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Book one
1 Painting-Wang Wei in Tang Dynasty
From a distance, the mountains are high and the clouds are light, and the colors are bright. When you look closer, you can only hear the sound of water, but there is no sound.
Spring has passed, but there are still many flowers and flowers. People go nearby, but the birds are still not disturbed.
2 Quiet Night Thinking-Tang Libai
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Second book
3 Xiao Chun-Tang Meng Haoran
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
Four Villages —— Gaoding in Qing Dynasty
In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.
The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.
What I See —— Yuan Mei in Qing Dynasty
Cowboys ride on the backs of oxen, and songs echo in the forest.
Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently.
6 Xiaochi-Yang Wanli in Song Dynasty
The silence of spring is because I don't want a long stream of water, and the shadow reflected on the water is like sunny days and breezes.
The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.
Book three
7 to Liu Jingwen-Song Sushi
The lotus flower withered, so did the lotus leaf holding the rain, and only the branches of chrysanthemum stood proudly against the frost.
Good years must be remembered, it is orange.
8 Mountain Tour-[Tang] Du Mu
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.
9 Go back to my hometown to write a book-Don Ho Zhang Zhi
Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed.
When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from.
10 to Wang Lun-Li Bai
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.
Book four
1 1 grass-Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter.
Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
12 checked into Xugong Store in Xinshi-Song Yang Wanli
The hedge is thin and deep, and the flowers at the head of the tree are not shaded. Volume VI The wind is stronger and the snow is heavier. The dream of breaking my hometown has not come true, so there is no such voice in my hometown. The news of this distant western station! The north has been recovered! At first, I couldn't stop crying on my coat. It rains at home in Huangmei season.
2. People's Education Edition Primary School Chinese All Ancient Poems Primary School Grade One Volume: "Silent Night Thinking" Li Bai Silent Night Thinking Li Bai's so bright line is at the foot of my bed, will there be frost already? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. Volume 2: Xiao Chun Meng Haoran, a village resident in Gaoding, what I saw in Yuan Mei, Xiao Chi Yang Wanli Xiao Chun (Meng Haoran) This morning in spring, I woke up briskly, 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 water on the lake, the rain (Northern Song Dynasty) made Su Shi's water clear and clear, 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. When traveling in Shanxi village, you can't laugh at the wine of farmers. You can raise enough chickens and dolphins in good years.
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.
3. People's Education Edition Primary School Chinese Textbook 1 People's Education Edition Curriculum Standard Edition Selected Poems from Grade 1 to Grade 6 (Essence) Painting Tang Poetry in Grade 1? Wang Wei was thinking about Li Baiyuan in the quiet night, watching the mountains and listening to the flowing water.
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already? Spring has passed, but there are still many flowers and flowers. People go nearby, but the birds are still not disturbed.
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. The second volume of the first grade, don? Meng Haoran's village Qing? On the morning of spring in Gaoding, I woke up happily with birds singing all around.
In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind. See clearly? Yuanmei Koike Song? Yang Wanli, a shepherd boy riding a ox, sings loudly.
The silence of spring is because I don't want a long stream of water, and the shadow reflected on the water is like sunny days and breezes. Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently.
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 Grade Two was given to Song Sushi, Shan Xing and Tang Dou. There was no rain cover, but there were branches in the chrysanthemum.
In the distance, there are cold mountains, oblique stone paths and people in the depths of white clouds. You must remember the best scenery in a year, which is in the late autumn and early winter of orange and green.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. When I returned to my hometown, Tang Li Bai, a gift from Tang He Zhang Zhi to Wang Lun, left home when he was young, and his local accent remained unchanged.
Li Bai was just about to leave when he heard a farewell song from the shore. When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from.
Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love. Is the second book in grade two a thatched cottage? Yang Wanli, Xu Gongdian and Bai Juyi, rambling across the plain, come and go with the four seasons.
