It's best to choose famous articles, otherwise everyone can't understand them, it's hard to produce * * *, and there will be no atmosphere of audience feedback. The recommendations are as follows: 1, Li Bai's "Into the Wine", how the water of the Yellow River moves out of heaven and into the ocean, never to return.
The illustration is gone, how lovely it is locked in the bright mirror in the high room, although the silky black in the morning has turned into snow at night. Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he likes, and don't let Jin Zun (zūn) fly to the moon.
Since God has given talents, let them be used! Don't come back until your daughter is gone. Cook a sheep, kill a cow, sharpen your appetite, and let me, 300 bowls, take a big drink! .
The master of Cen (cén), Dan Qiusheng, will enter the wine and the cups will be endless. Let me sing you a song! , let your ears participate! .
Turning jade is not expensive enough. I hope I won't wake up after being drunk for a long time. Ancient sober people and sages were forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized.
Chen bought a barrel of wine with 10 thousand gold coins at a banquet in the temple, and everyone laughed and said one-liners Why do you say, my master, your money is gone? , to buy wine, we drink together! .
The galloping steeds, Qian Jin Qiu (qiú), give them to the boys in exchange for wine and share joys and sorrows with you. 2, Li Bai's "Shu Dao Nan" (Yu) (xá), [4] high risk! The difficulty of Shu Dao is difficult to go to the sky! Until the two rulers of this area (fú) forced through in the foggy age! Forty-eight thousand years have passed and it has not been associated with Qin Sai.
On the other hand, to the west, there is still only one bird path, all the way to the peak of Emei (diān). Once it was broken by an earthquake, some brave people lost it, and then the ladder stone stack (zhàn) was connected.
On the high flag, six dragons drive the sun, and far below, the river lashes its twisted channel. It is difficult to climb such a height, even if the yellow crane says that apes want to climb it.
The green clay mountain is made up of many circles, with hundreds of steps and nine twists and turns. Meng and Shen sat there, their hands touching y and ng (y ng) and sighing.
We want to know whether this road to the west will never end. Li Bai saw the ancient wood of the sad bird, and the male bird circled smoothly and followed the female bird.
Jathyapple, what comes to us is the melancholy voice of Du Fu, a sad empty mountain. It's hard to get through the Shu Road, and it's hard to get to the sky. It turns pale when you smell it! The highest cliff is less than a foot from heaven, and the withered pine trees hang low on the cliff surface.
Flying stream (tuān), waterfall (pù), rushing stream (Huá) and precipice (png) turn into stone valley (hé e). Its risks are the same (some versions are "if"), so it's ridiculous for people from afar to come here! In Jiange, Zheng, Rong, and Yi are above ten thousand people.
Defender or robber (fēi) (through "no") relatives, but the wolf to his companion? (chái)。 There are scary hungry tigers during the day and poisonous reptiles at night; Molar sucks (shǔn) blood (xiě or xuè), killing people like hemp.
Although Jincheng is happy, it is better to rest early. It's difficult for Shu Dao to reach the sky, but you can look at it from the west (zο) and (Jiο)! 3. Bai Juyi's Pipa Tour, I saw off guests on Xunyang River. At night, maple leaves and mature rushes rustled in autumn.
I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music. Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.
We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left. We followed the direction of the melody and asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered.
We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again. However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us.
... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings. Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life.
She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit. She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones.
Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets. Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.
Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice. The ice spring is cold and astringent, as if it can't pass; And notes, fade away.
The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice. A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons.
Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk. There is a quiet boat in the east and a quiet boat in the west, but see the new autumn moon in the river.
She tied it thoughtfully on the rope, stood up and smoothed her clothes, serious and polite. Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill.
She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians. Her art even attracted the appreciation of experts, and her beauty attracted the envy of all major dancers.
Wuling teenagers fight for their heads, and a song gives countless rolls of red silk. The silver comb inlaid with shells was broken by her rhythm, and the bloody skirt was stained with wine.
Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention. Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared.
There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman. Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.
Take an empty boat to Jiangkou, no company, only the bright moon and cold water. Sometimes in the middle of the night, she will dream of her victory, and her makeup will turn red and her tears will dry up.
Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder. We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? .
Last year, I resigned from the imperial city, and now I am sick and exiled in Jiujiang. Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year.
The humidity near Cannes is very low, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes. What can you hear here in the morning and evening? ? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing.
I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining. Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears.
Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music. Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about guitar. ..
... she was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder. Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces.
But which of them cried the most? ? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet. 4. Du Fu's Military Vehicle Shop, Ma Xiaoxiao. Each of you has a bow and an quiver on your belt.
My parents, my parents, my wife and children all ran to see them. When they marched, the dust covered the sky and they couldn't see xian yangqiao. On the way, holding soldiers' clothes, eating and crying, the sky rushed into the sky.
Passers-by asked the soldiers how they got there, saying only that the roster was frequently recruited. Some people go to the north of the Yellow River at the age of fifteen, even if they go to the western border to open up wasteland at the age of forty.
Long in the middle, the hair is tied up with a headscarf, and when I come back, I am bald and guarding the border. Countless border guards shed blood and sacrificed to form seawater, and the concept of border defense in Huang Wu has not stopped.
