Poems that wish children happy growth

1. Poems about the happy growth of children

Poems about the happy growth of children 1. Ancient poems about "happy growth"

1. Children return from school Early in the morning, I was busy taking advantage of the east wind to fly kites. ——Qing Dynasty: "Village Living" by Gao Ding

Interpretation: It was still early when the children in the village came home from school, so they quickly took advantage of the east wind to fly their kites into the blue sky.

2. The children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly, which flew into the cauliflower and was nowhere to be found. ——Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli "Xugong Store, Suxin City"

Definition: There are happy children running there. They are chasing yellow butterflies. The yellow butterfly flew into the yellow rapeseed flowers. The children could not tell which was the butterfly and which was the yellow flower. The butterfly could no longer be found.

3. During the day, I took the old wife on a small boat and watched the young child bathing in the clear river. ——Tang Dynasty: Du Fu's "Into the Boat"

Interpretation: On this sunny morning, I was dressed in commoner clothes, affectionately leading my old wife on the small boat, and playing drums on the Huanhua River. While enjoying the tour, the clear stream water was rippling in the sunshine. Not far away, children were bathing and playing carefree in the water.

4. The little boy used a small boat to steal white lotus leaves. ——Tang Dynasty: "On the Pond" by Bai Juyi

Interpretation: There are big lotus pods in the pond, fresh and fragrant, how tempting! A child secretly held a boat to pick a few and then rowed back quickly.

5. The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they also learn to grow melons near the mulberry tree. ——Song Dynasty: Fan Chengda's "Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons"

Interpretation: Although children do not know how to plow the fields and weave, they still learn to grow melons under the shade of the mulberry trees.

6. The old wife draws paper to make a chess game, and the young child knocks needles to make a fishing hook. ——Tang Dynasty: Du Fu's "Shao Village"

Interpretation: The old wife is drawing a chessboard with paper, and the younger son is tapping a needle to make a fishhook.

2. Ancient poems about "Happy Growth"

1. "Village Residence" by Gao Ding, Qing Dynasty The grass is growing and the orioles are flying in the February sky, and the willows are brushing against the embankment intoxicated by the spring smoke.

Children come back early from school and are busy flying kites in the east wind. 2. "Inscribed on the Monk's House in Helin Temple" Tang Dynasty Li She was in a state of drunkenness and dreaming all day long, when he suddenly heard that spring was coming and he was climbing a mountain.

I met a monk while passing the bamboo courtyard and talked to him, so I had half a day's leisure. 3. "Traveling is Difficult Part 1" Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty has a gold bottle worth ten thousand dollars worth of wine, and a jade plate worth ten thousand dollars worth of treasures.

Stopping the cup and throwing chopsticks, I can’t eat. I draw my sword and look around at a loss. If you want to cross the Yellow River, which is blocked by ice, you will have to climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang.

I was fishing on the Bixi River when I was free, and suddenly I was riding a boat and dreaming about the sun. Traveling is difficult! Traveling is difficult! There are many different roads, where are you now? There will be times when the wind blows and the waves break, and the clouds and sails are hung directly to help the sea.

4. "Farewell to Dong Da" by Gao Shi of the Tang Dynasty The yellow clouds are thousands of miles away and the sun is shining brightly, and the north wind is blowing the wild geese and snow. Don't worry about the road ahead. No one in the world knows you.

5. "Long Song Xing" Han Dynasty Yuefu has hundreds of rivers from the east to the sea, when will it return to the west? If a young man does not work hard, the old man will be miserable.

3. Ancient poems describing "children grow up quickly"

1. "Weichuan Tian Family"

Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei

< p> The setting sun shines on the countryside, and the cattle and sheep return home in the back alleys.

The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn tree.

Pheasants and wheat seedlings are everywhere, silkworms are sleeping on mulberry leaves.

Tianfu came to hoe, and we met each other and talked to each other.

This is the time when I am envious and leisurely, and my sadness fades away.

Translation: The village is covered with the afterglow of the setting sun, and the cattle and sheep return one after another along the deep alleys.

