Simple verses about children 1. Fifty Simplest Ancient Poems Learned in Kindergarten
I. Winging the Goose
Author: (Tang) Luo Binwang
The goose, the goose, the goose, the goose, the goose, the goose, the goose, the goose, the goose, the goose, the goose,
Curved necks sing to the sky.
The white fur floats on the green water,
and the red palm plucks the clear waves.
Translation: "Goose! The goose! Geese!" Facing the blue sky, a flock of geese stretched their bent necks and sang. Snow-white feathers float on the turquoise water, and their red paws paddle the clear waves like oars.
Second, "Spring Dawn"
Author: (Tang) Meng Haoran
Spring sleeps without realizing it, and crowing birds are heard everywhere.
The sound of wind and rain in the night, and the number of flowers falling.
Translation: In the spring, when you wake up from sleep, you don't realize that the sky is already bright, and there are birds' clear cries everywhere. I think back to last night's gusts of wind and rain, blowing down how many fragrant spring flowers.
Three: Plum Blossoms
Author: (Song) Wang Anshi
Several branches of plums in the corner of the wall, blooming alone in the cold.
The author of "Plum Blossoms", Wang Anshi, said: "The plum blossom is not snow, but a dark fragrance.
Translation: A few branches of plum blossoms in the corner of the wall bloom alone in the cold. The first thing you need to do is to get a good understanding of how to use the Internet and how to use the Internet. Because the plum blossoms have a hidden fragrance.
Fourth, the spring night rain
Author: (Tang) Du Fu
Good rain knows the time, when the spring is happening.
The wind dives into the night and moistens things silently.
The path is dark with clouds, but the riverboat is bright with fire.
The first time I saw it, I saw it in the red, and the second time I saw it in the red, and the third time I saw it in the red.
The good rain seems to pick the right time to fall in the spring when everything is sprouting. It is the first time in the history of the world that we have seen a rainy day. It is fine and dense, moisturizing everything on the earth. Thick dark clouds cover the paths of the fields; a little light flickers on the fishing boats on the river. Tomorrow morning to see the flowers with dew, Chengdu will be full of flowers in full bloom.
V. Song of the Autumn Pool
By Li Bai
The fireplace shines in the sky and the earth, and the red stars are in a mess of purple smoke.
Blushing with the moonlight, the song moved the cold river.
Translation: The fire shines through the sky and the earth, and red stars flash in the firewood smoke. The smelting workers sang and labored on the night of the bright moon, and their songs resounded through the cold valley.
2. 1 ancient poem describing children, a little simpler
1, "Staying at Xu Gong's Store in Xinshi" by Yang Wanli of Song Dynasty
The hedgerows are sparse and deep, and the flowers in the trees have not yet fallen into the shade.
The children are in a hurry to chase the yellow butterflies, and there is no place to find them in the cauliflowers.
2. "Qing Ping Le - Village Dwelling" by Xin Qiji, Song Dynasty
The eaves of the cottage are low, and the grass is green on the stream.
Drunken Wu Yin is a good match, who is the old woman with white hair.
The eldest child is hoeing beans on the east side of the stream, and the middle child is weaving a chicken coop.
The youngest child is a rogue, lying on the stream and peeling lotus pods.
3. "On the Pond" by Bai Juyi, Tang
The little child held up the boat and stole the white lotus back. I don't know how to hide the trail, but the floating weeds are open together.
4. The Village Dwelling
The grass grows and the warblers fly in February, and the willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke.
Children return early from school, busy taking advantage of the east wind to release paper kites.
5. "What I See" by Yuan Mei
The shepherd boy rode a yellow ox, singing and vibrating the shade of the trees. I wanted to catch the cicadas, but suddenly I closed my mouth and stood up.
6. A Child's Fishing (Tang Hu Linneng)
A child with a shaggy head learns to fish, sitting side by side on the berry moss and grass reflecting his body.
The passer-by asked me to beckon to him, but I was afraid that the fish would be frightened and would not respond.
7. "The Shepherd Boy" by Huang Tingjian, Song
The oxen are far away from the village in front of him, and the flute is blowing in the wind, which is heard across the street.
The first time I saw this, it was a very good time for me to go back to the old days.
8. "Watching Fish Swimming" by Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty
Walking around the pool to watch the fish swimming, it is the time for children to get a fishing boat.
A kind of love fish heart is different, I come to give food to the hook.
9. "The Field House" by Fan Chengda, Song Dynasty
The children of the village were in charge for daytime and nighttime when they were working in the fields.
The children and grandchildren have yet to learn how to plow and weave, but they are also learning how to plant melons in the shade of the mulberry tree.
The sun has just packed it away, but the moon will send it to the future.
11, a go two or three miles, mountain village four or five families. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
12, "Boat past Anren" [Song] Yang Wanli
A leaf of fishing boat two small children, collect manuscripts and stop hitchhiking sitting in the boat. The two children are sitting in the boat. They have opened their umbrellas, not to cover their heads, but to make the wind blow.
3. Find an ancient poem about children.
1. "The Shepherd Boy" by Lu Yan, Tang Dynasty
The grass is spread across the field for six or seven miles, and the flute makes the evening wind blow three or four times. After returning to the house with a full meal, I don't take off my straw raincoat and lie down in the moonlight.
2. "A Boat Passing Anren" by Yang Wanli, Song Dynasty
A fishing boat with two children on it. It is strange that they have opened their umbrellas without rain, not to cover their heads, but to make the wind blow.
3. "Qing Ping Le? The Village Dwelling" by Xin Qiji, Song Dynasty
The eaves of the cottage are low, and the grass is green on the stream. The old woman with white hair is the one who is in a drunken state. The oldest child is hoeing beans on the east side of the stream, the middle child is weaving a chicken coop. I love it when the little ones are so helpless that they lie down and peel the lotus seedpods at the head of the stream.
4. "A Child Making Ice" by Yang Wanli, Song Dynasty
A child makes ice in a golden basin and wears it as a silver gong. The chime is a jade chime that rings through the forest, and the sound of Edward shattering the ground.
5. "Staying at Xu Gong Dian in Xin Shi" by Yang Wanli, Song Dynasty
The hedgerows are sparse and the path is deep, and the flowers on the trees have not yet fallen into the shade. The children are chasing after the yellow butterflies, and there is no way to find them in the cauliflower.
6. "Fishing for Children" by Hu Linneng, Tang Dynasty
A child with a shaggy head learns how to fish, sitting on the side of the berry moss and grass reflecting his body. The passerby asked me to beckon him, but I was afraid that the fish would be scared and would not answer me.
7. He Zhizhang of the Tang Dynasty
He left his home when he was young and returned to his old age, and his hometown accent has not changed. The children do not know each other, and ask where the guests come from.
8. "On the Pond" by Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty
A child in a small boat picks a white lotus. I don't know how to hide the trail, but the floating weeds are opening together.
9. "Watching Fish Swimming" by Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty
I walked around the pool and watched the fish swimming, just as the children were getting their fishing boats. I love fish with a different heart, and I'm here to give them food.
10. "With My Little Daughter" by Wei Zhuang, Tang Dynasty
I saw the man who first understood the language and refused to go back to sleep and loved the small car. The first time I saw him, I was so dumb that I refused to go back to my bed and fell in love with the car.
11, "The Story of the Stream House" by Cui Daorong, Tang Dynasty
The spring breeze is blowing into the fishing bay. The children suspected that there were some visitors from the village, and they hurried to the door of the wood but closed it.
12, "Shadow of the Flower" Song Su Shi
The stacks are stacked up on the Yao Tai, and several times I called the children to return to not be able to do so. The sun has just cleaned it up, but the moon will send it to the future.
13. "The Field House" by Fan Chengda of Song Dynasty
The children of the village are all in charge of their own families, working in the fields in the daytime and weaving hemp in the night. The children and grandchildren have not yet learned to plow and weave, but they are learning to plant melons in the shade of the mulberry tree.
14. "Miscellany of the Four Seasons in the Field" by Fan Chengda, Song
Plowing the fields in the daytime and weaving hemp in the night, the children of the village are all in charge of their own families. The children and grandchildren have not yet learned to plow and weave, but they are learning to plant melons in the shade of the mulberry tree.
15. "In the Mulberry Tea Pit Road" by Yang Wanli, Song Dynasty
When it is clear that the wind and the rain are dry, the grass is full of flowers, and the water is full of streams. The child is sleeping in the willow shade, and a cow has eaten its way through the willow shade.
16, "Idle Habitat in Early Summer" Song Yang Wanli
Plums left sour and soft teeth, bananas share green and window screen. The day is long, and I can't think of anything else, so I'm just going to watch the children catch the willow flowers.
17. "The Village Dwelling" by Gao Ding, Qing Dynasty
The grass is long and the warblers are flying in February, the willows on the embankment are intoxicated with spring smoke. The children are busy taking advantage of the east wind to release paper kites.
18. "What I See" by Yuan Mei
The shepherd boy rode a yellow ox and sang to the trees. I want to catch the cicadas, but suddenly I closed my mouth.
19, "Shepherd Boy" Song Huang Tingjian
Riding oxen far past the village, blowing the flute wind slanting across the Long heard.
The first is the "The Crowd", which is the first time I've ever seen the "The Crowd", and the second is the "The Crowd", which is the first time I've ever seen the "The Crowd".
I would float down to the river,
and become a drop of water,
and play with the fishes and shrimps?
Float to the square,
and build a snowman,
looking at you and smiling?
Kiss her,
and melt away happily.
......
"Daddy's Snoring"
It's like a little train on a hill,
it reminds me of,
a beautiful forest.
Papa's Snoring,
which is always intermittent,
makes me worry that the train will derail.
Huh?
Dad's snoring has stopped,
is the train at the station?
To the Mouse
I love you all -
A pair of witty eyes,
Pink ears .
I like you even though you're bad.
If I came to your kingdom,
I would want you to,
wash your face, wash your hands, take a bath, and brush your teeth.
And I would teach you to
work for yourselves,
and not to be sneaky about what you do.
I'd also like to introduce you to a friend -
his name is Cat.
"I'm actually ......"
I'm actually a cloud,
and when I'm in the sky,
floating freely,
I'd like to tell you this.
In fact, I am a butterfly,
When I was fluttering at the tip of a flower,
and saw many insects,
I want to tell you so.
In fact, I am a yellow leaf,
when I drifted down from the tree,
coloring the earth in gold,
I want to tell you so.
5. Children's Poetry Book 100 (to be shorter, also become too short)
1, "The Moon"
The moon in the sky is full and round,
shines in the sea like a jade disk.
A school of fish swam by,
and the disk of jade broke into two or three pieces.
The fish were so scared that they ran away,
all the way to the rocks.
Looking back,
the moon was still full.
2. A Little Fairy Tale
To the south of the clouds,
that far away place,
a group of leaves said,
We want to open like a flower.
A group of flowers said:
We want to fly like birds.
A group of peacocks said:
We want to grow like trees.
3. "Pomegranate"
The pomegranate blossomed
It was Auntie Summer who tied
a bright bow
The pomegranate fruit ripened
It was Mother Autumn who shook
the red bells of the harvest
4. "Fourteen years old, the Blue Harbor"
Life is a long river
The fourteen years old is the blue harbors of the blue harbors of the blue harbors of the blue harbor of the blue harbor of the blue harbor of the blue harbor of the pomegranate. p> Fourteen is the blue harbor,
There are impulsive waves,
but also thinking about the waves.
