What are the poems, urgent, urgent, urgent?

The first volume of the first grade of primary school: quiet night thinking; Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night: Li Bai's thoughts are shining so brightly at the foot of my bed; Is there frost already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. Volume 2: Xiao Chun Meng Haoran, who lives in Gaoding, what I saw: Yuan Mei, Xiaochi Yang Wanli and Xiao Chun (Meng Haoran) I woke up briskly in the spring morning, and birds were singing everywhere. How many flowers fall after a stormy night. The village lives in Gaoding grass, and in February, the long warblers fly and the willows are drunk. The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind. The shepherd boy in Yuan Mei rides a yellow ox and sings loudly. Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently. Yang Wanli's eyes in the pond are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the sun and is soft. The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head. The first volume of the second grade of primary school: Su Shi in Liu Jingwen, Du Mu in Mountain Walking, He and Wang Lun were given to Su Shi in Liu Jingwen by Li Bai. There is no rain curtain, and there are branches of Ao Shuang in the chrysanthemum. You must remember the best scenery in a year, which is in the late autumn and early winter of orange and green. Tu Mu, a mountain walker, is far away in Hanshan. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. He has been away from home for many years, and he has been tired recently. Only in front of Jinghu Lake, the spring breeze does not change the waves of the past. A gift for Wang Bai was about to take a boat when he suddenly heard a song on the shore. Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love. Volume II: Grass by Bai Juyi, Xugongdian in Xincheng by Yang Wanli, Wanglushan Waterfall by Li Bai and Jueju by Du Fu. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey. I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection. The hedges of Yang Wanli in Xugong Hall in the new city are scattered all the way, and the flowers on the trees are not shaded. The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again. Looking at Lushan Waterfall, Li Bai's Rizhao incense burner gives off purple smoke, and looks at thousands of waterfalls. On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth. Du Fu, two orioles singing green willows, and a group of egrets flying into the sky. My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door oft said "goodbye" to the eastbound boat. The first volume of the third grade of primary school: Ye Shaoweng in the night book, Wang Wei in the Shandong brothers on September 9, Li Bai in Wangtianmen Mountain, and the rain and Chu Qing after drinking on the lake. Su Shi's night book shows Ye Shaoweng's cold voice 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 clear water on the lake, it began to rain (Northern Song Dynasty), Su Shi's water was bright and sunny, and the mountains were empty and rainy. If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate. Volume 2: He, Zhu, Zhou, Chang 'e, Li Shangyin, Liu He and Jasper, dressed as a tree, hung with ten thousand green silk tapestries. I wonder who cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. In spring, Zhu Shengri looks for the waterfront, and the vast scene is new for a while. Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere. Tang watched Tanabata tonight and led the Cowherd and Weaver Girl across the river bridge. Every family watches the autumn moon, and every family wears HongLing. The sound of mica screen in Changshang has a deep shadow, the long river is gradually falling and the stars are sinking. 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 of primary school: Su Shi, Lu You, bid farewell to Meng Haoran, Yellow Crane Tower, Li Bai, Wang Wei, Tixilinbi and Su Shi on the way to Yangzhou. It looks like a mountain peak on the side of the mountain, with different heights. I can't recognize the true face of Lushan Mountain because I am there. 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. The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply. In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane. On the way to bid Meng Haoran farewell to Yangzhou, the Yellow Crane Tower was sent by Li Bai's old friend, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. 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. The second envoy sent Yuan, Anxi Wang Wei Acropolis, raining and dusting, and the guest house was green and willow-colored. I advise you to have a glass of wine. There is no reason not to go out. Volume 2: Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain, Li Bai, looking at Dongting Lake, Liu Yuxi, remembering Jiangnan, Bai Juyi, April in the countryside, and the pastoral seasons, Fan Chengda, Yuge, Zhang, sitting alone in Jingting Mountain, Li Bai's birds are high and lonely. You look at me, I look at you, and there are only my eyes and Jingting Mountain's eyes. Looking at Dongting Lake, Liu Yuxi, the lake and the autumn moon are in harmony, the pool surface is windless and the mirror surface is not polished. Looking at Dongting Mountain in the distance, there is a green snail in the silver plate. I recall that the chrysanthemum in Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is old and familiar. When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan? In April in the countryside, all the mountains and plains in Weng Juan are green, and it is raining like smoke in the sound of Zigui. In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields. In the four seasons, the countryside is full of spring, and the soil paste in Fan Chengda stirs the rain frequently, and all the grass blooms. Out of the house, the boundary is still green and beautiful, and the neighbor's whip bamboo shoots come over the wall. The son of the fisherman, the egrets fly in front of Mount Zhang Xisai, and the peach blossoms are flowing and the mandarin fish are fat. 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. The first volume of the fifth grade of primary school: Boarding Guazhou by Wang Anshi, Qiu Si by Zhang Ji, and Sauvignon Blanc (a mountain ride). Wang Anshi went to Nalanxingde in Guazhou, between the waters of Guazhou in Jingkou, and Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains. Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me? Qiu Si, a native of Luoyang, saw the autumn wind and wanted to find a writer to write a book. 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 is a journey to Nalanxing Deshan, and the water is a journey, and it goes to Guan Yu's side, with thousands of lights at night. 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. Volume 2: Shepherd, Lv Yan, Zhoudu Anren, Yang Wanli, Qingpingle —— Shepherd of Xin Qiji, who lives in a village with a low roof, Lv Yan, spreading grass in the wild for six or seven miles, and the night wind fluttered three or four times. Come back from a full meal at dusk and lie in the moonlight without taking off your hemp fiber. The boat passed Anren (Song Dynasty) and raised two children on a fishing boat in Wanli. They stopped at the flagpole and got on the boat. 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. Xin Qiji lives in Qingpingle Village, with low eaves and green grass beside the stream. 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. Volume XII: Mao Zedong, Yongmei 196 1 year 65438+ February wind and rain to send home the spring, flying snow to welcome the spring. Although the icicles on the cliff are still hanging for miles. There is a sweet flower in it. Joe doesn't fight for spring, he only reports it. When the flowers bloom, she laughs in the bushes. Operator Yongmei Song Lu Yui broke the bridge outside, lonely and empty. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain. Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care. Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual. Bodhisattva Bodhisattva Mao Zedong 1933 Summer is red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple. Who is dancing with color? After the rain, the sun went down again and the mountains were blue. When the fighting was urgent, the village wall was smashed by bullets. Decorate this mountain, it looks better today. Lu You is dead. I know everything is empty, but I am sad to see Kyushu. Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news! Both sides of the Yellow River were recovered by the imperial army. Du Fu-xun of Tang Dynasty is in this distant west station! The north has been recovered! At first, I couldn't stop crying on my coat. Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily. On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine. Come back from this mountain, pass another mountain, go up from the south and then go north-to my own town! . Long song belongs to the Green Garden and sunflowers bask in 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. Outside the Tang Dynasty, Wang Changling, Qin, Mingyue, Han Dynasty, the Long March people did not return. If Wei Qing, who attacked Longcheng, and Li Guang, the flying general, were alive today, the Huns would not be allowed to go south to spend their horses in Yinshan. In the Three Kingdoms, Cao Zhi cooked beans and held them as soup. He thought the fermented beans were juice, but they ran to the bottom of the pot and the beans were crying in the pot. We are born from the same root, so why rush to speculate with each other?