1. Poems about describing scenes at the primary school level
Poems about describing scenes at the primary school level 1. What are some modern poems about describing scenes at the primary school level, published by People's Education Press, for urgent use
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You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery
People watching the scenery look at you on the bridge
Bright moon decoration Decorated your window
You decorated other people's dreams
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The afternoon sun
Ignited the dim heart
The flame of happiness
Spreading to the green corridor
The fragrant fragrance of words
The melancholy falling to the ground
Emerging hope
Sing on the passionate branches
Hold the soothing notes
Understand the direction of loneliness
Sort out the thoughts of winter
Transform into an ocean of love
Be intoxicated by the wind of the north
Wash away the sadness of the mortal world
Take a handful of blue seawater
Drink a cup of green spring light
Draw a picture with a pen
Let me stir up poetry
p>Weave a dream with your heart
Let me compose music in the waves
Ignite the dim heart
The flame of happiness
< p> Spreading to the green corridorThe fragrant fragrance of words
The melancholy that fell to the ground
The budding hope
In The branches full of passion sing
Hold the soothing notes
Understand the direction of loneliness
Sort out the thoughts of winter
Transformed into an ocean of love
Intoxicated by the wind of the North
Washed away the sadness of the mortal world
Take a handful of blue water
Drink a cup of green spring light
Draw a picture with a pen
Let me stir up the poetry of poetry
Weave a dream with your heart
Let me compose music in the waves
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Farewell Cambridge
I left quietly,
Just as I came gently;
I waved gently,
Farewell to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willow by the river,
is the bride in the sunset;
The beautiful shadow in the ripples,
is in my heart Ripple.
The green banana plant on the soft mud,
swaying oily under the water;
In the soft waves of Cambridge,
I I am willing to be a waterweed!
The pool under the shade of elm trees,
is not a clear spring,
is a rainbow from the sky crushed among the floating algae,
sedimented A rainbow dream.
Looking for a dream? Support a long wormwood,
Sail back to where the grass is greener,
Load a whole boat of starlight,
Sing in the colorful starlight.
But I can’t sing,
Quietness is the shengxiao of parting;
The summer insects are also silent for me,
Silence is today Late Cambridge!
I left quietly,
Just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeves,
I will not take them away. A cloud. The only version of the People's Education Press version is: "White Birch"
2. Eighty ancient poems describing scenes that are essential for primary school students
Spring Dawn
Meng Haoran
Sleeping in spring without waking up,
I can hear the singing of birds everywhere.
The sound of wind and rain comes at night,
How many flowers have fallen.
Spring Hope
Du Fu
The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation.
I shed tears when I am grateful for the flowers, and I am frightened when I hate others.
The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold.
The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the lust is overwhelming.
Spring Outing
Tang Wangya
Thousands of apricot trees by the river,
A new night of wind.
The garden is full of dark and light colors,
shining in the green waves.
Spring Snow
Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty
The New Year is not yet full of youth,
I was surprised to see grass buds in early February.
The white snow is too late for spring,
So the trees in the garden are flying flowers
Late spring
Han Yu
Grass The tree knows that spring will return soon,
All kinds of red and purple compete with the beauty.
The poplars and elm pods have no talent and thought,
but they can only solve the problem of snow flying all over the sky.
Chunxing
Wu Yuanheng
The willows are overcast and drizzle is clear,
All the remaining flowers have fallen and the wandering orioles are seen.
The spring breeze blows in the countryside all night Dream,
Following the spring breeze to Luocheng again.
Walking alone by the river looking for flowers
Du Fu
Huang Si’s maiden’s house is full of flowers.
Thousands of flowers are hanging low on the branches.
The butterflies are dancing all the time,
The orioles are singing at ease.
Spring night Happy Rain
Du Fu
Good rain knows the season,
Spring will happen.
Sneak into the night with the wind,
Moisturizing things silently.
The wild paths are all dark with clouds,
The fire on the river boat is only bright.
Look at the red and wet places at dawn,
< p> The flowers are heavy in Jinguancheng.Farewell to the ancient grasses
Bai Juyi
The grasses on the original grass grow with each passing year.
Wildfires never burn out, but the spring breeze blows them again.
The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green meets the deserted city.
I sent the king and grandson off again, and they were full of love.