There's love, but it's hazy,
I don't understand it, but I do understand a little,
like the river under the morning mist,
I can see it, but it's hard to tell.
I've got a lot on my mind,
I don't know what to say,
I'm as naive as a wave,
I never know what it means to be sad.
The boy was brave,
even when the gun flew, he did not blink;
the girl was timid,
when she saw the beanstalker, she jumped far away.
The boy was a good boy,
but he was a good boy.
I wish there were more exclamation points,
so that the adults would be impressed.
But the question marks in my head are never straight,
and my teachers are often embarrassed by my strange questions.
You talk about your ideals and he talks about his ideals.
Ideals change like the tides.
You want to be a hero and he wants to be a hero.
He often takes risks to be a hero.
Ah, fourteen, the blue harbor,
Fourteen, the paradise of ideals,
From here the ships of life are sailed,
and the sunrise weaves marvelous garlands for them.
5. The Buds
Spring is here
The weather is warm
Hurry up and come out
Little buds
Don't just show a little head
How beautiful it is outside the bark of the tree
Hurry up and come out
The sun will give you
a green coat
The spring breeze will Send you
Sweet drops of dew
6. "The Fishing Fire"
The night is quiet
The river
Is a good boy
Listening to the mother moon
Going to sleep
The fisherman lights the fishing fire
The river
Is like opening its eyes
The river water
is like opening its eyes
as if it were talking in its sleep
6. Famous Modern Children's Poems
1, "The Little Boat" by Ye Shengtao
A little boat with a curved moon, a little boat with two pointed ends,
I sit in a little boat, and I can only see the shining stars and the blue sky.
2, "The Moon's Hometown" by Peng Bangzhen
A moon in the sky, a moon in the water;
The moon in the sky is in the water, the moon in the water is in the sky;
Look down at the water, look up at the sky;
Look at the moon, think of the hometown, a moon in the water, a moon in the sky.
3, "The Color of Life" by Zeng Zhuo
A child asked me what color life is.
Sometimes it is the silver of shining laurels, sometimes the black of long nights,
Sometimes it is the red of soaring flames, sometimes the gray of hazy skies,
Sometimes it is the blue of the vast ocean, sometimes the yellow of the infinite desert,
Sometimes it is the green of the summer forests, sometimes the violet of the twilight twilight,
I can not tell you What color is life, I can't imagine life as just a single color,
It spins and spins forward, flashing brilliant colors.
4, "paper boat - send mother" by Bing Xin
I never want to give up a piece of paper, always stay - stay,
folded into a one by one a very small boat, in the boat thrown down in the sea.
Some of them were blown by the wind to the boat in the window, some were wet by the waves, stained in the bow of the boat 7a6431333431343661.
I am still not discouraged every day of the folding, and always hope that there is a can be flowed to the place where I want it to go.
Mother, if you see a small white boat in your dream, don't be surprised if it comes into your dream for no reason.
It was folded with tears by your beloved daughter, begging it to carry her love and sorrow home.
5, "Several kinds of trees" by Ye Shengtao
The poplar tree stands straight up a few feet high, and the willow tree hangs upside down with fine branches.
The leaves of the ginkgo tree are like a fan, and the leaves of the toon tree are like a feather.
The peach tree and the apricot tree blossom early, and the tassel blossoms in spring and summer.
Pine and cypress trees are always green, and maple leaves are red in the fall.
7. Simple children's poems
Misuzu Kaneko's children's poems: Misuzu Kaneko's poem Me and the bird and the bell I can't fly in the sky with my arms outstretched, but the bird that can fly can't run on the ground as fast as me.
I can't shake my body, but I can't make a good sound, and the bells that ring can't sing as many songs as I can. Bells, birds, and me, we're different, and we're all great. The white threads become dark blue. Why are the white shells white when they're dipped in the blue sea? In the evening sky, the white clouds become red.
Why is the white moon white when it floats in the deep blue night sky? The tree is so happy.
