Spring Children's Poem Ice Boat Spring rode in an ice boat, singing a song, down the river, rowing, rowing, rowing, rowing, her boat disappeared. Winter Spring laid a net, and winter, the madman, slipped out of sight. Inverted Spring Cold The smiling spring suddenly changed its face, frightening me, and I went straight to the quilts. -- Fireflies, in the darkness of the mountains, carry lanterns to guide us, but the light of the lanterns is too small, and the fireflies themselves go into the ravine. Rainbow, my grandmother gave me this bracelet, but my neck is too thin, so I gave it to my mother, who said, "Good boy, I'll keep it for you. "Good boy, I'll keep it for you." Mosquito, mosquito and I, lying in bed together, woke up on the floor, mosquito, with his big belly, took over the whole bed. Fallen leaves, a fallen leaf, pulling Autumn along, running around, pomegranate, who told a joke, pomegranate, grinning, laughing so much that Autumn shivered, the sun was afraid of being cold, he slept under the quilt, and I went to bed, the quilt was still warm, the autumn grass, the wind and the frost, the murderous murder. Sweeping autumn, the autumn grass hides its seeds in the way of spring, the maple, the maple tree sews a red coat, autumn wears it, and goes on the rampage. Winter's children's poems, building snowmen, building a father, building a mother, building a doll, winter is a warm home, snowball fights, "Pah-- "Pop--" Dad's snowballs, one by one, blossomed at my feet, and I charged, "Pop--" " The snowballs exploded on my father's eyeglasses, and my father was wounded, so he surrendered. The colder the ice sculpture, the stronger it is. I'm under the covers, and my face is red with shame.
Mom, the green scarf that I threw by the river last year was picked up by the willow tree! ...... The Buds A tiny brush tip, dipped in morning snow, paints a tender yellow spring in the sunlight.
"Paper Boat" I want to pick a willow leaf, make a green boat, put it in a blue pond reflecting the sky, and race with the white clouds. I want to pick a peach blossom, make a pink boat, put it in the golden river reflecting the evening sun, and sail away with the sunset.
But it was still raining outside the window ...... So, with a tiny piece of paper, I made a white boat and put it in the stream made by the rain, so that it could go with the silver raindrops to find a piece of colored earth! Spring Rain Rustling ...... Rustling ...... rain, gently, finely, sprinkled on the stone road -- sprinkled on the little wooden bridge -- sprinkled on the little flowers, the little grass -- sprinkled on the little grass -- sprinkled on the little flower, the little grass, the little grass, the little grass. -Sprinkled on the small flowers and grasses -Sprinkled on the roof of my house. Brother, don't go running around outside now! The sky and the earth are whispering, do you know it? I'm sure the sky is a child who loves to paint, and is a bit careless, like me.
See, last night he would have overturned the palette again - early in the morning to get up, hands, body, is still full of light red and gold did not have time to wash off ...... "mouth flute" Early in the morning, the light brown mountain range has not yet been awakened by the sunshine, love to sing the Bugu, but also slept in the wet bush. The singing cuckoo, too, sleeps in the moist bushes with only an occasional mumble or two. In this hazy silence, suddenly, a green flute sound, sharp sound - I do not know which naughty child, picked the mountain roadside just grew a blade of grass, made a mouth flute.
Spring, however, smiled and took in his song. --Let's go fly a kite! You will know the answer then.
The winds of March love to dance on the roofs and clouds, who gave it colorful clothes and wings? You will know the answer then. Soap Bubbles Where does spring bring us hot air? I know the secret, it's hidden in mom's laundry tub - when children all over the world puff up their cheeks and blow, blow, blow, the hot air from their mouths is packed into the spring wind.
Where does spring bring us bright, colorful flowers? I know the secret, it is hidden in my mother's washing basin - when all the soap bubbles shine brightly, fall, fall, fall, fall, the seven colors of the sun, dissolved into the spring earth! "Cotton Candy" Sister, can you take me out tomorrow? Don't worry, don't worry! It won't rain. Guess who ate up all the clouds in the sky? Grandma is always busy. Every day, she takes scissors and cuts out new patterns on colored paper. The swallow is always busy, too. Every year, it has to use its tail to cut out a new dress for the spring.
