1. Poems about childhood memories

Poems about childhood memories 1. Poems describing childhood memories

1. Caopu Hengye Liuqi Inside, the flute played three or four times in the evening breeze. After returning home and having a good meal at dusk, I lie down under the moonlight without taking off my coir raincoat. ——"Shepherd Boy" by Lu Yan of the Tang Dynasty

2. If you don't know the moon when you are young, you will call it a white jade plate. I also suspected that the Yao Tai Mirror was flying in the blue clouds. ——Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty, "Gu Lang Yue Xing"

3. The grass grows and the orioles fly in the February sky, and the willows brush the embankments and are drunk by the spring smoke. The children came back early from school and were busy flying kites in the east wind. ——"Village Residence" by Gao Ding of the Qing Dynasty

4. A child with unkempt hair is learning fishing, sitting sideways on the berry moss. Passers-by asked and waved, fearing that they would be frightened and ignored. ——Hu Lingneng of the Tang Dynasty, "Children's Fishing"

5. The fence is sparse and one foot 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. ——"Xugong Store, Suxin City" by Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty

6. No one outside the fence has a boat tied up, and the spring breeze blows into the fishing bay. The child suspected that there were villagers, so he hurried to Chaimen but closed it. ——Tang Dynasty Cui Daorong's "Stream Dwelling"

2. What are the ancient poems about "childhood memories"

1. "Children Fishing" Tang Dynasty·Hu Lingneng

A child with unkempt hair is learning to fish, sitting sideways in the shadow of strawberry grass.

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

2. "Gu Lang Yue Xing" Tang Dynasty·Li Bai

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

I also suspected that the Yao Tai Mirror was flying in the blue clouds.

3. "Xugongdian, Suxin City" by Yang Wanli, Song Dynasty

The fences are sparse and the paths are deep, and the flowers on the tree heads have not yet formed shade.

Children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly, flying into the cauliflower and nowhere to be found.

4. "What I See" Yuan Mei, Ming Dynasty

A shepherd boy rides an ox, and his singing shakes the forest.

I wanted to catch the chirping cicada, but suddenly I stood silent.

5. "Village Residence" Qing Dynasty·Gaoding

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

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

3. Poems recalling childhood

The oar in my hand is dark and heavy, and I am trying hard to push away the lake in front of me. The calm and suffocating lake looks back to those distant years... That is a The cheerful stream flows from the deepest part of the mountain. It is clear and full of green flavor. The smart song splashes with water. The flowers soak into my calloused heart bit by bit. A line of hot tears rolls down my face that is no longer young. I don’t know it. The sleep blends with the naked childhood. There is a sound of cracking ice coming from the deep valley. The waves from many years ago surge up in my heart again... The chase on the field mixed with the tender grass and the play in the wildly growing water make a calm river. We also dance gracefully to climb the mountains that belong to us, carve crooked names on the trees, and then shout to the taller mountains over there - the distant clouds water the fallen flowers that have grown up, and the sand grinds them away. Which pearl has emerged in adulthood? As a child, I looked at me hurriedly in the world of mortals. I tried to stretch out his round and delicate hands to wipe away the sad tears of my adulthood. With them wiped away, there are also those cold and heavy years. , you made me burst into tears countless times when I grew up when I was a child.

4. Ancient poems recalling childhood

Recalling childhood

The poems are simple and unpretentious, the artistic conception is lifelike and moving, and the lines are full of poetic charm. Childhood life is fascinating and fascinating.

The long silent night

I often miss my lost childhood

My childhood in the 1980s

As if it happened yesterday

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White clouds

Floating in the blue sky

The four seasons are cold and warm as usual

Flocks of birds rise from the sky Flying over and resting in the woods

Leaving the crisp sound of birdsong

The pale yellow cauliflowers on the fields

exuding a fragrant fragrance

Attract dancing butterflies

Add the breath of life

Green woods, green grass

On the golden rice stalks

We lay happily on it

Looking up at the endless blue sky

Our hearts drifted carefree in the wind in the countryside and fields. Corner

The laughter and laughter of childhood and wisps of innocence permeate the air

The gurgling stream of childhood

Fish linger or hide among the algae Among the water plants

We chased in the stream with our bare buttocks

So interesting, so leisurely, so carefree

On the country road after the rain

Groups of running children

Playing in the mud on the road

Welcome tomorrow with joyful laughter

The dusk of childhood It's so beautiful

As the sun sets, the countryside returns to silence

Bursts of smoke rise from everywhere in the village

Just like Teresa Teng's touching and poignant song:

I saw the smoke rising again, and the dusk enveloped the earth

I want to ask about the smoke, where do you go?

The sunset is poetic, and the dusk is picturesque

Although the poetry and painting are beautiful, I only have you in my heart. . .