The old man misses his grandson who is grazing, and his stick and stick are waiting for him at the firewood gate of his house.

The pheasants are crowing, the wheat is about to ear, the silkworms are sleeping, and the mulberry leaves are thin.

The farmers returned to the village with their hoes in hand, laughing and loving each other.

Why don’t I envy such comfort? I couldn't help chanting "The Decline" with sadness

2. "Children's Fishing"

Tang Dynasty: Hu Linneng

A boy with a shaggy head learns fishing and sits sideways on a strawberry Carex reflects the body.

Passers-by asked me to wave, fearing that I would be frightened and ignored.

Translation: A child with disheveled hair is learning to fish, sitting sideways on the moss with his figure silhouetted against the green grass.

When someone asked for directions, he would wave his little hand from afar because he did not dare to answer loudly for fear that the fish would be scared away.

3. "Village Evening"

Southern Song Dynasty: Lei Zhen

The pond is full of grass and water, and the setting sun on the mountain is soaked in cold ripples.

The shepherd boy returns and rides on the cow's back, playing the piccolo without any tune.

Translation: Green grass has grown over the pond, and the water in the pond has almost overflowed the bank. The green mountains in the distance, holding the red sunset in their mouths, reflected their shadows in the water, flashing with sparkling waves. The little shepherd boy rode on the back of the cow and slowly returned home. He held a piccolo and played it casually without a fixed tune.

4. "Odd Book on Returning to Hometown"

Tang Dynasty: He Zhizhang

When a young boy leaves home and his elder brother returns home, his local pronunciation remains unchanged but his hair on his temples fades.

Children who don’t recognize each other laugh and ask where the guest is from.

Translation: I left my hometown when I was young and came back in my old age. Although my local accent has not changed, the hair on my temples has become thinner. When the children saw me, no one recognized me. They smiled and asked: Where did this guest come from?

5. "Happy to see my cousin but say goodbye"

Tang Dynasty: Li Yi

After ten years of separation and chaos, they reunited when they grew up.

Asking for the last name surprised me when I first met, and calling me by name recalled my old appearance.

Don’t come to Canghai, let’s talk about the sunset.

On Baling Road tomorrow, the autumn mountains will be different.

Translation: After nearly ten years of war and displacement, we unexpectedly met each other when we grew up. When we first met, we didn't know each other and asked him his name and surname. After saying his name, he remembered his old face. I couldn't finish talking about the changes in world affairs after parting, and kept talking about the bells ringing in the temple at dusk. Tomorrow you will climb the Baling Ancient Road again. How many more sorrows will there be in the autumn mountains?

4. Can you help me find a poem about "primary school students growing up happily", thank you

Growing up in the sun

The fog is dancing lightly, < /p>

Everywhere is fresh and clear.

A touch of Yuandai crooned.

Watching earnestly in the gentle wind,

The sunshine climbed up the backbone of the mountain.

Decorate the earth with splendor and brightness,

The graceful charm is lightly caged on the treetops and grass tips.

Thousands of miles of blue sky washed by the sun,

like a vast ocean.

The flowers and plants bathed in the sun,

also shine brightly.

The warm sunshine flows continuously,

Covering the earth with gorgeous neon clothes.

The grass grows happily against your chest.

The flowers cling to your arms,

blooming with fragrance.

The sunshine gives people wings,

The cheerful laughter ripples in the breeze.

The birds show off their crisp singing voices,

bringing joy into people’s hearts.

The fish are playing in the fishing net

Flying happily in the beautiful paradise.