The Ants The ants, the ants, why do you always love to be in the corner of the wall, crawling around? The ants, ants, why do you always crawl around in the corner of the wall? Is it because you mistook the sunlight coming through the cracks in the wall as a drop of honey? "Butterfly" Sister, why do flower petals fly? Sister, why do flower petals fly? They're taking spring to the sky where there are no flowers! I wish I could be a spider! I'd like to be a spider, so I could weave myself a silver hammock on the spring flowers. Tadpoles" One by one, the notes under the water are dreaming of a green song about the future. -Yelp, why are you still closing your doors and windows, little white flower? Hush ...... Last night a little beetle came to my house to get out of the rain, and now she's not gone yet.
See how sweetly she sleeps, covered with a scented sheet! The Four Seasons: Summer.
A tiny petal, falling on the lake, only makes a circle of ripples. A little me, jumping into my mother's arms, but swept away a room of laughter.
"Showers" Piece after piece of baked clouds, sticking to the sky; like ice cream sticking to my sister's face. My sister washed her face with water, and in a short while, it was clean.
But the sky washed its face with ink, and the more it washed, the dirtier it got - it cried! The sky must be a girl too, otherwise, where did all the tears come from? After the Rain After the rain, under the leaves of the trees, there are shiny snails; after the rain, in the pond, there is a watery blue sky. But why, after the rain, does the land become dirtier? I asked my mom, but she smiled and didn't say anything, just from the bath tub, gently picked me up.
Yo, mom is just like the earth! A wet fragrance wafted out of the embrace ...... The Rainbow .
2. Young children describe the seasons
1, early summer sunlight from the dense layers of branches and leaves down, the ground printed with the size of a copper coin sparkling spot.
2. In early summer, wildflowers of all colors bloom, red, purple, pink and yellow, like brilliant spots embroidered on a large green carpet; swarms of bees are busy among the flowers, sucking the stamens and diligently flying around.
3, the spring sunshine is extraordinarily bright, the spring girl unfolded the smiling face, the sun, red beams of light shot over, that gently caress you, like a young mother's hand.
4. Spring is here! Look, the melting ice water woke up the brook. "Dingdong, Dingdong", it is like a magical singer of nature, singing a clear and pleasant song, running forward.
5. In the orchard, the trees are crowded with fruit on the branches, and the apples seem to be like children's faces, red, welcoming the golden autumn sunshine, nodding and smiling uncontrollably.
3. Poems describing the four seasonsSpring
1. Thousands of miles of warblers cry in green and red, water villages and mountains Guo wine flag wind. (Du Mu "Jiangnan Spring")
2. The country is broken, and the grass is deep in the spring. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope")
3. The rain in the city is light, and the willows in the guest house are new. (Wang Wei's "Sending Yuan Er to Anxi")
4. The peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two branches, and the ducks are the first to know the warmth of the water in the spring river. (Su Shi "Huichong 'Evening Scene on the Spring River'")
5, wet clothes want to wet the rain of apricot blossoms, blowing the face is not cold willow wind. (Zhinan's "Absolute Verse")
6, a few early warblers scrambling to warm the trees, who is the new swallow pecking the mud in spring. (Bai Juyi's "Spring Walk on Qiantang Lake")
7. Jasper is made up into a tree, and ten thousand lines are draped with green silk tapestries. (He Zhizhang's "Winged Willow")
8. The spring garden can not be closed, a branch of red apricots out of the wall. (The Garden is not worth it)
9, waiting to recognize the face of the east wind, ten thousand purples and thousands of reds is always spring. (Zhu Xi's "Spring Day")
10, the spring breeze and green south bank of the river, when the bright moon shine me back? (Wang Anshi, "Mooring Guazhou")
Summer
1, the sky lotus leaves endless blue, reflecting the sun lotus flowers different red. (Yang Wanli)
2. The small lotus is only showing its tip, and there are dragonflies standing on the head. (Yang Wanli's "Small Pond")
3. The bright moon startles the magpies, and the breeze sounds the cicadas in the middle of the night. (Xin Qiji)
4. In the fragrance of rice flowers, we can hear the sound of frogs. (ibid)
5. It rains in every house during the yellow plum season, and there are frogs everywhere in the grassy pond. (Zhao Shixiu "about the guest")
6, the night to the south wind, wheat covered with yellow. (Bai Juyi's "Observing the Mowing of the Wheat")
Autumn
1, old trees and crows, small bridges and flowing rivers. (Du Mu's "Walking in the Mountains")
3. Since ancient times, autumn has been a sad and lonely time, and I say autumn is better than spring. (Liu Yuxi's "Autumn Words")
4. In August, the winds of autumn were so fierce that they rolled up the three-fold thatched roof of my house. (Du Fu "thatched roof broken by the autumn wind")
