About child flying kite poems

1.Sentences describing a child flying a kite

1. My kite was triangular and the colors were all taken from the sky rainbow, which was very beautiful. I put some lines to the kite first, then the kite got up before I threw the kite upward and ran up against the wind, letting go of the lines while I did so, and sending the lines upward with my other hand. Up, up, the kite winds up! It danced in the sky for a while, but God forbid, the wind gradually decreased and stopped, and the kite slowly fell down like a falling leaf. I collected a little bit of line, I thought it would be better, but the kite did not descend more. Wind, why don't you blow up! I saw the kite fall and land on the ground.

2. My kite reflected this lake lamp, looks particularly beautiful. The tourists are also tsk tsk tsk. I was so happy! When I looked up again, the sky has more kites than I can count. Beautiful kite, you take the good, with hope, fly to a brighter tomorrow!

3, we came to Zhao Yuan Square to fly a kite, I that line, mom's hand grasping the kite, I shouted: "one, two, three start!" Mom let go, I ran forward quickly, "haha" my Fuwa kite flew up to the sky at once. There are flying saucer kites, eagles, swallows, pythons, butterflies, airplanes, Fuwa ...... on the sky. The blue sky is really colorful and colorful, painted into a beautiful and bright picture of spring.

2. Poetry describing kite flying

Poetry describing kite flying first appeared in the Tang Dynasty, Yuan Zhen wrote in his aria poem "There are birds twenty chapters":

"There are birds there are birds group of paper kites, due to the wind and false potential children hold. Go to the ground gradually high people's eyes messed up, the world for er feathers all.

The wind and the rope broke the child away, the remaining potential still exist in the sky. The first time I saw this, I was so worried that I had to go to the ground, and then I fell into the mud.

Irony of borrowing things, far-reaching meaning.

Kou Zhun, the famous prime minister of the Northern Song Dynasty, once wrote a poem called "Paper Kite":

"The fall of autumn is quiet, and the power of the sky is still weak.

The clear wind, if it can be supported, will eventually **** the white clouds fly."

Lu You, a poet of the Southern Song Dynasty, depicted the paper kite in an anthropomorphic style, which is very vivid and interesting:

"The bamboo horse stumbled and rushed to the Nao, and the paper kite trekked and held the wind."

Xu Wei, a famous poet and painter in the Ming Dynasty, wrote 25 poems about the wind kite, the most representative of which is:

"Jiangbei and Jiangnan paper harriers are all the same, the line is long and the line is short and back to the high and low.

The spring breeze has no evidence since ancient times, a team of horsemen get the flute."

Depicts the lively scene of kite flying in Jiangnan at that time.

Another song

"I also used to play with paper, and I am not as old as I am now.

That can be more stationed in the spring horse, idle look at the children when the line is broken."

After reading this, it is very thought-provoking.

The Qing Dynasty poet Gao Ding's poem "Village Dwelling":

"The grass is long and the warblers are flying in February, and the willow on the embankment is drunk with spring smoke.

Children return early from school, busy taking advantage of the east wind to release paper kites."

This is a popular description of kite flying.

Kong Shangren also has a poem describing children's kite flying:

"The children's pants are red in color, and the clues in their hands scold the God of Heaven:

Everyone praises you for coming early in spring, but I owe you five zhang winds for the kites." The image of an innocent, fun-loving child jumps off the page.

Zheng Banqiao, one of the "Eight Monsters of Yangzhou", was the magistrate of Weixian County, and he chanted in his poem Weixian County:

"Paper flowers like snow fly all over the sky, and the delicate girl swings to play all around.

The five-colored skirt swings in the wind, and it is good to fight the butterflies back in spring."

During the Daoguang period, Weixian jinshi scholar and poet Guo Lian wrote in the Weixian Bamboo Branch Lyrics:

"One hundred and forty-four days of the small cold food, swimming on the White Wave River.

Paper lovebirds son of the swing woman, chaotic than the new spring swallows more."

These two poems are a detailed record of the Weifang folk spring kite flying scene in the Qing Dynasty.

In the Qing Dynasty, there were also two female poets who wrote poems about kites with broken strings, which had a unique flavor and mood. One of them is Chen Changsheng's "Spring Letter Writing":

"The soft red countless fallen into the mud, in front of the court to promote the spring green gradually Qi.

The parrot's words were suddenly heard outside the window, and the kite blew down the west side of the painted eaves."

Another song is Luo Qilan's "Spring Boudoir":

"When it is cold and sunny, the shadow of the sun shifts from the window as I sleep.

Where did the kite blow off its strings? The kite was blown to the apricot blossom branch." Read intriguing, interesting.

Cao Xueqin in "Dream of Red Mansions", but also to broken kites as a riddle for the production of a riddle:

"Children under the steps look up to the face, the most appropriate decoration of the Qingming.