The fence is sparse, a path leads to the distance, and the petals on the tree fall, but the shade has not yet formed. In the wildfire, they were never completely consumed. They were high in the spring wind again, and the children chased Huang Die and flew to cauliflower.
Looking at Lushan Waterfall Tang Li Bai's quatrains Tang Du Fu's sunshine incense burner gave birth to purple smoke, looking at the waterfall hanging from thousands of rivers. Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky. They flew down to thousands of feet, suspecting that the Milky Way had set for nine days.
The window contains the autumn snow in Xiling, at the gate of Wu Dong Wan Li boating. As can be seen in the first book of Three Nights in the first month, Ye Shaoweng, the leaf of the Song Dynasty, missed my brothers in Shandong, Tang, Wang Wei and Xiao Xiaowu, on vacation in the mountains, and the autumn wind moved the guests on the river. I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.
I know that children choose to promote weaving, and a lamp fell on the fence at night. 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 in the distance, it began to rain after Li Bai drank Chu Qing on the lake. In Song Dynasty, Su Shi's Tianmen cut off the Chu River and Higashi Shimizu River. The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy.
The green hills on both sides are neck and neck, and a boat meets leisurely from the horizon. If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate.
Liu Tang, the second volume of the third grade? He Zhang Haruka? Zhu Biyu's makeup tree is tall, and thousands of strands of moss tapestries hang down. Beautiful spring outing in Surabaya, the endless scenery is new.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere.
Shang Yin from Chang 'an, Qiao Qi, watched Tanabata tonight, leading the cowherd and weaver girl across the river bridge. The mica screen was dyed red by thick candles, and the Milky Way gradually tilted towards the morning star.
Every family watches the autumn moon, and every family wears HongLing. 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, "Xilin Wall" and "Mountain Creek Village Trip", is regarded as the peak on the side of the ridge, with different distances. Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich.
I can't recognize the true face of Lushan Mountain because I am there. 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 Yellow Crane Tower sent Meng Haoran to Yangzhou. When Tang Li Bai sent Yuan Er, Anxi Tang? Wang Wei's old friend said goodbye to the West Yellow Crane Tower, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf
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. Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their relatives when they go out to the sun.
Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain, the fourth grade, Volume II, Tang? Li Bai sees Dongting, Tang, Liu Yuxi, birds fly high, and lonely clouds go to leisure alone. The lake and the moon set each other off, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface.
You look at me, I look at you, and there are only my eyes and Jingting Mountain's eyes. Look at the Dongting landscape. There is a green snail in the silver plate.
Recalling Bai Juyi's Fisherman's Soup? Zhang Hao is in Jiangnan, and the scenery has been long. At sunrise, flowers on the riverside are better than fire, egrets fly in front of Mount Cisse, and peach blossoms and flowing water make mandarin fish fat.
This river is as green as blue in spring. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan? 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.
April songs in the countryside? The countryside is full of flowers in the four seasons, and the mountains and plains are green in Fan Chengda in Song Dynasty, and it rains like smoke in the sound of Zigui. During the day, weeding in the fields and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, the men and women in the village took on all the housework.
In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
The first book of the fifth grade berthed in Guazhou Anshi Zhang was born in Yishui, Guazhou, Jingkou, several mountains away from Zhongshan. The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start.
The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home? 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 takes a trip to Nalanxingde Mountain, a trip to the water, and goes to Guan Yu. At night, there are thousands of lights.
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. In the fifth grade, Lu Yanzhou, a sheep herder, walked through the grass shop between An Renge and Yang Wanli, and the flute rang three or four times in the evening breeze.
On a fishing boat, there are two children. They put away their bamboo poles, stopped their oars and sat on the boat. Come back from a full meal at dusk and lie in the moonlight without taking off your hemp fiber.
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. Qing Pingle (yuè)? The village has low eaves and green grass by 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.
