The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant. 2. Zhu Li Guan Wang Wei leans alone in the dense bamboo, and I am playing the pipa and humming a song.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. Farewell, Wang Wei, my friend, I have been watching you go down the mountain. Until now, I have closed my thatched door in the dark.
The grass turns green again in spring, but what about you, my friend Prince? 4. acacia Wang Wei when those red berries come in spring, they blush on your southern branches? Take a hug home for me as a symbol of our love. Chai Lu Author: There seems to be no one on Wang Weikong Mountain, but I think I heard a voice. Go back to the depths of the forest and shine at me from the green moss.
Wang Weiyou from my old country, tell me what happened there! . Did the plum blossom when you came to the engraved window of my house? 7. Send Cui Jiu to Pei Di. Although you want to go back to this labyrinthine mountain, oh, let them fill your heart and wonder! .
Instead of learning from Wu Lingren described by Tao Yuanming, he stayed in the Peach Blossom Garden for a few days and then hurried out of the mountain. 8. Look at the snow in the south, and see how Zhongnanshan takes off. Zuyong, white tops the clouds.
After the snow in Chu Qing, the afterglow of the sun shone from the forest. It was late, and Chang 'an was even more chilly. 9. Sleeping at Jiande River Meng Haoran When my boat was sailing in the fog, the days were getting shorter and the memories of the old days began.
The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon. 10. Resentment Li Bai, how beautiful she is, how quietly she leans against the pearly window, and how troubled her brow is! .
You can see the bright tears on her cheeks now, but you can't see the man she loves so much? 1 1. The three kingdoms of Du Fu, divided, have always been bound by his power, and the octagonal fortress is built on his prestige. This river won't divert the stones from your disposal, and you will always regret that you will destroy Wu's unwise.
12. The mountains cover the day, Wang Zhihuan stays in the heron lodge, and the ocean drains the golden river. By going up one flight of stairs, look further.
13. Seeing Che Ling off from the temple, in the depths of its tender bamboo, Liu Changqing, came the low voice of the evening bell. The sunset with a hat gradually returned to Qingshan.
14. Playing the piano Liu Changqing, your seven strings sound like the cold wind in the pine forest. Although I like this ancient song very much, most people don't play it today.
15. Can a floating stork be a tenant in our world when it is sent to Liu Changqing? ! Please don't buy a famous mountain, it's a world-famous place. 16. When I walk on a cool autumn night, Wei, I miss you and sing my poem on an autumn night.
I heard the pine cone fall on the mountain, and you seemed to wake up. 17. Listen to Zheng, her hands as white as jade are shining on a golden harp under a snow window, Li Duan.
Trying to please Zhou Lang as much as possible, you see she deliberately dialed the wrong string. 18. Wang Jian, the bride on the third day of her wedding, cooks instead of me and washes her hands to make bride soup.
I don't know the taste of mother-in-law. Let's make the taste of good sister-in-law first. 19. My belt was untied last night, Quan Deyu, and now I'm a princess.
This is my pigment, this is my powder, welcome to put on my shackles again. 20. There are no birds in Baishan Mountain in Liuzongyuan, Jiang Xue, and there are no footprints in thousands of paths.
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. 2 1. Palace Yuan Zhen In the faded old palace, peonies are red, but no one comes to see them.
Several white-haired footmen were sitting around talking about the emperor of the Tang Dynasty. 22. A suggestion to my friend Bai Liu Juyi: There is a ray of green in the old bottle and a trace of red in the static furnace.
With dusk and snow coming, how about a glass of wine? 23. He Manzi Zhang Hu is 1000 miles away from her home. A maid-in-waiting has lived here for twenty years. However, ask her for this song and use the first few words of this song to see how she tries to hold back her tears.
24. Leyou Tomb Li Shangyin had the shadow of twilight in his heart, and I drove forward in Leyou Tomb. Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.
Jia Dao, when I asked your student under a pine tree, he left a note: "My teacher went to collect medicine". However, through these clouds, how can I know which corner of the mountain it is facing? .
26. Li Pin left home to cross the Hanshui River. I am eager for news. Winter goes and spring comes. The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home.
27. Jin Changxu, get rid of the orioles and get rid of all their music from the trees. They woke her up when she dreamed that she went to meet him in Liaoxi camp.
28.Goshu Gesi, a constellation with seven high stars, is Shu Ge holding up his sword at night. Today, the Tubo people who breed horses only dare to look into the distance; They dare not go south and cross Lintao County.
Li Bai's 29. Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain, birds fly high, and lonely clouds go to leisure alone. You look at me, I look at you, and there are only my eyes and Jingting Mountain's eyes.
30. Yuji hated her for her cold dew, wet silk bottom and long stay. Go back to my room and put down the crystal curtain, still looking at the exquisite moon through the curtain.
2. Classic poems suitable for junior high school students. Recommended articles for reading China's ancient classic poems.
Grade?Three
1, recalling that Bai Juyi is good in the south of the Yangtze River, the scenery is familiar. At sunrise, the river is redder than the fire. In spring, the river is as green as blue, so we can't forget Jiangnan.
2, the quatrain Tang Du Fu is the evening, the spring breeze is fragrant. Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.
3, Xiaochi Song Yang Wanli Spring eyes silently cherish the trickle, the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves sunny and soft. The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.
4, Jiangnan Chuntang Du Mu Li Qing Hong, Shuicun Guo Shan wine flag wind. During the Southern Dynasties, there were 380 temples.
5. Sai Qu Xia Tang Lulun The forest is dark and the wind blows, but the general tries archery at night. Dawn went to look for the arrow, which had gone deep into the edge of the stone.
6, insert a song Tang Lulun high in the faint moonlight, geese are soaring. The Tatar chiefs are fleeing from the darkness. I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives.
7, quatrains Tang Du Fu Erhuang and his party egrets went to the sky. My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.
8. In the early days of Baidicheng, Tang Li Bai resigned from Baidicheng and returned to Jiangling a thousand miles a day. The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills.
9. On September 9th, I remembered my Shandong brother Tang, who was in a foreign land, and I missed my relatives every festive season. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
10, Tang Wei, Xixi Chuzhou, was born by a secluded grass stream, with orioles singing in the trees. Spring tides bring rain late and rush, and there is no boat for the wild crossing.
1 1, a leave note: I asked your student under a pine tree, "My teacher," he replied, "went to collect medicine." However, through these clouds, how can I know which corner of the mountain it is facing? .
12, titled Xilin Wall Song Sushi regarded the side of the ridge as the peak, with different heights. I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but toward which corner of the mountain.
13, the summer quatrains Song Liqing lived as an outstanding person and died as a ghost. Today, people still miss Xiang Yu because he refused to live and returned to the East.
14, Wangtianmen Mountain Li Tang daytime gate interrupted the Chuhe River, and the clear water flowed eastward. The green hills on both sides are neck and neck, and a boat meets leisurely from the horizon.
15, Li Bai, white hair and three thousands of feet in Qiupu Songtang, the fate seems to be long. I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror.
3. Pupils must recite ten ancient poems in the third grade (1) "Ode to Goose" (Tang) Luo Wangbin
Goose Goose, Xiang Tiange.
White hair floating green water, red palm clear waves.
"Spring Dawn" (Tang) Meng Haoran
I awake light-hearted this morning of spring, birds are everywhere.
When the storm comes at night, little is known about flowers.
"Mountain Residence in Memory of My Shandong Brothers" (Tang) Wang Wei
I am alone in a foreign land and a stranger. Every good day, I will think twice about my loved ones.
Far away, I know that my brother climbs high and there is one person missing from the dogwood.
Quiet night thinking (Tang) Li Bai
There is a bright moon in front of the bed, and there is frost on the ground.
Look up at the moon, bow your head and miss your hometown.
"Jueju" (Tang) Du Fu
Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky.
The window contains a thousand miles of autumn snow in Xiling, and the door moors Wan Li ships.
Night parking near Fengqiao (Tang)
The moon is in the sky, first frost is in the sky, and Jiang Feng sleeps with a fire.
Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City arrives at the passenger ship at midnight.
Wandering son (Tang Dynasty) Meng Jiao
A loving mother has a midline and a wandering son's clothes.
I'm afraid I'll be late when I leave.
An inch of grass speaks, three wisps of spring.
Bai Juyi's Farewell to Fude Ancient Grass (Tang Dynasty)
The boundless grass overflows the plain, year after year.
Wildfire never quite consumes them, the spring breeze is blowing again.
The distant party invaded the ancient road and reached the crumbling gate.
I sent Wang Sun away again, full of special feelings.
(Tang) in "kindness"
After cutting the grain at noon, sweat dripped down the soil.