Village
Gaoding
The grass grows and the orioles fly in the February sky,
The willows brush the embankment and are drunk by the spring smoke.
Children come back early from school,
taking advantage of the east wind to fly kites.
In early spring, Zhang Shiba of the Water Department appeared outside
Tang Hanyu
The light rain on the street was as moist as crisp,
The color of the grass looked far away but was near none.
The most advantageous thing about spring is,
The best is the smoke and willows that fill the imperial capital
Quatrains
Du Fu
Chi Ri The country is beautiful,
the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and grass.
The mud melts and the swallows fly,
The sand is warm and the mandarin ducks sleep
Ode to the Willow
He Zhizhang
Jasper makes up one The tree is tall,
Ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down.
I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves.
The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Birdsong Stream
Wang Wei
When people are idle, osmanthus flowers fall,
The night is quiet in the spring sky.
The moonrise scares the birds,
The sound of spring sounds in the stream.
Qingming Festival
Du Mu
It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival.
Pedestrians on the road I want to die.
May I ask where the restaurant is?
The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village in the distance.
Dalin Temple Peach Blossom
Bai Juyi
p>The beauty of April in the world is gone,
The peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom.
The everlasting regret of spring has nowhere to go,
I don’t know where to turn. Come.
Titled Nanzhuang of the Capital City
Cui Hu
Last year, in this door today,
the peach blossoms on the human face reflected each other's red.
Human faces don’t know where to go,
Peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.
3. I learned about ancient poems describing scenery in primary school
1. Looking at the Dongting
Liu Yuxi
The light of the lake and the moon are harmonious, and there is no goggle on the lake surface that has not been polished.
Looking at the green mountains and rivers of Dongting in the distance, there is a green snail in the silver plate.
2. Reminiscing about Jiangnan
Bai Juyi
Jiangnan is good,
I am familiar with the scenery.
When the sun rises, the flowers in the river are as red as fire
When spring comes, the river is as green as blue.
Can you not remember Jiangnan?
3. April in the countryside
Wengjuan
The mountains are green and the rivers are white, and the rain is like smoke amid the sound of the rules.
There are few idle people in the countryside in April, so they are planting sericulture and planting fields.
4. Yugezi
Zhang Zhihe
In front of Xisai Mountain, egrets fly, and peach blossoms flow into the flowing water, where mandarin fish are fat.
Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, whispering in the slanting wind do not need to return.
5. Send Yuan Er envoy to Anxi
Wang Wei
The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willows are new.
I advise you to drink another glass of wine, and there will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west.
6. Wanglu Mountain Waterfall
Li Bai
The incense burner in the sunshine produces purple smoke, and you can see the waterfall hanging in front of the river in the distance.
The flying stream falls three thousand feet, and it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen into the sky.
7. Ode to Willow
He Zhizhang
The jasper is as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down.
I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
8. Quatrains
Du Fu
The rivers and mountains are beautiful in Chiri, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and grass.
The swallows fly when the mud melts, and the mandarin ducks sleep in the warm sand.
9. Small Pond
Yang Wanli
The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the trees shines on the water, which is soft and clear.
The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it.
10. Mountain Walk
Du Mu
Far up the cold mountain, the stone path is slanted, and there are people living in the white clouds.
Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost.
4. I want some ancient poems that describe scenery besides the 70 ancient poems for primary school students.
The spring fan is gentle and gentle. Tang Fan Chuanzheng It is a warm late day, and the breeze is good.
The wind shakes the new leaves, and the light moves in the shallow flowers. The clear day is clear and the sky is dense and warm.
As soon as I looked at the green water, I felt that the fragrance was scattered. Migration relies on love, but Pei's rewards are not exhausted.
The beautiful beauty is beyond description, but the evening atmosphere is harmonious. The Song of the Lasting Spring by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty There are three or four sounds of the lingering oriole in the Forbidden Garden, the scenery is late and the wind is slow and the feeling of spring is slow.
Under the shade of the quiet wall in the west, I walk alone among the palace flowers. In early spring, Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, the snow melted away and the ice was released again, and the scenery and the wind became pleasant again.
The fields in the courtyard are wet, and the shepherd's purse leaves grow on the walls. The official residence is quiet, with the sun closing the door to the west.
Without opening Zhuang Laojuan, who do you want to talk to? Spring Title on the Lake by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty The coming of spring on the lake looks like a painted picture, with chaotic peaks surrounding it spread out horizontally.
The surface of Songpai Mountain is covered with thousands of greens, and the moon is dotted with a pearl in its heart. The threads of the green carpet draw early rice, and the green nepotism shows new grass.
If you can’t leave Hangzhou, half of the remaining lake is this lake. Spring Morning in Nanhu by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty The wind returns and the clouds stop, the rain begins to clear, and the light returns to the lakeside, which is warm and bright again.
The red mountain apricot hair is randomly scattered, and the new green water apple is spread flatly. The white wild goose with low wings is still heavy when flying, and the tongue is astringent and the oriole's speech has not yet been completed.
I don’t know that spring in Jiangnan is not good, as I get sick and lose my mood every year. Spring Water by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty In March, peach blossoms wave, and the river current returns to its old traces.
When the morning comes, there is no sand tail, and the blue color moves the wood door. Then connect the strands of hanging fragrant bait and connect the canister to irrigate the small garden.
Countless birds have been added, and they are noisy as they compete for bathing. Li Chun by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty: A hundred grasses compete with spring blossoms, Li Chun should be the winner.
Few beards and good color, many branches left. There are peach and plum branches, which can always be moved everywhere.
How can I value this so much, yet I am afraid that no one will know about it. Chun Guanxiu of the Tang Dynasty. It comes and goes, moving the furnace, without any image or selflessness.
Returning to the wild goose does not waste much energy. Dyeing flowers should take the most effort. Mingmeng hated the wealthy family and cherished it, and Nong Nuan was deeply driven by political writing.
Don't be surprised that we only sleep together when we meet again, and my heart is not in prosperity or decline. Jiangnan Chunhuai by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty When I was young, the yellow birds kept singing.
At the end of the world, I lost my hometown, and the old man grew up outside the river. The heart flies to Qin Saiyun, and the shadow lags behind Chu Guanyue.
My life experience is extremely romantic, and my countryside has been in ruins for a long time. Where did Sui Yan go? He sang a long song to thank Jinque.
Night View in Early Spring by Li Duan of the Tang Dynasty The old snow drives away the mud and sand, and the new thunder sprouts grass. The dawn frost should be on your temples, and the night rain should not rush the flowers.
It’s too late to go and return to your homeland on credit. Don’t work hard to repay the end of spring, and cherish your years from now on.
Spring Rain by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty. I lie down in white clothes during the New Year, and the white door is sparse and disappointing. The red building looks cold across the rain, and the bead-foil floating lantern returns alone.
The long journey should be sad in the late spring, and there are still vague dreams in the remaining sky. How can the jade clang and seals be reached? A wild goose flies in the clouds thousands of miles away.
Early Summer on the Pond by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty The water accumulates in the pond in late spring, and the trees are thick in summer. The boats are like wild ferries, and the fences are like river villages.
The music on the bed and mat is played quietly, and the wine store door is opened with fragrance. When I have nothing to do, I play with my little grandson.
Xia Yun, Caosong of the Tang Dynasty, the potential can become Yue Ren, and Cui Wei will grow in an instant. The dark bird cannot fly, but the wild wind can blow it away.
There are so many things happening in one day that you forget to look back at them immediately. It's about to end with summer rain, when I first hear thunder on the river.
Summer in the Mountain Pavilion by Gao Pian of the Tang Dynasty The summer is long and shaded by green trees, and the towers are reflected in the pond. The crystal curtain moves and the breeze rises, filling the courtyard with roses and incense.
Summer Evening View by Tang Guanxiu When we came to chat and take a look, we felt at ease. Tao Kan Hanxi Temple, where is it now?
Drought and fog arose in Tingsha, and mountain fires illuminated the plains. Finally, he returned to the east and fought all over Xu Tian.
Early summer in Husu, Tang Dynasty. The well is under the jurisdiction of Tou, and he can't help but think too much. The densely hanging beads foil the sun and sink in the sun. When sleeping, the swallow's words frequently move on the pillow, and the cobwebs of illness are half on the piano.
The flowers in the rain path are buried in bright colors, and the bamboos in the Yue Xuan turn to cool shade. I don’t know how much a spring of wine costs, so I can exchange all my money for gifts.
Summer in the mountains by Tang Li Bai Lazy shaking the white feather fan, naked in the green forest. Take off your towel and hang it on the stone wall, exposing the top to let in the pine breeze.
Occasionally written by Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty. The summer heat in Nanzhou is as drunk as wine, and I am almost asleep and open the north door. At noon, I slept alone without any sound. The mountain boy knocked on the tea mortar across the bamboo.
Early Autumn by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty The sparse rain washes the open space, and the autumn sign is full of surprise and newness. The strong heat removes the cruel officials, and the cool breeze brings old friends.
The bottle of wine has not been drunk, and the dawn flowers are not frowning. Baht scale and plume snow, who feels old? Early Autumn on the Pond by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty Lotus leaves and green flowers are mixed, and the pond is full of new autumn water.
The early coolness is on the north sill, and the remaining light is on the east fence. The dew-filled cicada sounds lazy, and the air-dried willow tree has faded.
After Pan is twenty years old, why should he be more sad?
Sigh of Autumn Rain by Du Fu of Tang Dynasty The wind and rain fall one after another in autumn, and the clouds are the same across the world.
There is no need to argue between Malay and cattle. How can we distinguish between turbidity, Jing, and Qingwei? The ears of corn are growing, the ears of millet are black, and there is no news about the farmers and women in the field.
In the city, they were fighting for rice to exchange silk quilts, and I wanted to talk to Xu Ning about the two sides. Qiu Shan by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. After a long illness, my heart was filled with appreciation. Now I am climbing a mountain.
The mountains are autumn, the clouds are cold, and everything is cold, calling me Qingbaiyan. The white stone can be used as a pillow, and the green radish can be climbed.
If you get something in your heart, you will not want to pay it back until the end of the day. Life is infinite, just like being sent between heaven and earth.
My heart has a thousand years of worries, and my body never has a day of leisure. When will the dust net be untied? This is the place to hide it.
Qiu Ji by Cui Daorong of the Tang Dynasty The sky is cleared by the rain, and the distant mountains are beginning to appear, yet unknown. At night, the moon is like a hook on the river, and from time to time there is the sound of frightened fish throwing waves.
Bianbian Late Autumn by Tang Dumu There is no state in the south of the Black Mountains, and the horses are left flat and the sand is not harvested at night. The wind blows the lonely city to the corner of the evening, and the sound of it brings sorrow to the hearts of the guests.
Autumn Evening on the Xiangjiang River by Tang Du Xunhe The moonlight of Sanxiang and the water of Sanxiang are as cold as a bone-drenched shop. I couldn't stay here overnight, and there were no letters from my hometown for half a year.
Autumn Moon Night by Gu Feixiong of the Tang Dynasty The traveling geese welcome the wind, and the steps turn over the moon to reveal the dew. The sound of the anvil rings through the night, and there are several houses on the river.
Residence in the Mountains in the Late Autumn by Tang Huangtao The refreshing air fills the air, and it is embarrassing to look at it. The lonely smoke is sad about the setting sun, and the tall trees are sick about the west wind.
The sound of woodcutter comes from the silent mountain, and the dew is cool and the cicadas are thinking about poverty. At this time, there are foreign affairs, and several people share the same humor.
Early Winter by Tang Bai Juyi The weather in the south of the Yangtze River is good in October, and the poor winter scenery is like spring. The light frost has not killed the luxuriant grass, and the warm sun has begun to dry up the desert sand.
The leaves of the old zhejie are as yellow as those of young trees, and the branches of cold cherry blossoms are as white as wild flowers. At this time, the idle people were drunk, and the five horses had no way to enter the restaurant.
In the depth of winter, Du Fu of Tang Dynasty, flowers and leaves follow the will of God, and rivers and streams have roots of stone. The morning clouds follow the shadows, and the cold water follows the traces.
It is easy to shed Yang Zhu's tears, but it is difficult to attract the soul of Chu guest. The wind and waves are unstable at dusk. Who can I stay at?
5. You have learned or accumulated a lot of poems describing landscapes in elementary school. Please choose one you like
The one in elementary school
Halo, Let’s talk about a simple one.
Lu Chai (Wang Wei)
No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but people can hear their voices. Returning to the deep forest, the light shines on the moss again.
