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Ancient poems in kindergarten small classes

The ancient poetry in kindergarten includes Grass, Painting, Sleeping in Jiande, Xiao Chun and Heron Villa.

First of all, the endless grass on the plain comes and goes with each season. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. -Tang Bai Juyi's Grass

The Yuan Ye is covered with lush grass, which turns yellow in autumn and winter every year and thickens in spring. Wildfire can't burn all the weeds on the ground. When the spring breeze blows, the earth turns green.

Second, look at the mountains from a distance and listen to the sound of water silently. Spring has passed, but there are still many flowers and flowers. People go nearby, but the birds are still not disturbed. -Wei's paintings

The mountain looks bright from a distance, but when you get closer, you can't hear the sound of water. Spring has passed, but there are still many flowers and plants, people are approaching, but birds are still not disturbed.

Thirdly, when my boat was sailing in the fog, the sun faded and old memories began. The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon. -Tang Meng Haoran's "Sleeping in Jiande River"

When the ship was moored beside the smoky sandbar, new worries came to the guests at dusk. The distant sky in the wilderness is lower than the nearby Woods, the river is clear, and the moon seems to be closer to people.

Fourth, in the spring morning, I wake up easily, and birds are singing everywhere. How many flowers fall after a stormy night. -Don Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"

In spring, it is dawn before you know it, and birds can be heard everywhere. Looking back at the sound of wind and rain last night, I don't know how many beautiful spring flowers have been blown down.

Verb (abbreviation of verb) The mountain covers the day, and the sea sheds the golden river. Make further progress —— Reading the Heron House by Don Wang Zhihuan

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.