Ye Shaoweng in Song Dynasty, Wang Wei in Shandong Brothers and Night Book in Tang Dynasty.
The rustling leaves send the cold sound, and the autumn wind moves the guests on the river. I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.
I know that children choose to promote weaving, and a lamp fell on the fence at night. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
Looking at Tianmen Mountain in the distance, drink Chu Qing on Li Bai Lake in Tang Dynasty, and then rain it.
The Yangtze River splits the Tianmen Peak like a giant axe, and the green river flows around the island. The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy.
The green hills on both sides are neck and neck, and a boat meets leisurely from the horizon. If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate.
The second volume of grade three
Don? He Zhang Haruka? Chu Hsi
Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries. Beautiful spring outing in Surabaya, the endless scenery is new.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere.
Qiao Qi linjie Chang' an Li E shangyin
See Bixiao tonight on Tanabata, and cross the river bridge with the cowherd and the weaver girl. The mica screen was dyed red by thick candles, and the Milky Way gradually tilted towards the morning star.
Every family watches the autumn moon, and every family wears HongLing. Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night.
The first volume of the fourth grade
The journey of Tixilin Bishi, the journey of Shaanxi village.
Looking at Lushan Mountain from the front and side of peaks and valleys, from far, near, high and low places, Lushan Mountain presents various faces. Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich.
I can't recognize the true face of Lushan Mountain because I am there. 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 Yellow Crane Tower sent Meng Haoran to Yangzhou. When Tang Li Bai sent Yuan Er, Anxi Tang? Wang Wei
Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers. The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf
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. Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west.
The second volume of the fourth grade
Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain Tang? Li Bai Wang Dongting Yuxi Liu Tang
The birds flew without a trace, leaving the lonely clouds free and unfettered. The lake and the moon set each other off, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface.
You look at me, I look at you, and there are only my eyes and Jingting Mountain's eyes. Look at the Dongting landscape. There is a green snail in the silver plate.
Recalling Bai Juyi's Fisherman's Soup? Zhang
The scenery in Jiangnan is very beautiful, and the picturesque scenery has long been familiar. At sunrise, flowers on the riverside are better than fire, egrets fly in front of Mount Cisse, and peach blossoms and flowing water make mandarin fish fat.
This river is as green as blue in spring. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan? An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain.
April songs in the countryside? Weng Juan Four Seasons Pastoral Mixed Prosperity Song Fan Chengda
The mountains and plains are all green, and the sound of Zigui is raining like smoke. During the day, weeding in the fields and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, the men and women in the village took on all the housework.
In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
The first volume of the fifth grade
Boarding Guazhou Wang Song Anshi Qiu Si Zhang Ji
Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains. The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start.
The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home? When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.
Sauvignon Blanc takes a trip to Nalanxingde Mountain, a trip to the water, and goes to Guan Yu. At night, there are thousands of lights. 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.
The second volume of the fifth grade
The shepherd boy Lu Yanzhou crossed Anren Song Yang Wanli.
The grass shop is six or seven miles away from the field, and the flute makes the night wind three or four times. On a fishing boat, there are two children. They put away their bamboo poles, stopped their oars and sat on the boat.
Come back from a full meal at dusk and lie in the moonlight without taking off your hemp fiber. No wonder it didn't rain. They opened the umbrella. They didn't want to protect the rain, but wanted to use the umbrella as a sail to let the boat go forward.
Qingpingle (Yu)? Cunju
The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is 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.
The first volume of the sixth grade
The Book of Songs? Pick Wei (excerpt)
Recalling the original exploration, the wind in Yang Liuyi was blowing in the wind; Now back on the road, snowflakes are flying everywhere. The road is muddy and difficult to walk, and people are thirsty and hungry.
Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night, Don? Du Fu
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
Xijiangyue? Xin Qiji of Song Dynasty on Huangsha Road at night.
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.
Tianjingsha? Yuan Qiu Baipu
The sunset in the lonely village, the light smoke from the old tree in the west of Western jackdaw, and the shadow of Hong Fei. Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.