(A) the ancient poetry class
Wang Yue (Du) The grandeur of Mount Tai! ? Out of Qilu, green peaks can still be seen. The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north. Layers of white clouds, cleaning the gully on the chest; The flat bird flew into the eye socket. Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.
Wang Chun (Du Tang Fu) a leopard cannot change his spots, but his spots are covered with grass and trees. Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
Shi Hao officials (Du) plunged into the village at dusk, and some officials arrested people at night. The old man climbed over the wall and left, while the old woman went out to watch. Why are officials angry? Why do women cry? Before listening to his wife's speech: three men are guarding Yecheng. One man attached a book, and two men died. Those who drag out an ignoble existence are dead! There is no one in the room, only a baby and a grandson. And grandma didn't go, and there was no skirt in and out. Although the old woman is physically weak, please come back at night and be anxious to prepare for cooking in the morning. The night is long and silent, like crying and choking. Dawn will rise into the future, leaving the old man alone.
Guiyuantianju (3) (Tao Yuanming's Eastern Jin Dynasty) Planting beans at the foot of Nanshan, the grass is covered with bean seedlings. Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night. The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes. It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.
Take a bike to the fortress (King) to ask about it. It is a country that has lived for a long time. Pengpeng also floated out of Korea, and the geese heading north also flew into the sky. The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen. When I arrived at the small pass, I met a spy waiting for the knight and told me that Dou Hu was in Yan.
Seeing a friend off at Jingmen Ferry (Li Baitang) sailed from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with people in the south. At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness. The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces. The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.
Don't laugh at the farmers for their muddy wine, and raise enough chickens and dolphins in good years. There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay. The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply. In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane.
(B) Extracurricular ancient poetry
Sunflowers in the Qingqing Garden of Changgexing (Han Yuefu) are basking in the sun. Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity. I am always afraid that when the cold autumn comes, the trees in Ye Er will turn yellow and the grass will wither. The river runs to the sea, and when will it return to the west? A lazy youth, a lousy age.
Wang Ye (Wang Jitang) looks at Gao Dong at dusk, and he wants to rely on it. Trees are all autumn colors, and mountains are only sparkling. The shepherd brought the calf back, hunted horses and brought birds back. Care for no acquaintances, Long song pregnant with Cai Wei.
There was Huai River in the early cold (Meng Haoran Tang), and the cold water brought a wind from the north. My home is wandering by the river, and the sea of clouds is far away. Tears of homesickness in the journey, see the back of the sail on the horizon. The smoke in the wind blurs where the ferry can be, and the vast river ripples in the sunset.
Letter from Dongting Lake to Premier Zhang (Meng Haoran Tang) The lake in August here is an air with heaven. Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang. I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age. Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish.
Yellow Crane Tower (Cui Hao Soup) A long time ago, a yellow crane carried a saint to heaven. Now there is nothing left but the Yellow Crane Tower. The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years. Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass. But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker. The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy.
Send a friend (Li Bai Tang) North Mountain Blue Line, East Water White Song. Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away. Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic. With a wave of his hand, he will be separated from now on, and his friend on horseback will carry him on a long journey, blowing a long wind, as if reluctant to leave.
Autumn Ci (Liu Yuxi Tang) has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn wins spring. There is no one in the clear sky in Wan Li, and a crane, Ling Yunfei, has aroused my meditation on the blue sky.
Lushan Mountain Tour (Mei in the Northern Song Dynasty) is full of wild feelings, while Qian Shan is high and low. Along the way, the mountain range in front of me is constantly changing, and a person is immersed in the winding and deep wild road, but forgets where to go. The sun rises, the snow melts, the mountains look more silent and empty, the silly bear is slowly climbing the tree, and the deer is leisurely sipping the stream. Where is he? There are chickens outside the cloud.
Huanxisha (Su Shi's Northern Song Dynasty), the orchid buds under the orchid are short-dipped in the stream, and the sand road between the pines is clean and mud-free, and the rain is falling at dusk. Who says life can't go back to adolescence? The water in front of the door can also flow west! Don't bemoan the passage of old age!
1 1 4th of the month, it was a storm (Lu You Southern Song Dynasty). I was lying in a remote village and didn't feel sorry for myself. I still want to defend my country. The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield.
Hope to adopt! ! !
2. People's Education Edition must recite ancient poems in the eighth grade 1, Luoqiao (Tang), Meng Jiao, Tianjin Bridge, the beginning of the ice, Luoyang, a stranger; Yuliu Qingxi is idle, and the snow in Songshan Mountain can be seen directly in the moonlight.