Frostbite Frostbite has a little itchy Warm winter outside the back door of the camellia flowers bloomed Picked a stick in the hair and look at my frostbite Suddenly, I seem to be like the story of a child without a mother, and even the light blue transparent sky, have become lonely. But the fish in the sea have no care, they're not naughty at all, but they're being eaten by me. Poor fish. Fishing, fishing. The sun is out, the fish are full, the sardines are full. The sea is like a temple fair, but in the sea, tens of thousands of sardines are in mourning, right? What if the hat gets in the way? What if you're afraid of slipping? Throw away the hazelnuts and put the hat on your head.
At the foot of the mountain, the wildflowers are blooming, pick flowers, but what if your apron gets in the way? I had no choice but to throw away all the hazelnuts. I hid a candy, it was my brother's candy.
I thought he wouldn't eat it, so I ate it. What would I have done if mom had told him there were two? I put it down, I picked it up, I put it down again, and my brother never came, so I ate the second candy.
The bitter candy, the sad candy. I want to like everything. I want to like this and that.
I want to like everything, like green onions, and tomatoes, and fish. I want to like everything. I want to like everything because my mom makes all the food at home.
I want to like everything about this and that.
I want to like everything about the doctor and the crow.
Because all the world was created by God. Have you hidden it? -- Not yet! Under the loquat tree, in the peony, hiding children.
-- Is it hidden? -- Not yet! In the branches of the loquat tree, in the green fruit, the bird and the loquat fruit. -- Have you hidden? -- Not yet! At the end of the sky, in the black soil, summer and spring.
The Tree
The flower sheds its flowers, the fruit ripens, the fruit falls, the leaves fall off, and then it sprouts again, blossoms. How many times must it be repeated before the tree comes to rest? Flower Volume Source: Little Bookstore Author: Kaneko Misuzu [Font: Large Medium Small] When I am sad and cry, I always smell orange blossoms.
I've been gambling here for a long, long time, and no one's come looking for me, and I'm tired of seeing the ants crawling endlessly out of the holes in the walls. I'm tired of the ants crawling out of the holes in the wall, the laughter coming from the wall, the warehouse, and the tears coming out of my eyes when I think of them.
The girl stood on the ridge of the field of purple daffodils, where the spring sunlight floated. The girl is holding the purple daffodils, and I'm picking them too.
The girl smiled, and I couldn't help but smile.
The girl smiled, and I smiled too. The ridge of the purple daffodil is covered with spring clouds, and the larks are calling out.
Petunias The blue petunia bloomed over there, and the white petunia bloomed over here. A bee flew by, and there were two flowers.
A sun shines on the two flowers. The blue petunia is thankful over there, and the white petunia is thankful over here.
This is the end of the story, so I'll see you soon. The fragrance of laurel fills the courtyard.
Outside the gate, the wind is blowing, whether to come in or not to come in, the wind is whispering. The wind is whispering about whether to come in or not.
It's as if I were going out as a guest. Outside the open back door, I quietly learned to dance.
Thud, thud, clapping and waving my hands for fear of being seen. The smell of indigo dye fresh and new, the smell of bathrobe sleeves, I'm so happy.
① A yukata is a simple kimono worn in summer. --I don't want you to say anything to anyone, okay? The flowers quietly shed tears in the corner of the garden in the morning.
If it gets to the bees, they'll fly back to return the honey as if they've done something wrong. The star in the sky asked the fenugreek flower, "Aren't you lonely? The milk-white cucurbit replied, "Not at all.
The stars in the sky blinked their eyes and stopped talking after that. The fenugreek flower, feeling lonely, gradually hung its head.
8. Kindergarten Class Poetry
Aria of the Goose
(Tang) Luo Binwang
The goose, the goose, the goose, sings to the sky with a crooked neck.
The goose, the goose, sings to the sky with a crooked neck.
"Silent Night Thoughts"
(Tang) Li Bai
The light of the moon in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.
