Wang Anshi's ancient poems 1 learned in grade five (grade five)

I don't know which version of the textbook I learned in primary school. I have forgotten many of the ancient poems I have learned, but I can only recite the following. I know there are still a few poems unfinished, but I really can't remember them clearly. Who can remember to add it for me?

Mowing: mowing at noon, sweating and sowing. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?

Goose: Goose, Goose, Goose, think about Xiang Tiange. White feathers, floating in green water; The red soles of the feet stir the clear water.

Painting: Looking at the mountains from a distance, listening to the silence of the water. Spring has passed, but there are still many flowers and flowers. People go nearby, but the birds are still not disturbed.

May: There are some plums in the corner. hanling cleans them alone. I know from a distance that it is not snow and there is no fragrance.

Xiao Chun: In the spring morning, I wake up easily, and birds are singing everywhere. How many flowers fall after a stormy night.

Grass: endless grass on the plain, which comes and goes with the seasons. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. (There are four more sentences: invade the ancient road far away and reach the crumbling city gate. It's sad to see Wang Sun leave. There are no these four sentences in primary school textbooks)

Village residence: the grass grows in February, and the willow is drunk with spring smoke. The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.

Peach Blossoms in Dalin Temple: Peach Blossoms in Mountain Temple bloom in April. I want to find a place where my life is dying, but I don't know that it has been moved here.

What you can see: The shepherd boy is riding a yellow ox, and his song shakes Lin Yue. Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently.

Xiaochi: Spring eyes flow silently, and the shade of trees gently shines on the water. The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.

Night Mountain Temple: The height of the dangerous building is 100 feet, and the hand can pick the stars. Standing here, I dare not speak loudly for fear of disturbing the gods in the sky.

Fisherman on the river: People come and go on the river, but they love the beauty of perch. Look at those poor fishermen, floating up and down in the big waves and rocking in the boats. (Sometimes the last third sentence is also written as: Look at the lonely boat. )

Release Baidicheng ahead of schedule: bid farewell to Baidicheng and return to Jiangling one day. The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills.

Quatrains: Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky. My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.

Hiking: It's far from Lengshan, and there are people in Bai Yunsheng. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

Wanglushan Waterfall: The incense burner in Rizhao produces purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs thousands of rivers. 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.

A night-mooring near maple bridge: On a cold night, Jiang Feng sleeps with anxiety. In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.

Jiang Xue: There are no birds in hundreds of mountains, and there are no footprints in thousands of roads. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.

The owner of Furong Mountain, who stayed in the snow, was far away in Cangshan at dusk, and the cold inside the house was poor. Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night.

Winter scenery: Lotus flowers are not sheltered from the rain, chrysanthemums and branches of Ao Shuang. Good years must be remembered, especially when it is orange, yellow and green.

Wing willow: Jasper dresses up as a tree and hangs down a tapestry of thousands of strands of moss. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

An absent note: when I asked your student under a pine tree, "my teacher," he replied, "went to pick herbs." However, through these clouds, how can I know which corner of the mountain it is facing? .

Title Xilin Wall: Seen from the side of the ridge, the distance is different. I can't recognize the true face of Lushan Mountain because I am there.

Title Andy Lin: When will the West Lake song and dance stop? Warm wind makes tourists drunk, just for Bianzhou, Hangzhou.

Early spring: the rain in the sky is crisp, and the grass color is near but not far. The most important thing is the benefits of spring, and victory is a smoke willow.

Dengguazhou: Guazhou in Jingkou is a water room, and Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains. The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?

Stay in Xugong Store in Xinshi City: The hedges are sparse and deep, and the trees are not shaded. The children hurried after the yellow disc and flew into the cauliflower and couldn't find a place.

In the middle of the third road: the plum blossoms are fragrant and the streams are full of mountains. The shade does not reduce the road, but adds four or five orioles.

Stay in the mountains: the state of mountain light makes spring glow, and I don't intend to go back to time. Even if there was no rain in Mystery, the clothes were dyed deep in the clouds.

Night berth on Jiande River: When my boat was sailing in the fog, the sun was fading and the old memories began. The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.

Miscellaneous Poems: You from my old country, tell me what happened there! . Did the plum blossom when you came to the engraved window of my house?

The quatrains: Jiangbi birds are too white, and blue-and-white mountains are burning. I watched it again this spring. When is the year of return?

Ma: The desert sand is like snow, and the Yanshan moon is like a hook. Why should you relax your brain? Let's step on the clear autumn.

The forest was black and the wind hit the grass, but the general tried to shoot an arrow at night. The next morning, he found his white arrow, not in the stone forest.

Forward insertion: the bow should be strong and the arrow should be long. Shooters should shoot horses, and leaders should catch their leaders. There is a limit to killing people, and all countries have national boundaries. If you can cure the invasion of the mausoleum, how can you kill more?

Miscellaneous Poems: Kyushu is furious like thunder, and a thousand troops and horses are mourning. I advise God to cheer up and not stick to certain norms to belittle more people.

In autumn night, the fence door will break dawn to welcome the cold. Feeling: Three rivers and seas in Wan Li, five thousand mountains climbing skyscrapers. The adherents wept in the dust and looked south to Julian Waghann for another year.

Wang Hulou's drunken book: Dark clouds turn over ink and don't cover mountains, while white rain jumps over boats. Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle.