Fifth grade ancient poetry

The ancient poem of grade five is:

1, idyllic.

Fan Song Chengda

During the day, weeding in the fields and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, the men and women in the village took on all the housework.

Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.

Weeding in the fields during the day and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, both men and women in the village have their own household affairs. Although the children can't plow and weave, they have learned to grow melons in the shade of mulberry trees.

2. At Helen's cabin

Don Wang Zhihuan

The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.

By going up one flight of stairs, look further.

The setting sun slowly sinks beside the western hills, and the surging Yellow River rushes to the East China Sea. If you want to see the scenery of Wan Li, you must climb a higher tower.

3. "Spring Dawn"

Tang Meng Hao ran

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

But now I remember that night, that storm, I wonder how many flowers were broken?

In spring, it was dawn before I knew it. It was the chirping of birds that disturbed my sleep. It rained and rained last night. How many beautiful spring flowers have been blown down?

4. "Poems inscribed on a beautiful map"

Wang Yuan cotton

There are trees in my home next to Xiyan Lake, which are blooming with faint ink marks.

Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun.

There is a plum tree in Xiyan Lake near my home. Plum blossoms in full bloom seem to be stained with a touch of ink. It doesn't need others to praise how beautiful the color is, just need to diffuse the fragrance between heaven and earth.

5. "Liu Yong"

Tang 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 soft willow branches hang down like ten thousand green ribbons fluttering gently. Whose skillful hand cut off this thin young leaf? It turned out to be the warm spring breeze in February. It's like a pair of clever scissors.