2. Send Du Fourteen Jiangnan (Tang) Meng Haoran with water as his hometown, and you are going to Chunjiang. Where do the sails anchor at sunset? As far as the horizon is concerned, it breaks people's intestines.
3. Book Anger (Song) Lu You swam across Lingdingyang at an early age, knowing that the world was difficult and the Central Plains looked at Beiyue. It snowed all night in the building, and the autumn wind dispersed in the iron horse.
Stuck on the Great Wall and make an empty promise, the sideburns in the mirror have long faded. When you debut, you can say your real name, but you can't fight for a thousand years.
4. After Wen Tianxiang fought hard in Ding Yang (Song Dynasty), there were few stars who participated in the war. The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs.
The beach of fear says fear, and there is a sigh in the ocean. Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a heart that shines through history.
5, the play is a six-character quatrain (the second song) (Tang) Du was a person at that time, frivolous for the text. After the life of your generation has all turned to dust, nothing will hurt the torrent flowing to the endless river.
6, reading (2) (Song) Zhu was born on the riverside last night, and the ship was light. It used to take a lot of effort to push it, but today it can move in the middle of water.
7. Give someone special treatment in Yishui (Tang Dynasty). King Robin bid farewell to yan dan here, and a strong man won the championship. No one was there at that time, and the water is still cold today.
8. A suggestion for my friend Liu (Tang) Bai Juyi's newly fermented wine, there is a red commotion in the quiet stove. With dusk and snow coming, how about a glass of wine? 9. Stepping out of Xiamenxing (Golden) Cao Cao's tortoise has a long life, but there is still time.
The snake rides the fog and eventually turns to dust. An old horse crouches, aiming at a thousand miles.
The martyrs were full of courage in their later years. Surplus and contraction periods are not just in the sky.
Blessings that nourish grace can last forever. I am glad to use this poem to express my inner desire.
10, gu tong (song) Wang Anshi was born with a secret nature, and he was a hundred miles high. Ling Xiao is indomitable, humble and polite.
Old roots are strong, and the sun is more cloudy. Think about it tomorrow. I want to play the banjo.
1 1. After the Song and Yuan Dynasties, Yang Wanli, the morning cooking paint shop (Song Dynasty), had no difficulty in going down the mountain, which won the favor of pedestrians. When you enter the circle of high mountains, as soon as you climb one mountain, another mountain will stop you immediately.
12, Tou (Song Dynasty), Su Shunqin Spring Shade, where there are lush weeds, sometimes beautiful flowers and a splendid tree. At night, under the lonely boat ancient temple, Sichuan is full of wind and rain.
13, hunting (Tang Dynasty) Wang Weiqiang's horn bow, general hunting the Acropolis. The grass is yellow in autumn, and the eagle eye is sharper; When the ice and snow melt, the horseshoe is extraordinarily brisk.
It has passed Xinfeng City in a blink of an eye and soon returned to sunny Liu Ying. Looking back at the eagle wilderness, thousands of twilight clouds spread to the horizon.
14, Memories of Spring Li Bai (Tang) Du Fu's poems are invincible and full of thoughts. Li Bai's poems are the fresh wind of Yu Xin's poems and the backbone of Jun Zai's works.
Now, I am alone on the spring tree in Weibei, and you are on each side of the sun, sunset and sky in the southeast, and you can only miss. When can we have another drink and discuss our poems?
15 Farewell to the governor's post in Shu (Tang), and across the wall of Sanqin and a layer of fog, five rivers merged into one. We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.
After all, the world is just a small place. Why are you wandering at the fork in the road? The child is holding a towel.
16, two lotus picking songs (Part II) (Tang) Wang Changling's lotus leaf skirt is cut in monochrome, and the hibiscus opens to both sides of the face. Lotus is mixed in the lotus pond, and it is difficult to recognize the lotus pond. Only when you hear the song do you know that someone is picking lotus in the pond-picking lotus.
-It's eight o'clock. Well, I can't remember the songs on the eighth. Are they these songs? Du Fu is in Fuzhou on a moonlit night. She is watching the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room.
For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is. Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight.
When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? . A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night, Li Shangyin asked about the untimely return date, and the rain rose to Qiuchi in the evening.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night. 1 1 On the 4th of the month, it was stormy, and Lu You was lying in a remote village without feeling sorry for himself. He still wants to defend the country.
Lying in the middle of the night listening to the rain, iron horse glacier dream. Xia Wanchun has been attracting tourists for three years, and today it is the highest in the South.
