It is a birch in the first volume of the sixth grade of Chinese published by People's Education Press. If it is the sun, it is seven units. Another modern poem and an ancient poem, shorter.

Ancient poems:

They are all Du Fu. . . Two songs = =, (I'm in grade six, so are you? )

Two Poems of Zhang Seclusion

Chunshan asked for help without a companion.

Logging Dingding Mountain is more hidden.

The canyon is cold and snowy,

Shimen arrived in Qiu Lin on an oblique day.

Not greedy for gold and silver at night,

I swam to the elk in the distance.

Lost in the source,

Doubt about you is an empty ship.

Drink the songs of the Eight Immortals

Riding a horse is like riding a boat.

Dizzy, fell into the well and slept underwater.

Ruyang's three fights began in the sky,

The road drools at the corner of the car.

I wish I could not move the capital to Jiuquan.

It takes thousands of dollars for Zuo Xiang to get rich.

Drinking like a whale,

The musical saint in the cup is called avoiding sages.

A handsome and beautiful boy,

Look at the sky with white eyes,

As bright as Yushu before the wind.

Embroidered Buddha for a long time before Su Jinzhai,

When you are drunk, you often love to escape Zen.

Li Bai has a hundred poems,

Go to sleep in a restaurant in Chang 'an,

When the emperor called, he didn't get on the boat.

Call myself Brewmaster.

Three cups of grass in Zhang Xu,

Before you take off your hat and show your head,

Waving paper like a cloud.

Five buckets of rice with scorched ears are outstanding,

Talk about the four feasts of male discrimination and surprise.

Modern poetry:

These are two poems by Zhang Mudi.

silent

Silence is the sound of snow falling on the roof.

This is the sound of the morning light penetrating the clouds.

This is the sound of ivy climbing over the fence

This is the sound of eye collision.

Silence is the sound of candlelight going out.

It is the sound of tears flowing through the corners of the mouth.

It's the voice of a child growing taller.

It's the sound of forehead wrinkles deepening.

Silence is the sound of ants moving.

It's the sound of the moon walking.

This is the sound of morning glory playing.

It's the voice calling a name in my heart.

Silence is lightness around me.

I am the silent wave.

PS: If it's too long, I'll have a short one. )

be terribly/emotionally upset

Suddenly, it's like looking out the window.

One cloud, two clouds, three clouds.

pass by

In the clarity of the wind

There's a little subtlety hidden.

To whom?

With the disappearance of autumn

Not just fallen leaves

Also, reed grass with finger-like temperament

There are fewer pedestrians in the past.

The street suddenly widened.

Like a wasteland inside me.

Suddenly, I remembered my friend.

One,Two,Three

Lightning struck me.

(One more, also from Zhang Mudi-,,,not bad. )

Write until twelve o'clock

Write until twelve o'clock

The lights are off.

Darkness opened its eyes.

All the sounds were blown away by the wind.

Cold clings to a place.

Live warmly at sub-zero temperatures.

Its violence

Let me say.

A little cringe

A cat on the tin roof

Move vaguely, like cotton

Wipe the night

The train passes through the tunnel of time and space.

Air tremor

Birds don't crow, a common word is Meng.

Track the rumbling sound

Part by part

I got rid of the darkness inside.

O(∩_∩)O~