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Chinese Book 1:

Ode to Goose

Tang Luobin Wang

Goose Goose,

Xiang Tiange.

white hair floats green water,

Anthurium stirs clear waves.

show kindness to farmers

Li Shen in Tang Dynasty

Mow the grain in the afternoon,

Sweat drops the grain into the soil.

who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard

.

thinking in a quiet night

Tang Li Bai

so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed,

could there have been a frost already?.

lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight,

sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home.

Chinese book 2:

Cao

Tang Bai Juyi

boundless grasses over the plain,

come and go with every season.

wildfire never quite consumes them,

they are tall once more in the spring wind.

chun Xiao

Tang Meng Haoran

I awake light-hearted this morning of spring,

everywhere round me the singing of birds.

but now I remember the night, the storm,

and I wonder how many blossoms were broken.

Gulang travels on the moon

Tang Li Bai

is ignorant of the moon, and

is called Bai Yupan.

I'm also suspicious of Yao Tai Jing,

flying at the end of Qingyun Mountain.

at heron lodge

Tang Wang Zhihuan

The mountains are near by day, and and oceans drain the golden river

.

but you widen your view three hundred miles,

by going up one flight of stairs.

a note left for an absent ecluse

Tang Jia Dao

when I questioned your pupil, under a pine-tree,

"My teacher," he answered, "went for herbs".

but toward which corner of the mountain,

how can I tell, through all these clouds?.

Chinese book 3:

showing kindness to farmers (2)

Li Shen in Tang Dynasty

planted a millet in spring,

harvested ten thousand seeds in autumn.

There are no idle fields in the four seas,

Farmers still starve to death.

Silkworm wife

Song Zhangyu

entered the city yesterday, and

came back with tears in her face.

those who are covered with Luo Qi are not sericulturists.

Overnight in the Mountain Temple

Tang Li Bai

The dangerous building is 1 feet high,

You can pick the stars with your hands.

Don't speak loudly,

I'm afraid I'll surprise people.

Jiang Xue

Tang Liu Zongyuan

a hundred mountains and no bird,

a thousand paths without a footprint.

a little boat, a bamboo cloak,

an old man fishing in the cold river-snow.

Plum blossoms

Wang Anshi of Song Dynasty

There are several plums in the corner, and

Ling Han blooms alone.

knowing from afar is not snow,

only dimfragrance comes.

Chinese Book IV:

Xiaochi

Song Yang Wanli

The spring eyes are silent and cherish the trickle,

The green shade shines on the water and loves the sunny and soft.

Xiao-he just showed his sharp horns.

Dragonflies have stood on his head long ago.

chanting willows

He Zhizhang of Tang Dynasty

Jasper was dressed as a tree, and

ten thousand green silk tapestries hung down.

I don't know who cut the green leaves,

February spring breeze is like scissors.

Village residence

Qinggaoding

The grass grows long and the warblers fly in February,

The willows on the dike are drunk with spring smoke.

Children come back early from school,

They are busy flying kites in the east wind.

Chinese Book V:

Looking for flowers by the river

Du Fu in Tang Dynasty

The flowers in Huangsi's maiden are full of exotic flowers,

Thousands of flowers are low.

butterflies dance all the time,

free eagles just crow.

Chrysanthemum

Tang Yuanzhen

Autumn bushes are like Taoists,

The edges around them are getting more and more inclined.

It's not that chrysanthemum is preferred among flowers,

This flower is even more flowerless.

Climbing to Feilai Peak

Wang Anshi of Song Dynasty

Flying to Chihiro Tower on the mountain,

I heard that the cock crows and the sun rises.

Don't be afraid of clouds to cover your eyes,

You are at the highest peak.

Lu Chai

Tang Wangwei

there seems to be no one on the empty mountain,

and yet I think I hear a voice.

where sunlight, entering a grove,

shines back to me from the green moss.

fishermen on the river

Song Fan Zhongyan

people on the river,

but they love the beauty of perch.

Look at a leaf boat,

It's in a storm.