5, silver candles and autumn light cold painting screen, light small fan puffing running fireflies. (Du Mu's "Autumn Evening")
6. The long wind sends geese in the fall, and this can be a sound high building. (Li Bai, "Xieyi Lou, Xuanzhou, Farewell to the School Book Shujun")
7. The moon is falling and the crows are crowing and the sky is full of frost, and the maple and fishing fires are sleeping on the sadness. (Zhang Ji's "Night Poaching on the Maple Bridge")
8. You have not yet set a date for your return, but the rain on Bashan Mountain has risen to an autumn pool. (Li Shangyin "night rain send north")
Winter
1, suddenly like the night spring wind, thousands of trees and pear blossoms. (Cen Sen's "White Snow Song Sends Judge Wu Back to the Capital")
2, the sea appendage of a hundred feet of ice, the sorrowful clouds of ten thousand miles of condensation. (ibid)
3. The snow falls on the door of the yamen, and the red flag freezes in the wind. (ibid)
4. I don't see you on the mountain road, and I can't see you on the snowy sky. (Ibid.)
5. The window contains a thousand snowy autumns in the West Ridge, and the door is moored to a ship of ten thousand miles in the East Wu.
6. The snow is pressing down on the pines, and the pines are straight and upright. (Chen Yi)
7, the northern country scenery, thousands of miles of ice, ten thousand miles of snow. (Mao Zedong "Qinyuanchun - Snow")
4. Modern children's poems about the four seasons1. Describe spring: "News of Spring" by Jin Bo The wind, shaking the green branches of the trees, the water, bleaching the feathers of the ducks, looking forward to a whole winter, you see, spring has come! Let us put on our spring clothes, like birds with new feathers, and fly through the woods and up the hillocks, and everywhere there is the laughter of spring, and see the first butterfly fly, and it tugs at my feet, and I am happy to capture it, and lovingly put it away.
Seeing the first daisy flower, I will not be able to help but leap with joy, little flower, do you still recognize me? You see how much I have grown taller! Come to the branch where the leaves fell last year, waiting for it to spit out new green buds; then go to wake up the sleeping stream, listen to it sing and run with you. When I am tired of walking, I lie down in the field with the bright sun shining above my head.
Who tickled my cheeks? Ah, around and drilled out tender green grass ...... ("News of Spring" is a modern poem by Jin Bo, is the first lesson of the third grade next book of the Hebei Education Publishing House and Shanghai language textbook) 2, describing the spring: "I embrace you, spring" by Xu Xiyao When the snowflakes are indifferent to the memory of the faded negatives rinsed in green, so that your silhouette in the flowers to appear You The spring breeze combs your long hair, the spring rain decorates your smile, the spring color sketches your clothes, the light of spring embellishes your delicate color, you sketched the flower's vividness, you called back the geese flying south, the murmuring birds tell the blessing of spring, the green willow by the river, dyed green with the thoughts of the young boys and girls, I embrace you, spring! A blue-skirted girl in a corner of a hot street is searching for a piece of green shade, while in the burning wilderness of the countryside, a goat-herding boy drives a white-clouded flock of sheep towards a cool river not far away. 4. Describe Autumn: "It's Another Autumn" by Green Lotus Autumn wind whisks across the sky, give me a little bit of inspiration, and so, quietly think of you. The afternoon sunlight is warm, like your clear eyes, bright and friendly. I like your face, like an orchid, elegant and elegant, like a bamboo, like a high moral character, like a sensible person, I want to play a song of love, singing about high mountains and flowing water and the soulmate of your love. The blue sky, the white clouds, the depths of the bamboo forest, I would like to fly the dream in my heart with you, to send you a ray of breeze, to write a piece of poetry, my deepest blessing to you, my dear sister, look, the passing of the geese, is the line of sight that I have been looking up to, the prairie, gives you a broad bosom, the fresh wind, moistens your tired shoulders. The wind and the rain wash your colorful petals, and the green paint your beautiful scrolls. We invite you to the moon, raise a glass of **** joy, and hold hands all the way. The most beautiful thing in the world is the sound of high mountains and flowing water. Thick thoughts, remembering the heart, the moon is still there, sisterly love, and the years are quiet and beautiful, another autumn, and it's sunny if you're okay. I love winter, the little six-petal snowflakes, is the gift of Grandpa Winter to us; I love winter, the children piled up the snowman, is Santa Claus to bring us joy; I love winter, that a snow-white world, is the children's playground; I love winter, that a piece of colorful cotton jacket, to the snow-white world added color; I love winter, that the white and flawless winter.
