(1) Reciting ancient poems in class
(Cao Cao, Eastern Han Dynasty) Jieshi is in the east to see the sea. The sea is so broad and mighty, the island stands high on the sea. Trees and paraquat grass, very luxuriant, the autumn wind blowing trees out of the sad sound, the sea is surging huge waves. The operation of the sun and the moon seems to be from the vast ocean. The trip to the sun and the moon, if out of it; Star Han is brilliant, if out of it. I am glad to use this poem to express my inner aspirations.
(Wang Wan Tang) under blue mountains we wound our way, my boat and I, along green water. Until the banks at low tide widened, with no wind stirring my lone sail. ...Night now yields to a sea of sun, and the old year melts in freshets. At last I can send my messengers Wildgeese, homing to Loyang.
(Bai Juyi Tang) Gushan Temple is in the north of Jiating West, and the water level is low. Several early orioles competed to fly to the warm trees of the sun, whose new swallows carry mud in their nest. The colorful and colorful spring flowers will gradually charm people's eyes, the shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. I love the beauty of the east side of the west lake most, and I don't see enough, especially the white sand levee under the green yang liuyin.
(Xin Qiji Southern Song Dynasty) The bright moon surprises the magpies, and the breeze chirps cicadas in the middle of the night. The cool night breeze seemed to spread to the distant cicada. In the aroma of rice flowers, people talk about the harvest of the year, the ear of a wave of frogs, as if in a good harvest years. In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the head of the stream.
(Ma Zhiyuan Yuan) A dead vine and an old tree crow, a small bridge and a flowing family, an ancient road and a thin horse. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
(2) Reciting ancient poems after class
(Cao Cao) Although the tortoise has a long life, it still has its moments. A viper rides in the fog and ends up with dust. An old horse crouches, aiming at a thousand miles. The martyrs are full of courage in their twilight years. The period of surplus and contraction is not only in the sky; The blessing of nourishing grace can last forever. I am glad to use this poem to express my inner aspirations.
(Meng Haoran Tang) preparing me chicken and rice, old friend, you entertain me at your farm. The green woods were around the village, and the green hills lay outside the city. Open the window and face the valley vegetable garden, hand over the glass to chat about the crops. When the ninth festival comes, please come here to see the chrysanthemum.
(Chang Jian Tang) in the pure morning, near the old temple, where early sunlight points the tree-tops. A winding path leads to a hidden spot, and the Buddhist temple is surrounded with boughs and flowers. Here birds are alive with mountain-light, and the mind of man touches peace in a pool. Everything is silent here, but the bell is ringing.
(Li Bai, Tang) Yang Hua falls to the full, and Wen Daolong crosses the five streams. I entrust my sad thoughts to the moon, hope to accompany you to the west of the Yelang.
(Li Shangyin, Tang) You asked about the return date, and evening rain rose to the autumn pool. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about evening rain.
(Du Mu Tang) The smoke cage is cold and the moon is full of sand, and the night is near Qinhuai restaurant. Business women don't know how to hate the country, but they still sing backyard flowers across the river.
(Yan Shu Song) A new word, a glass of wine. The weather was old last year. When will the sunset return? There is nothing to do, but the flowers fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns. Small garden fragrant path wandering alone.
(Yang Wanli, Southern Song Dynasty) Mo Yan had no difficulty in going down to the mountains, and earned the favor of pedestrians. When you enter the circle of high mountains, you have just climbed a mountain, and the other mountain will stop you at once.
(Li Qingzhao, Southern Song Dynasty) often remembers the sunset in Xiting, and he is intoxicated and doesn't know his way home. Always play to the fun to return, but lost to the fengzhu pool in the depths of the pool. How to draw a boat out, not careful, but startled a group of Oulu.
(Zhu Xi Southern Song Dynasty) As soon as the half-acre square pond was opened, the sky and clouds lingered. To ask the water in the pond, why is it so clear? Because there is an inexhaustible source of constant flow of living water for it.
