The ancient poems for the spring of third grade are as follows:
1. "Ode to the Willows". The jasper is as high as a tree, and there are 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.
2. "Send Yuan Er Envoy to Anxi". The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willow-colored. I advise you to drink a glass of wine and leave Yangguan in the west without any old friends.
3. "Send Meng Haoran to Guangling from Yellow Crane Tower". The old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks descended from Yangzhou in March. The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky.
4. "Quatrains". Two orioles sang in the green willows, and a row of egrets climbed into the sky. The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in the Xiling Mountains, and the door is docked with ships thousands of miles away from Dongwu.
5. "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River". In front of the Huangshi Pagoda, the river is east, and the spring light is lazy and relying on the breeze. Peach blossoms bloom in clusters without owners, lovely deep red and light red.
6. "Spring Night Happy Rain". Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire. Look at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city.
7. "Yu Gezi". In front of Xisai Mountain, egrets fly, and peach blossoms flow into the flowing water, where mandarin fish and mandarin fish are fat. Green bamboo hat, green coir raincoat, slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return.
8. "Chuzhou West Stream". The lonely grass grows beside the stream, and there are orioles singing in the deep trees. The spring tide brings rain in a hurry, and there is no boat crossing the wild crossing.
9. "Bamboo Branch Ci" (choose one). The willows are green and the river is level, and I can hear the singing on the Langjiang River. The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. There is no sunshine but there is sunshine.
10. "Wo Yi Lane". There are wild grasses and flowers beside Zhuque Bridge, and the sun sets at the entrance of Wuyi Alley. In the old days, the swallows in front of Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people.
11. "Farewell with Ancient Grass." The grass on the original plain grows brighter and wither every year. Wildfires never burn out, but spring breezes blow them again. The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green meets the deserted city. I also sent the king and grandson away, full of love.
12. "Peach Blossoms in Dalin Temple". The beauty of April in the world is gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom. Everlasting regret has no place to return to in spring, and I don’t know where to turn.
13. "Remembering Jiangnan". Jiangnan is great, and I have been familiar with the scenery for a long time: at sunrise, the flowers on the river are redder than fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue. How can we not remember Jiangnan?
14. "Inscribed on Nanzhuang of the Capital City". Last year, today, in this door, the faces of people and peach blossoms reflected each other's red. The human face has gone nowhere, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.
15. "Qingming". It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road feel like they are dying. May I ask where the restaurant is? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance.