1. Poems about childhood

Poems about childhood 1. Poems about childhood and famous quotes

1. Things that are always unique and irreplaceable: this It's a childhood memory. ——French novelist and dramatist Dugar's childhood quotes in "Thibaud's Family"

2. Don't wait for a moment. The gray head of a young man will make you sad. ——Yue Fei

3. Childhood is a stage in the continuous regeneration process of life. Human beings will survive forever in this continuous regeneration process. ——Irish playwright Bernard Shaw, "Parents and Children"

4. We should strive to make our children strong, so that they can live a peaceful and quiet childhood in a loving environment, and that they can have good confidence. Extend it as long as possible. ——Marie Curie

5. The ability to think objectively is reason, and the emotion based on reason is humility. Only by freeing ourselves from our childhood illusions of omniscience and omnipotence can we be objective and use our reason. ——Childhood quotes from German psychiatrist Fromm

6. I don’t have any talents, but I just like to pursue problems to the root. ——Einstein

7. The greatest pride in life is to realize your childhood dream when you become an adult. ——Ma Jia

8. Don’t try to know everything, otherwise you will know nothing. ——Democritus

9. I remember, I remember, the tall fir tree was lush and green; I often thought that its delicate treetops were close to the blue sky; that was My childhood fantasies. And I now know that heaven is further away than we imagined as a child, which makes me unhappy. ——British poet Thomas Hood "I remember, I remember"

10. Children are the key to heaven. ——Merri Stoddard, "Children's Prayer"

11. The more questions a child asks, the more he will know about things around him in early childhood, and the smarter he will be in school. The brighter the eyes, the sharper the memory. To cultivate your child's intelligence, you have to teach him to think. ——Former Soviet educator Suhomlinsky

12. Praise childhood, it brings the beauty of heaven amidst the difficulties of our earthly world. ——Amir

13. False knowledge is worse than ignorance. Ignorance is like an open field that can be cultivated and sown, while false knowledge is like a wasteland full of weeds from which it is almost impossible to pull out the grass. ——Kang Tu

14. The ignorance of childhood is cute, the ignorance of teenagers is ridiculous, the ignorance of youth is pitiful, the ignorance of middle age is deplorable, and the ignorance of old age is sad. ——Professor of Beijing Normal University and cultural scholar Yu Dan’s childhood quotes

15. The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. The pen falls in the storm, and the poem becomes the weeping ghosts and gods. ——Du Fu

16. To be a true confidant, you must trust each other. [Russia] Leo Tolstoy: "Childhood, Boyhood, Youth"

17. Childhood was originally the most wonderful stage of life. At that time, the child was a flower and a fruit. It is a hazy intelligence, a kind of never-ending activity, a strong desire. ——French writer Balzac, "Usure Miroe"

18. If my childhood days could come back, then I would no longer waste time, I would use every minute and every second. Come and read! ——Indian poet, writer, philosopher, Rabindranath Tagore, winner of the 1913 Nobel Prize for Literature, "The Fulfillment of Wishes"

19. If kind emotions are not formed in childhood, then you will not be able to cultivate them at any time. This feeling comes. Because the formation of people's sincere feelings is connected with the understanding of the most important truths that they first come into contact with, as well as the experience and feeling of the most delicate aspects of the motherland's language. ——Suhomlinsky

20. What we know is limited, but what we don’t know is infinite. ——Laplace

2. Poems about childhood

When I was young, I didn’t know the moon, and called it a white jade plate.

Li Bai

Children run fast to chase yellow butterflies, which fly into cauliflowers and are nowhere to be found.

Children come back early from school and are busy flying kites in the east wind.

The young man doesn’t know the feeling of sorrow, so he falls in love with the stairs and tries to describe his sorrow in order to compose new words.

There were many poems describing children in ancient my country. Their language is concise and the images are vivid, shaping various attitudes of children. The author has selected several poems from common books such as "Three Hundred Tang Poems", "Complete Tang Poems", and "Zijia Poems" for the enjoyment of readers.