Another example is the ancient poem: "The warmth of the village is far away, and the smoke in the ruins"

The distant smoke has accumulated over the years

It has become a modern person A kind of care and longing

Time flies like an arrow

Things have changed, people have changed and things have changed

There are no longer birds in the fields today Groups

No fish appeared in the creek

The country roads turned into flat and clean cement roads

The silent night no longer felt like a night The chirping of insects in the symphony

Growing up changes everything

The playfulness back then

The chase on the country road back then

At this time, we are strangers

At this time, it has become a page deep in our memory

We have lost our childhood

We have lost the innocence of childhood

Troubles cover up that memory

Time does not go back to the past

Memories can only slowly revolve in the mind

5. About memories What are the sentences for "time"

1. Childhood is beautiful, childhood is like a cup of strong coffee, which warms your heart; childhood is like a cup of light tea, which makes you reminisce; childhood is like a stormy rainbow; Colorful and dazzling; childhood is like the afterglow after sunset, so nostalgic.

2. Childhood is a song, a happy song; childhood memories are like wonderful little notes, lively and beautiful that I will never forget.

3. Childhood fantasies are full of innocence, childishness, innocence, and fun. It is these innocence and innocence that enriched my childhood life.

4. Thinking of these childhood events, I still laugh so hard. My happy childhood is like a photo, displayed in front of my eyes. The happy childhood past is like the stars in the sky, twinkling and twinkling. .

5. I can never go back to my childhood. I can’t go back to the hill where I picked flowers, the cool stream, the childish thoughts, and the smile that passed through the embarrassing moments! Goodbye, my childhood, hello, my youth!

6. Childhood is a pen that paints wonderful pictures; childhood is a painting full of gorgeous flowers; childhood is a bouquet of flowers that exudes a refreshing fragrance.

7. Childhood is the wind, blowing clouds from the sky; childhood is the clouds, turning into the rain of the new year; childhood is the rain, nourishing the newly born flowers; childhood is the flowers, accompanying me to watch the sunset.

8. There are no lingering thoughts in the heart, so why not lingering thoughts? Then a picture scroll traveling through time and space unfolded in my mind, reflecting like water turning back the years. Until, the space that I always yearn for; until, the childhood that I deeply cherish.

9. Childhood is the cornerstone, laying the foundation for the future of life; childhood is happiness, singing the music of life; childhood is the coordinate, recording the starting point of life.

10. Looking back on the past, our thoughts are racing and we are filled with emotions; based on today, we are confident and confident; looking forward to the future, we are singing loudly and laughing all the way.

6. Poems and famous quotes about childhood

1. Things are always unique and irreplaceable: these are memories of childhood. ——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, which can be cultivated and sown, while false knowledge is like a wasteland covered with weeds, which can hardly be pulled out. ——Kangtu

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

7. Ancient poems recalling childhood

Appreciation of "The Goose" by Luo Binwang

Original text:

Goose, Goose , Goose, Quxiang sings to the sky.

White hair floats on the green water, and anthurium stirs the clear waves.

Appreciation:

This poem also uses line drawing. You see: a seven-year-old boy suddenly found a group of geese in the pond. He pointed at the water and shouted excitedly. : Goose, goose, goose, and then said with emotion: They put their necks in a graceful curve (in today's terms, it is an S-shaped pose), and they are singing loudly, and the elegant melody echoes in the sky; the blue and green roofs are On the water surface, groups of white downy feathers slowly moved across, leaving a series of ripples. What motivated the goose to move forward? It turns out that the red goose paws stirred the clear water, making a vivid picture appear on the calm water: "white" geese, "green" water, "red" palms, "green" "Colorful waves, coupled with the joyful children on the shore, you can close your eyes and recall this picture in your mind. What a peaceful and leisurely pastoral scenery it is! When we were immersed in this beautiful picture, how could you have thought that this was actually a poem written by a seven-year-old child, who later became King Luo Bin, one of the "Four Heroes of the Early Tang Dynasty".

The author Luo Binwang, whose courtesy name is Guanguang, was born in Yiwu, Wuzhou (now Zhejiang). Poet of Tang Dynasty. He was able to write articles when he was seven years old. He once wrote a five-character poem "The Imperial Capital Pian", which was considered his swan song at the time. His poems are as famous as Wang Bo, Yang Jiong, and Lu Zhaolin, and are called "the four heroes of the early Tang Dynasty". They are also called "Fu Luo" together with Fu Jiamo.

