Children s ancient poems, children s ancient poems.

Suxin City Xu Gong Store Yang Wanli.

The hedge is sparse and deep, and the flowers on the trees have not become shaded. The children hurriedly chased the yellow butterflies and flew into the cauliflower and were nowhere to be found.

Seen Yuan Ming.

The shepherd boy rode the ox, and the song vibrated the forest. Intending to catch the cicada, he suddenly closed his mouth.

The village is located in Coding Ding.

The grass grows and the warbler flies in the February sky, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. The children returned early from school and were busy releasing paper kites in the east wind.

Returning to the hometown puppet book Tang He Zhizhang.

When he left home and returned to his eldest child, his hometown accent has not changed, and his sideburns have declined. When children don't know each other, they smile and ask where do they come from?

Xiju is Cui Daorong.

Outside the fence, who does not tie the boat, the spring breeze blows into the fishing bay. The child suspected that there were villagers and rushed to Chaimen but closed it.

At four o'clock, the pastoral miscellaneous Fan became big.

The fields are ploughed during the day and the horses are harvested at night, and the children of the village are in charge of their own homes. The children and grandchildren have not solved the problem of farming and weaving, and they also learn to grow melons in Sangyin.

Children's Fishing Hu Lingneng.

The unkempt child learns to hang Lun, and sits on the side of the berry moss. Passers-by beckoned by asking Yao, and they were so frightened that they couldn't be surprised by Gu Lang Yuexing Li Bai.

The hour does not know the moon, and it is called a white jade plate. and suspicious Yaotai mirror, flying in the blue clouds.

Jiangnan Spring. Thousands of miles of warblers cry green and red, and the water village mountain Guo wine flag wind.

There are 480 temples in the Southern Dynasty, and how many buildings are in the smoke and rain.

Silent Night Thoughts. Moonlight in front of the window.

It is suspected to be frost on the ground.

Look up at the bright moon.

Bow your head and think of your hometown.

Singing geese. Goose, goose, goose, song to heaven.

The white hair floats in the green water, and the red anthurium plucks the clear waves.

Spring dawn. I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere.

The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much.

Plum blossom. There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens it alone.

I know that it is not snow, but there is a dark fragrance.

Mercy Nong. Noon on hoe day.

Sweat drops down the soil.

Who knows the Chinese food on the plate.

It's hard work.

Gift to Wang Lun. Li Bai will take a boat.

I suddenly heard the sound of singing on the shore.

The Peach Blossom Lake is thousands of feet deep.

It's not as good as Wang Lun to send me love.

Remembering Jiangnan. The south of the Yangtze River is good, and the scenery is old.

The sunrise river flowers are red, and the spring river is as green as blue.

Ikegami. The baby props up the dinghy.

Stealing the white lotus back.

I don't know what to do.

Duckweed opens.

Moonlight in front of the window.

It is suspected to be frost on the ground.

Look up at the bright moon.

Bow your head and think of your hometown.

Spring sleep is not aware.

Birds are heard everywhere.

The sound of wind and rain at night.

How much do you know about the flowers?

Actually, you can memorize some words. Because the words are more casual and easy to memorize.

Butterfly Love Flower Liu Yong.

Leaning on the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking at the extreme spring sorrow, and the sky is gloomy. In the afterglow of the grass-colored smoke, there is no one who will rely on his will.

I plan to get drunk with a crazy picture, and I sing about wine, and I have no taste for it. The belt gradually widened and did not regret it, and it made people haggard for Yi.

Picking mulberries in the middle wall of the Shubo Mountain Road Xin abandons the disease.

The boy doesn't know the taste of sorrow and falls in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor, and worry about the new words.

Now I know all the sorrows, and I want to talk about it. I want to say that I will not rest, but I will say that the weather is cool and autumn.

Chunxiao (Meng Haoran).

Tang) Meng Haoran.

I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere.

The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much.

September 9 recalled Shandong Brothers (Wang Wei).

Alone in a foreign land as a stranger, every festival is full of relatives.

The remote knowledge brothers ascended to the heights, and there was one less person in the dogwood.

On the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops into the soil, who knows that the Chinese food on the plate is hard work.

Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear.

Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow.

"Chishang" [Tang] Bai Juyi.

The little baby propped up the dinghy and secretly picked the white lotus. I don't understand the hidden traces, and the duckweed opens together.

I don't know when I sleep in spring, I hear birds everywhere, I hear the wind and rain at night, and I know how many flowers fall.

Goose goose goose, song to the sky, white hair floating green water, anthurium plucking clear waves.

Slowly recite sentence by sentence.

Gangnam. Han Le Fu.

Jiangnan can pick lotus, lotus leaves He Tiantian.

Between the lotus leaves, the east of the lotus leaves, the west of the lotus leaves, the south of the lotus leaves, and the north of the lotus leaves.

Children's Ancient Poems:1, Chunxiao (Meng Haoran).

I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much.

2. Quatrain (Du Fu).

In the late days, the rivers and mountains are beautiful, and the spring breeze absorbs the fragrance of flowers and plants. The mud melts and flies the swallows, and the sand warms the mandarin ducks.

3. Remembering Jiangnan (Bai Juyi).

The south of the Yangtze River is good, and the scenery is old and familiar: the sunrise river flowers are red and the river is as green as blue in spring. Can you not remember Wu or Jiangnan?

