The significance of the accumulation of ancient poetry in the sixth grade of primary school Chinese

The first volume of senior one: one to two or three miles

Shao Yong in Northern Song Dynasty

At first glance, it is two or three miles away, and mist hangs over four or five families. The pavilions are six or seven, and the flowers bloom in eighty or ninety.

Poetry: Going out to play, unconsciously leaving home for two or three miles. I saw that four or five families in a small village not far away had started smoking. I strolled forward and saw six or seven exquisite pavilions on the roadside. I looked at them quietly, only to find that there were ... eight, nine, oh, no, ten flowers hanging on the branches around me. What a feast for the eyes!

draw

[Tang] Wang Wei

From a distance, the mountains are high and the clouds are light, and the colors are bright. When you look closer, you can only hear the sound of water, but there is no sound. Spring has passed, but there are still many flowers and flowers. People go nearby, but the birds are still not disturbed.

Poetry: You can see the green color of mountains in the distance, but you can't hear the sound of running water nearby. Spring has passed and the flowers are still unbeaten, but people quietly approach the birds in the branches.

Goose song

[Tang] Luo

Goose, goose, goose, Xiang Tiange. White feathers, floating in green water; The red soles of the feet stir the clear water.

Poetry: Goose, with its neck bent, sings to the sky. A white hair floats on the green water, and a pair of red palms set off the clear water waves.

Minnong

[Tang] Li Shen

At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?

Poetry: spring ploughing and autumn harvest, farmers are busy in four seasons. However, the fields all over the world are full of fruits, and those laborers are still empty-handed. The strong contrast brings people heavy thinking: why on earth is this?

Thoughts in the dead of night

li po

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already? I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

Poetic: sitting on the bed by the well, watching the moonlight sprinkled on the ground by the bright moon in the sky is like frost.

Looking up at the bright moon in the sky, I can't help but bow my head and meditate, missing my hometown more and more.

Xiao Chun, the next volume of senior one.

meng haoran

Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep. How many flowers fall after a stormy night.

Poetry: I slept until dawn in the spring night, and when I woke up, I only heard a bird singing outside the window. In retrospect, it seemed rainy and windy last night. The stone steps in the yard must be covered with colorful fallen flowers.

Cunju

High set

In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.

Poetry: In February of the lunar calendar, grass gradually germinates and grows around the village, and orioles fly around. Willow covered with long green branches, swaying in the wind, as if gently stroking the bank. Water vapor evaporates between Shui Ze and vegetation and condenses like smoke. Willow seems to be intoxicated by this beautiful scenery. The children in the village hurried home after school and took advantage of the strong east wind to fly kites in the blue sky.

find

(Qing) Yuan Mei

Cowboys ride on the backs of oxen, and songs echo in the forest. Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently.

Poetic: the shepherd boy rides on the back of the cow, and the loud song echoes in the forest. Suddenly I wanted to catch the cicada singing in the tree, so I immediately stopped singing and stood silently under the tree.

Transparent small container

[Song] Yang Wanli

The silence of spring is because I don't want a long stream of water, and the shadow reflected on the water is like sunny days and breezes. The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.

Poetic and picturesque: small pools and springs let the spring water flow out quietly, and the shade reflected on the water likes the softness of sunny scenery. As soon as the sharp corners of the fresh lotus leaves emerged from the water, dragonflies landed on them.

The first volume of Grade Two: Dedicated to Liu Jingwen.

[Song] Su Shi

The lotus flower withered, so did the lotus leaf holding the rain, and only the branches of chrysanthemum stood proudly against the frost. You must remember the best scenery in a year, which is in the late autumn and early winter of orange and green.

Poetic and picturesque: the lotus leaves are destroyed, and the leaves and roots like umbrellas are no longer as slender as in summer; The chrysanthemums have withered, but the tall and straight chrysanthemum branches in Ao Shuang are still full of vitality in the cold wind. Don't think that the good scenery of a year will be swept away. You must remember that the most beautiful scenery is in the orange-green season in early winter!

Travel in the mountains

Du Mu

As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

Poetry: Going up the mountain along a winding path, there are people around the white clouds. I stopped the car because I like the late autumn scenery in Fenglin. Frosted maple leaves are redder than flowers in February.

