Poems about children in June

1. Children's poems about June are full of flowers and sweet laughter, and their faces are full of June days.

The white duck is swimming in the clear water, and both boats are rowing with wooden paddles. Chang 'e envies Children's Day, and the Weaver Girl is lazy to be a fairy.

Who is in charge of Yaotai? Xin Lei in her childhood. In the noisy days of flowers, June bid farewell to the season of spring breeze, the crystal clear and pure spiritual jade curtain slowly opened on the stage, and the little angel with heavy makeup babbled colorful stories full of trees. Who covered his excited eyes with a wet red handkerchief? Go to sleep, dear, it's already dark, and Black Lightning's tear has been sewn up, so don't worry about the rain coming in.

I don't need to stay on the edge of your dream, but use my roots to protect you, protect me and protect the night. The only candle, cold hands, your bed is as clear as waves, and the wind hides the clouds well.

Come and play deep water with you tomorrow. Go to sleep, baby. The knocker has been painted on the old Hongqiao, and the lake is still drinking. I see you again after all these years. On this late autumn shore, baby, I hold your swimming fish in my arms. My heart dances like clouds and sunshine in London in May. After the fog cleared, the river gave way to the grass, just like when I let you go and ran away, your round face was in a daze all autumn. It's like I'm facing it. I can think of it if you close your eyes and stare blankly. In the afternoon, you convey fragrance and drizzle. In the afternoon, you blushed and the sunshine was wild. You have blossomed on the lake, and the moonlight is a little cold tonight, separated by weeping willows. Therefore, the memory is a bit long and a bit sad. Baby, go to sleep. I sleep with you, and the transparent sleep makes me sleep beautifully. Just like you, let the birds go home and let the chapped lips sleep again. I will always remember my childhood. When I was a child, my mother told me that when you grow up, you can go far away, walk a long way and travel all over Qian Shan. At that time, I looked forward to ... I looked forward to it. When I grow up, I can fly away like an adult and walk a long way in life. I have traveled all over Qianshan's childhood memories. Childhood is always beautiful and warm in my dreams. Very pure. My mother drew a beauty mole on her forehead when her daughter was five years old, and it has been stuck in her heart 30 years ago today. Mom/mom's mother also posted one for her, which is this beauty mole. My mother has been hiding for 30 years, and my daughter is flying on the way to the festival. Mother walked in the scenic spot where her daughter jumped. A string of Sugar-Coated Berry loudly peddled the bow on her little daughter's head and flew to Sugar-Coated Berry, so she kissed the old lady's forehead. Then a fiery beauty spot was reflected in the mirror. On June 1st, the old lady smiled brightly. She also told a story, "I showed one to my daughter-it was not so fresh more than 30 years ago." My little daughter suddenly made the old lady bend over. She took the beauty mole off her forehead, put it on her forehead and said, "Grandma, happy June 1!" " In the morning, we released a flock of white pigeons. We released a flock of white pigeons. On the morning of Children's Day, the morning glow of the morning sun shines through countless transparent hearts. The flying dove took away all our blessings, ideals, hopes and longings! Pigeons whistle over the campus where the five-star red flag Ran Ran rises, and we pay tribute to the solemn national flag. The blood and life of outstanding Chinese sons and daughters dyed the national flag red, and the belief that a nation and a country should have sovereignty and respect the motherland above all else was deeply implanted in our hearts, and the fiery soul of the Chinese nation was reborn. Strings of singing white clouds are swimming in the clear sky of Wan Li. We grow up in the warm embrace of the motherland like small trees, seedlings and flowers. In the bright classroom, we learn the nutrition of knowledge. In the lively playground, we let go of our childhood feelings. In a strange network, we try our best to practice our high-tech skills. In our childish fantasies, we landed on Venus and Mercury again and again. Our festive flowers, colorful flags and beautiful balloons laugh at our happy mood, but we prefer to weave the smiling faces like flowers into a huge garland. Lovely, these children, beautiful or not, are all lovely! Well, the mother of a poor child must have the most stories! The poor child's mother must be the most anticipated! With these cuteness, no matter how shabby you dress, you still feel indispensable among friends ... love your mother, love her story, love your mother! Look at her. She looks at you in rags and misses you in rags. Smile happily and love your mother, because she is lovely-just like you! Why is the sun so bright on June 1st? Why are the flowers on June 1st so fragrant? Why is the red scarf on June 1 so bright? Why are the children on June 1 so happy ... You know, he knows, and everyone knows. The festival of teenagers all over the world is coming, and the most childish festival in the world is now.

