buniu rides for free, and the spring breeze is drizzling.

Among the green hills and grass, there is a flute and a hemp fiber. Sing at sunrise and clap your hands at the moon.

Who is like you? Nothing, nothing. "Watching the children in the village play by the stream" —— Song's "Rainy stream sweeps the embankment flat, watching the children in the village Xie Yixian"

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. The Shepherd's Poem —— Jiyuan, Zhang Tang, herded cattle and surrounded the village with thick grain.

The hungry bird pecked the cow's back and prevented me from playing with my head. Into the vicious grass, many cows spread out and sang to the reeds when they were white.

Blowing leaves across the embankment should be accompanied by three or four whips. "Niu Niu eats grass and doesn't touch each other, and the lawsuit is broken!" Pastor Tang Li's ci involves herding cattle down the river in the Tang Dynasty.

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. "Shepherd"-Tang Yinluan's shepherd knows no one, wearing straw sandals and a bamboo hat.

The sunshine in the morning is not outstanding, and the dew is half wet. In February and March, the grass in the plain turns green.

Riding cattle in March and March, grazing in front of the village and behind the village. The flute is just a stroke, and all the children sing and dance together.

Look at the sky, ride their cows home.

4. What are the poems about "Miss Childhood"? 1. I advise you not to cherish golden clothes, and I advise you to take your childhood with you. You can fold flowers straight, don't wait until there are no flowers. -"Witch"

2. I remember the first song sung by Jin Luan, the spring breeze makes the country rich and strong, and now it is thin and old. -Ouyang Xiu's "Linjiang Fairy"

Interpretation: I remember when I first entered the first place, I was proud of my spring breeze and thought I had a bright future. But now he is humble and old.

At that time, I enjoyed flowers, but now I don't even have half a flower. -Yan Shu's Magnolia

Interpretation: The people who accompanied me to enjoy the flowers in those years, now look carefully, and less than half of them are around.

In those days, I said I wanted to be happy and didn't want to rest until dawn. -Ling Huchu's "Four Zaqu Children's Tour"

Interpretation: The meaning and happiness of the past have long passed, and poets can only drink until dawn.

5. At the end of the year, when I think of the place I have passed, I still remember that the pole is half inclined and the forest is sparse. -Nalan Xingde's "Water Regulation Title, Title Xishan Autumn Cool Map"

Commentary: I still remember the sight of Wei Yun in the sparse forest at sunset. In the thatched cottage at the top of the cliff, an old monk was meditating.

6. Sitting alone and thinking about the past, you will never cry. -Chen Mi's "Miao Ji Temple"

Interpretation: I sit alone and miss the past, and my skirt is wet with sad tears.

7. Remembering the past is like knitting. I miss my old country and feel empty. -Sadulla's "Man Jiang Hong"

Interpretation: I miss the past and feel sad as a net. I miss my hometown and leave my past behind.

8. Tomb-Sweeping Day, rainy and sunny, is in its prime. -Xue's Qingming Festival

Interpretation: During the Qingming Festival, after the rain, I am still young.

9. I am young and have not stopped fighting in the southeast. -Xin Qiji's "Nanxiangzi" went to Jingkou Gu Beiting Huai.

Interpretation: When he was young, Sun Quan became the commander-in-chief of the three armed forces. He can occupy the southeast, persist in the war of resistance and never bow to the enemy.

10. Today is not as good as before, and it will not be today in the future. -Bai Juyi's "Looking for Spring in Dongcheng"

Interpretation: The present is not as good as the past, and the future must be worse than the present.

I miss my childhood. Poetry is like a dream.

Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so I slept soundly and didn't consume wine.

Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there.

Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin.

Dianjiangchun

Lonely boudoir, one inch sad and tender. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.

Leaning against the post is just not in the mood! Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken.

Li Qingzhao, a piece of plum

Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn.

Gently untie Luo Shang,

Alone in the blue boat.

Who sent the brocade book?

When the word goose came back,

The west building is full of moons.

Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles.

A kind of acacia,

Two luxury.

I can't eliminate this situation,

Just frown,

But in my heart.

Jiao Shan (Li Shangyin)

Never wear a long rope,

It's hard to hate water when it goes to the clouds.

If you want to buy the sea from Magu,

A cup of spring dew is as cold as ice.

Linjiang county Yang Shen

The Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away heroes. Success or failure has turned empty, the green hills are still there, and the sunset is a few degrees red.

The white-haired hermit by the river has long been used to the changes of time. A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet, and many things in ancient and modern times are paid in a joke.