He Zhizhang, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, wrote in "The Book of Returning to Hometown": "When a young boy leaves home and his elder comes back, his local pronunciation has not changed and his hair on his temples has faded. When children see each other but do not recognize each other, they laugh and ask where the guest is from. Come?" The whole poem only has twenty-eight words, but it paints a beautiful picture for us. The author returned to his hometown after a long stay in a foreign land, but the children in his hometown did not recognize him, so they smiled and asked where he was a guest. These children are childish, lively, polite and very cute.

Cui Daorong, also from the Tang Dynasty, wrote: "Whose house outside the fence did not tie up the boat, and the spring breeze blew into the fishing bay. The child suspected that there were villagers, and hurried to Chaimen but closed it." "Xi Ju Ji" "Things" is a small poem that describes interesting things happening by the stream in a fishing village in spring. Someone's small boat outside the fence forgot to tie the cable, and was blown into the fishing bay by the gentle spring breeze. The boy who was fishing by the water did not know the truth and mistakenly thought that he had a visitor. He hurriedly put down his fishing rod and ran to the door of his house to report the news. He wanted to open the firewood door to welcome him, but he closed the door in the rush. The poet wrote a series of actions of the child into the poem, which seemed simple and natural yet lifelike, vividly depicting the hospitable nature of rural children.

Rural children are not only hospitable, but also very hardworking. Fan Chengda, a poet of the Song Dynasty, wrote in one of his pastoral poems "Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons": "Plowing in the fields during the day and working on hemp crops at night, the children of the village are in charge of their own families. The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to plant seeds in the mulberry field. Melon." This describes the scene of intense labor in the countryside in the summer. "Village children" refer to adult farmers, and "children and grandchildren" refer to children. Although children in rural areas do not yet know how to plow fields and weave cloth, when they see adults weeding and twisting twine, they imitate adults and plant melons under the mulberry branches.

The children not only learned to grow melons, they also learned to fish. Hu Lingneng, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, wrote in "Children's Fishing": "A child with a disheveled head is learning to fish, sitting sideways on the strawberry grass. Passers-by ask questions and wave from a distance, fearing that the fish will be frightened and no one will respond." Look, this "puffy boy" The little guy with his head "sitting sideways" is so naughty and cute. He is afraid that the fish will be startled and won't bite the hook. He won't even answer passers-by when asking for directions. Although he is "learning fishing", he is very serious! The poet wrote it by hand, seemingly without any effort. In fact, he worked very hard and had a strong poetic flavor.

Yang Wanli, a poet of the Song Dynasty, was also a master at writing about the innocence and cuteness of children. His "Xugongdian, Suxin City" has this description: "The fence is sparse and one path deep, and the flowers on the branches have fallen into overcast. Children rush to chase yellow butterflies, flying into cauliflower and nowhere to be found. "The poet first showed us a picture of late spring and early summer. Then a child "hurriedly chasing a yellow butterfly" jumped out of the screen. The yellow butterfly was chased and disappeared into the cauliflower. The poem ends here, but we can imagine how the running child suddenly stopped and looked around in the cauliflower field.

It can be seen that ancient poets were not only good at observation, but also good at using pens to record a plain scene and endow it with magical power. Not only is the writing novel, but it also creates various cute children's images.

3. What are the ancient poems that miss "childhood"?

The ancient poems that miss "childhood" include:

1. "On the Pond" by Tang Bai Juyi

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The little boy held a boat and secretly picked white lotus flowers. Without clearing up the hidden traces, the duckweeds bloom together.

2. "Village Residence" Qing Gao Ding

The grass is long and the orioles are flying in the February sky, and the willows are brushing the dike and drunk with the spring smoke.

Children come back early from school and are busy flying kites in the east wind.

3. "What I See" by Yuan Mei, Qing Dynasty

A shepherd boy rides an ox, and his singing shakes the forest. He wanted to catch the chirping cicada, but suddenly he stood up with his mouth shut.

4. "Children's Fishing" by Hu Linneng of the Tang Dynasty

A child with a shaggy head is learning to fish, sitting sideways on the strawberry grass.

Passers-by asked me to wave, fearing that I would be frightened and ignored.

5. "Shepherd Boy" by Huang Tingjian of the Song Dynasty

Riding a bull far past the front village, the wind of flute could be heard across the Long River.