Why is the song "June 1st" so nice? Why is the "June 1st" dance so sentimental? Why is the story of "June 1st" so attractive? Why is the "June 1" rally so festive ... You know, he knows, and everyone knows. Songs and dances, stories and parties express children's happiness. Today's seedlings will surely grow into towering trees.

We are young eagles out of the nest, and tomorrow we will fly very high. We are budding flowers, and tomorrow will be colorful and charming.

We are who we are, and the red scarf burns on our chest. Please see, tomorrow we will lift the mountains, stir up the rivers, hold up the modern motherland and fly to the golden goal ... The dust that bounced off in May will usher in the time of June, and the melodious gongs and drums will merge into a happy ocean. In the classroom and playground, what is lively is the innocent sunshine and shade of our children. What a happy day it is to collect the laughter of our childhood, because today is a festival for children all over the world. On this happy day, let's wish our partners all over the world a happy holiday. The flowers in June 1 day are colorful, and the sunshine in June 1 day is dazzling. Dear teachers and classmates, we are young eagles in the new century, we are beating with the pulse of the times, we are breathing with the motherland, and we will hand in an excellent answer sheet to our mother with actions.

2. The poem about June is beautiful and elegant.

In June, lotus flowers filled the lake.

Red clothes and green fans reflect clear waves.

Mulan boat is like a girl selling flowers.

Picking a lotus home loves many children.

Xiuzhu village

Grandma in the country,

My family lives by the river.

I only smell cuckoo when I go out.

There are paths in the forest.

The green bamboo garden behind the house,

The buttonwood tree in front of the house.

My cousin took my hand,

Catch fish by the river.

A midsummer night in Taoyuan

Adults shake the cattail leaf fan,

Children catch dragonflies.

Cicada sing freely in that tree,

Whether you listen or not.

Talking about what happened in the world,

Free and relaxed.

Lay down with hemp fiber,

Count the stars in the sky.

Zhou Nan litchi Dan in June, ten thousand clusters more clusters.

The crimson snow is bright red, and the jade pot is crystal clear and cold.

Gao Ming wrote new songs, and Fang Wei once recommended "Big Official".

The frost in Five Blessingg is still there, and a few oblique piles of stones are withered.

Father plows the original field, and son hoes the mountain.

The grain is not obvious in June, and the housekeeper has repaired the warehouse.

Clouds poured out and poured down like ink, but a mountain range was exposed on the horizon, bright and fresh, and the splashing water was like white pearl gravel, splashing on the boat.

Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle.

On the night of June 3rd, I heard cicada Bai Juyi.

Lotus Qing Xiang dew drops, willow good wind.

On the third night of Weiyue, the new cicada made its first sound.

At first glance, I was worried about Beike. I listened to Tokyo.

I have a bamboo house, don't come to cicada again.

I wonder who rowed the boat last month.

3. Poems about children 1 describing children. Riding an ox is far beyond a thousand villages, and the flute is separated from the dragon.

How many Chang 'an fame and fortune, organ failure is not as good as jun-Huang Tingjian's "The Shepherd Boy" 2. The children ran after Huang Die and flew into the cauliflower.

-Yang Wanli's Xugong Store in Su Xincheng 3. Cattle are herded in the morning and driven into the river. 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.

-Li She's "The Shepherd's Poetry" 4. Sixty years after Jade Lotus Pearl, who taught Ming Lu to be a poet? Floating clouds are not Bai Juyi, so they are naturally happy.

A boy will hate Long song, and Hu Er will play the pipa. The article is full of people, and I once missed you.

-Xuanzong Li Yu "Hanging Bai Juyi" 5. Walking by the river in the afternoon, the river is clear and flowing under my feet. The stone in the water is as big as a bucket, and the fish swim gently beside it.

The little shepherd boy huddled shyly in the fields and fields. Shouting a big dog in his mouth and holding a cow in his hand.