5. Elementary school poems about the four seasonsPoems about the spring
1, Spring is full of color, a branch of red apricots out of the wall. Ye Shao-weng, the Garden is not worth it
2, Thousands of warblers cry in green and red, and the wine flag winds in the water villages and mountains and guos. Du Mu (杜牧)《绝句》
3. The peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two in number, and the ducks are the first to know the warmth of the water in the spring river. Su Shi - "Huichong (Spring River Scene)"
4, Good rain knows the season, when spring is happening. Du Fu's "The Joyful Rain on Spring Night"
5, Spring is coming - the sound of firecrackers in the year, the spring breeze sends warmth into the tassel. Wang Anshi's "New Year's Day"
6, spring rain - a small building to listen to the spring rain overnight, deep alleys selling apricot blossoms in the morning. Song - Lu You "Lin'an spring rain first clearing"
7, spring breeze - spring breeze and green south bank of the river, when the bright moon shines me back. Wang Anshi "Mooring Guazhou"
8, spring light - waiting to recognize the face of the east wind, ten thousand purples and thousands of reds is always spring. Zhu Xi's "Spring Day"
9, Spring Silence - Spring tide with rain comes in the evening rush, the wild ferry no one boat from the cross. Wei Yingwu "Chuzhou Western Stream"
10, spring sorrow - ask you can have a few sorrows, just like a river of spring water flowing east Li Yu "Yu Beauty"
11, spring return - the red is not a merciless thing, into the mud of spring to protect the flowers. Yang Wanli sent Lin Zifang to the lotus at dawn
2. The tip of a small heath is only showing, and a dragonfly is standing on the head. Yang Wanli Xiaopi
3. In the fragrance of rice flowers, we can hear the sound of frogs. The bright moon startles the magpies, and the breeze sounds the cicadas in the middle of the night. Xin Qiji's "Moon on the Western River"
4. It rains in every house during the yellow plum season, and there are frogs everywhere in the grassy ponds. Zhao Shixiu's "About a Guest"
5. When the plums are yellow, the days are clear, and the streams are full of frogs. The poem was written in the middle of Sanqu Road
Poems about Autumn
1, "It's late in the evening when we stop the car to sit in the maple forest, and the frosty leaves are redder than the flowers in February". Du Mu Mountain Walk
2, Xunyang Jiangtou sends off the guest at night, the maple leaves and dirigible flowers in the fall. Bai Juyi Pipa Xing
3, soughing west wind planted all over the yard, the stamens cold incense cold butterflies difficult to come. I'd rather die holding the fragrance on the branch than blowing it down in the north wind. Huang Chao "Chrysanthemums"
4, Autumn wind, flood waves rise Cao Cao "Cang Cang" withered vines, old trees, crows, bridges and flowing water, Ma Zhiyuan "Tianjingsha - Autumn Thoughts"
Poetry about winter
1, laying a pile of snow pear blossoms, next year, who is this by the railings Du Mu early winter night drink
2, lone boat Demoiselle Rasou Weng, alone fishing in the snow of the cold river. Liu Zongyuan "River Snow"
3, the north wind rolls the ground white grass folded, Hu Tian August is flying snow. Cen Sen's Song of White Snow Sends Judge Wu Back to the Capital
4, Suddenly, the spring breeze comes in the night, and thousands of pear blossoms blossom in a thousand trees. Cen Sen's Song of White Snow Sends the Judge to Return to the Capital
5, Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and twilight of the sun, the north wind blowing geese and snow in droves. Gao Shi Farewell to Dong Da
6, Yanshan snowflakes are as big as a mat, and pieces of them are blown down the Xuan Yuan Terrace Li Bai "North Wind Walking"
7, I can't see you when I turn back to the mountain, but I can't see you when the snow is empty, so I leave my horse in the air. Cen Sen's "Song of White Snow" sends the Judge back to the capital