5. Ancient poems describing the rapid growth of children

1. Riding an ox far past Qian Village, the wind of flute can be heard diagonally across the Long River. There are so many famous people in Chang'an who are not as good as you if they run out of agencies. ——Huang Tingjian's "Shepherd Boy"

2. The children ran away in a hurry to chase the yellow butterfly, which flew into the cauliflower and was nowhere to be found. ——Yang Wanli "Xugong Store, Suxin City"

3. Herding cattle in the morning, herding cattle in the river. Grazing cattle at night, herding cattle across the village and valley. The lotuses come out of the forest, the spring rain is gentle, and the reed pipes blow the green sedge. If you plant basil and arrows all over your waist, you will not be afraid of tigers bullying yellow calves. ——Li She's "Shepherd Boy's Ci"

4. After sixty years of adorning jade beads, who taught Ming Lu to become a poet. The floating clouds are not tied to Bai Juyi, and the inaction of creation means Lotte. The boy can sing the song of Everlasting Sorrow, and the Hu'er can sing the pipa piece. The article has been widely read, making me miss you and feel sad. ——"Diao Bai Juyi" by Xuanzong Li Chen

5. Walking along the river in the afternoon, the water is clear and flowing under my feet. The rocks in the water are as big as buckets, and fish swim gently around them. The little shepherd boy was so shy that he squatted naked on the edge of the field. He called the big flower dog in his mouth and held the old scalper in his hand.

——"Picture of Herding Cows"

6. Please ask for a seven-character poem that parents hope their children will grow up happily

Original acrostic:

"Seven Rhymes·Growth"

Author: kbm1518

Once the childbirth family is in a state of joy,

The first place will win the favor of everyone.

The father cherishes the hope that the son will grow up,

The virtues of the mother will continue to shine.

Nurturing rare talents in a small way,

I hope that my children will become successful.

Children and bamboo horses are virtuous and virtuous,

The Master said in poems that he is filial, virtuous and healthy.

Speak quickly and earnestly,

Enjoy it and make progress.

Play with great results,

Treat elders and younger ones with dignity and respect.

Discipline oneself, be lenient to others, be simple and arrogant,

Poems and poems express the aspirations of China.

7. Poems about happy growth

Why can’t I learn the comfort and tolerance of the sky? Why is my sadness just covered with sadness? Why do I only tie myself to poetry? Together, we are whipped repeatedly with the whip of melancholy and pain. Why do I always want to cry when I think of you, the people I love? Why do I always dream of sad rice and despairing wheat? Why do I always stay up all night and let a lonely snake bite me? Eat Your Own Heart Why can’t I write happy poems? ! If you ask what is happiness? I said it was writing poetry, which can express people's emotions and broaden their minds.

I write with my heart every day, and my thoughts are rolling like a river. Although life is not what I want, I am still living happily. Poetry gives me strength and keeps me from being confused by love. As long as there is love in my heart, that is enough.

I know that success depends on hard work, and the pie will not fall from the sky. If you want a better tomorrow, you must work hard. If a person has passion in his heart, what does it matter if he encounters setbacks? Only by experiencing the ups and downs of life can we understand what life is.

I use poetry to write about life, and use poetry to criticize ugliness. I express the love and hate in my heart to the people in the world. Poetry carries my dreams and my beliefs. Poetry is also my motivation, giving me the strength to explore.