The book of songs in the sixth grade? Picking EU (excerpt) I walked past, and Yang Liu Yiyi. The road is muddy and difficult to walk, and people are thirsty and hungry.
Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night, Don? Du Fu knows the rainy season. It happens in spring. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
Xijiangyue? At night, on Huangsha Road, the bright moon of Song Xin Qiqi surprises magpies, and the breeze chirps at midnight. 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 the stream bridge.
Tianjingsha? Autumn season, the sunset in Baipu village, west Western jackdaw, an old tree, with light smoke, a little shadow of Hong Fei. Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.
In the second volume of the sixth grade, Tu Su was warmed by the spring breeze, except for Song and Wang Anshi's one-year-old firecrackers. Thousands of families always trade new peaches for old ones.
Guizitang Tianzhu Temple August 15th night. Pi Rixiu had a full moon and found something new in front of the temple. So far, the sky doesn't exist, but Chang 'e should be thrown to people.
Seven steps and three kingdoms. Wei-Cao Zhi boiled beans and took them as soup, then soaked them into juice. Honey burns under the pot, and beans cry in the pot.
We are born from the same root, so why rush to speculate with each other? Birds in the Tang Dynasty are singing. Wang Weiren is idle with osmanthus flowers, and the night is quiet and empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
Lotus Inn parting from New Tang Jian and Five Dynasties. Wang Changling entered Wu on a cold rainy night.
4. Primary School Chinese (PEP)1-All the Ancient Poems and Poems in the Sixth Grade of Primary School Volume 1: Singing Goose, Caring for Farmers, Thinking of Tang Luobin, Tang Wang Shen Li Tang, Setting White Goose in the Quiet Night, and Cutting Crops at noon, so the bright line is at the foot of my bed, and the melody is like a heavenly song.
Sweat dripped on the ground. Is there frost already? .
White hair catches green water, but Chinese food, looking up, I found it was moonlight, and Anthurium cleared the waves. Every single grain is the fruit of hard work.
I sank again and suddenly remembered home. Chinese volume 2: Cao Gulang travels to the moon. Bai Juyi, Hao Ran, Tang Li Bai, knew that the grass was full of joy. I woke up in this beautiful spring morning, knowing nothing about the moon. By day, I was surrounded by mountains, and the four seasons came and went.
Birds are singing everywhere around me. Call it a white jade plate.
The ocean drained the golden river. Wildfire never completely devoured them, but now I remember that night, the storm, Yaotaijing, but you expanded your vision by 300 miles, and they were tall again in the spring breeze.
I wonder how many flowers have been broken. Fly at the end of Qingyun.
Walk up a flight of stairs. When I asked your student under a pine tree, he replied, "My teacher went to collect medicine".
However, through these clouds, how can I know which corner of the mountain it is facing? . Chinese Version 3: Compassion for Peasants (2) The silkworm girl Liushan Temple Meihuatang Bai Zongyuan Anshi planted a millet in the spring. It entered the city yesterday. This dangerous building is 100 feet high. There are no birds in the mountains, a few plums in a corner, and ten thousand kinds of autumn harvest.
I came back with tears on my face. Hands can pick stars.
A thousand roads without footprints. Ling cold drives alone.
There are no idle fields in the four seas, and those who cover up in Luo Qi dare not speak loudly. A boat, a bamboo cloak, if you know from a distance that it is not snow, farmers will still starve to death. Not a silkworm raiser.
Afraid of shocking the world. An old man was fishing in the cold river snow.
Only Dimfragrance came. Book 4: Xiaochi Village lives in Songyang, Gao Qing and Ding Quan. The eyes are silent, the jasper adorns the trees, the grass grows and the warblers fly in February, and the shade shines on the water.
Ten thousand green silk tapestries hang down. The willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke.