II. Volume II of Grade 7
(1). Ancient poems in the class
(folk songs of the Northern Dynasties)
Haw and haw, Mulan weaves as a household. I don't hear the sound of the loom, but I hear the woman sigh.
ask a woman what she thinks and what she remembers. Women have nothing to think about, and women have nothing to remember. Last night, I saw the military post, Khan ordered more soldiers, and there were 12 volumes of military books, all of which had the name of Lord. Grandpa has no eldest son, Mulan has no eldest brother, and she is willing to be a pommel horse, so she will sign for him from now on.
buy horses in the east market, saddles in the west market, bridles in the south market and whips in the north market. When I said goodbye to my parents, I stayed by the Yellow River at dusk. I didn't hear my parents calling female voices, but I heard the yellow river splashing. When I bid farewell to the Yellow River, I went to the black hills at dusk. I didn't hear my parents calling out female voices, but I heard Yanshan Hu riding and chirping.
when Wan Li went to Rongji, it was like flying through the mountains. The new moon's breath transmits gold, and the cold light illuminates iron clothes. A general dies in many battles, but a strong man returns in ten years.
I will see the son of heaven when I return, and the son of heaven will sit in the hall. Twelve turns of the policy are awarded to the top 1. Khan asked what he wanted, and Mulan didn't need Shang Shulang; I am willing to travel a thousand miles to send my son back to my hometown.
when my parents heard that my daughter was coming, they went out to help the generals. When Sister A heard that Sister Mei was coming, she should manage red makeup. When I heard my sister coming, I sharpened my knife to pigs and sheep. Open my east pavilion door, sit on my west pavilion bed, take off my wartime robe, wear my old dress, be the window to arrange clouds and temples, and post flowers to the mirror. When I went out to see the fire companions, they were all surprised and busy: after twelve years of traveling together, I didn't know Mulan was a girl.
The male rabbit's feet are complicated and the female rabbit's eyes are blurred. Can I tell if I'm a male or a female when two rabbits walk beside each other?
(2) Reciting ancient poems after class
(Wu Jun Southern Dynasties) Seeing smoke in the mountains and seeing the sunset in the bamboo. The birds flew gaily to the eaves, and the white clouds drifted out of the window.
(Wang Wei Tang) leaning alone in the close bamboos, I am playing my lute and humming a song. Too softly for anyone to hear, except my comrade, the bright moon.
(Li Bai) Emei Mountain falls in the half moon and falls into the Pingqiang River. At night, Qingxi went to the Three Gorges, and Sijun did not see Yuzhou.
(Li Bai) whose Yu Di flies in the dark, and the spring breeze fills Los Angeles. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to feel homesick.
(Cen Can Tang) There is a long road to the east of the homeland, and the dragon bell with double sleeves is crying. Meet you at once, without pen and paper, please tell my family that I am safe.
(Wei Yingwu Tang) lives alone in the secluded grass stream, where orioles sing in the trees. The spring tide brings rain late and comes in a hurry, and there is no boat on the wild crossing.
(Du Fu) It's a common sight in Qiwang's house, but Cui Jiutang heard it several times before. No thought, in this scenic area of the south of the Yangtze river; It is the fallen petal season, can meet you this old acquaintance.
(Liu Changqing Tang) from the temple, deep in its tender bamboos, comes the low sound of an evening bell. With the bamboo hat in the setting sun, the only return to the castle peak gradually.
(Zhao Shixiu Southern Song Dynasty) It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. The time has passed midnight, the invited guests have not come, I am bored gently knocking on the pieces, the shock of a point of oil lamp when the wick knot in a knot.
(Zhao Yi Qing) Li Du's poems have been widely circulated, but they are not new so far. There are many talented people in the country, and their poems and popularity will be handed down for hundreds of years.
The first volume of Grade Three and Eight
(1) Ancient poems in class
(Du Fu) what a majestic sight of holy Mountain Tai!? Out of Qilu, still visible the green peak. Magic natural convergence of thousands of beautiful, the south of the mountains north of the separation between early morning and dusk. Layers of white clouds, clean up the chest and ravines; Pianpian birds, fly into the eye rims. Try to ascend the mountain's crest: It dwarfs all peaks under our feet.
(Du Fu) though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure, and spring comes green again to trees and grasses. Sad state, can not help but tears burst into tears, the birds stunning, the grief of parting hate. The war has lasted for more than half a year, the letter from home is rare, and a hundred and thousands of gold. Melancholy winding, scratching head thinking, the more scratched the white hair, it is almost impossible to insert a hairpin.
(Du Fu)
In Shihao Village at dusk, officials catch people at night. The old man walked over the wall and the old woman went out to watch.
why are the officials angry? Why bother when a woman cries!
before listening to the wife's speech: three men guarding Yecheng. One man attached a book, and two men died in battle. Those who live and drag out an ignoble existence, the dead are long gone! There's no one in the room, only a baby and a grandson. There are grandmothers who have not gone, and there are no skirts in and out. Although the old woman's strength is weak, please come back from the official night and be in a hurry to prepare for the morning cooking.
a long night's silence is like weeping and choking. Dawn will ascend to the future, leaving the old man alone.