It is not an exaggeration to say that poetry has a soul. I write my heart with my own hand. I can see the passion in the world. Happy poetry is inseparable from life. It is the depth of the poet's passion and romance. The art of soul release, if you have that soul mystery in your life, if you feel the beautiful melody of life, your life will be like a slow warm current, and if you have a flowing cloud, your life will be a happy poem. A song goes like this: People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, the moon waxes and wanes, and it is impossible to do it all in ancient times." If you savor it carefully, this is really the truth. Everyone's growth is accompanied by happiness and troubles. No one is smooth sailing. Happiness and trouble are like alternating days and nights. Without the light of day, there would be no darkness of night. Without the tranquility of night, there would be no hustle and bustle of day. So we are living in happiness and trouble. We all like happiness but hate it. Trouble, but trouble is always like an uninvited guest. I remember when I just learned to crawl, I was always worried about not being able to get my beloved doll. When I learned to run, I especially wanted to go with other children. I was playing in the mud by the river and trying to be a little kid, but my mother just grabbed me and told me: "Girls, don't be so naughty and be clean." Looking at my friends, you splash me and I praise you, I don't know what's going on. How envious! When I was about to get close to the little cat and touch its soft and smooth fur, it jumped off the bed. I couldn't catch up with it, so I rolled on the bed and called my mother. I believe it. You who are the same age as me have also had the same experience as me! Now let’s put aside all the troubles and talk about happiness! I am an innocent, romantic, lively and cute little girl. I am only twelve years old. A childhood that others envied. It was a colorful and dreamy childhood, so I had more happiness than others. When I saw the peacock opening its tail in the zoo, I shouted with joy: Look! Look! It is welcoming me." I would naively think that the peacock was using this unique way to welcome my distinguished guest. When I got the cake bought by my mother, I would join my friends. We were eating and making trouble, and in the end we all turned into little tabby cats, looking at each other and laughing non-stop, so there was nothing to worry about! When I got the bright red certificate and ran home to show it to my mother, my excitement could not be expressed in words. It seemed that all the efforts I had made in the past were worth it, all for this moment. Of course, my happiness is still there There are so many, so many, that I couldn’t even finish them in three days and three nights! The love of my father and mother also makes me feel extremely happy. I love this wonderful world, which is full of freshness. Every novel thing makes me nostalgic and excited. I would like to use my brain full of wisdom to discover things that are new to me. I use my eyes to understand the world. However, as the New Year’s bell rang again and again, I gradually grew up. I started to go to elementary school. I no longer needed my mother’s support and began to learn to live by myself. I My worries also came as I grew up. They were not like they could be solved with a candied haws of water before. I began to have new worries: Why do I have to enter the classroom as soon as the bell rings and can't I play for a while? Why won't my mother let me touch anything? I want to learn to do housework by myself. I feel like a bird in a cage, as if I suddenly have no freedom. I have to do homework that I can never finish every day. My friends are getting fewer and fewer, and my mother often If I'm not allowed to go out, I can only stare at myself in the mirror in a daze. Do you think I'm pitiful? But later, I gradually learned to face these troubles with an optimistic and calm heart; I challenged these troubles with an enterprising spirit. When I couldn't solve a question, it really bothered me, but I was no longer so worried. I am annoyed and no longer so upset. As long as I think about the pride and satisfaction I feel when I am praised by the teacher and praised by my mother after solving the problem independently, I have more patience. Face the troubles with a smile, The troubles will naturally be solved. Give the troubles a little more patience, perseverance, and a smile, and the troubles will naturally smile back at you and invite happy brothers to play with you. The troubles are like a long rainy day, and you hate it being wet. I hate that it is dirty, and it will seem longer. If you be patient with it, it will naturally respond to you with a clear sky. But if there are no long rainy days, how can you experience the joy of a rainbow hanging high and the sun rising in the east? Woolen cloth? "How can plum blossoms be so fragrant without being chilled to the bone? So sometimes I have to thank troubles, which allow me to experience more in life, understand more, and better cherish the happiness I have. In short, trouble and happiness are two notes that alternately jump in my growth. Life without trouble is boring and monotonous. Similarly, without

A happy life is also bleak. Troubles and happiness constitute my colorful childhood. They will continue to grow with me.

8. Poems about happy growth

1. Tree

You grow slowly in spring,

enjoying the warm sunshine,

tenaciously fighting against the wind and rain,

Tenacity is written with indomitability.

Maybe, you are not worthy of your own fragrance,

Or, you don’t want to have children,

When the birds gather in your arms,

High-spirited and high-spirited,

You are just shaking the leaves on your body

Silently dedicating a piece of shade

2. Growth

Birds move to new nests

Flowers spread fresh fragrance

I read the drunken sunset

Bibles spread out on the ground

The sky is full of bizarre phenomena

The eagle circling in a circle

The vivid brows have been lost

The wrinkled and mottled spine< /p>

In the shabby high flight

Falling off my tired wings

In the long-lost haven

The swan stands like a calm statue< /p>

The sculls beat against the waves of the sea of ??people

Life has more profound thoughts