Xiao-he just showed his sharp corners. I don't know who cut the green leaves. When the children came back from school early, dragonflies were already standing on their heads. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Dongfeng is busy, flying kites. Language Volume V: Looking for chrysanthemums by the river and climbing to Feilai Peak, fishermen on the Chai Lu River Tang Dou Tang Fu Yuan Zhen Wang Song Anshi Wangtang Wei Song Fan Zhongyan Huang Si's maiden is full of flowers, and the autumn bushes are like Taoist priests, flying to the Chihiro Pagoda on the mountain. There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, and people come and go on the river, and flowers are low.
It is said that the cock crow is rising day by day. However, I think I heard a voice.
But I like perch beauty. Butterflies have been dancing. It's not that flowers prefer chrysanthemums, nor are they afraid of clouds and fog. Sunshine, entering a forest, you see a boat, and the eagle is just crying.
This flower is even more flowerless I am at the highest peak.
Reflected from the green moss to me. In the storm.
In the snow, Wang Anshi, the owner of Furong Mountain in Yuan, Tang, Liu Changqing and Song Dynasties, was far away at dusk, and the house was cold and poor. The roar of firecrackers, the old year has passed; The warm spring breeze ushered in the New Year, and people happily drank the newly brewed Tu Su wine.
Chai Men heard dogs barking and came home at night. Thousands of families always trade new peaches for old ones.
Book 6: Four Seasons Pastoral Fisherman sits alone on Jingting Mountain Road 3 and stays overnight in Jiande River Song Fan Chengda Tang and Song Dynasties. Li Haoran goes out to farm during the day and performs hemp at night. Bald teenagers learn to hang ribbons. Plum blossoms are yellow and the sun is shining. Birds fly high. Children in the village are watching. My boat is sailing in the fog. Sit by the raspberry moss.
The stream dries up, but it swims in the mountains. Lonely clouds go to leisure alone.
As the sun fades, old memories begin. Children and grandchildren are not ready to farm and weave. Passers-by ask for advice and wave far away. The shade is not diminished, and we can never get tired of seeing each other. How wide the sky is and how close the trees are, I also learned to plant melons in the shade of mulberry trees.
Frightened fish should not be surprised. Add oriole four or five times.
Only Jingting Mountain. How clear the moon is on the water! .
See the boat night book and send Yuan Ershi An Xiqing tea. Tang Wang sees the fishing lamp in black, and the solitary lamp is a little firefly. Is it raining on the Acropolis? Where's Jingjing? Are you angry? Dragon? Slight wind and waves, scattered like river stars.
I advise you to have a glass of wine. There is no reason not to go out. Hanshu 7: The quatrains were written as early as looking at Lushan Waterfall in Xixi, Baidicheng, Chuzhou Tang Du Bai Tang Li Bai, two orioles singing green willows, bidding farewell to Baidicheng, living by a quiet grass stream, enjoying purple smoke in the sunshine incense burner, and a group of egrets flying into the sky.
Thousands of miles in Jiangling, one day. There is an oriole singing in the tree.
Looking at the waterfall hanging in front of Sichuan. The window contains snow in Xiling Mountain, apes on both sides of the strait are crying endlessly, and the spring tide brings rain late and in a hurry, flying straight down to thousands of feet and berthing at the door of Wan Li.
The canoe has crossed Chung Shan Man. Wild crossing, no boat crossing.
It's been nine days since I suspected that the Milky Way had set. During the holiday, I thought of my Shandong brother Tang Dou, Tom and Wang Weiyuan going up the mountain and the stone path was oblique. He is a stranger in a foreign land, and there are people in Bai Yunsheng.
Please think twice about your relatives during the festival. Stop and sit in the maple grove late, and you will know where the brothers climbed. The frost leaves are red in February.
There is one person missing from the dogwood. Qing Pingle Song Xin Qi Ji, with low eaves and green grass.
When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white. 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 8: Hui Chong Riverside Night Scenery, Jiangnan Spring Scenery, Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous and Prosperous Su Song Tang Poetry Du Mu Song Fan Chengda Bamboo Peach Blossom, Thousands of Li Ying Li crow green and reflect red, Plums golden and apricot fat, Riverside Plum Warm Duck Prophet.