(Tao Yuanming, Eastern Jin Dynasty) When planting beans, the grass is abundant and the bean seedlings are sparse. Early in the morning get up early to eradicate the weeds, the night falls on the moonlight carry hoe to return. The narrow path covered with vegetation, and the night dew moistened my clothes. It is not a pity to wet my clothes, but I hope not to go against my will.
(Wang Wei Tang) If a bicycle wants to ask about the border, it belongs to the country and has a long way to go. Fleabane also floated out of Han, north to geese are soaring into the sky. The vast desert is solitary smoke, the sunset on the yellow river is round. To the the location of Xiaoguan pass encounter the spy waiting for the knight, told me that the douhu have been in Yan.
(Li Bai) sailing far off from Jingmen Ferry, soon you will be with people in the south. Where the mountains end and the plains begin, and the river winds through wilderness. The moon is lifted like a mirror, sea-clouds gleam like palaces. And the water has brought you a touch of home, to draw your boat three hundred miles.
(Lu You Southern Song Dynasty) Don't laugh at the peasant's muddy wine, and keep enough chickens and dolphins in good years. The mountain overlapping water flow twists and turns is worried that no way can walk, the willow green flowers suddenly appear a mountain village. The days of blowing Xiao and playing the drums were close, and the villagers were still dressed in a simple fashion. In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I must use a walking stick to knock at your door at any time.
(2) Extracurricular ancient poetry
(Han Yuefu) The sunflower in the Qingqing Garden is exposed to the sun. Spring has filled the earth with hope, all things show a prosperity. Often fear that the Chill autumn comes, the tree ye er yellow fall a hundred herbs also withered. Rivers run to the sea to the sea, when can return to the west? A lazy youth, a lousy age.
(Wang Ji Tang) Donggao is looking at dusk, and he wants to rely on it. Trees are all autumn colors, and mountains are only shining. Shepherds drive calves back, hunting horses and bringing birds back. Care for no acquaintance, Long song Huai Cai Wei.
(Meng Haoran, Tang) Muluoyan Nandu, and the water is cold with a wind from the north. My home is wandering around the edge of the river, the sea of clouds is far away. Homesick tears in the journey, see the back of the sail in the horizon. The wind smoke blurred the ferry can be where, the vast river in the sunset ripples.
(Meng Haoran) here in the Eighth-month the waters of the lake, are of a single air with heaven. Cloud Land mr.osawa water vapor transpiration white boundless, the waves appear to shake the Yueyang. I want to cross the water to find the boat and oars, the holy age of Homebound is really ashamed. Sitting idly watching other people's hard river fishing, can only envy the fish caught in the fish.
(Cui Hao Tang) where long ago a yellow crane bore a sage to heaven, nothing is left now but the Yellow Crane Terrace. The yellow crane never came back, for thousands of years to see the long white clouds. Every tree in Hanyang becomes clear by sunlit water, and Parrot Island is covered by the sweet grass. But I look toward home, and twilight grows dark There was a mist hanging over the river, bringing deep melancholy to the people.
(Li Bai) with a blue line of mountains north of the wall, and east of the city a white curve of water. Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like fatherless, drift in the wind, and travel far away. Floating clouds like a wanderer, like wandering, sunset slowly down the mountain, seems to have nostalgia. The wave of his hand from this separation, the friend riding on the horse will carry his long journey, the long Blew, it seems to not bear to leave.
(Liu Yuxi Tang) Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. I say autumn is better than spring. Wan liqing empty, a crane lingyun fly, caused my muse to the blue sky.
(Mei Yaochen Northern Song Dynasty) is comfortable with wild feelings, while Qian Shan is high and low. Along the way, MountGryRum mountains in front of the constant transformation, indulge in a person in the winding deep road of the wild, but forgot to go to where. The sun rises, the snow melts, the mountains seem more silent and empty, and the silly bear is slowly climbing the big tree, and the deer is leisurely sipping the stream of the brook. Where is he? There's a chicken outside the cloud.
(Su Shi, Northern Song Dynasty) Lanxia Lanya dipped in the stream for a short time, and the sand road between the pines was clean and mud-free, and it was raining at dusk. Who says life cannot return to the juvenile period again? The water in front of the gate can also flow to the west! Don't bemoan the passing of time in old age!