Who knows that every meal in the plate is bitter.
On the Mountain (Tang) Du Mu
Away from the cold mountain, the stone path is oblique, and there are families in Bai Yunsheng.
Stop and sit in the maple grove late, and the frost leaves are red in February.
"Village Residence" (Qing) Gao Ding
In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.
The children came home early from school, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.
4. What are the poems suitable for reading in grade three? The following poems are suitable for reading in grade three for reference: 1 "This is everything", not all trees are broken by storms; Not all seeds can't find the soil to take root; Not all true feelings are lost in the desert of people's hearts, and not all dreams are willing to be broken.
No, not everything, just like you said! Not all flames only burn themselves without illuminating others; Not all the stars only indicate the night and don't report the dawn; Not all songs are ignored by ears. No, not everything is like you said! Not all appeals went unanswered; Not all losses can't be compensated; Not all abyss is doomed; Not all destruction covers the weak; Not all souls can step on the mud under their feet; Not all the consequences are tears and blood stains, not smiles.
All the present breeds the future, and all the future grows in yesterday. Hope and fight for him, please put it all on your shoulders.
2. "Wild flowers on the hillside" Wild flowers are in full bloom, and flowers all over the mountains are like the lips of spring to the sky. A teenager is singing. Who can hear the vague lyrics clearly? The wild flowers on the hillside, this small, broken color, seem to be fragments of time flowing out of cracks in spring. This heartbreaking beauty is even a little beautiful. Wild flowers in the sun, wild flowers in the rain, on this mountain, no regrets. Who has seen such a scene if he has no comfort in roaming? If his pain is getting lighter and lighter, who can face the wild flowers on this hillside calmly? The wind is blowing.
The sound of the wind and the sun are intertwined. Who is not whipped by the whip of all things? The lost will disappear forever, and I will continue to travel on the earth. Who knows the secret of wild flowers? My tears will soon disappear, how can I come out? I don't know if I can. 3. "Believe in the future" When the cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove, when the smoke of ashes sighed with poverty, I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment and wrote with beautiful snowflakes: I believe that when my purple grapes turn into dew in the late autumn of the future, when my flowers snuggle up to other people's feelings, I still stubbornly write on the desolate land with frosted vines: I believe that I will open the sky with my hands in the future. I want to use that warm and beautiful hand holding the sun, shaking the pen of dawn, and writing with a child's pen: I firmly believe that the future is the eyes of people who believe in the future. She has eyelashes that brush away the dust of history, and she has pupils that can see through the chapters of the years. No matter people are worried about our rotting bodies, those lost sorrows and the pain of failure, they are moved to tears and deeply sympathize. Or with a contemptuous smile and bitter ridicule. I firmly believe that people will give warm, objective and fair comments on our backbone, countless explorations, lost ways, failures and successes. Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their evaluation friends, firmly believe in the future, indomitable efforts, youth who overcomes death, the future and love life. 4. The morning wind on campus took away the snoring at night.
Big sister walked into the campus with her schoolbag on her back, talking and laughing with her classmates. Eldest brother ran into the campus, holding a snack in his hand and eating it with relish.
Pupils skipped into the campus, carrying colorful schoolbags and playing games with their classmates. Beautiful class music sounded, just like an oriole singing. The students entered the classroom in an orderly way, and the campus echoed with the sound of reading.
The teacher hurried into the classroom, with thick handouts in his hand, which brought rich knowledge to the students and a new day began. 5. "Teacher's Smile" A teacher's smile is a sail in the wind. Without wind, there is no boat to sail. Without dew, there is no reflection of sunlight. The teacher's smile is the candy in the students' hearts. Without sugar, there is no sweetness in the export. A teacher's smile is a kite in a dream. Without dreams, there would be no kite flying so high and so far.
Skills of expanding reading materials 1. First, avoid "affectation". Poetry reading, like other reading methods, should be natural and must not be influenced.
2. Although the emotion of poetry is stronger than other styles, it still comes from the heart. To memorize a poem well, we must first read it carefully and understand the author's feelings.
Then, try to arouse * * * and make your feelings close to the author's feelings. Only in this way can our recitation successfully reproduce the author's emotions.
The audience will sound "natural". 3. If the reader doesn't understand the author's emotion but only "estimates" the author's emotion, it is easy to lose proper limit.