8, "The clouds across the Qinling Mountains are a thousand snows, and the horses are not advancing in the snowy blue passes. Cold winter white snowflakes drift down one after another Seasons wind Spring wind is gentle with a lazy warmth blowing awake the sleeping seeds blowing green on the branches of each leaf so that the world has a fascinating verdure Summer wind is precious let the sun to release the enthusiasm of a long time stored it carelessly in the air through the surface of the lake shimmering so that the flatboat swim with the wind Autumn wind is the maturity of the wind it makes the maple tree bright and bright let the leaves like flying butterflies. Leaves like fluttering butterflies dancing in the wind with the withering of life weaving new dreams Winter wind is bitterly cold, it blew snowflakes into ice ice in the sunlight brilliant as a jewel that the sky snowflakes unfolded the white feathers of the angels covering the earth pregnant with the hope of a good harvest The four seasons related to you Poetry Spring Morning Push open the sound of spring, outside the window is a piece of misty fog of the morning clouds to the east pressed down low, a bank of verdant reed all The wind is dancing Your name is arranged in a musical score, softly spread into my eyes The melody of the green birds fluttering wings.
The green song, scattered all over the grassy road You returned from the north of Serbia, the sands of the desert still sticking to your lapel You stood in the bow of the boat, playing the first "Willow Branch" The wind and water, the chest sailed through the thousands of sails, and with the sound of your flute, my long hair, which was scattered by your eyes, was combed into a piece of a song, and danced on the waterfront where you had to pass through The Summer Afternoon In the cloudy place where the wind is clear, I watched butterflies roosting on the branches, and falling all over the old willow tree in front of the door. The old willow tree in front of my door, I folded the willow to send my thoughts to you, and with a single staccato of my hearty brushwork, I was able to make it clear that the most emotional of all the songs had long since grown up. Walking across the ridges of the fields full of pods, I imagined that your fingers were running through my black hair, picking up all the leaves of the mugwort, and crossing over to a deserted, or noisy, country. Your shadow always arrives in time, before the cold sound of the rain. But the sun of the afternoon crashes into my eyes, and presses them, hurting me. Dancing with you with the virtual face of a demon, my body is full of gaps The mossy stone steps don't feel the warmth of June The watery sleeves of the cold begin to imagine the warmth of your palm Close to the roots of the trees, I crouch down to listen Underground, the river of darkness is raging, at a depth I can't reach Along the rutting of the song, I stop at a precipice Settling down on an end-of-the-road island, I lose my armor Some longings I can't resist, I set out in a hurry, and I can't find anywhere to land They seep in quietly. They quietly seep into the marrow of the bones and cry out in the darkness of the night because you have always questioned my definition of beauty and my description of butterflies Autumn Twilight In the rambling autumn wind, I begin to bind up books full of sadness and look at the boundless depression and gloomy twilight, and the rutabagas on one bank have turned white and meet with the wind and the frost, they are the faded feathers of high-flying migratory birds, without any take-off date, they can only be the bridesmaid of the falling leaves, they can only be the bridesmaid of the falling leaves, they can only be the maid of honor in a threadbare ink painting. In a threadbare ink painting, I rolled up the scroll from Jiangnan to Sebei, leaving a thousand blank pages, but writing your name on the title page, then wrapping it in oiled paper and stuffing it into the drawer of the years Winter Nights The sunlight lamps are extinguished at dusk, the hustle and bustle of the doorway is eclipsed, and it's treasured on the snowy plateau, and I tighten the scythe in my hand, starting the harvest from the moment I met you. The verses are arranged in rows to block the years and frost from youth.
