What are the 75 ancient poems that primary school students must recite?

First of all, "at the heron hotel"

Tang 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 sunset slowly sinks along the mountain, and the surging Yellow River rushes to the sea. If you want to see the scenery thousands of miles away, you must climb a higher tower.

Second, "Wang Lushan Waterfall"

Tang Libai

The purple mist is illuminated by sunlight, and the waterfall hangs in front of the mountain.

On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth.

The incense burner peak is covered with purple mist under the sunlight. From a distance, the waterfall looks like white silk hanging in front of the mountain. There seem to be several waterfalls in thousands of feet on the high cliff, which makes people suspect that the Milky Way fell from the sky to the ground.

Third, "sleeping in a mountain temple"

Tang Libai

The tall buildings of the temple on the mountain are really high, like a hundred feet. People upstairs are like a hand that can pick off the stars in the sky.

Standing here, I dare not speak loudly for fear of disturbing the gods in the sky.

The temple on the mountain seems to be one hundred feet high. Standing on it seems that you can pick off the stars. Dare not speak loudly, for fear of disturbing the gods in the sky.

Fourth, "plum blossom"

Wang Song Anshi?

There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone.

I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.

There are some plum blossoms in the corner, blooming alone in the cold. I know from a distance that Bai Meihua is not snow, because there is a faint fragrance of plum blossoms.

Five, "quatrains"

Tang Dufu?

"Two orioles sing green willows, and egrets cover the sky."

My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.

Two orioles are singing among the green willows, and a line of egrets is flying straight into the blue sky. Sitting by the window, you can see the Millennium snow in Xiling, and ships from Dongwu, thousands of miles away, are parked in front of the door.