[Note] Lu Chai (chài village): a place name, the same as "Luzhai", which means the place where deer live. This is one of the scenic spots in Wangchuan Villa where Wang Wei lived in seclusion. Firewood refers to "zhai" and "yan", which are fences made of branches. Return to the scene (yǐng shadow): the same as "return to the shadow", that is, the sunlight returning from the setting sun. Moss: One word is "berry".
This poem expresses the poet's pursuit and love for the ethereal realm in nature, which is also one of the pleasures of his seclusion in Wangchuan River. The main feature of this poem is that it is filled with a painterly realm. The first two sentences describe the tranquility of the mountains and forests. The last two sentences describe the light returning to the deep forest and illuminating the moss. This is the scene seen by the protagonist in the scroll. The combination of the two creates an excellent picture of people and scenery interdependent. The important artistic technique of this poem is contrast, which is used to highlight the central content that the poet wants to describe, which is the word "solitude", which is expressed in the first two sentences as "no one is seen" and in the last two sentences as "on the moss". In the first two sentences, the poet's purpose is to write that he "sees no people" in the mountain, so the mountain is just an "empty" mountain. Then a sound of "human voice" broke through the tranquility of the mountain forest. This technique is a contrast. This is consistent with the famous sentence "Mountains are more secluded when birds sing" written by Wang Ji, a Liang native in the Southern Dynasties, who uses the sound of birds to reflect the tranquility of the mountains. Similarly, the poet's purpose in the last two sentences is to write about the dark scenery in the deep forest, that is, to highlight the "secluded" scenery "on the moss". But he did not directly describe the darkness of the entire mountain forest, but let a ray of light shine into the depths of the forest and still shine on the moss. This gives the reader the feeling that the bright is self-evident, and the quiet place is self-evident. It is secluded, and in comparison with this enlightened person, the secluded place appears even more secluded. This poem reflects the poet's love for nature and his weariness with the worldly officialdom.
Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields (Part 3)
Planting beans at the foot of the southern mountain, the grass is full of bean seedlings. I wake up in the morning to sort out the wasteland and filth, and return with a hoe in the moonlight.
The road is narrow and the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes. I don’t regret the stains on my clothes, but my wish is true.
On the surface, this poem is about the joy of working in the countryside and expresses the thought of retreating to the mountains and forests; but comparing this poem with other poems, the author’s "wishes" In fact, it has its special connotation. Covering the stars and the moon, taking care of your little "crop", regardless of what the harvest is, as long as you put yourself among the soil and crops, you will feel more happy physically and mentally. The sparse crops in the farmland, the withered crops The weeds, the difficult field paths, and the cool and clean dew all gave the poet a fresh and exciting feeling, which made him extremely happy. This feeling was the source of his life. A life of peace and tranquility allowed him to experience the bliss of his life. The first two sentences are about planting beans at the foot of Nanshan Mountain. The grass is very lush but the bean sprouts are sparse. The sentence starts very plainly, like an old farmer standing there talking, which makes people feel very friendly. In three or four sentences, in order to prevent the bean fields from becoming barren, the poet went to the ground early in the morning and came back in the evening under the moonlight. Although it is very hard, he does not complain, which can be seen from the beautiful scenery of "Returning to Hoe with Moon Lotus".
In the last four sentences, the road is narrow and the grass is long, and the evening dew touches your clothes, but what's the pity if your clothes get wet? This sentence may seem plain, but this plainness exactly reflects the last sentence, "But my wish will not go against me", which makes "my wish will not go against me" fully emphasized. The "wish" here also implies not to lose yourself in the dirty real world. The language of this poem is very plain and natural. "Beans are planted at the foot of the southern mountain" and "Evening dew touches my clothes" are as simple as being spoken casually without any modification. This natural and plain verse is integrated into the mellow artistic conception of the whole poem, which elevates the spoken language to poetry, harmoniously unifying the plainness of the spoken language and the mellowness of the poetry, forming the plain and mellow artistic characteristics of Tao's poetry. Tao's poems are both plain and full of interest. The interest of Tao's poems comes from freehand brushwork. "Returning from hoeing with a moon load", although the poet returning from labor is alone, he is accompanied by a bright moon. The poet under the moon carries a hoe on his shoulder and walks through the waist-deep grass. What a beautiful picture of returning to farming on a moonlit night! It is filled with the poet's joyful mood and pride in hermitage.