The moonlight in front of the bed is the light of the moon, which is suspected to be the frost on the ground.
This is the only place in this mountain where I don't know where the clouds are deep.
"Looking at Mount Lushan Waterfalls"
(Tang) Li Bai
The incense burner produces purple smoke in the sunshine, and the waterfall hangs in front of the river in the distance.
The waterfall falls three thousand feet straight down, suspected to be the Milky Way falling nine days.
The monkeys on both sides of the river can't stop crying, and the light boat has already crossed ten thousand mountains.
"The Last Verse"
(Tang) Du Fu
Two orioles in the green willow, a line of egrets on the blue sky.
The window contains a thousand snowy autumns in the West Ridge, and the door is moored to a ten-thousand-mile boat in the East Wu.
The Song of the Traveling Son
(Tang) Meng Jiao
The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a traveling son.
The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a traveling son.
Who says that the heart of an inch of grass is the same as that of three spring sunshine?
Luo Binwang: (about 638-684), the word sightseeing, Han nationality, Wuzhou Yiwu (present-day Yiwu, Zhejiang Province), Tang Dynasty poets, with Wang Bo, Yang Jiong, Lu Zhaolin, known as the "early Tang Four Heroes". With Wang Bo, Yang Jiong and Lu Zhaolin, they were called the "Four Great Poets of the Early Tang Dynasty", and with Fu Jiamu, they were called "Fu Luo". He was a bold and elegant poet with a strict meter.
Li Bai (李白): (701-762), the word Taibai (太白), the name of the Green Lotus Dweller (青莲居士), and the name of the Exiled Immortal (谪仙人), was a great Romantic poet of the Tang Dynasty, and was regarded as the "Immortal of Poetry" by the later generations, and was known as Li Du (李杜). Li Du", in order to distinguish from the other two poets, Li Shangyin and Du Mu, that is, "small Li Du", Du Fu and Li Bai are also known as "big Li Du". He is a bright and generous person who loves to drink wine and make poems, and enjoys making friends.
Jia Dao (贾岛): (779 - 843), the character Langxian (also known as Langxian), a native of Fanyang (present-day Zhuozhou City, Hebei Province), was a poet of the Tang Dynasty in China. Jia Dao was a poor man, and was once a monk, known by the name of Wuben. Jia Dao was a famous poet of the "Bitter Minstrel School", from whom the famous allusion to "Push and Knock" originated.
Du Fu: (712-770), the word Zimei, Han nationality, the Tang Dynasty Henan Gongxian (now Zhengzhou Gongyi City, Henan Province), the self-proclaimed Shaoling wild old man, the Tang Dynasty, the great realist poets, and Li Bai, known as "Li Du". In order to distinguish himself from the other two poets, Li Shangyin and Du Mu, who were known as "Little Li Du", Du Fu and Li Bai were also known as "Big Li Du", and Du Fu was also often called "Old Du". The influence of Du Fu in classical Chinese poetry is very far-reaching, and he is called the "Sage of Poetry" by later generations, and his poems are called "History of Poetry".
Meng Jiao (孟郊): (751~814) was a poet of the Tang Dynasty, with the character Dongye (东野), a native of Wukang, Huzhou (present-day Deqing County, Zhejiang Province) in the Tang Dynasty, whose ancestry was Pingchang (present-day Linyi County, Dezhou, Shandong Province), and whose ancestor lived in Luoyang (present-day Henan Province). There are more than 500 poems in existence, most of which are short, five-character ancient poems, none of which is in metered form. His poetic attitude was extremely rigorous, and he was often painstaking in his thought and effort, and he was even astringent in his approach, for example, "Youzi Yin". Meng Jiao was known as the "Prisoner of Poetry", and was on a par with Jia Dao, known as "Jiao Han Dao Thin". In the ninth year of Yuanhe, he died of illness in Wengxiang (present-day Lingbao, Henan Province).