-"The Cowherd Map" 6. Clear water around the mountains and rivers in Qingtan, holding hands with friends to put paper kites. Willow lightly refers to getting drunk, and it is suspected that it is a dream of childhood.

-Xuan Zhiweng 7. There is half bow moss in Song Yin, so I'm too lazy to read. Bored, I went to the fountain to water the banana. The pattering sound startled the children who were playing. They thought it suddenly began to rain.

-one of the eight poems of Yang Wanli's "Early Summer Nap". When you leave home young, your local accent will not change. When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from.

-He Zhangzhi's "Back to Hometown" 9. The children in the village plow the fields all day and night. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.

-Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous 10 Who doesn't tie the boat outside the fence and the spring breeze blows into Yuwan? The child suspected villagers, but was anxious to go to Chai Men.

-Cui Daorong's "Playing Chrysanthemum is Things" 1 1, Mushu holds a hat and everyone is proud. When grazing, lying on the back of cattle playing piccolo, Niu Geng blowing his head by the river.

-Cui Daorong's Wooden Book 12, with low eaves and green grass on the stream. Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it? The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages.

My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying in the grass, peeling the lotus just picked. -Xin Qiji's "Qingpingle Village Residence" 13, the wicker thread is enough to put a kite.

How much power can spring breeze disperse and take children to the sky? -14 Xu Wei's poem "On the Wind and Kites" shows that the pond is full of grass, the water is full of malice, and the mountains are full of sunset.

Cowherd's child sat on the cow's back and casually played the tune with piccolo. -Lei Zhen's country night 15, plum leaves have soft teeth and banana leaves have green window screens.

Spring goes to summer, and the days are long and tired. After a nap, I feel depressed and watch the children play with catkins in the air. -Yang Wanli's "Taking a Nap in Early Summer" Part II 16. During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village. -"Tomb-Sweeping Day" by Du Mu (17), where the abundance returns to the grass and the village children graze in the rain.

Master Gao Dong, be the crops around the hut. -Jia Dao's "Stay in Zhengzhou") (excerpt) 18, Qiu Lai's bright white beard, all drunk.

A nice song is also fun, and children and grandchildren are laughing and pulling clothes. -Quan Deyu's "How many white hairs shine in the mirror" 19 A unkempt teenager learned to hang down his hair and sat 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. -Hu Lingneng's "Children Fishing" 20. At dusk, the birds are sparse, and the children call the cows home.

There is no neighborhood in the residence, and Chai Men hides the door alone. -Qiu Wei is "Pan-Westfield" 22. The shepherd boy rode an ox, and the song shook Lin Yue.

Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently. -Yuan Mei's "Seeing" 23, the grass grows in February, 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. -Gao Ding's Country House, page 24. The little girl is only six years old and unknown.

In front of the main hall at night, scholars worship the new moon. -Shi Jianwu's "Girls' Ci" 25. Children are still young, so to speak, for a long time. When they see zero, they sigh at the autumn frost.

You are extremely poor, and you will never get better. Every time I am afraid, I will show my face first, but I can't see the white sunshine. When I was in my prime, I was also hopeful for the time being.

Ji Chen is a good boy, and the future is not over yet. Promote the end of the year, poor years are empty.

-Wu Ji's "Two Works" is one of 26. There are few pedestrians in Gu Xiang, the crescent moon is curved and thin, vines are all over the wall, and children pick lentils. -anonymous 27. When the wind, the moon and the rain are dry in mystery, the grass is full of flowers and the water is full of streams.

A boy sleeps in the shade, and a cow eats in the shade. -Yang Wanli's "Eight Songs of Sangcha Tunnel" No.7 28, nothing is far from the public, and Zhong Xiaoyi in the imperial city is Xifeng.

The furnace vanished, the light was dim, and the teenager opened the door with scattered snow. -Li Shangyin "Recalling the Teacher" 29. Qingjiang is a song that embraces the village. Everything in Changjiang Village is quiet.

Swallows on the beam fly freely, and blind dates in the water are similar and accompanied. The old lady is using a chessboard, and the younger son is making a hook with an injection.