Without an internal emotional foundation, only relying on skills to support, the audience will inevitably feel "influenced". In fact, the most important thing is confidence.
My son is now in the third grade and wants to take part in the school's ancient poetry reading contest. He asked me to find him 50 old ones moored at the foot of Beibao Mountain, Wang Wan, and we got off at the blue mountain in zig zag, me and my boat, 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. Xijiangyue Xin Qiji moon surprises magpies, and the breeze chirps in the middle of the night.
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 Xitou. Although the tortoise lives long, there are still times when the tortoise lives long.
A poisonous snake flew in the fog and was finally covered with dust. The old horse crouches, aiming at thousands of miles; The martyrs were full of courage in their later years.
The surplus and contraction period is not only in the sky; Blessings that nourish grace can last forever. I am glad to use this poem to express my inner desire.
A Buddhist retreat behind the Broken Mountain Temple is often built in pure mornings, close to the ancient temple, and the early sunshine points to the treetops. A winding path leads to a hidden place, and the Buddhist temple is surrounded by branches and flowers.
Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond. A thousand voices were quiet, but the bell rang.
It is said that Wang Changling moved to the left of Longbiao kiln, which sent Huayang into the sub-gauge, and Wendao Longdu five streams. I entrust my sad thoughts to the moon, hoping to accompany you to the west of Yelang.
It is not difficult for Yang Wanli, a paint shop in Song Yuanchen, to go down the mountain without Mo Yan and earn empty love from pedestrians. When you enter the circle of high mountains, as soon as you climb one mountain, another mountain will stop you immediately. Miscellaneous Poems in the Mountains See smoke in the mountains and sunset in the bamboo.
Birds fly happily to the eaves and white clouds float out of the window. Emei Mountain Moon White Emei Mountain Mid-Autumn Festival, shadow into Pingqiang water.
In the evening, Qingxi went to the Three Gorges, but the four gentlemen did not see Yuzhou. On the spring night in Los Angeles, I heard the flute and Li Bai's Yu Di dancing in the dark, and the spring breeze filled Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick. Wei Wuying, who lives in Chuzhou, lives by a secluded grass stream, and orioles sing in the trees.
Spring tides bring rain late and rush, and there is no boat for the wild crossing. Send Che Ling to Liu Changqing, and from the temple, deep in its tender bamboo, there comes the deep sound of the evening bell.
The sunset with a hat gradually returned to Qingshan. In Huangmei season in Zhao Shixiu, it rains at home, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond.
It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess pieces bored and shook the wick of an oil lamp. What about Wang Fu and Tang Daizong Fu? 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. Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes. ..
Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet. The hope of spring Du Fu, though a leopard cannot change his spots, has a long history of mountains and rivers.
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. Du Fu, an official in the stone trench, threw himself into the stone trench village at dusk, and an official 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. Sun Youmu didn't go, and he didn't wear clothes in and out.
Although an old woman is weak, please come back at night. If you are in a hurry to serve Shirley in the river and Yang, you might as well prepare the meal in the morning.
The night is long and silent, like crying and choking. Dawn will rise into the future, leaving the old man alone.
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.
Wang Wei's bicycle is another 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. Xiao Guan rides it every time, and it is protected in Yanran.
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.
Traveling in Shanxi Village, Lu You doesn't laugh at farmers' wine. In good years, you can raise enough chickens and dolphins. 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.
Xiao Gu followed the Spring Club and dressed simply and quaint. In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane.
Han Yuefu folk songs are sung in Qingyuan, sunflowers and morning dew waiting for 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. A hundred rivers go east to the sea, when will they return to the west?
A lazy youth, a lousy age. Looking high at the wild, what does the migration depend on? Trees are all autumn colors, and mountains and hills just shine.
The shepherd brought the calf back, hunted horses and brought birds back. Care for no acquaintances, Long song pregnant with Cai Wei.
On the early cold river, Huainan geese fell on Meng Haoran, and the water was cold with the north wind. 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.
Dongting Lake's letter to the Prime Minister Haoran is here for the eighth month, and heaven is 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.
The Yellow Crane Tower, the place where the Yellow Crane carried the saints to heaven a long time ago, Cui Hao, is now the only place left. The yellow crane never returned to earth.
Baiyun will always fly without him. 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. Li Bai bid farewell to his friends, with blue mountains in the north and white water in the east.
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. Liu Yuxi's autumn poems have been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than 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 Mei Yao Chen is comfortable in Shan Ye, 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.
