Kindergarten large class poems, kindergarten small class ancient poems

Every kindergarten should be different, go to other pages and look for them, there should be a lot of them. Classical poetry can be taught a little more. Cultivate rhythmic beauty.

The ancient poems of the kindergarten class include: "Grass", "Painting", "Sujian Dejiang", "Spring Dawn", "Climbing the Stork Tower" and so on.

First, the grass on the plain, one year old and one withered. Wildfires burn inexhaustibly, and spring breezes blow and regenerate. - Don Bai Juyi, "Grass".

Translation: The field is full of lush grass, and the grass is thick in autumn and winter and spring every year. Wildfires can't burn up the weeds all over the ground, and the spring breeze blows and the earth is green and fluffy.

Second, the mountains are colored from afar, and the water is silent up close. The flowers are still in spring, and the birds are not surprised. - Tang Wang Wei, "Painting".

Translation: From afar, you can see the bright colors of the mountains, but when you get closer, you can't hear the sound of water. Spring has passed, but there are still many flowers and plants competing for beauty, and people are approaching, but the birds are still not alarmed.

Third, move the boat to moor Yanzhu, and the sunset customers are sad and new. The wild sky is low and the trees are low, and Jiang Qingyue is close to people. - Don Meng Haoran, "Su Jian Dejiang".

Translation: Anchor the ship beside the smoky sandbar, and at dusk a new sorrow comes back to the guest's heart. The distant sky in the wilderness is lower than the nearby woods, and the clear water of the river and the clear moon seem to be more intimate with people.

Fourth, I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much. - Don Meng Haoran, "Spring Dawn".

Translation: In the spring, snooze before you know it, the sky is bright, and you can hear the chirping of birds everywhere. Thinking back to the gusts of wind and rain last night, I don't know how many delicate spring flowers have been blown down.

Fifth, the day is at the end of the mountain, and the Yellow River flows into the sea. If you want to be poor, go to the next level. - Tang Wang Zhilian, "Climbing the Stork's Tower".

Translation: The sunset slowly sinks against the mountains, and the surging Yellow River rushes towards the sea. If you want to see the scenery thousands of miles away, you have to climb to a higher castle tower.

It's good that you can learn ancient poems in kindergarten, which is conducive to promoting brain development.

"Song of the Goose".

Tang) Luo Bing Wang.

Goose, goose, goose, song to the sky.

The white hair floats in the green water, and the red anthurium plucks the clear waves.

Silent Night Thoughts" Tang) Li Bai.

The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.

Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown.

The Hermit Doesn't Meet".

Don) Jia Island.

Panasonic asked the boy, and the teacher went to collect medicine.

Only in this mountain, the clouds are deep and do not know where.

Wanglu Mountain Waterfall

Tang) Li Bai. The sunshine incense burner produces purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs in front of the river.

The flying stream went straight down to 3,000 feet, and it was suspected that the Milky Way had fallen for nine days.

Early White Emperor City".

Tang) Li Bai. Between the white emperor and the clouds, thousands of miles of Jiangling will be returned in one day.

The apes on both sides of the strait could not stop crying, and the light boat had already crossed the ten thousand mountains.

Quatrain" Tang) Du Fu.

Two yellow orioles are singing green willows, and a line of egrets is in the sky.

The window contains a thousand autumn snow in Xiling, and the door is berthed in the Dongwu Wanli ship.

Wandering Ziyin" Tang) Meng Jiao.

The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt.

Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late.

Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs.

Luo Bin Wang: (c. 638-684), the word sightseeing, Han nationality, a native of Yiwu, Wuzhou (now Yiwu, Zhejiang), a poet of the Tang Dynasty, together with Wang Bo, Yang Jiong, and Lu Zhaolin, is known as the "Four Masters of the Early Tang Dynasty". It is also known as "Fu Luo" with Fu Jiamo. He is bold and disciplined.

Li Bai: (701 762), the word Taibai, the name Qinglian monk, also known as the "Qi Xianren", is a great romantic poet of the Tang Dynasty, known as the "poet immortal" by later generations, and Du Fu and called "Li Du", in order to distinguish from the other two poets Li Shangyin and Du Mu, that is, "little Li Du", Du Fu and Li Bai are also called "big Li Du". He is hearty and generous, loves to drink and write poetry, and likes to make friends.

Jia Dao: (779-843), also known as Langxian, was a native of Fanyang (now Zhuozhou City, Hebei Province), and a poet of the Tang Dynasty in China. Jia Island is poor, once a monk, and has no legal name.

Jia Dao is a famous poet of the "Bitter Bard", and the famous allusion "scrutiny" comes from this person.