The kite's strings are broken, so don't complain to the east wind about the separation." It's a wonderful puzzle.

Zhou Zuoren (周作人) wrote in "Children's Miscellaneous Poems":

"Catfishes float in the middle of the day, butterflies fly up to the sky.

Flying a kite must prevent the weather from changing, so don't let the wind blow in a chaotic manner." It can be said that the most fearful of kite flying is the uncertainty of the wind direction, which can be said to be the voice of experience.

The modern song "March 3":

"Another year, March 3, kites flying all over the sky, holding my thoughts and dreams, back to childhood; remember that March 3, a night hard to close their eyes, looking at the corner of the wall of the kite paste, do not realize that the day of the light; woke up the village partners, together to the village side, embracing the painting with a small bird of the kite, everyone smiling; grab the soil to try the wind, and the kite, the kite, and the kite, and then the kite, and then the kite, and then the kite, and then the kite, and then the kite, and then the kite, and then the kite. The kite will carry the innocent laughter and go with the white cloud."

There is also a modern poem:

The spring breeze in March / lifted up your wings / blue sky / accomplished your dream /

Free bird / you no longer envy / you have your own pursuit and yearning /

Flying to the blue sky / fighting the wind and clouds / overlooking the red flowers and green grass / fond of the charming spring light /

Your destiny / although clutched in the hands of others / but you strive to fight /

Your fate / although clutched in the hands of others / but you strive to fight /

Your fate / though clutched in the hands of others / but you strive to fight /

Your fate / though clutched in the hands of others / you strive to fight You fight hard and never give in/

In your bright eyes there is only longing and desire for life/not a trace of frustration or sadness/

The clear skies show your grace/the stormy days hold your reverie/

You never worry about your future/never envision a place for you to return to/

You understand the wish of the flyer/the desire of the flyer. You know the wishes of the people who fly/flying yourself/is flying their hopes/

As long as the people who love life are happy/you will always soar in the blue sky/

You are not afraid of the wind and rain attacking your thin bones/not afraid of the threads breaking and losing your way/

You look up to the sky with a long smile/flying their dreams.

3. Ancient poems about children flying kites

Ancient poems about children flying kites are: 1. The grass grows and the warblers fly in February, and the willow on the embankment is drunk with spring smoke.

Children return early from school, busy taking advantage of the east wind to fly paper kites.

How much power can the spring wind consume, and how much power can it bring the children to the blue sky.

Everyone praises you for coming early in spring, but you owe me five zhang of wind for the kite.

Bamboo horses are walking on the ground, and paper kites are singing in the wind. The first time I saw this was when I was a student of the Confucians, and the second time I saw the old man plowing.

The first time I saw this, I was able to learn how to read and write, so I didn't have to work hard.

The first time I saw the movie, I was able to see the movie from a distance, and I was able to see the movie from a distance, and I was able to see the movie from a distance, and I was able to see the movie from a distance.

Only by a line with the wind, there will be fools look up. The first time I saw it, it was a very good one, and I was very happy to see it.

We can't afford to go far into the darkness, and it's hard to kill the Peng Tuan with a smile.

"In the second month of the lunar calendar, the grass in front of and behind the village has gradually sprouted and grown, and the yellow warblers fly to and fro. The willows, with their long green branches, swayed in the wind as if gently caressing the embankment.

The vapor that evaporates between the water and the trees is condensed like smoke. The willows seem to be intoxicated by the richness of the scenery.

The children in the village rush home after school and take advantage of the east wind to fly their kites into the blue sky.2. The Poem of the Wind Kite Picture was written by Xu Wei, a famous artist of the Ming Dynasty.

The poet organically combines the poem and the painting with rich imagination, and the poem and the painting complement each other in an interesting way. This poem writes about the preparation before releasing the paper kite and the feeling when the paper kite flies up to the sky, without directly laying out the activities of releasing the paper kite, that should be left to the picture to explain.

The poet tells the readers that a group of children rubbed the kite vigorously, and when the line was long enough, they came to the countryside with great excitement.3. "Kites" was written by Kong Shangren in the Qing Dynasty.

It is written in the early spring, the child in red wants to fly a kite but suffers from the lack of wind, and complains about the God of Heaven. The kite is a metaphor for himself, and he uses the fact that the God of Heaven refuses to give the wind to make the kite unable to fly high to express the pain of his own predicament and the indignation of his unrecognized talent.

4. "Viewing Village Children Playing on the Stream" was created by Lu You, a patriotic poet of the Southern Song Dynasty. Children's games are varied and rich.

The first two couplets write about two kinds of games, one is to ride a bamboo horse; one is to fly a kite. Bamboo horse running on the ground, running around wobbling even with a "horse" rushed into the mud, not a spoilsport; kites flying in the air, left and right, flying and screaming, not proud.

