The mid-term exam is coming soon. Do you have any classic poems that can be used in the exam?

Homesick poem: I can finally send my emissary? Geese, return to Luoyang. Yellow crane tower: but I look at my hometown, and the twilight is getting thicker? The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy. Silent night thinking: Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. Qiu Si in Tianjin Sand: When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. Seeing friends off at Jingmen Ferry: the bright moon is like a mirror, and the sea clouds are like a palace. The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles. Fisherman's Pride Qiu Si: A glass of turbid wine made Wan Li feel at home, but Ran Yan didn't lose his mind. Night berth on Jiande River: When my boat was sailing in the fog, the sun was fading and the old memories began. The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon. Boarding in Guazhou: The spring breeze in Jiang Nanan is green. When will the bright moon shine on me? "Be good and go early": In the morning, the priests began to be recruited, and the guests went to mourn their hometown ... Because of my dream, the goose returned to the pond. [Miss Rainy Night's Note to Friends in the North]: When I cut candles at the west window, I talked about the rain at night. "Water Tune": May people live for a long time, and thousands of miles are beautiful. On holiday in the mountains, I think of my brothers in Shandong: Being in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice every holiday. ] Denggao poem "Looking at the Sea": A trip to the sun and the moon, if you are out of it; Han is a talented star, if you take him by surprise. Wang Yue: When you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that all the other mountains look short under the sky ... Climb up the cheekbone aviary: But you can broaden your vision for 300 miles as long as you go up a flight of stairs. Reaching the Peak: I am not afraid of clouds covering my eyes, I am at the highest level. Looking at the south of the Yangtze River: After all, Qian Fan is nothing, and the sky is full of clouds. Yellow Crane Tower: Every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water, and Parrot Island is a nest of herbs. But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker. The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy. On holiday in the mountains, I think of my brothers in Shandong: Being in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice every holiday. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. Overlooking the Han River: This river crosses the world, and the colors of the mountains there are right and wrong. Youzhou Tower: Where was the past before me? Behind me, where are the future generations? . Only the boundless universe, boundless, can't stop the tears full of sadness. Meet Huan: there is nothing to say when you go to the west building alone, and the moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn. Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. It's not just the general taste. Uncle Yun, Xie Lou, Xuanzhou, sent a farewell book to the school: Aim at the bright moon in the sky. Climbing the stairs: flowers, as high as my window, hurt the heart of a wanderer, because I see from this height that sadness is everywhere. A message from Dongting Lake to Premier Zhang of the State Council is that the mist of Yunmeng Valley hangs over Yueyang City. Poem "Spring Tour in Qiantang": A few early warblers compete to warm the trees, whose new swallow pecks at the spring mud. Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. Liu Yong: Jasper is dressed as a tree with 10,000 green silk tapestries. I wonder who cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. Dawn of spring: In the spring morning, I wake up easily, surrounded by birds singing. How many flowers fall after a stormy night. "quatrains": two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night: Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. "It's not worth going to the garden": Spring can't close the garden, and an apricot will go out of the wall. Looking for Flowers Alone by the Riverside: In Liulian Opera, butterflies dance from time to time, and charming Yinger just crows. Memory of Jiangnan: The river is as red as fire at sunrise and as green as blue in spring.