Li Yu's Ci "Wu Ye Tune"

Hualin thanked Chunhong and left in a hurry, but the cold rain came early and the wind came late, and the tears were intoxicating. When will it be heavy? Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.

Once the youth is gone, it will never come again, and you will never see the arrival of the next day. Encourage yourself in time, time waits for no one. Tao Qian

Can't you see that the Yellow River flows into the ocean all over the world and never comes back? Can't you see that the lovely lock in the mirror of the high hall, although it is silky black in the morning, turns into snow at night. -Li Bai

Heaven and earth, the journey of all things; Time flies and generations have passed. -Li Bai

Life is like a blink of an eye, just suddenly. -Zhuangzi

Flowers still bloom every year, but they are different from year to year. Liu Xiyi

Time flies and makes people old, and the sun and the moon run like teenagers. -Great.

It passed like this, day and night! Confucius

Tomorrow follows tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows. I will wait for tomorrow, and everything will be wasted. If the world is tired tomorrow, it will go to Qiu Lai as a veteran in spring. Watch the water flow eastward and the sunset at dusk. A hundred years tomorrow can be geometric, please listen to my song of tomorrow. (Wen Jia "Tomorrow Song")

The Yellow River flows east and the white sunset sets in the west. Passing through Sichuan, drifting and not treating each other. -Li Bai

Flowers bloom again and people are no longer young. -Guan Hanqing

6. What are the sentences describing childhood? 1. Childhood is a glass of life, childhood is a sweet dream, and childhood is our future dream!

2. Childhood is as sweet as candy; Childhood is as pure as lily; Childhood is as beautiful as a garden.

3. "Childhood dreams, colorful dreams; Childhood songs, happy songs; A string of childhood footprints; The stories of childhood are piled up. " Can this song remind you of a wonderful childhood? In those colorful years, many things happened, not as brilliant as the stars. My childhood was wonderful and there were many things worth remembering. ...

Recalling that childhood, my kind mother and kind father made me feel extremely happy.

Childhood life is like a colorful dream, which makes people miss and yearn for it. Funny things that happened in my childhood often bring me good memories.

6. Childhood makes the mountain greener, the water bluer, the dense birch forest on the mountain, dozens of families at the foot of the mountain, three generations of grandparents and grandchildren, six brothers and sisters, hardworking father and kind mother, of which I am the one with two horns.

7. Dream back to childhood, childhood memories, distant mountains are generally silent, only two yellow leaves are attached to the eyes, cool.

The pure white clouds are our happy past, the abundance of the lake is our true feelings, and the dew-like laughter is stirring in the air.

9. Childhood is also a lonely game. It is a helpless game for me to play alone. The theme of the game is always-tadpoles looking for their mothers.

10. The dream of childhood is the steed galloping on the red soil, which we worship. A horse that embodies strength has always been our pursuit. How we wish to ride the horse we worship! Unfortunately, it didn't come true, but we have been pursuing it. Gradually, we have developed a habit of cherishing what we have and not abandoning anything when we see it. When we were young, we were as tender as water!

1 1. Although the world is big and time is fast, there is always an unchanging hometown dream, childhood bitterness, childhood joy, childhood footsteps, smiling face of the red sun and unknown secrets of childhood. In the course of life, success or failure, honor or shame, childhood games are a landscape that will always remain in my heart.

12. My childhood dream was to paddle a boat with green water, on which we happily sang songs and paddled. Splashed everywhere, we are still rowing tirelessly in the afterglow, because we have a belief that we will reach the other shore. We won't let go, we won't give up, and we won't cry no matter how hard and tired we are. We are as strong as a mountain in childhood!

7. Cherish childhood sentences Cherish childhood sentences

1. My childhood is golden. Let me put on my ideal wings and fly high.

In a word, there are few traces left by my childhood, but fortunately, I have good memories, which enable me to recall those unforgettable days. Childhood is really short, it is like a candy, which makes people miss its sweet taste.

I don't want to wave away my thoughts, let alone wander. Then, the picture through time and space unfolds in my mind, which is reflected in the year when water flows backwards. Until, I have been longing for the space, until, I deeply cherish my childhood.

4. Childhood is a dream, dreaming of grandma's bridge. Childhood is a bridge, and then the road to the future. Childhood is the way to keep us away from childhood. Childhood is the wind and the clouds are blowing. Childhood is a cloud, and the New Year turns into rain. Childhood is rain, which nourishes the new flowers. Childhood is a flower, watch the sunset glow with me.