There are so many famous and wealthy people in Chang'an who are not as good as you if they run out of agencies.

6. "Watching Fish" by Bai Juyi of Tang Dynasty

I was walking around the pond watching the fish swimming, while the children were making fishing boats.

There are different kinds of fish lovers. I am here to feed you and hook you.

7. "Tian Family" Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty

Working in the fields during the day and weaving hemp at night, the children in the village are responsible for their own families.

The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree.

8. "Flower Shadow" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty

On the Yaotai one after another, the boy was called back several times but could not come away.

The sun has just taken away the world, but the bright moon has taught me to see the future.

Modern poems about "reminiscing about childhood":

If you really want to trace the source

Childhood may disappear in one afternoon

That Summer is too hot

I didn’t notice how time slipped away

That green leaf that can be blown away

That flower will not wither in winter Paper flowers

The little bird that always flies around

And the test paper that can never be finished no matter what

They are all gone

Walking simply, suddenly and without any memory

I don’t know if my pace is slow

Or if I am never willing to change

I wish my pace was slower

This way I could stop and watch them go further and further

Until I found that I could no longer look at this through the eyes of a child The world

Only then did I realize how natural it is to lose childhood

4. What are the poems about childhood

I was just a classmate in my youth, in my prime.

—— Mao Zedong's "Qinyuanchun·Changsha" advises you not to cherish your gold-threaded clothes, and advises you to cherish your youth. ——Du Qiuniang's "Golden Threaded Clothes" May I ask where the restaurant is? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance.

——Du Mu's "Qingming" When children see each other but don't know each other, they laugh and ask where the guest is from. ——He Zhizhang's "Two Poems on Returning to Hometown - Part 1" The young man does not know the feeling of sorrow and falls in love with the upper floors.

—— Xin Qiji's "Chou Nuer·Shubo Mountain Road Middle Wall" The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they also learn to grow melons near the mulberry tree. ——Fan Chengda, "Summer Pastoral Miscellany Part 7" Matsushita asked the boy, saying that the teacher was going to collect medicine.

——Jia Dao's "The One Who Seeks Hermitage Will Not Meet" There is a straw bed spread across the field for six or seven miles, and the flute plays three or four sounds in the evening breeze. ——Lv Yan's "Shepherd Boy" The shepherd boy rides an ox and sings to shake the forest.

—— Yuan Mei's "Seeing" Children came back early from school and were busy taking advantage of the east wind to fly kites. ——Gao Ding's "Village Residence" I know that there are children picking and knitting, and a light falls on the fence late at night.

——Ye Shaoweng's "What I Saw in the Night Book" Time is not reserved for young people. ——Qin Guan's "Jiangchengzi·Xicheng Willows and Spring Softness" There are two children in a fishing boat, collecting their poles and sitting in the boat.

—— Yang Wanli's "Shuo Guo Anren" It is easy for a young man to learn but hard to become an old man, so an inch of time cannot be taken lightly. ——Zhu Xi's "Occasionally" The young man's worries should be taken care of. Who thinks that you are sitting in the cold and groaning.

——Li He's "Wine Tour".

5. Ancient poems about childhood

"Children Fishing" [Tang Dynasty] Hu Lingneng

A child with unkempt hair learns fishing, sitting sideways on the strawberry grass. . Passers-by asked and waved, fearing that they would be frightened and ignored.

"Village Residence" [Qing Dynasty] Gao Ding

The grass is growing and the orioles are flying in the February sky, and the willows are brushing against the embankment intoxicated by the spring smoke. The children came back early from school and were busy taking advantage of the east wind to fly kites.

"Xugongdian, Suxin City" [Song Dynasty] Yang Wanli

The fences are sparse and the paths are deep, and the flowers on the tree heads have not yet formed shade. The children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly, which flew into the cauliflower and was nowhere to be found.

"Chi Shang" [Tang Dynasty] Bai Juyi

The little boy held a small boat and secretly picked white lotus. Without clearing up the hidden traces, the duckweeds bloom together.

"What I See" [Ming Dynasty] Yuan Mei

A shepherd boy rides an ox, and his singing shakes the forest. He wanted to catch the chirping cicada, but suddenly he stood up with his mouth shut.

"Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons" [Song Dynasty] Fan Chengda

Working in the fields during the day and planting hemp at night, the children of the village are responsible for their own affairs. The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree.

6. I want sentences and poems about childhood

Interesting things about childhood

Everyone has a childhood, and interesting things about childhood are just like the colorful things on the seaside. There are so many kinds of shells, shining in the company of the sea water, exuding colorful brilliance, that they are countless. And now I still hold the most shining shell in my hand, which is also the most unforgettable one for me. An interesting story from childhood.

I remember when I was a child, there was an orange tree planted in my yard that was planted with me when I was born. I often used a knife to carve a mark on the trunk of the tree to measure whether I had grown every day. High. Looking at the horizontal lines, I really wanted to grow taller quickly. One day, I suddenly found that I was shorter than the mark. Oh my God! Did I grow upside down? I was so scared that I quickly ran to ask my mother: "Mom, why have I become shorter when other friends have grown taller?" My mother quickly put down the work around me, put me on the chair and asked: "Why is it so?" Say it!" I quickly jumped off the chair, took my mother's hand, pulled her to the yard and pointed, "I use a knife to carve my height on the tree every day, but today I carve the height on the tree before. It's below the line." I said while pointing out the two horizontal lines on the tree. After listening to my words, my mother looked at the tree again. After being silent for two minutes, she burst out laughing inexplicably, laughing so hard that she couldn't straighten up. Come, with tears streaming down my face, I patted my head, who was looking at her blankly, and said, "Fool, it's not that you have become shorter, but that the tree has grown taller. Don't do such stupid things in the future." I suddenly realized that it wasn't I was shorter, but the tree was taller. After that, I happily went to play with the chickens. I really didn’t know what stupid things I would do to the chickens again. . .

Haha! Have fun! My childhood was like this, with a lot of silly and interesting things, such as bathing the snow doll, shaving my eyebrows... It was also so many interesting things and silly things that made up that colorful childhood, a happy childhood, and a nostalgic childhood. Although this golden time is slowly leaving me, I am no longer so stupid. I believe that the interesting things in childhood will become the most beautiful memories in my life.

The interesting things in childhood

Childhood is the most precious asset in life, and childhood games are rare gems. Whether you are poor or rich, childhood will become the most attractive magnetic field in life day after day.

My home is in the countryside, and all my good childhood memories are in the late 1970s. At that time, every family had several children, and life in the countryside was very poor. It was good to have enough food to fill the stomach. There was really nothing to play with. Apart from skipping rope, kicking shuttlecock, and hide-and-seek, what I liked and was best at was playing. Bone joints are divided into sheep joints and pig joints, and each pair costs four pieces. There was no money to buy them at that time, and we had to rely on ourselves for everything. But life was tight for everyone, and it was considered good to be able to kill a pig all year round, and the pig head and You have to wait until the second day of February to eat pig's trotters, when the dragon raises its head. You have to wait two years to get a pair of trotters. Most children don't have that patience. Fortunately, I was still smart, so finding foreign aid became the only shortcut. Because I was very popular because of my good academic performance, the little boy at my desk exchanged two pig bones for the "right to copy homework" for a semester. In my second grade, I I finally have my own "toy", which is so beautiful in my heart.

Whenever I had free time, I would find friends to play with. Because of my aura and persistence, I soon became proficient in playing. However, my hands were too small and my pig bones were big, so I couldn’t play well. Conveniently, when I saw other people's small sheep joints, I became ambitious again. Because it was a production team system at that time, ordinary members did not have the power to kill sheep... During the Mid-Autumn Festival that year, the team decided to kill sheep. Several sheep were distributed among the members, and I couldn't wait to get the lamb. I privately decided to exchange half a pound of mutton for four sheep hind leg bones, for which I received a scolding from my father. Despite this, I was still moved, and I secretly held happiness in my hands and "handed it" to my childhood.

