What ancient poems are suitable for reading in the first grade?

Tangjiadao

When I asked your students under a pine tree, "my teacher," he replied, "went to pick herbs."

However, through these clouds, how can I know which corner of the mountain it is facing? .

Cangsongxia asked the young schoolchildren, and he said that his master had gone to the mountains to collect medicine. I only know that it is in this mountain, but I don't know his whereabouts because there is fog in the mountain.

Second, "send the master"

Don Liu Changqing?

You are a monk like a lonely cloud and wild crane. How can I live in the world?

Please don't buy a famous mountain, it's a world-famous place.

Lonely clouds with wild cranes, why live on earth? Don't buy Wozhoushan, now someone knows.

Third, "Early Baidu City"

Tang Libai?

Early in the morning, I bid farewell to Jiangling city, which is high into the sky, thousands of miles away, and the boat is only one day away.

The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills.

Say goodbye to Baidi City reflected by colorful clouds in the morning, and Jiangling, thousands of miles away, can be reached in one day. Apes on both sides of the Taiwan Strait are still echoing in my ears, and the brisk boat has passed the mountains.

Fourth, "Yaochi"

Tang Li Shangyin?

The Queen Mother of the West opened the window on the Yaochi; The voice of bamboo songs is very sad.

Eight-horse car, traveling three thousand miles a day; Zhou Muwang, why didn't the default come again?

The carved window of the West Queen Mother of Yaochi opened eastward, and only Huangzhuge shook the earth, which was sad. Zhou Muwang has eight good horses and can run three times a day in Wan Li. Why did they break the contract and never come again?

Verb (abbreviation for verb) "A berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain"

Tang Wangwan?

Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water.

Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.

... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.

Finally, I can send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang.

Outside the lush mountains are the roads for tourists, and ships sail in the green waters. The tide is high, the banks of the river are flush with the river, the whole river is very open, and the sails hang straight in the wind. The night hasn't faded, the rising sun has risen on the river in Ran Ran, and the Jiangnan in the old year has the breath of spring. Where should I send my book home? Go to the north to return to the wild goose, please take it back to Luoyang!