4, Jiang Nanchun (Du Mu).

Thousands of miles of warbler cave orange know the green and red, water village mountain Guo wine flag wind. There are 480 temples in the Southern Dynasty, and how many buildings are in the smoke and rain.

5, Yongliu (He Zhizhang).

The jasper is made into a tree high, and ten thousand willow silk threads hang down. I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

6, Liangzhou words (Wang Zhilian).

The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, a lonely city and ten thousand mountains. Why should Qiang Di complain about the willows, the spring breeze does not pass the jade gate.

7. Looking for flowers by the river (Du Fu).

Huang Siniang's house is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers are low on the branches. The butterflies dance from time to time, and the warbler is just crying.

8. Quatrain (Du Fu).

Two yellow orioles are singing green willows, and a line of egrets is in the sky. The window contains a thousand autumn snow in Xiling, and the door is berthed in the Dongwu Wanli ship.

Qing Gaoding. The grass grows and the warbler flies in the February sky, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.

The children returned early from school and were busy releasing paper kites in the east wind.

Qing Yuan Mei. The shepherd boy rode the ox, and the song vibrated the forest.

Intending to catch the cicada, he suddenly closed his mouth.

Song Huang Tingjian.

Riding a bull is far past the former village, and the flute wind is obliquely separated from Longwen.

How many Chang'an fame and fortune customers, the shed or the idea is not as good as you.

Don Hu Lingneng.

The unkempt child learns to hang Lun, and sits on the side of the berry moss.

Passers-by beckoned by asking Yao, but they were afraid that they should not stop people.

Don He Zhizhang.

The young and the eldest left home, and the hometown voice did not change and the sideburns urged.

When children don't know each other, they smile and ask where do they come from?

Song Yang Wanli.

The child's golden basin takes off the ice, and the silk is worn as a silver cymbal.

Knocking into a jade chime through the forest, suddenly making a sound of glass crushing to the ground.

Song Yang Wanli.

The hedge is sparse and deep, and the flowers on the trees have not become shaded.

The children hurriedly chased the yellow butterflies and flew into the cauliflower and were nowhere to be found.

Song Yang Wanli.

The plum leaves sour soft teeth, and the plantain is divided into green and window screens.

The day is long and sleeps ruthlessly, and watches children catch willow flowers.

Don Bai Juyi.

The little baby propped up the dinghy and secretly picked the white lotus.

I don't understand the hidden traces, and the duckweed opens together.

Don Lü Yan. The grass is spread across the field for six or seven miles, and the flute makes three or four sounds of the evening breeze.

After returning to eat and dusk, he did not take off his clothes and lay down in the moonlight.

Song Yang Wanli.

Two children in a fishing boat sit in the boat.

It's strange that there is no rain and an umbrella, not to cover your head but to make the wind.

Song Xin gave up the disease.

The thatched eaves are low, and the grass is green on the stream.

Drunk Wu Yin is flattering and trapped in the chain, and the white-haired Weng is a wife.

The eldest child hoes the beans in the east of Xidong, and the middle child is weaving chicken coops.

The favorite child scoundrel, the head of the stream lies on the lotus bed.

Don Bai Juyi.

Walking around the pond to watch the fish swim is just as children are fishing boats.

A kind of love fish has different hearts, and I will give you a hook.

Don Wezhuang. Seeing that people were dumb at the beginning, they refused to sleep in the car.

A night of coquettishness, for the suspicion of less clothes.

Don Choi Daorong.

Outside the fence, who does not tie the boat, the spring breeze blows into the fishing bay.

The child suspected that there were villagers and rushed to Chaimen but closed it.

Song Su Shi. overlapping and stacking on the yaotai, several times the child could not return.

was just cleaned up by the sun, but he taught the bright moon to send it to the future.

Song Fan Chengda.

The fields are ploughed during the day and the horses are harvested at night, and the children of the village are in charge of their own homes.

The children and grandchildren have not solved the problem of farming and weaving, and they also learn to grow melons in Sangyin.

Song Yang Wanli.

When the wind and rain are dry, the grass is full of flowers, the embankment is full of water, and the stream is full.

The boy Liu Yin is sleeping, and a cow has eaten Liu Yinxi.

1, "Shepherd Boy".

The grass is spread across the field for six or seven miles, and the flute makes three or four sounds of the evening breeze.

After returning to eat and dusk, he did not take off his clothes and lay down in the moonlight.

2, "Boat Over Anren".

Song Yang Wanli.

Yu socks A leaf fishing boat celebrates the destruction of two children, and the penny is parked and sits in the boat.

It's strange that there is no rain and an umbrella, not to cover your head but to make the wind.

3, "Qingpingle Village Residence".

Song Xin gave up the disease.

The thatched eaves are low, and the grass is green on the stream.

Wu Yin is good in drunk, who is white-haired?

The eldest child hoes the beans in the east of Xidong, and the middle child is weaving chicken coops.

The favorite child is dead, and the stream head lies on the lotus bed.

4, "Children's Fishing".

Don Hu Lingneng.

The unkempt child learns to hang Lun, and sits on the side of the berry moss. Honorable grip.

Passers-by beckoned by asking Yao, and they were so frightened that they were shocked.

Village Qing · CPMC.

The grass grows and the eggplant warbler flies in the February sky, and the willows are drunk with the chain of spring smoke. When the children returned from school, they were busy taking advantage of the east wind to release paper kites.