The first volume of second-grade ancient poetry

1, "To Liu Jingwen" Author: Su Shi (Song Dynasty poet)

The lotus flower withered, so did the lotus leaf holding the rain, and only the branches of chrysanthemum stood proudly against the frost.

You must remember the best scenery in a year, which is in the late autumn and early winter of orange and green.

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Lotus leaves are destroyed, and leaves and roots like umbrellas are no longer as slender as in summer; The chrysanthemums have withered, but the tall and straight chrysanthemum branches in Ao Shuang are still full of vitality in the cold wind. Don't think that the good scenery of a year will be swept away. You must remember that the most beautiful scenery is when the oranges are yellow and green in late autumn and early winter.

2, "Hiking" Author: Du Mu (Tang Dynasty poet)

As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng.

Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

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In late autumn, the winding path on the mountain is secluded. There are several families in the misty land. I couldn't help but stop the car, because the beautiful scenery of Fenglin really attracted me tonight. Frosted maple leaves are redder than flowers in February.

4, "Hometown Lianshu" Author: He (Tang Dynasty poet)

I have been away from my hometown for many years, and I have been half-dead recently.

Only in front of Jinghu Lake, the spring breeze does not change the waves of the past.

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I went out when I was young and didn't go back to my hometown until my twilight years. My accent hasn't changed, but my temples are gray. All the children saw me and no one knew me; They smiled and asked each other: Where did this guest come from?

5, "To Wang Lun" Author: Li Bai (Tang Dynasty poet)

Li Bai was just about to leave when he heard a farewell song from the shore.

Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.

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Li Bai was about to leave when he heard a farewell song from the shore. Even if the Peach Blossom Lake reaches thousands of feet, it can't compare with Wang Lun's Farewell to Me.