However, an old friend provides rice, what else can I ask for? -Du Fu's "Jiangcun" 30. At first, I saw people vomiting, refused to go back to sleep, and loved cars.

It is reasonable to cry all night, because it costs too much to wear clothes. -Wei Zhuang's "With Daughter" 3 1, Xiaowa punted and stole the white lotus back.

He didn't know how to hide the trail. The duckweed on the water left a boat through the trail. -Bai Juyi "On the Pool" 32. The grass shop is six or seven miles away from the field, and the night breeze of the flute is three or four.

Come back from a full meal at dusk and lie in the moonlight without taking off your hemp fiber. -Yan Lu's "The Shepherd Boy" 33. Who is like a shepherd boy's heart, the cow sleeps in autumn and listens deeply.

Play a song, why worry about not knowing the north-south sound! -Zhao Lu's "the shepherd boy" 34. A horse treads on water, and his drunken sleeves are exposed. It's strange to see the child looking out and the magpie making a noise before I go to my home at the foot of the mountain.

-Liu Yin's Shan Jutu, 35. When I was young, I didn't know the moon, so I called it Bai Panyu. I suspect it is Yao's platform, flying in the sky.

-Li Bai's Gu Lang Yue Xing 36. New words are handed down from generation to generation, and the sleeves are swaying. The moon sets, the clouds and rain disperse, and the wandering children pick flowers from strangers.

-Liu Yuxi's "Step on Words" 37. Children also love to be inscrutable, and there are a group of scissors kites. -Zhu Maoshu's "Spring outing in Qinhuai River is a thing" 38. When you write poetry at the age of ten, the cold ashes move.

On Danshan Road in Wan Li, Tonghua, the little phoenix is clearer than the old one. -Li Shangyin's "Jueju" 39, with trousers pleated red, holding strange clues.

Everyone praised you for coming early and owed me a kite. -hole "flying a kite" on page 40. The rustling leaves send the cold sound, and the autumn wind moves the guests on the river.

I know that children choose to promote weaving, and a lamp fell on the fence at night. -Ye Shaoweng night book.

4. The Tang Dynasty poet's poem "Summer in the Mountain Pavilion" describes June: the trees grow dark in summer, the balcony reflects the pond, the water curtain blows gently, and the roses are full of fragrance.

"Summer Drought and Bitter Heat" by the Song Dynasty poet Wang Ling: The breeze can't kill the heat, and the sunset flies to the top of the mountain. People are already afraid of the exhaustion of rivers and seas, even at the expense of the sky. Qin Guan, a poet in the Song Dynasty, wrote "Enjoy the Cool Day": chasing the cool outside the willow with a coffin and painting a bed on the south bank of the bridge.

In the moonlight, the ship's flutes are jagged and the wind gathers lotus fragrance. Yang Wanli, a poet in the Song Dynasty, "Chasing the Cool at Summer Night": The night is as hot as the afternoon, and the door is bright.

Deep in the bamboo forest, insects are singing, sometimes it's cool, only the wind. In midsummer, Nan Ting Si Xin, a poet in Tang Dynasty, Meng Haoran: The mountain light in the west suddenly goes out, and the lake in the east starts from the moon.

Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place. The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound.

I thought I would want to make a song, make a song, I just hate my friends in front of me. Feeling for a night, I miss my old friends all night, and it is hard to miss them in my dreams.

Su Shunqin, a poet in the Song Dynasty, wrote "Summer Meaning": The summer in the other courtyard is deep and clear, and pomegranate flowers are full of curtains. The dense shade cut off the heat. It was at noon when I woke up and heard the intermittent chirping of orioles.

Lu You, a poet of the Southern Song Dynasty, wrote "Living in seclusion in early summer" in Nanjing: the lakes and mountains are at home, and the trees are in the shade. When the lake overflows, egrets fly in the air and frogs hum by the lake.

The dragon has turned back to shoot bamboo shoots, and the wooden pen still blooms the first flower. Alas, let bygones be bygones, who * * * will sleep in afternoon European tea.

5. Poems about children: green shoots, green shoots, young people say, "Develop yourself!" Pale flowers, and the young man said, "contribute yourself!" " The crimson fruit said to the young man, "sacrifice yourself!" " "Little Brother and Kitten" Ke Yan I have a little brother at home. /He is both clever and naughty. /He climbs high and low every day. /His face is covered with mud.