In the first year of Empress Wu's reign, Xu Jingye, the grandson of the founding hero Xu Maogong, launched an army from Yangzhou to attack Wu Zetian in the name of "reviving the Tang Dynasty". King Luo Bin drafted a "Call to Wu Zhao" for Xu, and his words Sharp and provocative. Empress Wu began to read sentences such as "Envy at the beginning, the eyebrows are unwilling to let others; the work is hidden, the charm can confuse the master" and other sentences, and she also snickered. When she read "A handful of soil is not dry, six feet of soil is not dry." "Guan is here", Qu Ran couldn't help being surprised and asked: "Who wrote this?" She was told that it was King Luo Bin, and Wu Zetian said: "How could the prime minister miss such a talent?" The scene was like Cao Cao admiring Chen Lin. Although Xu Wen was strong, Xu Jingye was unable to fight and was ultimately defeated. Xu and Luo entered the monastery to end their remaining lives. Several years passed, and Wu Zetian lost power. Song Zhiwen, a poet who was once favored by the court, was demoted and later passed through Hangzhou and visited Lingyin Temple. It was night, the moon was clear and bright. Song Zhiwen looked at the night-shrouded West Lake and the Feilai Peak opposite Lingyin Temple, and recited two lines of poetry: "The Jiuling Mountains are lush and beautiful, and the Dragon Palace is lonely." But what happened next? I can't think of anything, I'm scratching my head, I can't think of a good sentence. At this time, an old monk smiled slightly and immediately said: "The building overlooks the sea and the sun, and the door faces the tide of Zhejiang." When Song Zhiwen heard such a beautiful and appropriate sentence, he was so shocked that he was speechless. But when he looked up, the old monk The monk has disappeared. In the early morning of the next day, Song Zhiwen couldn't wait to ask the old monk for advice again. He looked around, but he could no longer see the old monk in the entire temple. When I asked other monks, they all said they didn't know.

After he inquired for a long time, someone quietly said to him: "This master travels all over the world, and his common name at home seems to be King Luo Bin." A generation of literary giants escaped into Buddhism, and "goose" was the basis for it, and it was passed down from generation to generation.

8. Poems recalling childhood

This is a prose poem from spring to fallen leaves drifting in the countryside for a period of time

Reverie

Floating Went to the countryside

But I looked forward to it online every day

A bottle of ice-cold soda

It made me sober up a lot

Countryside

Now it’s drifting

The paradise where we are

Next to the ancient masson pine tree

You have been standing there for too long

Are you pursuing hazy memories

Or constructing nihilistic reveries

The autumn wind is bleak

Dotted with golden chrysanthemums

As beautiful as a butterfly The drifting

Let the autumn wind gently support

Golden chrysanthemums reflect the face

Erba heart

Like chrysanthemums in full bloom

Meng The one in the haze

It seems to be spring

Poetic and picturesque

Full of vitality

Like Gore and Heine

So heroic

Smiling, secretly laughing alone

A gust of autumn wind swept by

Knocking down a few leaves

Piao Ling woke up immediately ---

It was all the fault of that spring. . .

Little do you know

Spring is also watching

Secretly drawing you

When you don’t expect it

That Behind the flowing long hair

I must have your eyes as full as water

The sunset

Behind the skirt

What a romantic thought

Please allow my color

to give you a warm layer of orange

On the country road at dusk

Scattered all the way The setting sun is broken

The smoke from the kitchen is also lingering

The evening breeze is blowing gently

There are frogs croaking melodiously in the distance

There are cicadas on the branches Son sings

It's time for Piao Ling to go home

Approach gently

Approach gently, it is a peaceful dream.

Memories of the breeze blowing through the greenery of Kusaka, spring stories are cut by little swallows, and the details are always so clear.

Why is the path in the forest that I have walked so tender and full of knots?

The lotus blossoms gradually bloom, silently talking in the slightest, guiding you towards summer.

Waking up from a nap feels like a lifetime ago.

The chirping of cicadas is separated by the bamboo shadows, and the sound of the city is separated by the Tianshui.

Approaching gently, it was a warm smile.

The dew crystals brightened Dawn's eyes, and the morning glow calmed the murmur of the sea.

Leaning lazily against the bamboo window, counting the shadows of the whirling leaves is like counting the stars in the sky. Who has ever counted them?

So imagine the vast starry sky in June.

And the children lying on the wheat straw under the starry sky and counting the stars.

The breeze blows from the lake of heart, and the ripples are just the smiling lips, kissing every inch of life.

Approaching gently, it is a clear feeling.

The water plants caress the running water, the running water caress the pebbles, and the pebbles caress the time.

Time touches our lives quietly.

Only love is like a fish playing in water; only our carefree childhood, days and emotions are like this clear water.

As time goes by, the world of mortals is on the other side of the water, and the so-called beauty is on the other side of the water.

And our lives sink in the deepest water, and what emerges is a pure soul.

Reference material: I wrote it myself, and I am also a student who is about to graduate