Return young

[Tang] He

Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed. When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from.

Poetry: I left my hometown when I was a teenager and went home when I was old; The accent hasn't changed, but the temples are gray. The children saw it and didn't know me; They smiled and asked, Where did this guest come from?

A gift for Wang Lun.

li po

Li Bai was just about to leave when he heard a farewell song from the shore. Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.

Poetry: I was about to travel by boat when I heard someone walking and singing to see me off. Although the Peach Blossom Lake is deep in thousands of feet, it is not as deep as the friendship that Wang Lun gave me.

The second volume of grade two: grass

Bai Juyi

The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.

Poetic and picturesque: The weeds in the ancient plains grow wildly, and they flourish every spring, while Qiu Lai withers. Despite the continuous wildfires, the spring breeze is still thriving.

Su Xinshi xugong branch

[Song] Yang Wanli

The fence is sparse, a path leads to the distance, and the petals on the tree fall, but the shade has not yet formed. The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again.

Poetry: Next to the sparse fence, there is a path stretching into the distance. The flowers on the roadside trees have withered, but the new leaves have just grown and have not yet formed a shade. The children ran after the dancing yellow butterfly, but the yellow butterfly flew into the yellow flower. The children could no longer tell them apart and could not find them.

Wanglushan Waterfall

li po

The purple mist is illuminated by sunlight, and the waterfall hangs in front of the mountain. On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth.

Poetic and picturesque: the incense burner peak illuminated by the sun produces purple smoke. From a distance, the waterfall hangs in front of the mountain like a white horse. The water poured down from a height of 3,000 feet, as if the bright Milky Way water had fallen from nine days.

Quatrain

[Tang] Du Fu

"Two orioles sing green willows, egrets sky-high." Outside my window is the snowy Western Hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.

Poetry: Two orioles crow at the branches of green willows, and a row of egrets fly into the blue sky. Looking out of the window, you can see the Millennium snow in Xiling. There is a boat from Wan Li to Wu in front of the door.

Chileger

Folk songs in northern dynasties

Chilechuan at the foot of Yinshan Mountain. The sky is like the sky, and the cage covers four fields. The sky is wild, and the wind and grass move to see cattle and sheep.

Poetic: Yuan Ye, where Chileans live, is at the foot of Yinshan Mountain, and the awning covers the vast land like a felt tent. The sky is boundless and the grassland is boundless. Whenever the wind blows low, grazing cattle and sheep appear.

The first volume of grade three:

What you read in the night book

Ye Shaoweng in Southern Song Dynasty

The rustling leaves send the cold sound, and the autumn wind moves the guests on the river. I know that children choose to promote weaving, and a lamp fell on the fence at night.

Poetry: The autumn wind blew off the leaves on the tree, which was a little chilly. The autumn wind on the river touched my feelings of missing my hometown. I know the children went to catch crickets in the mud because it was late at night and there was a light on by the fence.

Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong.

[Tang] Wang Wei

I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.

Poetic: a person living in a foreign country, being a guest in a foreign country for a long time, misses his relatives every festive season. Looking back at Chongyang today, the brothers are climbing the mountain again. They wore dogwood and found me alone.

Wangtianmen mountain

li po

The Yangtze River splits the Tianmen Peak like a giant axe, and the green river flows around the island. The green hills on both sides are neck and neck, and a boat meets leisurely from the horizon.

Poetic: Tianmen Mountain cut off from the middle and gave way to the Chu River. The green river flows east here, but it turns north. The green hills on both sides of the strait are opposite, and two peaks stand tall. On that day, where the water meets, a white sail bathed in brilliant sunshine and floated from the horizon.

Drinking in the lake is clear after the rain.

[Song] Su Shi

The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy. If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate.

Poetry: Ming Che's water is her rich powder, and the color of empty mountains is her elegant decoration. I think it's best to compare the West Lake to a stone. No matter how she dresses up, she can always bring out her natural beauty and charming charm.

Children fishing

[Tang] Hu Lingneng

A child with unkempt hair and immature face is learning to fish by the river. He is sitting sideways in the grass, and his shadow is set off by weeds. Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by.

