Small poems for 5th grade, modern poems for 5th grade

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.

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.

Silkworm woman] Zhang Yu.

Yesterday I entered the city and returned with tears in my eyes.

Those who are all over Luo Qi are not silkworm breeders.

Quatrain] Du Fu.

The river is more than white, and the mountains are blue and flowery.

This spring has seen and passed, and when is the return year?

Winter scene] Su Shi.

There is no rain cover for the lotus, and there are still proud frost branches in the chrysanthemum.

A good year must be remembered, the most orange, yellow, orange and green.

Shi'er] Land Tour.

The dead Yuan knows that everything is empty, but the sorrow is not the same as Kyushu.

Wang Shi set the Central Plains Day in the north, and the family sacrifice did not forget to tell Naiweng!

Summer quatrain] Li Qingzhao) is born as a hero, and death is also a ghost.

So far, I think of Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong.

Plum blossom] Wang Anshi).

There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens it alone.

I know that it is not snow, but there is a dark fragrance.

Leyouyuan] Li Shangyin).

Xiang was unwell at night and drove to the ancient plains.

The sunset is infinitely better, just near dusk.

Song Spain] Simenez.

Above is the song of birds, and below is the song of water.

From top to bottom opened my mind.

The water swayed the flowers, and the birds swayed the stars.

From top to bottom, it tugged at my heart.

Li Qingzhao "Like a Dream Order: Chang Ji Xi Pavilion Sunset".

Such as a dream, Chang Ji Xi Pavilion sunset, Li Qingzhao.

I often remember the twilight of the Creek Pavilion, and I don't know the way back. Returning to the boat at night, he strayed into the depths of the lotus flower. Fighting, fighting, startling a shoal of gulls and herons.

I often remember playing in the pavilion by the stream until the sun went down, and I was so drunk that I didn't know the way back. You Xing was satisfied, rowed back in the dark, and mistakenly rowed into the depths of the lotus. Rushing to row, rushing to row, alarming the waterfowl all flew up.

Moonlight in front of the window.

It is suspected to be frost on the ground.

Look up at the bright moon.

Bow your head and think of your hometown.

The modern poems for the fifth grade are as follows:1. The green treetops shone with golden light, and the square became an ocean! A group of barefoot children in the water, happy as fairies.

The little brother stepped on the water as hard as he could, splashing as high as he could. He shouted, "Sister, be careful, slippery!"

Saying that, I slipped and made a hand! He patted his watery muddy pants and said, "Oops—Oops!"

And his red and happy face radiated excitement and pride.

2. The green paper airplane plays the overture of spring, the spring poems are full of childhood diaries, the crystal water bubbles reflect the flowing stream, and the bright sun shines on the earth. Swallows fly to and fro in the sky, tadpoles listen to the whispers of the spring breeze, and small fish look up at the sky in the river grass and look at the paper airplanes in their dreams. Paper airplanes, green paper airplanes, I would like to follow you forever.

For the sake of freedom, you are not afraid of wind and rain. How beautiful the spring of paper airplanes is.

3. When I was a child, I always felt that I was far away from each other, until I burst into tears when I graduated. When I was a child, I always felt that parting was far away and burned in the air, until the infinite longing after my parents left. When I was a child, I always felt that the flower juice boy would not wither until the spider plant on the balcony floated leaves.

When I was a child, I always felt that the flowers would not wither, until my childhood gradually moved away. When I was a child, I always felt that time was infinite, until I saw a fallen leaf buried in the first skin in the dusk. When I was a child, I always felt that time was infinite, and it was only until the snow rendered the world.