English Poetry of Grade Six in Primary School 1 Zhongnanshan
Wang Wei
Its huge height is close to the city of heaven.
Connect Qian Shan Wanshui to a corner of the sea.
When I look back, the clouds are behind me.
They disappeared when I entered the fog.
A central peak divides the wilderness.
Weathered into many valleys.
... need a place to spend the night,
I called the woodcutter on the river.
Zhong Nanshan
Wang Wei
The majestic Tian Yishan is close to Chang 'an, and the mountains continue to extend to the sea.
The white clouds merged behind, and the blue mist melted into the mountains and disappeared.
The central mountain peaks separate the southwest, and the valleys are different.
Want to find a house to live in the mountains, is it convenient for the water guide to ask the woodcutter?
A letter to Pei Di from my cabin in Wangchuan, an English poem in the sixth grade of primary school.
Wang Wei
The mountains are getting cold and melancholy now.
Autumn waters flowed all day.
By my thatched door, leaning on my cane,
I listen to cicadas in the evening breeze.
Sunset lingers at the ferry,
Smoke wafted from the house at midnight.
... oh, when will I swear to the great hermit again
Sing a wild poem under five willows?
A letter to Pei Di from my cabin in Wangchuan.
Wang Wei
The mountain is cold and blue now, and the autumn water has flowed for a day.
At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze.
Sunset lingers at the ferry, and the smoke from supper rises from the house.
Oh, when will I make a wish to the great hermit again and sing a wild poem under five willows? .
English Poetry of Grade 6 in Primary School 3: A Temple Fragment Towards Healing
Wang Wei
Don't know the way to xiangji temple,
I wander under the mountain clouds for miles.
Through the ancient forest without human footprints;
But now I hear the bell on high.
The stream sings on the winding rocks,
The pine eased the sunshine. ....
At dusk, near an empty pool,
Thought can conquer passion-dragon.
Through the temple of Ji Xiang.
Wang Wei
I don't know where Ji Xiang Temple is, so I climbed several miles into the clouds and peaks.
Ancient trees are towering, but there are no pedestrian paths, and there are bells in the mountains in the temple.
The spring water in the mountains hits the dangerous rocks, and the sun in the pine forest is cold.
In the evening, come to the empty pool and meditate quietly to suppress the dragon.
English Poetry 4 of Grade 6 in Primary School A Letter to Li, Commissioner of Zizhou.
Wang Wei
Thousands of trees reach the sky;
On a thousand peaks, cuckoos are singing;
After a night in Shan Yu,
There are hundreds of silky waterfalls from each peak.
... if girls are asked about the fibers they weave as a tribute,
Or farmers argue over taro fields,
Preside wisely like Wen Weng. ....
Does fame belong only to the ancients?
Letter to Li, Special Commissioner of Zizhou
Wang Wei
Towering mountains, towering trees, cuckoo singing in the depths of Qian Shan.
The spring rain in the mountains has not stopped all night, and the trees on the treetops are spring.
Han women work hard to weave taxes, while Ba people rarely compete for fields.
I hope you will carry forward Wen Weng's achievements, make persistent efforts and forge ahead.
English poetry in the sixth grade of primary school: 5 vice-preference for answering questions
Wang Wei
As the years go by, please give me peace.
Freedom of empty streets is very important.
I ask myself, always answer:
What could be better than going home?
The wind of pine trees blows my belt,
My lute is bright because of the moon and mountains.
You ask me good or bad luck? ....
Listen, there is a fisherman singing on the lake!
Answer deputy magistrate Zhang
Wang Wei
With the passage of time, please give me peace and get rid of all kinds of things.
I think that there is no brilliant strategy to serve the country, only to retire to the mountains and forests.
Wide wind, the wind in the shade, the moon shining on the right to play the piano.
To know the truth about the poor, please listen to the fishing songs in the deep water.