Poetic: A disheveled child learns to fish from adults. Sitting sideways on the grass moss, the figure is hidden in the weeds. Hearing passers-by asking for directions, he waved at a distance. Afraid of disturbing the fish, I dare not answer.

The second volume of grade three:

willow

[Tang] He

Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Poetic and picturesque: a tall willow tree, dressed like jasper, with countless branches hanging down and green silk strips. I wonder who cut off the thin willow leaves. The warm and cold February spring breeze is like a pair of scissors. spring

spring

[Song] Zhu

Beautiful spring outing in Surabaya, the endless scenery is new. Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere.

Poetry: I chose a beautiful spring day to enjoy flowers and grass and came to Surabaya, only to see the endless scenery change for a while. Everywhere, you can see the face of Dongfeng. The east wind makes flowers bloom, and spring is everywhere.

Begging festival

[Tang] Lin Jie

On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, I looked at the blue sky and led the cowherd and the weaver girl across the river bridge. Every family watches the autumn moon, and every family wears HongLing.

Poetry: Looking up at the sky on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, it seems that cowherd and weaver girl meet on the magpie bridge. Every household is seeking cleverness under the autumn moon, and I don't know how to wear tens of thousands of red silk threads.

Chang'e

[Late Tang Dynasty] Li Shangyin

The mica screen was dyed red by thick candles, and the Milky Way gradually tilted towards the morning star. Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night.

Poetic and picturesque: the mica screen is stained with a thick layer of candle shadow, the milky way is gradually falling, and the morning star has sunk. Chang 'e must regret stealing the elixir of life, but now she is chilling alone every night.

The first volume of the fourth grade: the title Xilin wall

[Song] Su Shi

Looking at Lushan Mountain from the front and side of peaks and valleys, from far, near, high and low places, Lushan Mountain presents various faces. I can't recognize the true face of Lushan Mountain because I am there.

Poetic: Looking at Lushan Mountain from afar, the mountain is high; Looking at Lushan Mountain from the side, it is steep and peaks; Different images from far and near. Why can't you always see the true face of Lushan Mountain? I'm afraid it's just because I'm in this mountain!

Youshan west village

[Song] Lu You

Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich. There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.

Poetry: Don't laugh at the muddy wine brewed by farmers in the twelfth lunar month. There are many delicious foods to entertain guests in the harvest year. There are mountains and water. When I doubt whether there will be no way out, I suddenly see a village with green willows and bright colors.

Yellow Crane Tower —— Meng Haoran's farewell on his way to Yangzhou

li po

Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers. My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.

Poetic and picturesque: The old friend will leave the Yellow Crane Tower and go to Yangzhou in this spring of catkins and flowers. His boat gradually disappeared into the blue sky, only to see the surging Yangtze River water on the horizon.

When sending Yuan Er to Anxi

[Tang] Wang Wei

The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf I advise you to drink one more glass of wine. Westerners have no reason to go out.

Poetic and picturesque: Weicheng was wet by rain and light dust, and the dust on the ground of Weicheng was wet by light rain in the morning, and the guest house was green and willow-colored. The hotel covered with green tiles looks particularly fresh against the willow trees. I advise you to have another glass of wine, and also invite you to bid farewell to the bar again, because there is no reason to go out of Yangguan. I haven't had any old friends since I left Yangguan in the west.

Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain

li po

The birds flew without a trace, leaving the lonely clouds free and unfettered. You look at me, I look at you, and there are only my eyes and Jingting Mountain's eyes.

Poetry: Birds fly without a trace, and lonely clouds floating in the sky don't want to stay and drift away slowly. Only when I look at the high Jingting Mountain and Jingting Mountain looks at me silently, neither of us will feel bored. Who can understand my lonely mood at this time, only this tall Jingting Mountain.

Wangdongting

Liu Yuxi

The lake and the moon set each other off, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface. Looking at Dongting from a distance, there is a green snail in the silver plate.

Poetic: The water and light of Dongting Lake are in harmony with the autumn moon, and the water surface is as calm as a bronze mirror. From a distance, the Dongting Lake landscape is green, just like a silver plate holding a green snail.