5, "paper kites" is the Northern Song poet Wang Ling. The first character Zhong Mei, later changed the character Feng Yuan.

Originally from Yuancheng (present-day Daming, Hebei). He lost his parents at the age of five and lived in Guangling (present-day Yangzhou, Jiangsu Province) with his uncle Wang Yi.

When he grew up, he made a living by teaching in Tianchang and Gaoyou, and had the ambition to rule the country and pacify the people. Wang Anshi highly valued his writings and personality.

Mr. Guangling's Essays and Seventeen Histories of Mengjiu.

4. What are the sentences describing the children flying kites

1. Riding a bull far past the front village, blowing the flute wind diagonally across the Long heard. How many Chang'an famous and profitable guests, the organs are not as good as the gentleman. --Yang Wanli, "Staying at Xu Gong Dian in the New City"

3, "The cow is herded in the morning, and the cow is herded down the river. The night time is the time to herd cows, to herd cows to the village valley. The lotus raincoat out of the forest spring rain fine, reed pipe lying blowing grass green. The arrow is full of wild artemesia, not afraid of tigers bullying yellow calves. --Li Shibu, "Shepherd Boy Lyrics"

4. Jade and pearls for sixty years, who taught the medieval road as a poet. The floating clouds are not tied to Bai Juyi, and the word "Lotte" is not a word for creation. The children can sing the song of long hatred, and the children can sing the song of pipa. I have been thinking about you for a long time, but I am very sad. -Xuanzong Li Chen "hanging Bai Juyi"

5, afternoon walk along the river, the river water is clear, in my feet flow. The water is as big as a bucket, and the fish at the edge of the stone swim gently. The little shepherd boy was afraid of being shy, squatting naked on the edge of the field and the head of the ground. In his mouth he calls out to the big flower dog, and in his hand he holds the old yellow cow. The willows are so light that I want to get drunk, and I suspect that I am dreaming of returning to my childhood. --Xuanzhi Weng

7, pine shade, half bow moss, occasionally want to read and lazy to open the book. The children mistook the sound of rain for the spring sprinkling of banana leaves. --Yang Wanli, one of the two poems of "Idle Habitation in Early Summer"

8. Children don't know each other when they see each other, and they laugh and ask where the guests come from. --He Zhizhang's "A Book of Returning to the Countryside"

9. The children and grandchildren are not yet ready for plowing and weaving, but they are also learning to plant melons in the shade of the mulberry tree. --Fan Chengda's "Miscellany in the Field at Four Times"

10, who is not tied to a boat outside the hedge, the spring breeze blew into the fishing bay. The children suspected that there was a visitor from the village and hurried to the wood door to close it. --Cui Daorong's "The Stream Dwelling"

11, the pastoral vertical holding a straw raincoat, meet the wind proudly. The cow is playing the piccolo, and the plow is in a field near the stream. --Cui Daorong's "Shepherd's Hair"

12. The thatched roof is low, and the grass is green on the stream. I'm not sure if I've ever seen a woman with white hair, but I'm sure if I've ever seen a woman with white hair, and I've never seen a woman with white hair. The first child is hoeing beans on the east side of the stream, and the middle child is weaving a chicken coop. I like it best when the youngest child is lying down and peeling lotus seedpods on the stream. How much force can be used up by the spring breeze to bring children to the blue sky? --Xu Wei "wind kite map poem" one of the

14, grass full of ponds full of water, mountains, the sun dipped cold ripples. The shepherd boy returns to the cow's back, and the piccolo is blown without any accent. --Lei Zhen's "Evening in the Village"

15, plums stay sour and soft teeth, bananas share green and window screen. The day is long, and I have no feelings, so I watch the children catching willow flowers. --Yang Wanli, one of the two poems of "Idle Dwelling in Early Summer, Getting Up from Napping"

5. Children's poems about kite-flying

Children's poems about kite-flying include:

1, Flying a kite.

The wind blows, the treetops move, let's go fly a kite.

I pull the string slowly loose, the kite flies into the white clouds.

The Monkey King chases after the red dragonflies.

The sky is blue, the flowers are red, and the grass is green.

2. Kites.

Red dragonflies and green centipedes, blue butterflies and yellow bees.

The kites are flying in the sky and dancing in the wind.

A string is attached to the kite, a rope is hung from it, and the children drag it and chase it.

Don't let go!

3. Flying kites.

I'd rather I fly into the wind and pounce on my hard-earned dreams.

The same innocence as you, not afraid to fall from the heights.

You are the line wrapped around my hand, the kite held on the line

When I gently pull to the end, you came to my arms.

We are all as innocent as each other, and people with dreams are like kites.

The voice of the dreamer, only the dreamer can hear.