What other ancient poems of China are there in junior high school?

People's Education Edition junior high school Chinese seventh grade first volume ancient poetry must be recited (1), and ancient poetry must be recited in class (Cao Cao's Eastern Han Dynasty). Jieshi in the east is a place to see the sea, where the water is beautiful, the mountains and islands are lush, the trees are lush, the autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rough. Both the star and Han are brilliant. If they are out, it's a good thing that even the songs are dedicated to their ambitions. At the next berth of Beibao Mountain (Wang Wan "Tang"), under the green hills, we meandered forward, and my boat and I followed the green water until the bank expanded at low tide, and no wind stirred my lonely sail ... The night gave way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melted in the freshness. Where can I find hometown books? Geese, return to Luoyang. Spring Tour of Qiantang Lake (Bai Juyi's "Tang") The Gushan Temple in the northwest of Jiating has a flat water surface and low clouds. Several early warblers compete to keep the trees warm, and the new swallows peck at the spring soil. Flowers are more and more attractive, and shallow grass cannot have horseshoes. I love the lack of eastward travel of the lake and the white sand embankment under the shadow of Populus davidiana. Xijiangyue (Xin Qiji's Southern Song Dynasty) The bright moon surprises magpies, and the breeze chirps at midnight. When the road turned to the stream head, I suddenly saw it. Tianjingsha's Yuan (Ma Zhiyuan) is an old tree with withered vines, a small bridge with flowing water, and a thin horse on the old road. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. (2) Ancient Poems at the Back of the Lesson Although the tortoise lived (Cao Cao, Eastern Han Dynasty), there was still a turtle alive. The snake flew in the fog and finally turned to dust. If you are lucky enough to be happy, you can live forever. Fortunately, even if you sing a song to praise your ambition, you will prepare chicken and rice for me through the old people's village (Meng Haoran's Tang). Old friend, you will entertain me at your farm. We will look at the green trees around your village and the pale blue in the remote mountainous areas. We will open your window and cross the garden and field, holding our cups and talking about mulberry and hemp until the holiday in the mountains. I will come back at chrysanthemum time. After breaking the mountain temple, I entered the Buddhist temple (often built "Tang") in in the pure morning, near the old temple, and the morning sun shone high. A winding path leads to a secluded place, of boughs and flowers, to a Buddhist retreat. This mountain is very pleasant. But I heard that Wang Changling moved to the Longbiao kiln on the left and sent this message (Li Bai's Tang). I heard that Huayang fell to the bottom of the discipline, and Daolong crossed the Five Rivers. I send a sad moon, and the wind blows to Yelangxi. A note to a friend in the north on a rainy night (Tang by Li Shangyin) asks about an untimely return, and the rain rises to Qiuchi in the evening. Why * * * want to cut the candle at the west window, but why say it in the rain at night? Stop. There is no choice but to let the flowers fall, as if meeting Yan's return. The fragrant path in the small garden lingers alone. The Qigong Shop for Morning Exercises in the Song and Yuan Dynasties (Yang Wanli's Southern Song Dynasty) is not sad to smoke and go to the mountains, and pedestrians like it. Just entering Wanshan Circle, one mountain blocks one mountain. As a dream (Southern Song Dynasty by Li Qingzhao), I often think of the sunset in Xiting. I am drunk and don't know the way back. I returned to the boat late and strayed into the depths of the lotus. I struggled to cross, and I started a pool of seagulls and herons. When I read (Zhu's Southern Song Dynasty), I was deeply impressed by the opening of a square pond of half an acre, and the sky was high and the clouds were light. I asked about the canal. In order to have flowing water at the source, grade 27 volume (1). In class, the ancient poem "Mulan" (a folk song of the Northern Dynasties) is chirping, and Mulan is weaving at home. I don't smell the loom, but I smell the woman's sigh. I asked the woman what she thought and what she remembered. This woman has no thoughts and no memory. I saw the military post last night. Khan made many soldiers, and there were ten military books. I bought a whip in Beishi. I said goodbye to my parents and stayed