Note: Some provinces have five years of primary school and four years of junior high school, while some provinces have six years of primary school and three years of junior high school. This page only uses six years of primary school to summarize ancient poems in primary school. Moreover, the teaching materials of each province are different, and only the "People's Education Edition" is used as the reference standard.
There are 10 ancient poems for the sixth grade of primary school, 4 in the first volume and 6 in the second volume. < /p>
I have left the past, and the willows are still there.
Today I come to think about it, it is raining and snowing.
Translation
The bean sprouts were picked again and again, and the weeds were just emerging from the ground. I said I was going home, but it was still not possible at the end of the year. He has no wife and no home, all for the sake of fighting with the wolf. There is no time to live and rest, all in order to fight with the eagles.
"Lovely Rain on a Spring Night" Author: Du Fu (Poet of the Tang Dynasty)
Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.
The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire.
Looking at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city.
Translation
What a wonderful spring rain. It seems to know the changes of seasons. When spring comes, it will naturally appear in time. With the gentle breeze blowing quietly in the night, it nourishes everything softly and silently. The sky over the wild path was dark with dark clouds, and only a solitary lamp was lit on the boat on the river. In the early morning, enjoy the moist spring flowers everywhere in the drizzle, blooming heavily all over the beautiful Chengdu.
"Moon on the Xijiang River·Walking on the Yellow Sand Road at Night" Author: Xin Qiji (Poet of the Song Dynasty)
The bright moon scares the magpies on the branches, and
The breeze sings the cicadas in the middle of the night.
The fragrance of rice flowers speaks of a good harvest,
Listen to the sound of frogs.
Seven or eight stars are outside the sky,
Two or three points of rain are in front of the mountain.
In the old days, by the forest of Maodian Society,
I suddenly saw a bridge over a stream when the road turned.
Translation
The bright moon in the sky rose above the treetops, causing the magpies to fly away from the branches. The distant chirping of cicadas could be heard in the cool evening breeze. The thick fragrance of rice flowers assails the nostrils and seems to tell (pedestrians): "This year is another good harvest year." At this time, there are bursts of frogs' cries of joy. The twinkling stars appeared and disappeared, and a light rain began to fall in front of the mountain. Where have the hut shops next to the woods near the Earth Temple gone? After turning a corner, Maodian suddenly appeared in front of us.
"The Pure Sky·Autumn Thoughts" Author: Bai Pu (poet of the Yuan Dynasty)
The setting sun in the isolated village,
The old trees with light smoke, jackdaws,
Under the shadow of a little Feihong.
Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.
Translation
Withered vines, old trees, and a listless crow under the sunset, flapping its wings and landing on the bare branches. The delicate and unique small bridge, the gurgling water, and the few low and dilapidated thatched huts http://www.slkj.org/a/xiaoxue6.html make it seem more peaceful and warm. On the desolate ancient road, a thin and haggard horse carried an equally tired and haggard wanderer from a foreign land, hesitating in the west wind of a foreign land. The sunset is gradually setting, but if you are a wanderer outside, where is your destination? Where is your hometown? Thinking of this, how can the wandering wanderer in the world not feel heartbroken.