What are the ancient poems that must be recited from grade one to grade six in primary school?

First, "on the pool"

Tang Bai Juyi

A child propped up the boat and secretly picked the white lotus back.

He didn't know how to hide the trail. The duckweed on the water left a boat on the trail.

The baby propped up the boat and secretly picked white lotus from the pond. He doesn't know how to hide his whereabouts. The duckweed was swept away by the boat, leaving a long waterline on the water.

Second, "Spring Dawn"

Tang Meng Hao ran

Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.

How many flowers fall after a stormy night.

In spring, it is dawn before you know it, and birds can be heard everywhere. Looking back at the sound of wind and rain last night, I don't know how many beautiful spring flowers have been blown down.

Third, "Wanglushan Waterfall"

Tang Libai

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.

The incense burner peak is covered with purple mist under the sunlight. From a distance, the waterfall looks like white silk hanging in front of the mountain. There seem to be several waterfalls in thousands of feet on the high cliff, which makes people suspect that the Milky Way fell from the sky to the ground.

Fourth, "plum blossom"

Wang Song Anshi?

There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone.

I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.

There are some plum blossoms in the corner, blooming alone in the cold. I know from a distance that Bai Meihua is not snow, because there is a faint fragrance of plum blossoms.

Verb (abbreviation of verb) "Singing Willow"

Isn't he Zhang Zhi?

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.

Tall willows are covered with new green leaves, and drooping willows are fluttering gently like thousands of green ribbons. I wonder who cut this thin willow leaf. This is the spring breeze in February. Like a magic pair of scissors.