by the Yellow River at dusk, but I didn't hear their voices calling for women. Say goodbye to the Yellow River and go to Montenegro at dusk, but I didn't hear my parents calling for a female voice. Wan Li to Rongji, the mountain is flying. The news spread that gold cold light makes iron clothes. Hundreds of generals died in battle, and a strong man returned in ten years. I am willing to send my son back to his hometown. My parents heard that my daughter was coming and went out to help the general. As soon as Sister A heard that Sister Mei was coming, she had to cut her red makeup. I heard that my sister was coming, so I sharpened my knife to pigs and sheep. I opened the door of my East Pavilion, sat on the bed of my West Pavilion, took off my wartime robe, put on old clothes, used my temples as windows, and painted the mirror yellow. When I went out to meet my fire companions, I was surprised and busy: after twelve years of traveling together, I didn't know Mulan was a girl. The male rabbit is confused, and so is the female rabbit. When two rabbits walk side by side, can I tell if I am a male or a female? (2) after class, recite miscellaneous poems in the mountains (Wu Jun's Southern Dynasties). Smoke comes from the mountains and the sunset is seen in the bamboo. Birds fly to the eaves and clouds float out of the window. Zhuliguan (Wang Weitang) I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the lute and humming a song, and my voice was very light. No one could hear me except my companion Mingyue. Emei Mountain Moon Song (Li Baitang) In the first half of the autumn, the Pingqiang River reflected. At night, Qingxi flows to the Three Gorges. Spring breeze scattered in Los Angeles. In this nocturne, everyone can't help but feel homesick. The hometown of Meet the Jingshi (Tang) has a long way to go east, and the sleeves are full of tears. He will meet you right away, without pen and paper, and report peace with your information. Chuzhou (Wei Tang) on Xixi is alone in the grass stream, and there are orioles singing in the trees. Spring tides bring late rain, and there are no boats for field trips. Flowers bloom and fall, and meet you again. I sent Master Linglong (Liu Changqing "Tang") out of the temple. From the depths of the bamboo forest, there was the crooning of the late bell, and the pilgrims' hats went farther and farther down the green hills with the sunset. I invite guests (Zhao Shixiu's Southern Song Dynasty). It rains in Huangmei's house, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. If I don't come after midnight, I'll knock the chess pieces into snuff. On poetry (Zhao Yi's Qing Dynasty), Du Li's poetry has been passed down from mouth to mouth, and it is not new so far. Talent comes from the mountains and rivers, and each leads the way. Endless green spans Qilu and Qilu. The creator has endowed all the mysterious nature here with elegance and? The day immediately enters dawn and dusk. I was born in Ceng Yun, and birds flew back and forth in front of my nervous eyes. Once you climb to the top of the mountain and peek, you will see that all the other mountains look short under the sky. Wang Chun (Du Fu) A leopard cannot change his spots. Spring grass trees are deeper than the city. When you feel tears, you hate leaving the birds. When the fire lasted until March, your letter was worth thousands of dollars. The scratch on the bald head is shorter, and you can't get away with it. Stone moat (Du Fu) threw stones at the village at dusk, and some officials arrested people at night. Why do women cry? Listen to my wife before: Three men are guarding Yecheng. One person attached a book, and two people were newly killed. Those who survive drag out an ignoble existence have been dead for a long time! There is no one in the room except my grandson. My grandson hasn't left yet, and she can't finish wearing her skirt. Although the old woman is weak, please go home at night and wait for the battle of the river day, so she still has to prepare for the morning cooking. The night is silent, as if you were sobbing. At dawn, you will ascend to the future and say goodbye to the old man alone. You will go back to Yuantianju (3) (Tao Yuanming's Eastern Jin Dynasty) and plant beans at the foot of Nanshan. However, the wish has not been violated. It's too late for bicycles on the frontier (Wang Wei's Tang) to ask the frontier, which belongs to the country. It was taken out of Sai Han, and the goose returned to the lake field. The desert is lonely, and the long river sets the yen. While Xiao Guan was waiting to ride a horse, he was guarded by Ran Yan. Seeing off at Jingmen Ferry (Li Bai) Sailing from Jingmen Ferry, you will soon be with people in the south. It is the end of the mountain and the beginning of the plain. The river winds through the wilderness, the moon is lifted like a mirror, the sea clouds twinkle like a palace, and the water brings you a feeling of home and Wan Li. In a good year, there are enough chickens and dolphins to stay. There is no way to recover from the flood, and it is another village with dark flowers. The flute and drum are close to the Spring Club, and the clothes are simple and old. From now on, if you ride leisurely on the moon, you will knock at the door all night. (2) Extracurricular Ancient Poetry (Han Yuefu) In the Qingqing Garden, sunflowers are basking in the sun. In Yangchun Budeze, everything is shining. I am often afraid that autumn festivals will come. Young people don't work hard, but the boss is sad. Wild hope (Wang Ji's "Tang") looks at dusk, why do you migrate? Trees are all autumn, and mountains have only light. The shepherd brought the calf back, hunted horses and brought birds back. They don't know each other. Long song is pregnant with Wei. In the morning, the cold river is pregnant (Meng Haoran's "Tang"), the geese fall south, and the water is cold with a north wind. I remember my home; But the Xiangjiang River is winding and surrounded by clouds in this southern country. Clouds and dreams fog around Yueyang, and if you want to cross without a boat, it is better to sit idle and watch fishermen throw fish. Yellow Crane Tower (Tang Dynasty) There was no Yellow Crane Tower where a yellow crane carried a saint to heaven a long time ago. The yellow crane never revisited earth, white clouds are sky-high. Qingchuan vividly shows Hanyang trees, fragrant grass and parrot island. Where is the sunset village pass? With a sad mist on the river waves, I bid farewell to my friend (Li Bai). There is a blue mountain line in the north and a white water line in the east. Here you must leave me and float away like a loose aquatic plant for hundreds of miles. I will miss you in a floating cloud, so I miss me in the sunset. We waved goodbye, Xiao Xiaoban Ma Ming. Autumn Ci (Liu Yuxi's Tang Dynasty) has been sad and lonely every autumn since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring. A crane in the clear sky goes up to the clouds, which leads to a poem tour of Lushan Mountain (Mei's Northern Song Dynasty). Lin Konglu drinks the stream. What makes people outside the cloud cry? Huanxisha (Su Shi's "Northern Song Dynasty") has orchid buds immersed in the stream, and the sand road between pines is clean and mud-free, and it is raining at dusk. Who says life is not less? The water in front of the door can also flow west! Don't sing white-haired yellow chicken. 1 1 On April 4th, when it was stormy (land patrol), you were lying in a remote village, but you were still thinking about defending the wheel platform for your country. You lie and listen to the wind and rain at night, and the iron horse glacier comes to sleep. Fourth, the second part of the eighth grade (1) gave you a gift at the first meeting in Lotte Yangzhou (Liu Yuxi's "Tang"), and you gave up on yourself for 23 years. You're nostalgic. You heard the flute. Temporarily relying on the spirit of a brewer, Chibi (Du Mu "Tang") lost his halberd, but the sand and iron were not sold. The east wind doesn't follow, and Tongquetai locks Er Qiao in spring. After Ding Dingyang (Wen Tianxiang's Southern Song Dynasty) worked hard, there were few stars around him. The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs. The beach expressed fear, and Ding Dingyang sighed. Ask heaven for wine. I wonder what year tonight is. I want to ride home in the wind, but I'm afraid I'm too cold. Dancing and watching shadows is like being on the earth. Turn to Zhuge, low-lying households, and have no sleep. There should be no hate. Why should you be round when you leave? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of ups and downs, which was difficult to complete in ancient times. I hope that people will live for a long time. Tongguan nostalgia (Zhang Yuan) mountains and peaks gather together, waves are like anger, and mountains and rivers look at Tongguan Road. Looking west, I will hesitate and I will be sad. During the Qin and Han Dynasties, all the palaces were grounded. I am far away from my heart. I picked chrysanthemums under the east fence and saw Nanshan leisurely. The mountains are getting better and better every day, and the birds are coming back ... There is real significance in this, and I have forgotten what I said when I wanted to distinguish them ... (Li Baitang) Pure wine costs a lot, with a gold cup of 10,000 copper and a hip flask, and Pan Yu treasures of 10,000 yuan. I throw away my food sticks and cups. I can't eat or drink. I pull out my dagger. I peep in four directions in vain. I will cross the Yellow River, but the ice blocks the ferry. I will go to Taihang Mountain. I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing towards the sun in a boat. It is difficult to go, traveling is difficult and there are many differences. Straighten my muddy sail and cross the deep sea. The thatched cottage was broken by the autumn wind (Du Tang Fu). In August, the wind howled and three hairs rolled in my house. Mao flew over the river and sprinkled on the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lower one floats and sinks into the pond depression. The children in Nancun bully me, but they can stand being thieves. They openly carried the hair into the bamboo forest, and their lips were so dry that when they came back, they sighed on crutches ... it will definitely get windy soon. There are tens of millions of buildings in Ande, which makes all the poor people in the world very happy! The wind and rain don't move like a mountain? Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone! Bai Xuege bid farewell to Tian Wu Gui (Tang Dynasty). The north wind rolled white grass, and the eight In the snow days were like spring breeze. At night, ten thousand pears were blown away, wet silk curtains were put into the bead curtains, and cold cotton mats were thin. The general's horn bow can't be controlled, and his iron clothes are hard to protect. The vast sea is dry and frozen, and the clouds are bleak. China's army buys wine and drinks, the huqin pipa and the Qiangdi. It rains at night and the red flag can't be turned over. The east gate of Luntai will see you off. He walked into the snowdrift of Tianding Road, and then he disappeared at the corner of the pass, leaving only hoofprint. Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems (Gong Zizhen's Qing Dynasty) is full of sadness and lashes at the end of the world. Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud to protect flowers. (2) The extracurricular part was given to my younger brother (Serina Liu's Eastern Han Dynasty), and the pavilion was loose on the mountain and suffered a stroke in the valley. The wind is surging and the pine branches are vigorous. First frost was miserable and sad. He was going to die at the age of four. Pine and cypress have nature. Farewell, Du Fu, Tang went to his post, separated by the wall of Sanqin, separated by the water of five rivers, and said goodbye. The two officials, who run counter to each other, are rewarded by heaven, so why wander at the fork in the road, and their children * * * touch the towel. Before boarding the Youzhou Taige ("Tang"), they didn't see the ancients, and later they didn't see the newcomers. They read all about the world and wept alone. They sent Yuan Er's special envoy Anxi (Wang). Today hurts my heart even more. Autumn geese are escorting me. I am here facing them and drinking my wine. The bones of great writers are your brushes. In heaven, I grew up by your side. We all aim high and look forward to the moon, but since the water is still flowing, even though we slash it with knives and raise our glasses to sell our worries, it makes them even more sad. Life is not supposed to be on earth, and the Ming dynasty sent a boat out. In the early spring, in the Tianjie of Zhang Shibei (Han Yu) of the Ministry of Water Resources, it was crisp as drizzle, and the grass looked far and near, but there was nothing. The most important benefit is the spring of the year. It's been a long time since I met her, but since we broke up, it's been longer. The east wind is blowing, the flowers are dying, the silkworm in spring will weave until it dies, and the candle will drain the wick every night. In the morning, she sees her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she dares to sing late songs and Pengshan in the moonlight. Oh, bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! . See Huan (Li Yu's "Five Dynasties South Tang Dynasty") went to the West Building without saying a word, and the moon was like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locked in the clear autumn. Constant cutting and chaos are the troubles of parting. Especially the general taste in my heart. I climbed Feilai Peak (Wang Anshi's Northern Song Dynasty) and flew to Chihiro Tower on the mountain. I heard the cock crow and the sun rose. I am not afraid of clouds covering my eyes, so I am at the highest level. I live in Qingpingle Village (Xin Qiji Southern Song Dynasty), with low eaves and green grass by the stream. I'm drunk and have a nice voice, but who has white hair? The eldest son hoes beans and the second son weaves chicken coops. He likes the child to die, and the lotus is peeled off at the head of the stream. 