There are endless tears, who says the world is wide? I already know the way to another spring, and I am really worried when I think of saying goodbye to my hometown.
On the day when the ghost man and soul are waiting to return, the spirit wants to see their homeland. I heard that Wang Changling moved from the left to Longbiao Kiln, and this just sent Li Bai and Huayang, fell into the sub-rules, and Wendaolong crossed the Five Creeks Pass.
I entrust my sad thoughts to the moon, hoping to accompany you to the west of Yelang. Hengtang Fan Chengda Nanpu Spring comes to a Bijiang River, and the stone bridge Zhuta is still two.
Every year, on the cross road, in the drizzle, long-distance ships are on the shore of An Shu. See your friend Li Bai off at Jingmen Ferry, and sail from Jingmen Ferry. Soon you will be with people in the south.
At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness. The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces.
The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles. After all, the scenery of the West Lake in mid-June is different from that at four o'clock.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. Watching Wen wash and dress in Jiangnan, leaning against Wangjiang Tower alone.
Thousands of ships passed by, and no one expected to appear. The heartbroken Bai Pingzhou dreamed of Huangfusong in the south of the Yangtze River, with a dark red banana on the screen.
Dreaming about plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, and playing flute and rain at night. At the People's Postal Bridge.
There is a short canopy under the shadow of ancient trees in Zhinan, and a cane helps me cross the east of the bridge. The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold.
Returning to the garden, Tao Yuanming planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the grass was covered with bean seedlings. Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.
The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes. It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.
Plum Blossoms Wang Anshi counted the plum blossoms in the corner, and hanling opened them alone. I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
Liu Yuxi, a poet of Zhuzhi Ci, heard singing on the Langjiang River in Jiang Shuiping. Rain in the east, sunrise in the east, said it was not sunny, but it was still sunny.
Fengle Pavilion Youchun Ouyang Xiu Mangroves are sloping with green hills, and the grass in the long suburbs is boundless. Someone walked in front of the pavilion regardless of spring.
All the long sentences in the first volume of ancient poems in grade 3.8.
establishment and reign of a kingdom
Hanjiang's early pregnancy.
Looking at Dongting Lake from afar —— addressed to Premier Zhang
Yellow Crane Tower
Send a friend away
Autumn ci
Lushan line
Huanxisha
1 1 April 4th, it was stormy.
Long song line/long song line
The trees in the garden are lush, and the crystal dew rises in the sun.
Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity.
I am always afraid that when the cold autumn comes, the trees in Ye Er will turn yellow and the grass will wither.
The river runs to the sea, and when will it return to the west?
A lazy youth, a lousy age.
Wang Ji's fantasy
Looking at the dusk in Gaodong, I want to rely on it.
Trees are all autumn colors, and mountains are only sparkling.
The shepherd brought the calf back, hunted horses and brought birds back.
Care for no acquaintances, Long song pregnant with Cai Wei.
Meng Haoran: I was pregnant with Leng Jiang early.
The south is a wilderness, because leaves are falling, and the wind from the north makes the water cold.
My home is wandering by the river, and the sea of clouds is far away.
Tears of homesickness in the journey, see the back of the sail on the horizon.
The smoke in the wind blurs where the ferry can be, and the vast river ripples in the sunset.
Looking at Dongting Lake from afar —— addressed to Premier Zhang
The autumn water rises and almost blends with the shore, mixing water and sky with the sky.
Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang.
I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age.
Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish.
Yellow Crane Tower
Don Cui Hao
The fairy of the past has flown away by the yellow crane, leaving only an empty Yellow Crane Tower.
The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years.
Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass.
But I looked at my hometown, and the twilight was getting thicker, and the mist of sadness was filled on the river waves.
Send a friend away
Tang-Li Bai
There is a blue mountain line north of the Great Wall.
To the east of the city is a white waterline.
Here you must leave me and drift away,
Like loose grass hundreds of miles away.
I will think of you in the clouds,
So think of me in the sunset.
We waved goodbye,
My horse brays again and again.
Liu Yuxi's Autumn Poems
Since ancient times, every autumn has been sad and lonely.
I say autumn is better than spring tide.
In the clear sky, a crane is walking among the clouds.
It brought poetry to Bixiao.
Lushan line
mei yao chen
In the early morning, the rolling Lushan Mountain, with thousands of peaks competing and beautiful, is spectacular, which just caters to my interest in natural scenery.
Along the way, the mountain range in front of me is constantly changing, and a person is immersed in the winding and deep wild road, but forgets where to go.