Haven't you heard that there are hundreds of villages covered with vegetation in 200 states east of Huashan Mountain? Even if a strong woman plows the field with a hoe, nothing will grow on the crops in the field.
Moreover, the soldiers of the Qin Dynasty can fight hard, and there is no difference between chickens and dogs when they are rushed to fight. Although the elders have doubts, how dare those who serve complain? Just like this winter, we didn't stop the soldiers west of Hangukou from enlisting.
The county magistrate urgently urges people to pay taxes. Where does the tax come from? If you really know that boys are a bad thing, you might as well have a girl. Girls can also marry their nearest neighbors, and boys will die in battle.
Don't you see, on the edge of Qinghai, the bones of soldiers killed since ancient times have not been buried. New ghosts hate old ghosts crying, and ghosts cry when they are wet. 5, Du Fu's "Shiqu" cast in Shiqu Village at dusk, and 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.
6. Du Fu's Xin 'anli visited Xin 'an Road, and he called some soldiers. I would like to ask the Xin' an official: "Is there no Ding in the small county? " .
2. 1, Yulin Ridge (Liu Yong) is cold and mournful. The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest. The doors are empty and homesick, and Lanzhou urges them to send them. Holding hands, looking at each other with tears, speechless and choking. I miss it, the evening is heavy. Since ancient times, parting is sentimental and sad. What's more, I am so sad and indifferent to Tomb-Sweeping Day. Who are you talking to? 2. Nian Nujiao's "Red Cliff" nostalgia (Su Shi) "Never Return to the River", the waves are exhausted, and the eternal romantic figures. In the west of his hometown, humanity is the Red Cliff of the Three Kingdoms Zhou Lang, which shocked the coast and rolled up thousands of piles of snow. As picturesque as mountains and rivers, there were many heroes. Think back to Gong Jin, when Xiao Qiao just got married, he was handsome and heroic. He fanned his black silk scarf and smiled. A statue returns to the Yangtze River Moon. 3. Man Jianghong (Yue Fei) rushed to the crown angrily and rested on the railing in the drizzle. Looking up, screaming in the sky, powerful and fierce. Thirty fame and fortune, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. Don't wait to see young people's heads, empty and sad. Jingkang shame, still not snow; When do courtiers hate their guts! Driving a long car to break through the lack of Helan Mountain, eager to eat the meat of Land Rover, laughing and drinking the blood of Xiongnu, waiting to clean up the old mountains and rivers from the beginning and face the sky. 4. Zou Ji satirized Qi Wang Nengchen, and Zou Ji repaired more than eight feet, which was ugly. Wearing a robe, he peeped in the mirror and said to his wife, "Who are Xu Hongmei and me in the north of the city?" His wife said, "You are very beautiful. How can Gong be as good as Gong Ye! " Xu Gong in the north of the city, a beauty of Qi, asked his concubine, "Who am I, Xu Gongmei?" My concubine said, "Where can I compare with you?" ? The next day, a guest came from outside, sat next to him and asked him, "Who is more beautiful than ordinary people?" " ? " The guest said, "Xu Gong is not as beautiful as you!" Tomorrow, Xu Hui will come. Who saw it and felt inferior; Looking at yourself in the mirror is just as far away. At dusk, I thought, "My wife is beautiful and I am private; The beauty of my concubine is afraid of me; The guest is beautiful and wants something from me. " So he went to the court to see Wang Wei and said, "I honestly know that Xu Hongmei is not as good as my wife and my concubine is afraid of me. What all my guests want from me, beauty is better than Xu Gong. Today, thousands of miles away, there are 120 cities, ladies in the left and right, all private kings; Courtiers are not afraid of kings; Within four borders, there is nothing but the king. As a result, the king is very sheltered! " The king said, "Good." He ordered, "officials protect each other, and those who can stab me in the face will be rewarded; There will be a reward for those who write and exhort me; Those who can slander the city will be rewarded if they listen to me. " At the beginning of the order, ministers protested one after another, and the market was crowded. After a few months, they made progress from time to time. After the period, although you keep your word, if you don't advance, you will retreat. Yan, Zhao, Han and Wei Wen all made progress in Qi. This so-called victory over the court 5, the moonlight by the river (Xu Ruo, Zhang Tang) and the tide by Lianhaiping River. The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel. There is frost in the air, but there is no white sand on the pavilion. There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky. Who saw the moon on the river? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year? Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is similar year after year. I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water. The white clouds are drifting away, and the green maple is full of sorrow. Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building? If you wander upstairs and around the moon, you should take your eyes off the makeup mirror. The jade curtain can't be rolled up, and the anvil refers to it. At this time, you don't know each other. I hope the flowers will shine on you month by month. Wild geese will fly in the sky, and fish will jump into the water before dragons. Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned. The river flows to the end and the pond falls to the west. The slanting moon is full of sea fog and the stones are falling. Swim back and follow it. It's in the middle of the water. The dew is not clear The so-called Iraqi people are in dire straits. The road is blocked and connected. Swim back and follow it, and it will be in the water. The dew is not clear When reading, pay attention to the pronunciation of words, punctuate sentences, read slowly, and cooperate with appropriate background music, such as the guzheng song "Mountain Running Water". Third, pay attention to adding emotions when reading, such as some expressions, actions, gestures and so on. You can ask a friend to help you practice and see if you feel immersive after reading it.