Ask for poems, poems for children to read, poems for children to read

For children to read, choose modern poems, the first to recommend Gu Cheng's poems.

The belief of the little flower.

On the road made of rocks.

A small flower floats.

They smile with a golden yellow.

to repay the cold reception of the stones.

They believe. Eventually, the stones will sprout as well.

A rough smile is also possible.

Between the sun and the shadows of the trees.

Show kind teeth.

In June 1971, at the age of fourteen.

This poem written by Lin Huiyin to his son is also very good.

You are the April day on earth.

A praise of love.

I say you are the April day of the earth;

The sound of laughter lit up the winds on all sides; Brisk.

Dancing and changing in the glory of spring.

You are the clouds and smoke in the early April sky, the soft wind blowing in the dusk, and the stars are there.

Inadvertently flashed, drizzling rain fell in front of the flowers.

That light, that graceful, you are, Xianyan.

You wear the crown of a hundred flowers, you are.

Innocent, solemn, you are the full moon of the night.

After the snow melts, the goose yellow, you are like; Fresh.

The first bud of green, you are; Soft and joyful.

The water floats in your dreams, looking forward to the white lotus.

You are the blossom of a tree, a swallow.

Whispering between the beams,—— You are love, warmth, hope, you are the April day of the world!

Xu Gong store in Suxin City.

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.

Kid fishing. 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 were shocked.

seen. Yuan mei.

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

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

Village dwelling. CPMC.

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.

Gulang Moon Line. The hour does not know the moon, and it is called a white jade plate.

and suspicious Yaotai mirror, flying in the blue clouds.

The immortals hang their feet, and the laurel tree is reunited.

The white rabbit pounded the medicine, and asked who Yan was dining with?

There is a song called "Let Love Live in My Home" in the Spring Festival Gala in 03

If you recite the lyrics of this song, I think you will have unexpected gains.

Good luck with your show!

1, Chunxiao Meng Haoran.

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

The sound of wind and rain at night, how much do you know about the flowers?

2. Quatrains.

Du fu. In the late days, the rivers and mountains are beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and plants.

The mud melts and flies the swallows, and the sand warms the mandarin ducks.

3. Fight and remember Jiangnan.

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

4. Jiangnan Spring.

Du Mu. 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.

5, Ji Wan talks about 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.

Poems suitable for children to read: "Mother of the Motherland", "Little Fairy Tale", "Pomegranate", etc.

Poetry ** in life. Poetry is the flash of the sea of life. If we separate poetry from life, we cannot understand the essence of poetry.

Many poems have emerged in ancient and modern times, both in China and abroad. "The scope of poetry is the whole of life and nature; The poet looks at all things, and his view is as multifaceted as the thinker's conception of them. "Where there is life, there is poetry singing.

The realm of poetry is as vast as life. Chinese ecological poetry is represented by Qingyuan City, Qibi Province, Guangdong. Qingyuan ecological poetry is not only a distinctive cultural symbol of Qingyuan, but also has become a "Qingyuan phenomenon" for the prosperity and development of local culture in China.

Poetry is a lyrical literary genre. It is a literary genre that uses highly concise language to vividly express the author's rich emotions, and concentrates on the collection of literary genres that reflect social life and have a certain rhythm and rhyme.

In ancient times, the Han nationality was called poetry, and the music was called song, and in modern times, it was generally called poetry. It expresses social life and people's spiritual world in accordance with the requirements of certain syllables and rhymes. The origins of poetry can be traced back to antiquity.

The Book of Songs is the first collection of poetry in China, which is said to have been compiled by Confucius, and there is still controversy in the academic community on this issue.

Poetry features:

The poem is full of the author's thoughts and feelings and rich imagination, the language is concise and vivid, with a distinct rhythm, harmonious rhyme, rich in beauty, sentences are generally arranged in lines, and the beauty of structure and form is emphasized.

It has four characteristics: the content of poetry is the most concentrated reflection of social life; Poetry is rich in emotion and imagination; The language of poetry is characterized by conciseness, imagery, harmonious tone, and distinct rhythm; Poetry is not a unit of sentences, but a unit of action, and the lines are mainly based on rhythm rather than meaning.

Foreshadowing of naivety

William blake.

A sand to see a world, a wildflower to see a paradise, put infinity in the palm of your hand, eternity in a moment there to collect.

Root Fei Niu Han.

I am the root, growing silently in the ground all my life, downward, downward......I believe that there is a sun in the center of the earth where I can't hear the birds singing on the branches, and I can't feel the soft breeze, but I don't feel aggrieved and bored. In the flowering season, I slowly make happy and heavy fruits with the branches and leaves, filling all my efforts.

You don't like every let which point to a day is not yours".

Fernando Pessoa.

You've just gotten through it. No matter what kind of joyless life you live, you don't have a life. You don't have to love, or drink, or smile.

It is enough for the sun to be reflected in the puddle if it pleases you. Happy people, who put their joy in small things, will never deprive themselves of the natural wealth that belongs to each day.

Foreshadowing of Innocence by William Black.

A sand to see a world, a wildflower to a paradise, put infinity on your palm oak, eternity in a moment there collection.

Root Fei Niu Han.

I am the root, and I have been underground all my life.

Silently growing, downward, downward......

I believe that there is a sun in the center of the earth.

I couldn't hear the birds chirping on the branches, I couldn't feel the soft breeze, but I was calm.

I don't feel aggrieved and bored.

In the flowering season, I am as happy as the branches and leaves.

The heavy fruit of the old shed filled all my efforts.

Every day you don't like is not yours" by Fernando Pessoa.

You've just gotten through it.

No matter what kind of life you're living.

You don't have a life without joy.

You don't have to love, or drink, or smile.

The sun is reflected in the puddle.

Enough if it pleases you.

Happy people, put their joy.

Put it in the tiny things, and never serve the state will be deprived.

A natural treasure that belongs to every day.