Du Fu: (712 770), Zimei, Han nationality, a native of Gongxian County, Henan Province (now Gongyi City, Zhengzhou, Henan) in the Tang Dynasty, self-named Shaoling Ye Lao, a great realist poet of the Tang Dynasty, and Li Bai were collectively called "Li Du". In order to distinguish it from the other two poets Li Shangyin and Du Mu, that is, "Little Li Du", Du Fu and Li Bai are also called "Big Li Du", and Du Fu is often called "Old Du".

Du Fu's influence on classical Chinese poetry is very far-reaching, and he is called the "poet saint" by later generations, and his poems are called "poetry history".

Meng Jiao: (751 814), a poet of the Tang Dynasty, whose name is Dongye, was a native of Wukang, Huzhou (now Deqing County, Zhejiang) in the Tang Dynasty, whose ancestral home was Pingchang (now Linyi County, Dezhou, Shandong), and lived in Luoyang (now Henan). There are more than 500 existing poems, most of which are short five-character ancient poems, and there is not a single rhythmic poem.

His attitude towards writing poems is extremely rigorous, often thinking hard, going into deep dangers, and even containing astringency, such as: "The Wanderer's Yin". Mengjiao is known as the "poet prisoner", and is as famous as Jia Island, and is known as "the suburban cold island is thin".

In the ninth year of Yuanhe, he died of illness in Ruxiang (now Lingbao, Henan).

1, "Song of the Goose" -- Luo Bing Wang Goose, goose, goose, song to the sky, white hair floating green water, red anthurium plucking clear waves.

2, "Yongliu" - He Zhizhang Jasper is made into a tree high, and ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down. I don't know who cut out the thin leaves? The spring breeze in February is like scissors.

3, "Climbing the Stork's Tower" -- Wang Zhilian The sun is at the end of the mountain, and the Yellow River flows into the sea. If you want to be poor, go to the next level.

4, "Spring Dawn" - Meng Haoran Spring sleep is not aware, and birds are heard everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much.

5, "Silent Night Thoughts" - Li Bai The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown.

6 "Wanglu Mountain Waterfall" - Li Bai The sunshine incense burner produces purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs in front of the river. The flying stream went straight down to 3,000 feet, and it was suspected that the Milky Way had fallen for nine days.

7, "Quatrain" - Du Fu Two yellow orioles sing green willows, and a line of egrets go to the sky. The window contains a thousand autumn snow in Xiling, and the door is berthed in the Dongwu Wanli ship.

8, "The Wanderer's Yin" - Meng Jiao's mother's hand is on the line, and the wanderer's shirt is on the top. Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late. Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs.

9, "Grass" -- Bai Juyi is separated from the grass on the plain, one year old and one withered. Wildfires burn inexhaustibly, and spring breezes blow and regenerate.

10, "Compassion for Nong" -- Li Shen On the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops fell into the soil. Who knows that Chinese food is hard work.

11, "Mountain Walk" - Du Mu Far up the cold mountain stone path slope, Baiyunsheng has a home. Parking sits in love with the maple forest in the evening, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

12, "Docking Guazhou" - Wang Anshi Jingkou Guazhou is a water, and Zhongshan is only separated by a few mountains. The spring breeze and the south bank of the Green River, when will the bright moon shine on me.

13, "Little Pond" - Yang Wanli The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the sunshine. The little lotus showed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly had already stood on its head.

14, "What I Saw" - Yuan Mei The shepherd boy rode a ox, and the song vibrated Lin Yue. The shepherd boy rode the ox, and the song vibrated the forest.

15, "Spring Day" - Zhu Xi Shengri seeks Fangsi waterfront, and the boundless scenery is new. Waiting for leisure to know the east wind side, thousands of purples and thousands of reds are always spring.

16, "Acacia" - Wang Wei Red beans are born in the south, and a few branches are sent in spring. May you pick more, this thing is the most lovely. 17 "Village Dwelling" - Gao Ding The grass warbler flies in the February sky, and the willows are drunk with green smoke on the embankment. The children returned early from school and were busy releasing paper kites in the east wind.

18, "September 9th Memories of Shandong Brothers" - Wang Wei is alone in a foreign land as a stranger, and he thinks of his relatives every festival. The remote knowledge brothers ascended to the heights, and there was one less person in the dogwood.

19, "Jiang Xue" - Liu Zongyuan Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear. Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow.

20, "Fengqiao Night Park" - Zhang Ji The moon falls and the sky is full of frost, and Jiang Feng is sleeping. Hanshan Temple outside the city of Gusu, the bell rings in the middle of the night to the passenger ship.