5. The first volume of the ninth grade (1), the ancient poetry in the class looks at Jiangnan (text "Tang") after washing, relying on Wangjianglou alone. After all, Qian Fan isn't, and the oblique view is full of water. Broken-hearted Baipingzhou. The fisherman's proud Qiu Si (Fan Zhongyan's Northern Song Dynasty) blocked the scenery of Qiu Lai. Nobody cares about Hengyang goose. Sounds were heard from all directions. Thousands of miles. The long smoke was cut off from the sunset. A glass of turbid wine was drunk by Wan Li. Ran Yan didn't stop thinking. There is frost everywhere in Guanqiang. People have insomnia. The general's hair is white and his husband is crying. Ginger is out of Michigan. When will the emperor send someone down, like Emperor Han sent Feng Tang to the cloud to pardon Shang Wei? I can bow like a full moon, look to the northwest and shoot at Sirius. Wu Lingchun (Li Qingzhao's Southern Song Dynasty) has made the wind fragrant, and he is tired of combing his hair at night. Everything is impossible for people. I want to cry first. I heard that Shuangxi spring is still good, and I plan to go boating. I'm afraid double happiness can't carry a lot of worries. I'm Chen Tong. (2) Poetry after class, watching wheat cutting (Bai Juyi's "Tang"), the family is idle, and people are twice as busy in May. At night, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow. The mother-in-law is hungry, and the baby is carrying the pot pulp. She went with the soldiers, and Ding Zhuang was in Nangang. She was all rustic and her back was burning with the sun. She was exhausted, but she regretted the long summer. I used to do farm work and mulberry trees. I received 300 stones, which is the surplus grain of Yan years old. I'm ashamed of it, and I can't forget it every day. On the moonlit night (Liu Tang), the moon is deeper and semicircle, and the big dipper withers south. Tonight, I know that spring is warm and insects are fresh through the green screen window. I started collecting priests on the morning of Shangshan (Wen). I am sorry for my hometown. Chickens sing in Maodian, and the moon is deserted. Lonely, lonely. It's dusk, and it's stormy. I have no desire for spring, and everyone is jealous. Scattered into mud, ground into dust, only the fragrance remains unchanged. Swallows come, news agencies come behind, and pears bloom. At three or four o'clock, the pond is full of moss, and there are one or two orioles at the bottom of the leaves, and the sheep are light in the daytime. I smiled at my female companion in the east and took the mulberry path. In the south of the village, the car is ringing in the north. Cow clothes and ancient willows sell cucumbers. When people are sleepy, they thirst for tea in the sun. Knock on the door and ask the savage. The mist of drunken flowers (Li Qingzhao) is thick and gloomy, and the golden beast will disappear forever. There is the Double Ninth Festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is cool in the middle of the night. The wine is placed behind the east fence, with a faint fragrance and sleeves. There's no way to disappear. The curtains are rolled up. Full of scenery, Gu Bei Building. How many things have gone up and down through the ages? You are very long. The Yangtze River stretches as far as the eye can see. You are young and have been fighting in the southeast. Who is the hero in the world? Cao Liu. Having a baby should be like a Sun Zhongmou goat. "Looking back at Mount Li (Zhang Yuan) and looking around Mount Li, where was the luxury at that time?" I saw that the grass was sparse and the water was lingering. I still hate foggy trees. Zhou, Qi, Qin, Han and Chu dynasties all won and turned into dirt. If you lose, you will all become dust. The emperor chanted the trumpet (Wang Pan's Ming). The trumpet is a suona, but the tune is small and the cavity is big. The official ship is in a mess, and the price increase depends on you. The army is worried about the army, but the people are afraid. Where can we tell what is true? Look at some people's stones, so that some people's vitality will be blown away, and the family will be ruined!