You mean five-character quatrains.
There are many books handed down from generation to generation that are suitable for primary school students to read. Some information is provided for your reference.
I wish your child wonderful progress in calligraphy and success in the Year of the Monkey! Wang Wei: Lu Chai, there seems to be no one on the empty mountain, and yet I think I hear a voice. The shadow of the setting sun came into deep forest, and the landscape was pleasant on the moss.
Wang Wei: Zhuli Pavilion, leaning alone in the close bamboos, I am playing my lute and humming a song. Too softly for anyone to hear, except my comrade, the bright moon.
Wang Wei: Farewell to friend, I have watched you down the mountain and till now in the dark I close my thatch door. Spring grass grows green next year, friend, can you return? Wang Wei: Acacia when those red berries come in springtime, flushing on your southland branches? Hope miss the person to collect more, Xiao Xiao red bean caused people.
Wang Wei: you who have come from my old country and tell me what has happened there!. When you came to my home carved decorative pattern of the window, the plant of the plum flowers bloom? Pei Di: Send Cui Jiu to though you think to return to this maze of mountains and oh, let them brim your heart with wonder!.
remember the fisherman from Wuling, who had only a day in the Peach-Blossom Country. Zu Yong: Looking at the snow in the south, see how Zhongnan Mountain soars, with its white top over floating clouds.
and a warm sky opening at the snow-line, while the town in the valley grows colder and colder. Meng Haoran: while my little boat moves on its mooring of mist, a night-mooring on the jiande river, and daylight wanes, old memories begin.
how wide the world was, how close the trees to heaven, and how clear in the water the nearness of the moon!. Meng Haoran: Chun Xiao I awake light-hearted this morning of spring, everywhere round me the singing of birds.
but now I remember the night, the storm, and I wonder how many blossoms were broken? Li Bai: Thinking of so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed and could there have been a frost already? in the Quiet Night. I raise my head to gaze at the moon, Lowering my head, my nostalgia comes around.
Li Bai: how beautiful she looks, opening the pearly casement, and how quiet she leans, and how troubled her brow is!. You may see the tears now, bright on her cheek, but not the man she so bitterly loves? Du Fu: Eight Arrays, the Three Kingdoms, divided, have been bound by his greatness, the Eight-Sided Fortress is founded on his fame.
beside the changing river, it stands stony as his grief, that he never conquered the Kingdom of Wu. Wang Zhihuan: mountains cover the white sun, at heron lodge, and oceans drain the golden river.
but you widen your view three hundred miles, by going up one flight of stairs. Liu Changqing: Send Ling Che to from the temple, deep in its tender bamboos and comes the low sound of an evening bell.
while the hat of a pilgrim carries the sunset, farther and farther down the green mountain. Liu Changqing: Playing the piano your seven strings are like the voice, of a cold wind in the pines.
singing old beloved songs, which no one cares for any more. Liu Changqing: Send it to can drifting clouds and white storks and be tenants in this world of ours?! Please don't buy the famous mountains, which is the place where the world is known.
Wei Yingwu: as I walk in the cool of the autumn night, an autumn night message to qiu, thinking of you, singing my poem. I hear a mountain pine-cone fall, you also seem to be awake.
Li Duan: Listen to the Zheng, her hands of white jade by a window of snow, are glimmering on a golden-fretted harp. Trying to do the best to win the favor of Zhou lang, you see she deliberately Dial the wrong strings.
Wang Jian: Newly-married on the third day, taking my place to cook, washing my hands to make the bridal soup. I do not know what the taste of mother - in - law, do well first sister - in - law taste.
Quan Deyu: Yutai last night my girdle came undone, and this morning a luck-beetle flew over my bed. So here are my paints and here are my powders, and a welcome for my yoke again.
Liu Zongyuan: a hundred mountains and no bird, Jiang Xue, a thousand paths without a footprint. A boat on the river, a fisherman in his bagworm moths; Fishing alone, not afraid of snow and ice attack.
Yuan Zhen: Palace in the faded old imperial palace, peonies are red, but no one comes to see them. A few white - haired Las Meninas, sit idle talk about emperor Tang dynasty.