Dreamed of the south bank

Bai Juyi

The scenery in Jiangnan is very beautiful, and the picturesque scenery has long been familiar. When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan?

Poetry: Jiangnan is particularly good, and I am familiar with the scenery. The sun came out, redder than fire, spring came, and the well water was blue-green. Do you remember Jiangnan?

Country April

[Song] Weng Juan

The mountains and plains are all green, and the sound of Zigui is raining like smoke. In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.

Poetry: A small river flows in the green hills, and cuckoos sing happily in the drizzle and breeze. How busy people are in the countryside in April, before they finish sericulture and start farming.

Four seasons pastoral miscellaneous interest

[Song] Fan Chengda

During the day, weeding in the fields and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, the men and women in the village took on all the housework. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.

Poetry: Weeding in the fields during the day, rubbing hemp thread at home at night, farmers are busy with their own affairs. Although children don't know how to farm and weave, they imitate adults and learn to grow melons under the shade of mulberry trees.

Yugezi

Zhang

In front of Mount Cisse, egrets fly freely, plump mandarin fish swim happily on the river, and peaches floating on the water are so bright and full. An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain.

Poetry: Egrets fly in front of Mount Cisse, peach blossoms are in full bloom, the water is fast, and mandarin fish are also very fat. In a boat on the river, an old man wore a blue bamboo hat and green hemp fiber and braved the oblique wind and drizzle to fish on the river. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River and didn't want to leave for a long time.

Berthing Guazhou

Wang Song Anshi

Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains. Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me?

Meaning: Jiangkou and Guazhou think that the clock where their home is located is only separated by water, and the mountains are only separated by several mountains, which is not far away. Spring breeze friends blew the port of my hometown green. When can I return to my hometown?

Melancholy Qiu Si

Song zhangji

Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang, I want to write a book. When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.

Meaning: The annual autumn wind blows into Luoyang City again.

My family urged me to write a letter and communicate with my relatives. When the messenger was leaving, I opened the sealed envelope again and quickly added a few more words.

Helpless and hasty.

Endless desire

Qingnalanxingde

A ride on the mountain, a ride on the water, and a trip to Guan Yu, with thousands of lights at night. Once the wind changes, so does the snow.

I never dreamed of breaking my hometown, so there is no such sound in my hometown.

Poetry: The soldiers waded through mountains and rivers and headed for Shanhaiguan. Late at night, the bright lights in the tent woke up the soldiers' sleep and reminded them of their hometown, because there was no such sound in their hometown.

Seven laws? Long March

Mao Zedong

The red army is not afraid of the expedition, and Qianshan is just idle. Wuling makes waves, and Wumeng takes mud pills.

Jinsha River is warm in the clouds and cliffs, and Dadu Bridge is cold with the cross rail. I am glad to see that Minshan Mountain is covered with snow and stretches for miles. Our soldiers crossed it and showed a bright smile.

Poetry: Is the Red Army afraid of expedition? It's not enough to make a splash in front of a mountain.

In the eyes of the Red Army, the winding five ridges are like a trickle of rolling waves.

The majestic Wumeng Mountain is like a small clay pill in the eyes of the Red Army.

The waves of Jinsha River beat the warm cliffs, and the cold iron cable bridge crossed the Dadu River.

The most joyful thing is the snow in Minshan, and the soldiers of the three armed forces pass by with smiling faces.

Shepherd boy

[Tang] Yan Lu

The grass shop is six or seven miles away from the field, and the flute makes the night wind three or four times. Come back from a full meal at dusk and lie in the moonlight without taking off your hemp fiber.

Poem: Green grass, covering the vast grassland, looking at the endless horizon. The flute played beautifully and intermittently with the evening breeze blowing from a distance. The shepherd boy came back and had a good meal. It's already after dusk. He didn't even take off his hemp fiber, so he lay happily in the grass on a moonlit night.

let

[Song] Yang Wanli

On a fishing boat, there are two children. They put away their bamboo poles, stopped their oars and sat on the boat. No wonder it didn't rain. They opened the umbrella. They didn't want to protect the rain, but wanted to use the umbrella as a sail to let the boat go forward.

