Tang poetry suitable for kindergarten small classes

First, it rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village. -Tomb-Sweeping Day by Don Mutu

During the Qingming Festival in the south of the Yangtze River, the drizzle drifted one after another, and all the passengers on the road were down and out. Ask the local people where to buy wine to relieve the hangover. The shepherd boy just smiled and pointed to the village deep in the apricot blossom.

Second, the cold rain entered Wu at night, and I saw Fujian alone. Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith! -Don Wang Changling's Lotus Inn and Xin Qiji

The cold rain spread all over Wudi River overnight, and even the hazy distant mountains looked lonely after seeing each other off in the morning. When I arrive in Luoyang, if my relatives and friends in Luoyang call me, please tell them that my heart is still as crystal clear and pure as ice in a jade pot.

Third, the old friend resigned from the West Yellow Crane Tower, and the fireworks went to Yangzhou in March. My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon. -Tang Li Bai's Yellow Crane Tower Meng Haoran's farewell on his way to Yangzhou

My friend said goodbye to me at the Yellow Crane Tower, and went to Yangzhou for a long trip in the spring of March when catkins were like smoke and flowers were like flowers. The shadow of the solitary sail gradually disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only to see the rolling Yangtze River heading for the sky.

Four, Jasper makeup into a tree height, ten thousand hanging moss tapestry. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. -"Singing Willow" by Tang He Zhang Zhi

Tall willows are covered with new green leaves, and drooping willows are fluttering gently like thousands of green ribbons. I don't know who cut this thin willow leaf like magic scissors, and that is the spring breeze in February.

Verb (abbreviation of verb) There are no birds in a hundred mountains, and there are no footprints in a thousand paths. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. -Liu Tang Zongyuan's Jiang Xue.

On all the mountains, birds are gone, and on all the roads, there are no traces of people. On a lonely boat on the river, an old man in a bamboo hat was fishing alone on the cold river covered with heavy snow.