Bai Juyi: there's a gleam of green in an old bottle, a suggestion to my friend liu, there's a stir of red in the quiet stove. With dusk, the snow is impending, what about a cup of wine ? Zhang Hu: a thousand miles from her home, He Manzi, a lady of the palace lived here these twenty years.
yet ask her for this song and, with the first few words of it, see how she tries to hold back her tears. Li Shangyin: with twilight shadows in my heart, the leyou tombs, I have driven up among the Leyou Tombs.
the sunset is infinitely beautiful, buried by the coming night. Jia Dao: when I questioned your pupil, under a pine-tree, a note left for an absent ecluse, "My teacher," he answered, "went for herbs".
but toward which corner of the mountain, how can I tell, through all these clouds?. Li Qi: Crossing the Han River in away from home, I was longing for news, winter after winter, spring after spring.
now, nearing my village, meeting people, I dare not ask a single question. Jin Changxu: Spring resentment against drive the orioles away and all their music from the trees.
they wakened her when she dreamed, that she went to Liaoxi Camp to join him there. West Me: Cosugo this constellation, with its seven high stars, is Ge Shu lifting his sword in the night.
and no more barbarians, nor their horses, nor cattle, dare ford the river boundary. Cui Hao: tell me, where do you live?, near here, by the fishing-pool?, one of a song of changgan.
let's hold our boats together, let's see, if we belong in the same town.. Cui Hao: a song of changgan II yes, I live here, by the river, I have sailed on it many and many a time.
both of us born in Changgan, you and I!, why haven't we always known each other?. Li Bai: Yu Jie resents her jade-white staircase is cold with dew and her silk soles are wet, she lingered there so long.
behind her closed casement, why is she still waiting, watching through its crystal pane the glow of the autumn moon?. Lu Lun: his golden arrow is tipped with hawk's feathers, his embroidered silk flag has a tail like a swallow, one of the four songs under the plug.
one man, arising, gives a new order, a thousand battalions shout. Lu Lun: Cesar II, the woods are black and a wind assails the grasses, yet the general tries night archery.
and next morning he finds his white-plumed arrow, pointed deep in the hard rock. Lu Lun: The Third of Four Sediments, high in the faint moonlight, wildgeese are soaring, tartar chieftains are fleeing through the dark.
and we chase them, with horses lightly burdened, and a burden of snow on our bows and our swords. Lu Lun: The Four Pieces of Cesar, let feasting begin in the wild camp!, let bugles cry our victory!.
let us drink, let us dance in our golden armour!, let us thunder on rivers and hills with our drums!. Li Yi: Jiangnan Qu since I married the merchant of Qutang, he has failed each day to keep his word.
had I thought how regular the tide is, I might rather have chosen a river-boy. 2. What are the simplest modern ancient poems written in regular script with a brush
1. Ode to Goose
Tang Dynasty: Luo Binwang
Goose, Goose, Goose, Xiang Tiange.
white hair floats green water, and red palm stirs clear waves.
2. Spring Dawn
Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran
I awake light-hearted this morning of spring, everywhere round me the singing of birds.
but now I remember the night, the storm, and I wonder how many blossoms were broken.
3. The Ci of Spring
Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi
The new makeup should be placed under the Zhu Lou, which deeply locks the sorrow of a hospital in spring.
when you go to the atrium, count the flowers, and the dragonflies fly to scratch their heads.
4.
In the Tang Dynasty, Han Yu
The rain in Tianjie was crisp, but the grass color was not close at a distance.
the best thing is the spring of the year, which is absolutely better than the smoke and willow in the imperial capital.
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In the Tang Dynasty, Du Mu
Thousands of miles of yingti reflected the green river, and the water village was full of wine flags.
Four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties are covered in misty rain. 3.2-word ancient poems
Listen to the zither
Li Duan
her hands of white jade by a window of snow, are glimmering on a golden-fretted harp.
and to draw the quick eye of Chou Yu, she touches a wrong note now and then.
Eight arrays
Du Fu
the Three Kingdoms, divided, have been bound by his greatness, the Eight-Sided Fortress is founded on his fame.
beside the changing river, it stands stony as his grief, send hate and lose Wu.
He Manzi
Zhang Hu
a thousand miles from her home, a lady of the palace lived here these twenty years.
yet ask her for this song and, with the first few words of it, see how she tries to hold back her tears.
crossing the Han River
Li Pin
away from home, I was longing for news, winter after winter, spring after spring.
now, nearing my village, meeting people, I dare not ask a single question.
a suggestion to my friend liu
Bai Juyi
there's a gleam of green in an old bottle, there's a stir of red in the quiet stove.
there's a feeling of snow in the dusk outside, what about a cup of wine inside?.