Poetry: On a small fishing boat, there are two children. They put away the bamboo poles and stopped the oars. Some authors also realized: Oh, no wonder they also carry umbrellas when it doesn't rain. At first, they wanted to use an umbrella to let the wind push the boat forward.

Qingpingle? Cunju

[Song] Xin Qiji

The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it?

The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages. My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying in the grass, peeling the lotus just picked.

Poetry: low thatched cottage, close to the gurgling stream, green grass. An old white-haired couple sat together and chatted cordially in Wu language. The eldest son weeded in Dong Xi's bean field; The second son made up a henhouse at home; The most interesting thing is that the third son is naughty and lovely, lying on the grass peeling lotus leaves to eat.

Guogurenzhuang

Tang Meng Hao ran

Prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend (sh incarnation), you entertain me on your farm. We look at the green trees around your village and the light blue of the surrounding mountains.

Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.

Poetry: An old friend prepared a meal and invited me to his simple home. The village is surrounded by a green tree.

On the other hand, the suburbs are covered with green hills. Open the window facing the threshing floor and the vegetable garden, the two of us.

Talking about the growth of crops while drinking. Wait until the Double Ninth Festival, and then come here to enjoy chrysanthemums and drink.

The Book of Songs? Pick Wei (excerpt)

Yesterday, I left, and the willows were reluctant; The road is muddy and difficult to walk, and people are thirsty and hungry.

Poetic and picturesque: I recall the first expedition, and Yangliuyiyi blew with the wind; Now on the way back, the snow is flying all over the sky.

Tianjingsha? autumn

(Yuan) Bai Pu

The sunset in the lonely village, the light smoke from the old tree in the west of Western jackdaw, and the shadow of Hong Fei. Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.

Poetry: The sunset glow on the horizon dyed the sunset glow yellow and enveloped a lonely village in the distance. At dusk, crows perch on the bare branches of ancient trees. At this moment, a swan goose flew in and cast a small shadow on the ground. I follow its figure, and in the distance are blue mountains and green lakes, and white grass, red maple leaves and Huang Juhua dotted in it. What a desolate and magnificent scenery autumn is!

Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night

Du Fu

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.

The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.

Poetry: Good rain knows the solar terms of rain. It is the time when plants germinate and grow, and it falls quietly at night with the spring breeze, silently moistening all things on the earth. On a rainy night, the fields were dark, and only the lights on the river boat were exceptionally bright. After dawn, looking at the flowers with rain, beautiful and fiery red, the whole Jinguan City has become a world of flowers.

Xijiangyue Huangsha Middle Road travels at night.

Xin Qiji

The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance.

There are seven or eight stars in the sky. Before it rains at two or three o'clock, the old shop is near the forest and the road turns to the stream bridge.

Poetry: The bright moonlight woke up the birds and magpies that lived there. They left the branches and flew away. A breeze blew in the middle of the night, and cicadas kept barking. In the fragrance of rice flowers, there are frogs, as if telling a story of a good year. Soon, dark clouds covered the moon. There are only seven or eight stars twinkling on the horizon in the distance, and it actually started to rain in front of the mountain. Pedestrians panic: there used to be a thatched shop next to the trees in the earth temple to shelter from the rain, but now it is gone. He hurried across the stream from the small bridge and turned a corner, and the Maodian appeared in front of him.

Seven step poem

[Three Kingdoms? Cao weizhi

Beans are boiled to make thick soup. The bean dregs were filtered out. The beanstalk is burning under the cauldron, and the beans are crying inside. They are brothers born from the same root. But why do terriers have to torture beans so fiercely?

Poetic: The purpose of boiling beans is to filter out the residue of beans and leave the bean juice as soup. The beanstalk burns under the pot, and the beans cry in the pot. We are brothers. Why are you in such a hurry to torture me?

Niaomingjian

[Tang] Wang Wei

People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.

Poetry: Spring night is silent, and osmanthus falls unconsciously. Silence makes the mountains in spring night more empty. When the moon came out, the bird was startled by the moonlight. From time to time, there were waves of clear birdsong in the mountain stream.

