High school students must memorize the following ancient poems:
1. "Viewing the Sea"
(Cao Cao)
Longing the Jieshi in the east, View the sea.
Where is the water? The mountains and islands are standing tall.
There are many trees and lush grass.
The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rising.
The journey of the sun and the moon would appear within it;
The stars would shine brightly, as if they would appear within it.
Fortunately, I sing to express my ambition.
2. "Drinking"
(Tao Yuanming)
The house is in a human environment, without the noise of cars and horses.
When I ask you how you can do it, your mind is far away and you are biased.
Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can leisurely see Nanshan Mountain.
The mountain air is getting better day by day, and the birds are flying back and forth.
There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to explain it.
3. "Sending Du Shaofu to Shuchuan"
(Wang Bo)
The city gate assists the Three Qin Dynasties, and the wind and smoke look out to Wujin.
I want to say goodbye to you, both are eunuchs.
There are close friends in the sea, and there are neighbors in the world.
If you do nothing, you will be on the wrong road, and your children will be stained with towels.
4. "Happy Meeting"
(Li Yu)
Speechlessly, I went up to the west building alone, the moon was like a hook.
The lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks Qingqiu.
Continuous cutting and confusion are the symptoms of divorce.
Don’t have the ordinary feeling in your heart.
5. "Spring Hope"
(Du Fu)
The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation.
I am moved to tears by the flowers in my heart, and I am frightened by the hatred of other birds.
The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold.
The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the lust is overwhelming.
6. "Viewing the Cutting of Wheat"
(Bai Juyi)
The Tian family has few free months, but in May people are twice as busy.
The south wind blows at night, and the wheat is covered with yellow.
Women carry baskets with food, and children carry pots of pulp.
I went with him to the salary field, and the young man was in Nangang.
My feet are full of rustic heat, and my back is scorching with the scorching sky.
I am exhausted and don’t know how hot it is, but it’s a pity that the summer is long.
There is also a poor woman with a baby beside her.
The right hand holds the earrings, and the left arm hangs a basket.
Hearing his words of care makes those who hear them feel sad.
My family’s farmland has been exhausted and taxes have been spent, so I will pick this up to satisfy my hunger.
What merit do I have now? I have never been involved in farming and mulberry trees.
The official salary is three hundred stones, and there is more than enough food every year.
I feel ashamed when I think of this, and I will never forget it.