The ancient poems describing spring in grades 1 to 3 include "Quetrains", "Qingming", "Spring Dawn", "Winging Willows", and "Spring Night Joyful Rain":
1. "Quetrains" Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty:
Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascends to the blue sky.
The window contains Qianqiu snow of Xiling, and the door is docked with a ship thousands of miles away from Dongwu.
Vernacular text: Two orioles sang gracefully among the green willow trees, and a neat group of egrets rushed straight into the blue sky. Sitting in front of the window, I can see the snow that never melts all year round on the west ridge, and the ships from Soochow, thousands of miles away, are moored in front of the door.
2. "Qingming" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty:
It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die.
Ask where the restaurant is, the shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village.
Vernacular text: During the Qingming Festival in the south of the Yangtze River, drizzle falls one after another, and all the travelers on the road are in despair. May I ask the local people where to buy wine to drown their sorrows? The shepherd boy smiled and pointed to Xinghua Mountain Village in the distance.
3. "Spring Dawn" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty:
When I sleep in spring, I don't realize the dawn, and I hear the singing of birds everywhere.
The sound of wind and rain at night makes one know how many flowers have fallen.
Vernacular: In the spring, I was so sleepy that I didn’t realize it was dawn. What disturbed my deep sleep was the chirping bird. There was constant wind and rain last night. I wonder how many of the beautiful spring flowers were blown down?
4. "Ode to the Willow" by He Zhizhang of the Tang Dynasty:
The jasper is made up into a tree 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.
Vernacular: The tall willow trees are covered with new green leaves, and the soft willow branches hang down, like thousands of gently fluttering green ribbons. Whose skillful hands cut these thin young leaves? It turned out to be the warm spring breeze in February, like a pair of dexterous scissors.
5. "A Happy Rain on a Spring Night" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty:
Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.
Vernacular text: The good rain seems to choose the season. When spring comes, it will fall quietly at night with the spring breeze. Accompanied by the spring breeze, it rises quietly at night, silently nourishing all things.