The owner of Furong Mountain in every snow

Tang Liu Changqing

Cangshan Mountain is far away at dusk,

It's cold and the house is poor.

Chai Men smells dogs barking, and

he returns home in the stormy night.

On January Day

Wang Anshi

In the sound of firecrackers, one year old is removed, and

Spring breeze sends warmth into Tu Su.

every family is busy,

always changing new peaches into old ones.

Book 6 of Chinese:

Four seasons are full of pastoral excitement

Fan Chengda in Song Dynasty

plowed the fields in the daytime and worked hard at night, and

the children in the village took charge of their own affairs.

children and grandchildren are not ready for farming and weaving, and

they also learn to grow melons by mulberry shade.

children fishing

Tang Huling

a young boy with a hairy head learns to hang on to the bow, and

sitting on the side of the raspberry moss reflects himself.

Passers-by waved at a distance by asking questions, and

The fish was too scared to respond to people.

among the three thoroughfares,

once upon a time in the Song Dynasty

the plum blossom turned yellow and the sun shone, but

the stream was full of water but it traveled in the mountains.

the green shade does not reduce the road,

it adds four or five orioles.

Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain

Tang Li Bai

Birds fly high, and

Lonely clouds go to leisure alone.

I never get tired of looking at each other.

There is only Jingting Mountain.

a night-mooring on the jiande river

Tang Meng Haoran

while my little boat moves on its mooring of mist,

and daylight wanes, old memories begin.

how wide the world was, how close the trees to heaven,

and how clear in the water the nearness of the moon!.

what you can see in the boat night book

It's clear in Cha Shenxing

It's dark in the moon, and

It's a little lonely.

a slight wind and waves,

scattered as a river star.

Send Yuan Er's envoy Anxi

Tang Wangwei

Weicheng is rainy and dusty,

The guest house is green and willow-colored.

I advise you to have a glass of wine.

There is no reason to go to Yangguan in the west.

Chinese Book VII:

quatrains

Du Fu in Tang Dynasty

Two orioles sing green willows, and

a line of egrets fly into the sky.

The window contains autumn snow in Xiling,

The Dongwu Wan Li boat is moored at the gate.

early arrival of Baidi City

Tang Li Bai

farewell to Baidi amid colorful clouds,

a thousand miles of Jiangling will be returned in one day.

There are endless cries of apes on both sides of the strait.

The canoe has crossed Chung Shan Man.

at chuzhou on the western stream

Tang Wei Yingwu

lives alone in the secluded grass stream, and

there are orioles singing in the deep trees.

The spring tide brings rain late and comes in a hurry,

No one will cross the boat in the wild.

Looking at Lushan Waterfall

Tang Li Bai

The incense burner in Rizhao produces purple smoke,

Looking at the waterfall hanging in Qianchuan from a distance.

It's flying down three thousands of feet,

It's suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days.

Mountain Walk

Tang Du Mu

It's far from Hanshan Mountain, and the stone path is oblique.

There are people in Bai Yunsheng.

Stop and sit in the maple grove late,

Frost leaves are red in February flowers.

on the mountain holiday thinking of my brothers in shandong

Tang Wangwei

Being a stranger alone in a foreign land,

I miss my family more often during festivals.

if you know where your brother is climbing,

there is one less person who is planting dogwood everywhere.

qingpingle

song Xin qiji

the eaves of the grass are low and small, and

the grass is green on the stream.

When you are drunk, Wu Yin and Xiang Mei are good,

When you are white-haired, you will never be happy.

Big son hoes the east of Douxi,

Middle son is weaving a chicken coop.

I like children's hooligans best,

I lie on the stream and peel the lotus.

Chinese book 8:

Hui Chong Chunjiang Night Scene

Song Sushi

Peach blossoms outside the bamboo,

Duck Prophet of Chunjiang Water Heating.

Artemisia selengensis has short reed buds all over the ground, and

it's just when the puffer fish wants to go up.

Jiang Nanchun

Tang Du Mu

Thousands of miles of yingti are green and red, and

Shuicun Shanguo is full of wine flags.

Four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties,

How many towers are in the misty rain.

the four seasons are full of pastoral excitement

Fan Chengda in Song Dynasty

Plums are golden and apricots are fat,

Wheat flowers are white and cauliflower is rare.

No one has ever crossed the fence,

Only dragonflies and butterflies fly.

like a dream

Song Qingzhao

often remembers the sunset in the Xiting,

drunk and doesn't know the way home.

when you are prosperous, you will return to the boat in the evening, and

you will go astray into the depths of lotus flowers.

struggle for crossing,

struggle for crossing,

a beach of gulls and herons started.

To Wang Lun

Tang Li Bai

Li Bai was about to go in a boat when

he suddenly heard the singing on the shore.

Peach Blossom Pond is deep in thousands of feet,

Not as good as Wang Lun's!

Yellow Crane Tower a farewell to meng haoran on his way to yangzhou

Tang Li Bai

An old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west,

Fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.

The lonely sail is far from the sky, and the blue sky is empty.

Only the Yangtze River flows in the sky.

writing a book when I return home

Tang He Zhizhang

left home when he was young, and

the local accent didn't change his hair.

When children meet strangers,

Laugh and ask where the visitors come from.

Chinese Book 9:

Looking at Tianmen Mountain

Tang Li Bai

Tianmen interrupted the opening of the Chu River,

Clear water flowed eastward to this place.

the green hills on both sides of the strait are opposite each other, and

a solitary sail is coming from the sun.

Title Xilin Wall

Song Sushi

Seen from the side of the ridge, it becomes a peak,

The distance is different.

I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain,

I only live in this mountain.

what I saw in the night book

Ye Shaoweng in the Song Dynasty

The rustling leaves send the cold,

The autumn wind on the river moves the guests.

I know that there are children who pick and promote weaving.

A light shines on the fence at night.

a night-mooring near maple bridge

Tang Zhangji

frosty night,

Jiang Feng caught fire and fell asleep.

Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City,

The bell rings at midnight to the passenger ship.

Don't be big

Tang Gaoshi

A thousand miles away, it's sunny in Huang Yun,

The north wind blows geese and snow in succession.

Mochow has no bosom friend in the future,

Everyone in the world knows you.

Mujiang Yin

Tang Baijuyi

A setting sun is spreading in the water,

Half the river is rustling and half the river is red.

poor September third night,

dew is like a pearl moon like a bow.

forget the snow in the south

Tang Zu Yong

see how Zhongnan Mountain soars,

with its white top over floating clouds.

and a warm sky opening at the snow-line,

while the town in the valley grows colder and colder

Book 1 of Chinese:

Remembering Jiangnan

Tang Bai Juyi

Jiangnan is good,

I have known the scenery before.

At sunrise, the river is more red than fire,

In spring, the river is as green as blue.

can you not remember Jiangnan?

Yu Gezi

Tang Zhang Zhihe

Egrets fly in front of the Cisse Mountain,

Peach blossoms and flowing water make mandarin fish fat.

green bamboo hat,

green hemp fiber,

oblique wind and drizzle don't need to return.

it's not worth going to the park

Ye Shaoweng of Song Dynasty

should have pity on the tusks and seal the moss,

Xiao Kou Chai Fei won't leave for a long time.

The garden can't be closed in spring, and

an almond comes out of the wall.

after the rain in Chu Qing on the drinking lake,

Song Sushi

The water is bright and sunny,

The mountains are empty and misty, and the rain is strange.

If you want to compare the West Lake to the West Lake,

It is always appropriate to make up lightly.

Seeing Lin Zifang off at dawn in Jingci Temple

Song Yangwanli

After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of the West Lake

is different from that at four o'clock.

The lotus leaves are infinitely bright in the next day, and

The lotus flowers reflecting the sun are different in color.

Sauvignon Blanc

Qingnalanxingde

Mountain ride,

Water ride,

Head for Yuguan.

a thousand lights at night.

when the wind changes,

when the snow changes,

the dream of homesickness will not be shattered.

there is no such sound in my hometown.