I can't see any buildings or smoke, so I can't help wondering if there are people living in the mountains. Just then, I suddenly heard a crow crowing on the distant mountain. 1 1 on the 4th of the month, it was stormy, and I was lying in a remote village without feeling sorry for myself. I'm still thinking about becoming a 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. The blue buds under the Sushi Mountain in Huanxi are short immersed in the stream, and the sand road between the pines is clean and mud-free, and the rustling rain cries.
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! Reward Lotte Yangzhou for meeting the bleak land of Bashan Chushui at first, and abandoned it in 23 years.
People come back. Like people in Michelle, I can only play the flute, and I am disappointed. On one side of the boat, Qian Fan races; At the head of the sick tree, every year is a spring shower.
Today, listen to you sing a song, drink a glass of wine and cheer up. Du Mu of Chibi lost his halberd and sank his sand iron, but he never sold it, so he washed it and recognized the former dynasty.
If the east wind is not convenient for Zhou Yu, I'm afraid the outcome will be Cao Cao's victory and Er Qiao's detention in Tongquetai. Life in Wen Tianxiang is hard, and there are few stars around.
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. When does Su Shi, the head of water diversion, have a bright moon? Ask about Sky Wine.
I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight? I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance to find the shadow, what is it like! The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self.
The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
Mountain slope sheep Tongguan nostalgic Zhang Qunfeng like gathering, waves like anger, Tongguan mountains and rivers inside and outside. Hope.
6. The third grade of People's Education Edition, the first volume of ancient poetry and poetry, the first volume of Daquan Primary School, the third grade: see the rustling leaves in Ye Shaoweng's book at night and the autumn wind on the river.
I know that children choose to promote weaving, and a lamp fell on the fence at night. I miss my brothers in Shandong on vacation in the mountains. Wang Wei is a stranger and misses his relatives every holiday.
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, Li Bai and Tianmen in the Tang Dynasty cut off the Chu River, and Higashi Shimizu flowed back here. The green hills on both sides of the strait are opposite, and the sails come alone. After drinking all the water on the lake, the rain (Northern Song Dynasty) made Su Shi's water clear and clear, and the mountains were empty and rainy.
I want to compare the West Lake to Volume II: 1, and Yongliu (Tang) He Biyu made a tapestry of trees with green silk. I don't know who cut the beautiful leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. 2. In the spring (Song), Zhu Shengtian looked for the fragrant shore, and the vast scene was new.
Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere. 3, (Tang) Tanabata tonight, leading the cow and the weaver girl across the bridge.
Every family watches the autumn moon, and every family wears HongLing. 4, Chang 'e (Tang) Li Shangyin mica screen candle shadow is deep, the long river gradually falls and the stars sink.
Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night.
7. The fifth volume of all the ancient poems learned in the third grade of primary school. Looking for flowers by the river (Tang Du Fu) Huang Si's maiden is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers are low.
The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily. Chrysanthemum (Tang Yuanzhen) is more and more inclined around the fence like a Taoist priest in autumn.
It is not that chrysanthemums are full of love, but this flower is even more flowerless. 2 1 There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I hear a voice.
The sunshine there, entering a small forest, has to shine on the moss. Fishermen on the river (Song Fan Zhongyan) come and go on the river, but they love the beauty of perch.
Look at those poor fishermen, floating up and down in the big waves and rocking in the boats. The owner of Furong Mountain (Evergreen, Liu Tang) stayed in the snow, Cangshan Mountain was far away at dusk, it was freezing in the cold, and the house was poor.
Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night. In the third issue of the sixth volume of this book, the four seasons' pastoral variety (Song Fan Chengda) performed hemp at sunrise night, and the children in the village took charge of each other.
Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees. Tong Diao (Don) A little boy with long hair learned to hang a bow, and the raspberry moss beside him reflected his body.
Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by. 17, sitting alone in Jingting Mountain (Tang Libai), the birds are high and the lonely clouds walk alone.
You look at me, I look at you, and there are only my eyes and Jingting Mountain's eyes. Sleeping at Jiande River at night (Tang Meng Haoran) When my boat was sailing in the fog, the day was getting dark and the old memories began.
The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon. What I saw in the book on the night of the boat (Qing Cha) was a fishing lamp in the dark and windy moon, and a small firefly was lonely.
Slight wind and waves, scattered like river stars.