Childhood makes the mountains greener and the water bluer. There are dense birch forests on the mountains, dozens of families with smoke curling up from the mountains, and three generations of grandparents and six brothers and sisters live in the three thatched houses at the head of the village. People, hard-working father, kind mother, the one with two braids is me... Although the world is very big and time flies very fast, there is always an unchanging dream of hometown in a corner of my heart. The pain of childhood, the joy of childhood, the footsteps of childhood, the smiling face full of vigor and vitality, and the unknown secret of childhood. In the life mileage of flying sand and stones, success, failure, honor and disgrace, the games of childhood are a thread that stays in the heart forever. scenery.

7. What are the poems about childhood

1. The father of the field returns home, and the village boy grazing in the rain. The owner went up to Donggao, and the crops were surrounding the thatched house. ——Jia Dao's "Stay in Zhengzhou")

2. The pond is full of grass and water, and the setting sun on the mountain is soaked in cold ripples. The shepherd boy returns and crosses the cow's back, playing the piccolo without any tune. ——Lei Zhen's "Village Evening"

3. Children also love the bright weather, and they have a group of paper-cut wind kites. ——Zhu Maoshu's "Spring Outing on the Qinhuai River"

4. The grass grows and the orioles fly in February, and the willows brush the embankment and are drunk by the spring smoke. Children come back early from school and are busy flying kites in the east wind. ——Gao Ding's "Village Residence"

5. The crow of horses tramples the water, confusing the bright clouds, and the drunken sleeves are exposed to the wind and fallen flowers. I was surprised to see the boy from the creek going out to look. The sound of magpies arrived at the mountain house before me. ——Liu Yin's "Mountain Home"

6. There are few people walking in the ancient alleys, the crescent moon is thin, the walls are covered with vines, and children pick lentils. ——Anonymous

7. Taking a leisurely walk around the pond to watch the fish swimming, it was the time when the children were making fishing boats. Different people love fish in different ways. I will feed them and hook them. ——Bai Juyi's "Guan Yuyu"

8. Who has the heart of a shepherd boy, who sleeps on the cow and listens deeply in autumn. If you go back and forth and play a tune from time to time, why worry about not being able to hear the music from the north or the south! ——Lu Zhao's "Shepherd Boy"

9. The little boy held a boat and secretly picked white lotus. Without clearing up the hidden traces, the duckweeds bloom together. ——Bai Juyi's "Chi Shang"

10. When I first saw someone, I was so speechless that I refused to go back to sleep and fell in love with the car. The whole night of crying coquettishly was due to the fact that the clothes were missing a strand of golden flowers. ——Wei Zhuang's "With the Little Girl"

11. A child with unkempt hair is learning fishing, sitting sideways on a raspberry grass. Passers-by asked and waved, fearing that they would be frightened and ignored. ——Hu Lingneng's "Children's Fishing"

12. Working in the fields during the day and weaving hemp at night, the children in the village are responsible for their own affairs. The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree. ——Fan Chengda, "Tian Family"

13. A shepherd boy rides an ox, and his singing shakes the forest. He wanted to catch the chirping cicada, but suddenly he stood up with his mouth shut. ——Yuan Mei, "What I See"

14. Children with red pleats on their trousers and carrying clues to curse God. Everyone praises you for the early arrival of spring, and you owe me a kite with five feet of wind. —— Kong Shangren's "Kite Flying"

15. The white-headed man is on the waves, and the wind is moving from boat to boat. A new one-foot-long bass is caught, and the children and grandchildren blow fire among the flowers.

——Zheng Gu's "Fishermen on the Huaihe River"