The sun rises, the snow melts, the mountains look more silent and empty, the silly bear is slowly climbing the tree, and the deer is leisurely sipping the stream.
I'm nothing but a chicken outside the cloud.
Huanxisha
Su Shi
Play Qingquan Temple in Qishui, next to the temple is Lanxi, and the stream flows west.
Under the mountain, the blue buds are short immersed in the stream, and the sand road between the pines is clean and mud-free. At dusk, the rain is whispering.
Who says there is no shortage of life, and the running water in front of the door can still move westward? Don't bemoan the passage of old age!
1 1 April 4th, it was stormy.
Lu you
I lay sprawled in my lonely country, not feeling sad about my situation, but thinking about defending the frontier of the country.
Lying at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream.
7. All the ancient poems of Grade 8 1. Look at the sea (Three Kingdoms Cao Cao)
On the east coast, climb Jieshi Mountain to see the vast sea. The sea is so vast that the islands stand high on the sea. Trees and paraquat are very lush. Autumn wind makes trees make sad sounds, and the sea is surging.
The movement of the sun and the moon seems to come from the vast ocean. A trip to the sun and the moon, if unexpected; Han is a talented star, if you take him by surprise.
I am glad to use this poem to express my inner desire.
2. A berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain (Tangwangwan)
Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. Finally, I can send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang.
3. Qiantang Lake Spring Tour (Tang Bai Juyi)
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake. Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
4. Xijiangyue (Xin Qiji in Southern Song Dynasty)
The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance.
In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge.
5. The whole eighth grade poem "Picking Wei"-The Book of Songs is gone, and the willows are reluctant.
The road is muddy and difficult to walk, and people are thirsty and hungry. The road is muddy, hungry and thirsty.
I was sad in my heart, but I didn't know that what I was sad about was the Fifteenth Conscription, the fifteenth conscription of Yuefu poetry, and I didn't return until I was eighty years old. Everyone in the village, who is at home? From a distance, that's your home, where there are many pines and cypresses.
Rabbits enter from the dog's sinus and pheasants fly from the beam. In the atrium, Green Valley was born, and in the well, Lv Kui was born.
Grains are used as rice, and sunflower is used as soup. I don't know who it is. Going out and looking east, tears fell on my clothes.
"Farewell"-the nameless willow hangs on the ground and the flowers fly on the sky. The wicker broke and the flowers flew away. I wonder if pedestrians will come back.
Qingpingle Village-Xin Qiji's eaves are low and small, and the streams are covered with green grass. Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it? The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages.
I like children and scoundrels best, lying on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers. Emperor-Wang Pan trumpet, suona, minor and big cavity.
The official ship is in chaos, and the price increase depends on you. The army listens to the army's sorrow, and the people listen to the people's fear. Where can I tell the true from the false? What I saw blew this house down and hurt that one. Let's blow the water away.
The sunflowers in the green garden of Yuefu Poetry are exposed to the sun. In spring, Budzer makes everything shine. I am always afraid that when the cold autumn comes, the trees in Ye Er will turn yellow and the grass will wither.
A hundred rivers go east to the sea, when will they return to the west? A lazy youth, a lousy age.
A letter from Dongting Lake to Premier Zhang-Meng Haoran, where the lake in August and heaven are an air. Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang.
I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age. Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish.
Autumn night in the mountains-Wang Wei, an empty mountain after the rain, stands in the autumn night. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
The Fisherman's Pride —— Li Qingzhao left Qiu Lai with a strange scenery, and Hengyang geese left inadvertently. Around, the sound of the horn sounded, thousands of miles away, and the long smoke closed.
A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. The pipe strength is covered with frost.
People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears. Sauvignon Blanc-Nalanxingde Mountain is a journey, and water is a journey. I'm going to Guan Yu, and I have a thousand lights at night.
When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden. Answer over.
The ancient poems of grade 6.8 are all in the first volume.
Changgehang (HanYueFu)
Wang Ye (Wang Ji)
There is a bosom on the early cold river (Meng Haoran)
Message from Dongting Lake to Premier Zhang (Meng Haoran)
Yellow Crane Tower (Cui Hao)
Send a friend (Li Bai)
Autumn Ci (Liu Yuxi)
Lushan Tourism (Mei)
Huanxisha (Su Shi)
1 1 4/month (land tour)
The last of two or three volumes.
To my brother (2) Liu Zhen.
Say goodbye to the viceroy and go to Bo for his post.
Chen Ziang, on the tower of Youzhou.
