Walked two or three li.

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.

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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.

Silent night thinking [Tang] Li Bai

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?

I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

Ode to the goose [Tang Luo]

Goose Goose, Xiang Tiange.

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

Tang Yin, Ji Hua

The red crown on the head doesn't need to be specially cut, and the cock is white and feathered.

It didn't dare to cry all its life. When it was called, the door of every family was opened.

Benjamin Nong [Don 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?

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.

The village house is high [clear]

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.

See [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.

Koike [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.

Second-grade ancient poetry

To [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.

Good years must be remembered, it is orange.

Du Mei in Mountain Tour [Tang Dynasty]

Far away, the stone path of Hanshan is oblique, and there are people from Bai Yunsheng.

Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

Why go back to your hometown to write a book [Tang]

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.

To Wang Lun [Tang] Li Bai.

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.

Cao [Tang] 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.

Su Xinshi Xugongdian [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.

Wang Lushan Waterfall [Tang] Li Bai

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.

Jueju [Tang] Du Fu

"Two orioles sing green willows, and egrets cover the sky."

My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.

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 gray and wild. See cattle and sheep when the wind blows.

Third grade ancient poetry

Ye Shaoweng as seen in the night book [Song]

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.

Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brother [Don] Wang Wei in Shandong.

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.

Wang Tianmen Mountain [Tang] Li Bai

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.

Drinking on the lake is clear, and it rains [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.

Children's fishing [Tang]

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.

Liu Yong [Tang] He Zhangzhi

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.

Zhu Zaichun [Song]

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.

Qiao Qiao [Don] Lin Jie

See Bixiao tonight on Tanabata, and cross the river bridge with the cowherd and the weaver girl.

Every family watches the autumn moon, and every family wears HongLing.

Chang 'e [Tang] 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.

Wanderer [Tang] Meng Jiao.

The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.

Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.

Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?

Fourth grade ancient poetry

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.

Shanxi Village Tourism [Song Dynasty]

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.

The Yellow Crane Tower sent Meng Haoran to Yangzhou [Tang] Li Bai.

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.

The second envoy of Yuan Dynasty, 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

Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their relatives when they go out to the sun.

Passing through the old village [Tang] Meng Haoran

This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm.

Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.

Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops.

Wait until the mountain is on holiday, and I'll come back at chrysanthemum time.

Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain [Tang] Li Bai

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.

Wang Dongting [Tang] 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.

Recalling Jiangnan [Tang] Bai Juyi

The scenery in Jiangnan is very beautiful, and the picturesque scenery has long been familiar. At sunrise, the red flowers in the river win the fire.

This river is as green as blue in spring. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan?

April [Song] in the countryside.

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.

Four Seasons of Pastoral Miscellaneous Prosperity [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.

Yu Gezi [Tang 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.

Fifth grade ancient poetry

Anchored Wang Anshi in Guazhou [Song Dynasty]

Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains.

The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?

Qiu Si [Tang] Zhang Ji.

The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start.

I can't tell you how hurried I am. Pedestrians are pouring in, Kaifeng.

Sauvignon blanc [Qing] nalanxingde

A ride on the mountain, a ride on the water, and a trip to Guan Yu, with thousands of lights at night.

When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden.

Shepherd Boy [Don] 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.

Zhou Du An Ren [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.

Qingpingle? Village resident [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.

Langtaosha [Tang] Liu Yuxi

The Yellow River winds from a distant place, carrying thousands of miles of yellow sand.

Since you are from the sky, and now you seem to fly directly to the Milky Way, please take me to the sky, gather in the Milky Way, and go to the home of Cowherd and Weaver Girl together.

Sixth grade ancient poetry

The Book of Songs? Pick Wei (excerpt)

Recalling the original exploration, the wind in Yang Liuyi was blowing in the wind; Now back on the road, snowflakes are flying everywhere.

The road is muddy and difficult to walk, and people are thirsty and hungry.

Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night [Tang] 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.

Xijiangyue? Xin Qiji's Night at Huangsha Road [Song]

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.

In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year.

In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge.

Tianjingsha? Typha angustifolia

Sunset in a lonely village, an old tree with light smoke in western Western jackdaw,

A small flying shadow.

Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.

Ma Shi [Tang] Li He

The desert sand is like snow, and the Yanshan moon is like a hook.

Don't be a golden brain, go and step on the clear autumn.

Seven-step poem [Three Kingdoms? Cao weizhi

Boiled beans are held as soup and simmered as juice.

Honey burns under the pot, and beans cry in the pot.

We are born from the same root. What's the hurry?

Bird-singing Creek [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.

Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Inn [Don] 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!

Looking for flowers by the river [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.

Lime sings [shines] modesty.

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.

Even if it is smashed to pieces, I am not afraid, and I am willing to leave a clean one in the world.

Zhu Shi [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.

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! .

Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems [Qing] Gong Zizhen

Jiuzhou's anger depends on the wind and thunder, and a thousand horses are sad.

I advise God to cheer up and not stick to certain norms to belittle more people.

Su Shi of Huanxisha [Song]

Play Qingquan Temple in Qishui, next to the temple is Lanxi, and the stream flows west.

Under the mountain, the buds are short in the stream, and there are few mud roads in the pine room.

It rained at dusk.

Who says life can't go back to adolescence? The water in front of the door can also flow west!

Don't bemoan the passage of old age!

Operator? Send Bao Haoran to Wang Guan in East Zhejiang [Song Dynasty]

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.

The above are all ancient poems from grade one to grade six. Give points! ! ! ! I am very fortunate and bitter.