What are the ancient poems learned by two-year-olds

Singing Goose (Luo)

White swan, white swan, bend your neck and breathe fire into the sky.

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

Yonghuai Village (Shao Yong)

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.

Quiet night thinking (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.

Xiao Chun (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.

Grass/Fude Guyuan Grass Farewell (Bai Juyi) generally teaches the first four sentences.

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.

Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey.

I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.

Painting (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 you can't hear the sound.

Spring has passed, but there are still many flowers and flowers. People go nearby, but the birds are still not disturbed.

Long song (anonymous) generally teaches the last four sentences.

The trees in the garden are lush, and the crystal dew rises in the sun.

Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity.

I am always afraid that when the cold autumn comes, the trees in Ye Er will turn yellow and the grass will wither.

The river runs to the sea, and when will it return to the west?

If young people don't work in time, they will only regret for life when they are old.

At Heron Mountain Villa (Wang Zhihuan)

The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.

By going up one flight of stairs, look further.