My retreat in Zhongnanshan
Farewell Minister Shu Yun of Xie Tiao Villa in Xuanzhou.
In early spring, he became Han Yu of the Ministry of Water Resources.
Untitled Li shangyin
Meet in
Deng Fei Laifeng Wang Anshi
Su Mu covered Fan Zhongyan.
What is the first volume of China Ancient Poems in Grade 7.8 1 and Wang Ji?
Looking at the dusk in Gaodong, I want to rely on it.
Trees are all autumn colors, and mountains are only sparkling.
The shepherd brought the calf back, hunted horses and brought birds back.
Care for no acquaintances, Long song pregnant with Cai Wei.
At dusk, I stood at the entrance of Gaodong village and looked down, wandering without any thoughts in my heart. Every tree is yellow, only hills and mountains are shining. Cattle-herding children ride their calves home, and hunters ride back their prey. I was depressed when I saw that these people didn't know each other, so I sang the song "Picking Wei" in the Book of Songs.
2. Yellow Crane Tower? Cui Hao?
The fairy of the past has flown away by the yellow crane, leaving only an empty Yellow Crane Tower.
The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years.
Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass.
But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker. The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy.
The legendary fairy flew over the Yellow Crane early, leaving only an empty Yellow Crane Tower here. The yellow crane flew away and never came back. For thousands of years, only white clouds floated alone. Climb the Yellow Crane Tower and overlook it. But the trees around Qingchuan Pavilion, Jiang River and Hanyang in Hanyang are particularly distinct, and the grass on Nautilus Island grows thick and thick. I don't know where my hometown is at dusk I saw the misty waves on the river, which made me feel homesick.
3. "successful summit"? Wang Wei?
Riding a bike to visit the border and passing through Juyan County.
Pengpeng also floated out of Korea, and the geese heading north also flew into the sky.
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen.
When I arrived at the small pass, I met a spy waiting for the knight and told me that Dou Hu was in Yan.
A light bus never visits the border, and the place to go is far away from Juyan. Like a pine grass floating from Hans, like a wild goose flying in the northern sky. Lonely smoke rises in the desert, and the setting sun is round by the Yellow River. Xiao Guan met cavalry patrol, and the former enemy commander-in-chief was at the front.
4. seeing friends off at Jingmen Ferry? Li Bai?
Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners.
At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness.
The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces.
The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.
West Shu, outside Jianmen, went downstream and traveled eastward to the territory of Chu. Chongshan gradually disappeared with the appearance of wilderness, and the Yangtze River entered the wilderness and flowed slowly. The moon reflected on the river is like a flying mirror, and clouds form a mirage. I still cherish the water from my hometown and continue to float my boat in Wan Li.
5. Spring Tour of Qiantang Lake? Bai Juyi?
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake.
Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
Strolling by the west lake. Gushan Temple extends from the north to the west of Jiagongting. At high tide, the lake is just flush with the levee, and the white clouds overlap with the waves on the lake. A few early orioles scrambled to fly to the sunny tree. I don't know whose new swallow is nesting with spring mud in its mouth. Some colorful spring flowers (wild flowers) gradually fascinated people's eyes, and the shallow spring grass just covered the horseshoe. I like walking in the east of the West Lake and enjoying the beautiful scenery. If I don't appreciate it enough, I will go to see the charming broken bridge in Green Liu Xia.
8. What are the ancient poems of China in 8th grade and 8th grade?
1, Wang Yue
What a magnificent scenery Mount Tai is! Endless green spans Qilu and Qilu .. magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north. Layers of white clouds, cleaning the gully on the chest; The flat bird flew into the eye socket. Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.
2. Tang Du Fu's "Spring Hope"
Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested. Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
3. Tao Yuanming's Return to the Garden in the Eastern Jin Dynasty (3)
I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas. Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night. The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes. It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.
4. Wei's "Going to the East"
Riding a bike to visit the border and passing through Juyan County. Pengpeng also floated out of Korea, and the geese heading north also flew into the sky. The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen. When I arrived at the small pass, I met a spy waiting for the knight and told me that Dou Hu was in Yan.
5. Tang Libai bid farewell to his friends at Jingmen Ferry.
Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners. At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness. The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces. The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.
6. Song Chenyu-yi's "Climbing Yueyang Tower (I)"
Dongting East Jiangxi, the curtain is quiet and the sunset is late. Deng Wu and Shu divided the land horizontally and migrated the lakes and mountains to dusk. Wan Li road is still long, but it is more difficult than three years. In the ancient wind and frost, the old wood is infinitely sad.