8. What are some poems about childhood?

In childhood, the cicadas on the banyan tree by the pond were calling loudly in the summer by the playground. There are only butterflies on the swing. The teacher's chalk on the blackboard is still writing desperately. Waiting for class to be over. Waiting for school to be over. Waiting for games. The childhood welfare club has everything except half a dime in the pocket. What will happen to Zhuge Shiro and the Devil's Party? Who grabbed the sword? Why hasn’t the boy in the next class passed by my window yet? The snack in my mouth. The comics in my heart. My first love in childhood. I always had to wait until bedtime to find out. I only did a little bit of homework and always had to wait until the exam. Only later did I realize that I had not studied the books I should study. An inch of time is worth an inch of gold. The teacher said that an inch of gold cannot buy an inch of time. Day after day, year after year, my childhood was confused. No one knew why the sun always went down to the other side of the mountain. People can tell me if there are gods living in the mountains. How many days have I been alone facing the sky in a daze, so curious, so imaginary, so lonely in my childhood. Dragonflies flew over in the sunshine, and the green rice fields were painted with watercolor crayons and kaleidoscopes. When will that rainbow appear on one side and look like a senior classmate with a mature and grown-up face? Looking forward to the holidays, looking forward to tomorrow, looking forward to the childhood of growing up day after day, year after year, looking forward to the childhood dream of growing up, childhood, me I once asked the wise stars, I once asked the kind moon, how long is the road to dreams; I once asked the affectionate earth, I once asked the warm sun, how long is the road to dreams. Childhood is the first green leaf, childhood It is a bud in bud, childhood is a blue sky, childhood is full of beautiful dreams. I once asked the wise stars, I once asked the kind moon; How long is the road to dreams? I once asked the affectionate earth, I I once asked the warm sun. How long is the road to dreams? Childhood is a green leaf, childhood is a bud, childhood is a blue sky, childhood is a dream full of beauty. I once asked the smart stars, I once Ask the kind moon; How long is the road to dreams. I once asked the affectionate earth, I once asked the warm sun. How long is the road to dreams. I once asked the smart stars, I once asked the kind moon. Dream How long is the road to dreams? I once asked the affectionate earth, I once asked the warm sun. How long is the road to dreams? Childhood is the first green leaves, childhood is the budding buds, childhood is a blue sky, childhood It is a dream full of beauty. I once asked the wise stars, I once asked the kind moon, how long is the road to dreams. I once asked the affectionate earth, I once asked the warm sun, how long is the road to dreams. Childhood is like a new green leaf, childhood is like a budding flower bud, childhood is like a blue sky, childhood is full of beautiful dreams. I once asked the smart stars, I once asked the kind moon, how long is the road to dreams. I I once asked the affectionate earth, I once asked the warm sun. How long is the road to dreams? The late rain, the light smoke, the dreamy vistas, bursts of vision, people are also confused, the stars shine in the sky, the mountains and rivers are illuminated, the beautiful scenery is vivid, the past events are in front of my eyes, the outlines of childhood images are all One by one, the long years are presented. The years are ruthless and silent. Farewell. The past time has gone in a hurry and the spring breeze has changed. Destiny has changed. Faith is firm and endless. Just like the past, the heart is clean and flawless. The innocent life is cheerful and laughing. The sky is like birds flying and setting. The sun shines red, wandering and searching. The fragrance of flowers floats in the wind, and I call out to my mother. She acts coquettishly and stays with me in bed night after night. The blurred psychedelic charm floats and laughs in the sky. I learn how to fly like a bird again. When the sun shines red, the outlines of childhood images are presented one by one, each piece of heartfelt voice and artistic conception. Fortunately, I am a girl. No worries, no hatred, no resentments, innocence and joy. Missing the spring light, I miss my mother silently. When will I be in my arms again? Our hearts will blend together. When I was a child, I met you in my hometown. It’s still dark. You and I will always have the same feelings. When will we be able to meet again? I meet you in my hometown before dawn. I will think about you every night and every morning here. When I was a child, we walked together on the street and you asked me to pick flowers for you. When can I be with you again? Every time I see wild flowers on the streets, I will think of you.

When I was a child, I fought with you and wanted to climb the moon. You said you wanted me to put my heart in the sky. When will I be able to fight with you again? Fly to the stars and the moon. Every time I see the stars, I will miss you. When I was a child, I was with you. Carve your heart into the flower tree. You said that the two infatuated hearts will always watch. When can I go to the flower tree with you again and see if these two hearts will always face each other? *** You have known each other since childhood and are your close friends. It will never change. How many happy moments I spent with you *** are just as simple as being close friends. *** You meet each other every day and stay by your side. It will never change. The happy moments I spent with you *** are not simple every day. The pure love is always in my heart. I have never forgotten the childhood memories of helping each other side by side even when we have troubles and difficulties. I hope that you will never change and always encourage each other. Spending happiness with you is not easy every day.