Farewell Xin Jian at the Lotus Pavilion

[Tang] Wang Changling

Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan! Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!

Poetry: misty rain covers the night without Di, which is connected with the vast river. I will see you off at dawn, but I will stay alone, just like this lonely Chushan. If relatives and friends in Luoyang ask about me, please tell them that my heart is like crystal ice, clean and honest, stored in a jade pot.

Looking for flowers by the river alone

[Tang] Du Fu

Four yellow maiden flowers thrive on the road covered, and thousands of flowers bow and the branches are low. The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily.

Poetic: The path around Huang Si's maiden is full of colorful flowers, and thousands of flowers bend the branches low.

The frolicking butterflies don't want to hover and dance, and the free little orioles sing tactfully.

Limestone hymn

Yu Qian

It can only be extracted from the deep mountains after being struck by thousands of hammers. It regards the burning of the burning fire as a very common thing. Don't be afraid of being smashed to pieces, leaving innocence in the world.

Poetic: The stone mined from the deep mountains, after thousands of times of chiseling, looks ordinary under the fire. As long as you can leave your innocence in the world, you are not afraid of death.

Takeishi

[Qing] Zheng Xie

Bamboo is not relaxed at all, its roots are firmly embedded in the cracks in the rocks. After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight.

Poetry: I insist that the green hills are not relaxed, and the roots are deeply rooted in the rocks. Tougher after many trials and tribulations, regardless of the strong winds in the east, west, north and south.

The banks of the Yellow River were recovered by the imperial army.

[Tang] Du Fu

The news of this distant western station! The north has been recovered! At first, I couldn't stop crying on my coat. Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily.

On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine. Come back from this mountain, pass another mountain, go up from the south and then go north-to my own town! .

Poetry: Sichuan, south of Jianmenguan, suddenly heard the news of recovering northern Hebei. When I first heard the news, I was surprised to exchange tears and wet my clothes. Looking back at his wife, I don't know where my usual worries have gone; I rolled up my collection of poems at random, and I was almost crazy with joy. During the day, I will sing loudly and indulge myself; The beautiful spring scenery just accompanied me back to my hometown. We'll set off at once, take a boat from the dam, cross the Wuxia, go downstream to Xiangyang, Hubei, and then go north from Xiangyang to Luoyang.

Sea miscellaneous poems

Gong zizhen

Only the great explosive power of lightning can make the land of China exude vitality, but the social and political situation is not angry, but a kind of sadness. I advise God to cheer up and not stick to certain norms to belittle more people.

China's vitality depends on the storm of change. It's really sad to be so lifeless.

Only the great explosive power of lightning can make the land of China exude vitality, but the social and political situation is not angry, but a kind of sadness. I suggest that the Jade Emperor stand up again.

All kinds of talents are born and are not bound by rules. I advise God to cheer up and not stick to certain norms to belittle more people.

Huanxisha

[Song] Su Shi

Play Qingquan Temple in Qishui, next to the temple is Lanxi, and the stream flows west. Under the mountain, the blue buds are short dipped in the stream, and there is no small mud on the sand road between the pines.

It rained at dusk. Who says life can't go back to adolescence? The water in front of the door flows west! Don't bemoan the passage of old age!

Poetic and picturesque: the blue buds under the mountain are shorter than those in the stream, and the sand road between the pines is clean and mud-free. At dusk, the rain is whispering.

Who says life can't go back to adolescence? The water in front of the door can still flow westward. Don't bemoan the passage of old age!

Operator? Send Bao Haoran to East Zhejiang

[Song] Wang Guan

Water looks like a beautiful woman's eyes, like a beautiful frown. Where are you going? To the intersection of mountains and rivers.

Take the spring water and send you back. If you go to the south, you can catch up with spring, and you must keep the scenery of spring.

Poetry: Just sent Spring home, just sent Spring home, sent Jun home. I sent Jun (Bao Haoran) back.

If you go to Jiangnan to catch up with spring, if you go to Jiangnan (Jiangsu and Zhejiang) to catch up with spring, you must live with spring. Be sure to keep spring.

This is for my sixth grade. I hope it helps you! I found them one by one, not copied them!