I don't need a trace of splendor, and I don't have the luxury of hoping that before the freeze, your oars will still be rowed to my door, buried by the days, disappearing in all the horizons, so shaking hands and saying goodbye, easily ignored for the seasons, and day and night, creeping between the mud of vocabulary, like grass, settling down in the soil, but some thoughts stay put, and some other matters of the heart get up, and you've always been in the back of the small space and time, and you have always lifted up the soul's stopping place, and the intertwining of the yellow floating heart, the intertwining of the yellow floating heart, and the intertwining of the white floating heart. The whole concept of the night is close to the ignition point The distant temperature boils the winter snow The cross-positioned disorder causes endless panic I have to empty my heart from time to time to prevent the imbalance from burning and bursting Supplementary Poems: "Spring Night Joyful Rain" by Du Fu, Tang Dynasty Good rain knows the time of the year, and spring is the season when it occurs. The winds are so strong that they are silently moisturizing.
The night path is dark with clouds, and the riverboat fire is only bright. The first thing you need to do is to look at the red wet place, the flowers are heavy Jin Guancheng.
, "Evening Scene on the Spring River in Huichong" Song Su Shi Peach blossoms outside the bamboo, three or two branches, the spring river water warm ducks know first. The piper betel artemisia is full of reed buds short, it is the river dolphin wants to go up.
"The Sentence" Song monk Zhinan Ancient trees in the shade of the tie short tent, staff quinoa to help me cross the bridge east. I was soaked in apricot blossom rain, and the willow wind was not cold on my face.
4, "Dawn out of the Jinci Temple to send Lin Zifang" Song Yang Wanli After all, the West Lake in June, the scenery is not the same as the four seasons. The lotus leaves in the sky are infinitely blue, and the lotus blossoms in the sun are differently red.
Evening clearing" Tang Li Shangyin deep residence overlooking the city, spring to summer is still clear. The sky is the limit, and the earth is the limit of the clear sky.
And add the high pavilion is very high, the slight injection of small window bright. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
In the early summer, Yang Wanli, Song Yang Wanli, "The plums are acidic, the bananas are green, and the window screen is green". The first time I saw this, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you, too. The window contains a thousand snows of the West Ridge, and the door is moored to the East Wu for ten thousand miles.
Jiangxue ---- Liu Zongyuan Thousands of birds fly away from the mountains, ten thousand paths of the people trail extinction. The boat Demoiselle Rouge, fishing alone in the cold river snow.
Plum Blossoms---- Wang Anshi Several branches of plums in the corner of the wall, blooming alone in the cold. I know it's not snow, but there is a dark fragrance that comes from the snowy Hibiscus Mountain Master Jiangxue Liu Changqing Liu Zongyuan, the sun twilight is far away from the Cangshan Mountain, thousands of birds fly away, the sky is cold, the white house is poor.
There are no more trails for people to follow. The dog barks at the wood door, the man in a boat with a straw raincoat returns to his home in the wind and snow.
Fishing alone in the snowy cold river.
7. young children describe the four seasons of the sentence1, early summer sunlight from the dense layers of branches and leaves down, the ground printed with the size of the copper coin sparkling spot.
2, in early summer, all colors of wildflowers are in bloom, red, purple, pink, yellow, like embroidered on a large green carpet of brilliant spots; swarms of bees in the flowers from which they are busy, sucking the stamens, diligently flying to and fro.3, spring sunshine is extraordinarily bright, the spring girl unfolded her smiling face, the sun, the reddish red beams of light shot over, that gently caresses you, like the hands of a young mother.
4. Spring is here! Look, the melting ice water woke up the brook. "Dingdong, Dingdong", it is like a magical singer of nature, singing a clear and pleasant song, running forward.
5. In the orchard, the trees are crowded with fruits, and the apples seem to be like children's faces, red and red, welcoming the golden autumn sunshine, nodding and smiling uncontrollably.