Xijiangyue

walks in the middle of Huangsha Road at night

Song Xin Qiji

The bright moon surprises the magpies, and the breeze sings cicadas in the middle of the night.

There is a good harvest in the fragrance of rice,

Listen to frogs.

Seven or eight stars are out of the sky,

It rains before the mountain at two or three o'clock.

In the old days, at the edge of the forest in Maodian Community,

I suddenly saw the road turning into a stream bridge.

Chinese Book 11:

Mo Mei

Yuan Wang Mian

The trees near my home in Xiyan Lake,

The flowers are blossoming with light ink marks.

Don't be boasted of the good color,

Just leave the fresh air full of dried Kun.

Bamboo stone

Qing Zheng Xie

insists that the green hills are not relaxed,

the roots are originally in the broken rocks.

you are still strong after thousands of blows,

you can let the wind blow from east to west, from north to south.

Lime songs

Brightness is better than modesty

Deep mountains are hewn out with a thousand hammers,

If the fire burns, it will be idle.

I'm not afraid of being smashed to pieces.

I want to keep my innocence in the world.

Boarding Guazhou

Wang Anshi of Song Dynasty

Guazhou in Jingkou is a water room,

Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains.

The spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan.

When will the bright moon shine on me?

You Zi Yin

Tang Meng Jiao

the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother,

makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy.

carefully she sews and thoroughly she mends,

dreading the delays that will keep him late from home.

but how much love has the inch-long grass,

won the third spring festival.

Bodhisattva Man

Writing about the stoma wall in Jiangxi

Song Xin Qiji

Yugu Platform Xiaqing River,

How many pedestrians shed tears in the middle.

Looking at Chang 'an in the northwest,

There are countless poor mountains.

Castle Peak can't be covered,

After all, it flows east.

The river is worried at night,

The partridges are heard in the mountains.

Chinese book 12:

divination operator

Yongmei

Mao Zedong in December, 1961

The wind and rain sent the spring home,

the flying snow ushered in the spring.

It's already a hundred feet of ice on the cliff, and

there are still beautiful flowers.

Qiao doesn't fight for spring,

Only spring comes.

when the flowers are blooming,

she laughs in the bushes.

divination operator

Yongmei

Song Luyou

The bridge was broken outside the post,

Lonely.

It's dusk alone, and

it's windy and rainy.

I don't mean to struggle for spring,

every group of people is jealous.

bits and pieces are turned into mud and ground into dust,

only the fragrance remains the same.

Bodhisattva Man

Dabaidi

In the summer of 1933, Mao Zedong was

red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple,

Who danced with colored exercises?

after the rain, the sun sets again, and

the mountain is covered with grey.

In those days, the battle was urgent, and

the bullet hit the front wall of the village.

Decorate this mountain,

It looks better today.

Show your son

Song Luyou

When you die, you know everything is empty,

but you are sad to see Kyushu.

Central Plains Day is set in Julian Waghann, and

Family sacrifices are told without forgetting.

both sides of the yellow river recaptured by the imperial army

Tang Du Fu

news at this far western station! The north has been recaptured!,

at first I cannot check the tears from pouring on my coat.

where is my wife and my son? Little sorrow on their face.,

yet crazily I pack my books and poems.

and loud my song and deep my drink,

on the green spring-day that starts me home.

back from this mountain, past another mountain,

up from the south, north again-to my own town!.

Long songs

Kwai in Qingqing Garden,

Morning dew waiting for the sun.

Budeze in Yangchun,

Everything is brilliant.

I'm always afraid that autumn will come, and

the leaves of baked Huanghua will decline.

a hundred rivers go east to the sea,

when will they return to the west?

if a young man doesn't work hard,

an old man is sad.

out of the fortress

Wang Changling in the Tang Dynasty

Mingyue in the Qin Dynasty and Shanhaiguan in the Han Dynasty,

People from the Long March have not been returned.

but make the Dragon City fly,

don't teach Huma to cross the Yinshan Mountain.

seven-step poem