Ancient poetry is the crystallization of the painstaking efforts of the literati inkers, learning ancient poetry can not only enjoy the beauty of the poems, but also feel the mood of the poet and improve our understanding of things.
Children reading poetry will let children plant the seeds of "poetic heart" in their hearts.
When you read poetry, great poets have become your friends, and the poet's great rivers, mountains, and quiet fields are all in front of you.
The accumulation of ancient poems by primary school students can not only improve their literary literacy, but also cultivate their children's aesthetic ability.
Here, we share a classic ancient poem every day, read ancient poems together, and become friends with poets!
Baby recitation
Ancient Poetry Recitation:
Ancient poems explained:
Silkworm woman
surname. Zhang Yu
Yesterday to the city,
Returning with tears in our eyes,
The one who is full of Roches,
Not a silkworm farmer.
[About the Author]
Zhang Yu (Zhang Yu in the History of the Song Dynasty), born and died in an unknown year, was a Northern Song Dynasty writer.
Translation:
A woman who lives in the countryside and makes a living by raising silkworms, went to the town yesterday to go to the market and sell silk, but when she came back, she was in tears, and her sad tears were soaked with hand towels, because she saw in the market that the people wearing silk satin all over their bodies were not silkworm farmers who worked hard like her!
The dry goods are coming!
We have opened a special session for the recitation of classic ancient poems, and we are soliciting small readers. Every day, a classic ancient poem is shared, and the title of tomorrow's ancient poem will be issued in advance.
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Overnight at The Mountain Temple
Tang Dynasty. Li bai
The dangerous building is 100 feet high,
Pick the stars by hand.
Don't dare to speak loudly,
Fear of frightening the heavenly people.
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