/Mom told him to wash his face,/Pretending not to hear him run; /Dad looked at him with a mirror./He closed his eyes and giggled. /Sister brought a Xiaohua Mall,/Clapped her paws and licked her fur,/Her eyes narrowed. "Great, great, great,/Who will play with me and hug me?" /My brother held out his little black hand,/The kitten jumped back hurriedly,/The beard pursed its head and shook it,/"Oh, no! Too dirty, too dirty, I don't want it! " /Sister laughed,/Mom and Dad frowned,/Little brother was ashamed:/"Mom! Mom! Give me a bath! " The Moon Liu Ruomin The moon in the sky is round and round. /It looks like a jade plate in the sea.

/A group of fish swam over,/The jade plate broke into two or three pieces. /The fish ran away in fear,/all the way to the rock.

/Looking back,/The moon is still round. Cicada (Author: Lin): Cicada's songs are very nice,/but they won't be sung until summer; /They like praise/Golden sunshine.

Cicada's songs are very nice,/but only like to sing in trees; So, in summer,/trees become/singing umbrellas. In front of the window, a lilac stood on tiptoe and walked into the thick green yard. We planted a lilac in front of the teacher's window.

Teacher, teacher, let its green branches and leaves extend into your window and accompany you every night. Listen, listen, the green leaves rustle in the wind. That's why we sing to you to help you relieve a lot of fatigue.

You see, you see, the small flowers full of trees are our smiling faces. Thank you for always supporting us. It's late at night and the stars are sleepy. Teacher, put down the lesson plan quickly and let the flowers float into your dream. That dream must be sweet and fragrant.

(Original "New Teenager" 1985No. 18) You took me to the author: You took me to the blue one, and you collected everything I wanted, whether it was mountain flowers or tender grass, whether it was stones or leaves. You jump over every ditch lightly, and spring leaves your shadow; You climb every small slope, just like jumping on the roof of your house.

I heard the birds singing and saw their colorful wings through the cracks in the green leaves. You tell me the names of many birds and sing their songs for me. I want to catch the fruit, and it will be in your hand at once. You are afraid that the fruit will bite my hand and wrap it in leaves.

Let me ask you, why does that tree on the top of the mountain look like an old man? You said because it grows in crevices all the year round; Let me ask you-what flower is that with tears in its eyes? You said it was a blue flower, smiling in the spring sunshine. What about the wind? Sleep in Shan Ye's arms; What if it rains? Fall in Shan Ye's heart; What about the tramp in those days? Everyone has a warm home; What about winter? Long gone.

No matter Shan Ye's present or past, you are familiar with everything in Shan Ye; Everything here seems to be yours, your birds, your blue sky and your land. I looked at the spring water in Shan Ye, as if looking at your innocent eyes; Yuan Ye, full of mountain flowers, is like your splendid colorful clothes.

We are in Shan Ye, playing and chasing. Ah, it's like being on your kang, it's like being in your yard ... I was walking alone in the Woods, and my ears were filled with many faint mysterious and wonderful voices. Green camphor leaves are breathing gently, and young bamboo shoots emerge silently in the center of the earth like countless mushrooms, like white umbrellas. My mother once told us that their names were swan bacteria, and larks jumped from branch to branch like notes. The song is sweet and charming, the dew is shining and slipping quietly, and the mist is as soft as white gauze. The whole nature is like a music. The Woods in spring are the harp of life. They are playing wonderful music and poems, which gently hit my 14-year-old heart full of fantasy. In early summer, I went to sleep, and Song Yang Wanli's plum blossoms splashed her teeth, and the banana trees covered the screen window. Spring goes to summer, and the days are long and tired. After a nap, I feel depressed and watch the children play with catkins in the air.

I miss my hometown Haitang Song Yang Wanli's hometown. Today, Haitang blooms and dreams of entering Jiangxi Jinxiu Pile. At this time, although spring returns, everything is thriving, but people are old; Swallows fly back every year after offering sacrifices to the land god.

Spring is like a piece of green and white, not heavy and light weather, it is the scene of Chu Qing; In this spring, catkins will fly and fall. But this beautiful spring scenery can't be eaten, so let poetry attract it to Qiong Yao's jade cup.

Miss the hometown begonia song Yang Wanli Bamboo Pavilion, don't walk alone. Early spring is warm, willow leaves sprout and dance in the wind, which is more charming; Flowers bloom in the sun, shadows dance and rise dimly.

After a rain-eroded garden, the road is cleaner and deeper; Birds just flying out of the nest are more cheerful, and crows crow one after another, which is sweet and entertaining. The scenery here is very beautiful, but unfortunately there are few plump and beautiful begonia flowers; Begonia, a native of that hometown, lived two cold foods and disappeared.

Reading Yan Ziling's Biography of Yang Wanli as a Star in Song Dynasty and How to Make up for Han Zhongxing, there is a cool breeze as cold as ice. Send my aunt to Ding Han early, where there is Yanling! In the Song Dynasty, Yangcun Yangwanli Stone Bridge was crowded on both sides, and horses in each village were like rivers.

Liu Yang Yin Zhongxin Hotel, a small fishing boat under the grape trellis. Red and white flowers are close to water, sky blue and yellow.

Zheng er's peace is still in the way. Why don't you work hard, back in the game? Song Yang Wanli, who lives in eastern Zhejiang and Jiangxi, added a few strands of silk to the mirror. Flowers fall six times to sparse information, and the month is thousands of miles away.

Du Li should not turn over the whale sea, but should enjoy the phoenix gathering in Longtan. Tao is Fan Chuan's frivolous killing, which makes thousands of families compare to thousands of poems.

Yang Wanli, who was injured in the Spring and Song Dynasties, intended to have fun this spring, but he still wasted an east wind. If you don't get presbyopia every year, you won't get sick if you are anxious.

Night wind song Yang Wanli Night wind is not allowed to distinguish the breeze, but it is allowed to hang heavy curtains on the ground. The sunset in Ye Ping is not covered by mountains, and the west window is red until the moon comes.

In the evening breeze, Yang Wanli was slightly warm in the evening, and the evening breeze was arrogant and overbearing. Why are you angry when you are cold? There will be frost in the future.

Play pen Song Yang Wanli wild chrysanthemum wild moss each casting money, resplendent and beautiful; God gives money to poor poets, only to buy sorrow and not to buy fields. Living in early summer, taking a nap, Song Yang Wan Li Mei has soft teeth of folic acid, and banana is divided into green window screens; Spring goes to summer, and the days are long and tired. After a nap, I feel depressed and watch the children play with catkins in the air.

Yang Wanli's eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves sunny and soft. The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.

After all, the scenery of the West Lake in June is different from that at four o'clock. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.

Yang Wanli's wicker brush is a hundred feet away from the silver pool, and it is only yellow. Wicker can not be dipped in water, but the willow shadow in the water guides him to grow.

6. What are the poems about children? Children go fishing.

A unkempt little boy learned to bow,

Sit by the raspberry moss.

Passers-by ask and wave,

Frightened fish should not be surprised.

Cunju

Grasshoppers fly in February,

The willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke.

The children came back from school early,

Dongfeng is busy, flying kites.

Gu lang yue hang

When I was young, I didn't know the bright moon in the sky, so I called it Bai Yupan.

I suspect it is Yao's platform, flying in the sky.

Immortals drop their feet and osmanthus trees reunite.

Why do laurel trees become round in January?

Su Xinshi xugong branch

Hedges are sparse and deep,

The flowers on the branches finally turned cloudy.

The children chased Huang Die,

Flying into cauliflower is nowhere to be found.

find

The shepherd boy rode an ox,

This song shook Lin Yue.

Trying to catch cicadas,

Shut up suddenly.

Cunju

Grasshoppers fly in February,

The willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke.

The children came back from school early,

Dongfeng is busy, flying kites.

Children fishing

A unkempt little boy learned to bow,

Sit by, raspberry moss reflection.

Passers-by ask and wave,

Frightened fish should not be surprised.

And my little girl.

Seeing people vomiting at the beginning of the speech,

Refuse to go back to sleep and love the car.