(Lu You) Sleeping in a lonely village does not feel sorry for himself, but still thinks about defending the country. The night will be done, I lie in bed to hear the sound of the wind and rain, daze in a dream, riding on the armored horses across the frozen rivers to the northern battlefield.
Volume II of Grade Four and Eight
(1) Part of the class
(Liu Yuxi Tang) Bashan Chu River is desolate, and he abandoned himself in 23 years. Come back is human, I like the people of lanke, can only play the flute, empty self - Melancholy. On the side of the boat, Qian fan contest; At the head of the diseased tree, ten thousand mufengchun. Today, listen to you sing a song, take a cup of wine to cheer up.
(Du Mu Tang) The iron has not been sold, so he will learn from the past. If the east wind does not give Zhou Yu to be convenient, the end is afraid is Cao Cao victory, er Qiao is locked in the bronze sparrow terrace.
(Wen Tianxiang Ming) After a hard encounter, there are few stars around. The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and the life experience is ups and downs. Fear beachhead says fear, and there is a sigh in the ocean. Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a heart to shine on history.
(Su Shi)
On the Mid-Autumn Festival in Bingchen, I was drunk and drunk. I wrote this article and was pregnant with my son.
when will there be a bright moon? I fetch the wine glass from afar. I don't know the palace in the sky. What year is it tonight? I would like to take the royal breeze back to the sky, and I am afraid that in the buildings of fine jade, it cannot withstand the cold of nine days. Dancing and enjoying the shadow of the moon, which is in the world.
turn to Zhuge, low-lying households, and take photos without sleep. The moon should not have any resentment against people, why is it that the people are only round when they leave? Men have sorrow and joy and they part and meet again. The moon dims or shines and it waxes or wanes. Nothing is perfect, not even in the old days. I hope people will live for a long time, and they will be beautiful for thousands of miles.
(Zhang Yanghao Yuan) The peaks are like a cluster, the waves are like anger, and the mountains and rivers are like Tongguan Road. Looking at the western capital, I hesitated, saddened by the Qin and Han dynasties, and all the palaces and palaces were made of dirt. Xing, the people suffer. Death makes the people suffer.
(Tao Yuanming) build house is in a human condition, and there are no chariots and horses. Ask your gentleman He Neng-er, who is far away from himself. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are getting along with each other. There is a real meaning in this, and you have forgotten what you said if you want to distinguish them.
(Li Bai) pure wine costs, for the golden cup, ten thousand coppers a flagon, the jade plate is worth ten thousand dollars. I fling aside my food-sticks and cup, I cannot eat nor drink, I pull out my dagger, I peer four ways in vain.
I would cross the Yellow River, but ice chokes the ferry, the Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow. I would sit and poise a fishing-pole, lazy by a brook, but I suddenly dream of riding a boat, sailing for the sun. It is hard to go, it is hard to go, many roads, today's security. I will ride the wind and break the heavy waves some day, and then set the cloudlike sail and cross the sea.
(Du Fu)
In the autumn of August, the high wind howled, which swept the triple hairs on my house. When Mao Fei crossed the river and sprinkled them on the outskirts of the river, the tall ones hung long forest tops, while the lower ones floated to sink into the pond depression.
The children in Nancun bullied me for being old and weak, and they could bear to be thieves. They openly carried Mao into the bamboo, and their lips were too dry to breathe. When they came back, they sighed on their sticks.
There are tens of millions of spacious buildings in Ande, which is a great shelter for all the poor people in the world to be happy, and the wind and rain are calm as a mountain? Whoo! When I suddenly see this house in front of my eyes, I will freeze to death alone!
(Cen Can Tang)
the north wind rolls the white grasses and breaks them, and the Eighth-month snow across the Tartar sky. Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, as if the pear trees blooming.
it enters the pearl blinds, it wets the silk curtains, a fur coat feels cold, a cotton mat flimsy. The general was Hand guard with cold hands, and the iron - clad steel was so cold that it was hard to wear.
the sand-sea deepens with fathomless ice, the gloom is bleak and Wan Li is condensed. In the manager's account, the wine is a farewell banquet, and the huqin pipa lute flute ensemble to add to the entertainment.
till at dusk, when the drifts are crushing our tents, and our frozen red flags cannot flutter in the wind. " Luntai east gate, welcome you to the capital, you go, snow cover full Tianshan road. ".
and then he disappears at the turn of the pass, leaving behind him only hoof-prints.
(Gong Zizhen, Qing) It's far away from sorrow, and the day is slanting, and the whip refers to the end of the world. I resign and go home, like falling flowers from the branches, but it is not a ruthless thing, into the spring soil, can also play the role of nurturing the next generation.
(2) Extracurricular part
(Liu Zhen Han) Pine on the pavilion hill, rustling in the valley and having a stroke. When the wind is strong, the pine branches are strong. Frost is miserable, and it is always correct at the end of the year. Not suffering from cold, pine and cypress have nature.
(Wang Bo Tang) by this wall that surrounds the three Qin districts, through a mist that makes five rivers one. We bid each other a sad farewell, we two officials going opposite ways. The world is but a little place, after all. Why should you linger at the fork of the road, children * * * with towels.
(Chen Ziang Tang) where, before me, are the ages that have gone?, and where, behind me, are the coming generations?. Only the boundless universe, endless endless, can not stop filled with tears of sorrow.
(Wang Wei) Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. Sincerely advise my friend to dry a cup of wine, west out of the yang Guan, it is difficult to meet relatives.
(Li Bai) since yesterday had to throw me and bolt; Today has hurt my heart even more. The autumn wildgeese have a long wind for escort, as I face them from this villa, drinking my wine. The bones of great writers are your brushes, in the School of Heaven, and I am a Lesser Xie growing up by your side. We both are exalted to distant thought, aspiring to the sky and the bright moon. But since water still flows, though we cut it with our swords, and sorrows return, though we drown them with wine Since the world can in no way answer our craving, I will loosen my hair tomorrow and take to a fishingboat.
(Han Yu) The drizzle in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is close at a distance. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far more than the late spring of green willows.
(Li Shangyin Tang) time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted, and the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone. And the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, and every night the candles will weep their wicks away. Mornings in her mirror she sees her hair-cloud changing, yet she dares the chill of moonlight with her evening song. There are no many ways to get to Pengshan, oh blue-birds, be listening!-Bring me what she says!.
(Li Yu, Southern Tang Dynasty in Five Dynasties) went to the West Building alone without words, and the moon was like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locked in the clear autumn. Cut constantly, the reason is still chaotic, it is sadness, especially the general taste in my heart.
(Wang Anshi, Northern Song Dynasty) flew to Chihiro Pagoda on the mountain, and heard that the cock crowed and the sun rose. As a Chinese poem reads we have no fear of the clouds that may block our sights as we are already at the top of the height.
(Xin Qiji) The eaves of the grass are low and the grass is green on the stream. The Wu place that is drunk is drunk, sounds gentle and beautiful, whose home is the old man with white hair? The eldest son is weeding the bean field in the east of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting the coop. The most favorite is the youngest son, he is lying in the grass in the grass, stripping the freshly picked lotus.
5. Book 1 of Grade 9
(1), ancient poetry in class
(Wen Tingyun Song), wash and dress, and lean on Wangjianglou alone. After all, it's not Qian Fan. The oblique light is full of water, and the intestines are broken in Baipingzhou.
(Fan Zhongyan, Northern Song Dynasty) The scenery in Qiu Lai is different. Hengyang geese went unnoticed. The four sides are connected with each other. Thousands of miles. Long smoke and sunset, isolated city closed. A glass of turbid wine is home to Wan Li. Yan ran did not return to nothing. Qiang Guan is covered with frost. People are sleepless. The general has white hair and tears.
(Su Shi) The old lady talks about juvenile madness, which leads to yellow on the left and blue on the right. Jin Mao Diao Qiu, Qian Qi Juan Ping Gang. In order to repay the people of the city for following my generous offer of hunting, I will shoot the tiger in person like sun quan. I drink the wine, the open heart, the courage to be more heroic, the temples are slightly pale, so why not? When will Feng Tang be sent in the clouds? I will make my strength as full as the full moon, as full as the full moon, toward the northwest, shooting to the west Xia jun team.
(Li Qingzhao, Southern Song Dynasty) All the fragrant flowers are exhausted, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, tears flow first. It is said that Shuangxi spring is still good, and it is also planned to be a canoe. I'm afraid that the boat can't move and I'm worried.
(Xin Qiji) drunk, looking at the sword, dreaming of blowing horns. Give the roast beef to the men, and the band plays the northern song. The soldiers on the battlefield in autumn