A night of charming crying,

I don't like clothes and flowers.

Ikebukuro girls' ci

The little girl is only six years old, and the baby punts.

Unknown cleverness and clumsiness. Steal Bai Lianhua back.

In front of the hall at night, I can't read the traces.

Yue Bai, a scholar. Duckweed blooms together.

7. Anonymous children's poems

Shang Diao er Chao greedy Han

A rice needle is eaten, a penny is cut and filled, and there is no god in the mouth [1]. Seeing a child is like holding a mud swallow [2], and loving money is like fighting for blood flies. Store gold and silver at night [3] and make cakes to satisfy hunger [4].

[1] Ignorance of God: Deceiving conscience.

[2] Take care of the children sentence: Treat the children as hard as a swallow holding mud.

[3] Ignorance night: day and night, day and night. Save: accumulate, gather.

[4] Painting cakes to satisfy hunger: It is said that no matter how much money there is, it is also a thing apart from the body. In the end, it is empty to draw cakes to satisfy hunger.

Hate the world, what is love, teach life and death. Flying in all directions, the old wings have been hot and cold several times.

Have fun. Parting is bitter. There are even more stupid children in school, so you should have something to say.

Wan Liyun, Qian Shan at dusk, just for whom.

Cross Fen Road, take care when you are lonely. The smoke is still flat. What's the point of evocation?

Shan Gui wept for the wind and rain. The sky is also jealous. Letters and letters, birds and swallows are all loess.

The times will last forever. In order to leave it to the poet, I sang and drank and visited Qiu Yan.

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Fishing (Yuan Haowen)

Ask how much silk the lotus root has. Lotus knows who to suffer for. Two flowers are charming opposites, just children of the old family.

I have promised, so I won't teach, and I will live and die together. The sunset is speechless.

In the smoke of thanking the guests, Fei Xianghe was not heartbroken.

Sweet dreams. Fortunately, Ganoderma lucidum. The world is pitching today and tomorrow. The seas run dry and the rocks crumble, so you wish you could bury the loess.

Acacia In the past year, I was mistakenly hit by the west wind for no reason. Blue boat lives less.

I'm afraid to mention wine again, and my red skirt is half hanging and I'm lying in the wind and rain.

Yu Zhan

Nishang is the first in the middle class

The word "Xuan and Yubao" is engraved in gold, and the feeling is given by reason.

A rule of ancient toad spirits. Glanced at Xuanhe for spring scenery. Knowing this, Liu Songhua was afraid. I once said that the jade ball is fragrant, smearing the clouds and smearing the moon. Dragon Zhang Feng Diao. What's up, kid? Get rid of it. I am lonely, I am green, and I am in the north.

Erase. Ancient and modern parting. Fortunately, Xiangcong, Jimen Xianke. Autumn leaves under the bleak forest. The clouds are thin and the stars are thin, and the eyebrows are blue and white. Beauty has fallen to the countryside. Win the crazy bronze old painting. The Taoist priest knows the rise and fall, and he is happy when he sees it.

Guizhixiang (engraved with rhyme Xuan)

Lagerstroemia flower dew, natural and unrestrained as a cool cloud, points to hook feathers. Every word flies, and writing is a curtain of wind and rain. Jiang Ting's view of the moon today is so much. Sighs are exhausted, and the ink is eternal. Sunset grass, water, still Nanpu.

Two companies, Feng Ling is riding a tiger. The sun is beautiful, and so is the moon. A smile breeds spring, so learn from the children of the world. Pen bed inkstone drops have been peeped, and the green eyes of Xishan remain the same. Dull notes are for you, Yu Di is loud and Feng Ming is dancing.

Saint Shu Mei (Gu Weizhou. People say that this ship once carried the imperial secretary of Qiantang.

Tents are not bitter. Who are Tian Yue's son and daughter? Purple songs are hidden and charming, and they are used to using brocade and jade as bells. Yee Xi biography, laughter, three drums in the dragon building. Song fan poetry, dance sleeve fragrance, a few degrees of dust.

Because I can't stay in spring. How do you know the world is in a hurry? The screen of the Golden House was changed by the west wind. Such a country should regret singing and dancing by the West Lake. Where to go with the broken clouds. Misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.