Flag wind of Shuicunshan fruit wine. The wheat is gray and the cauliflower is thin.
Artemisia selengensis is covered with short reeds. During the Southern Dynasties, there were 480 temples, and no one had ever seen a long fence. It is the time when the puffer fish wants to go up. How many towers of smoke and rain
Only dragonflies and butterflies can fly. As a dream, Song Qingzhao often thought of the sunset in Xiting, lost in it and didn't know his way home.
Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng. How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu.
Give Wang Lun and Yellow Crane Tower a farewell to Meng Haoran on his way back to Yangzhou. Tang Li Bai, Tang Li Bai, Tang Li Bai and He Zhangzhi Li Bai wanted to go by boat, so they left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west. When they left home, they suddenly heard a song on the shore. Fireworks fell in Yangzhou in March.
The local accent has not changed. Peach Blossom Pond is deep in thousands of feet, and the sail is far away, and the sky is exhausted. It's better for a child to meet a stranger than Wang Lun! Only the Yangtze River flows in the sky.
Smile and ask the guest where he is from. Book 9: Wangtianmen Mountain, Xilinbi Night Book, Tang Libai, Shi, Shaoweng Tianmen cut off the Chu River. Looking horizontally, the ridge side peaks, rustling leaves chills and Higashi Shimizu flows.
The distance is different. The autumn wind moves passengers on the river.
The green hills on both sides of the strait are opposite, and I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain. I know children who choose to weave their own sails. Just because I'm in this mountain.
At night, the fence will light up. Fengqiao don't forget the sound of Dongjiang. Bai Juyi Tang Zuyong's frost night, thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, a touch of setting sun spread in the water, and watch Zhongnanshan take off, Jiangfeng fishing and sleeping.
The north wind blows goose feathers and heavy snow one after another. Half the river rustles and half the river is red.
The white top is covered with floating clouds. In Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead. Unfortunately, on the third night of September, over a warm snow line, the midnight bell rang the passenger ship.
Jesus Christ.
5. Go to Baidu Library to check the complete content of ancient poems in the primary school textbooks published by People's Education Press > Content comes from users: Cen Zhilin 19878, a complete collection of ancient poems in primary school textbooks 1, painting-Wang Weiyuan in the Tang Dynasty looked at the mountains and listened to the water silently.
Spring has passed, but there are still many flowers and flowers. People go nearby, but the birds are still not disturbed. 2, quiet night thinking-Tang Libai, the foot of my bed is so bright, will it have frost? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. 3. Xiao Chun-Meng Haoran in the Tang Dynasty woke up briskly in the spring morning, surrounded by birds singing.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night. 4, village residence-in the Qing Dynasty, Gaoding grass grew in February, and the willows on the embankment were drunk with spring smoke.
The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind. 5. What I saw-In the Qing Dynasty, a shepherd boy in Yuan Mei rode a yellow ox and sang loudly.
Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently. 6. Xiaochi-In the Song Dynasty, Yang Wanli's eyes were silent, and the shade of the trees was sunny and soft.
The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head. 7. Dedicated gift-Song Sushi's "Lotus without shelter from the rain, there are branches in the chrysanthemum".
Good years must be remembered, it is orange. 8, the mountain-Tang Du Muyuan Hanshan stone path is oblique, someone.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. 9. Going back to my hometown-Tanghe Zhang left home when he was young, and the local accent has not changed.
When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from. 10, a gift for Wang Lun Tang Bai was about to go by 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. 1 1, grass-Bai Juyi, rambling grass across the plain, coming and going with the four seasons, Tang Dynasty.
Wildfire never completely devoured them, 12, and they grew tall again in the spring breeze. The hedges in Xugongdian-Songyang Wan Li in Suxin were sparse, with deep paths and shady trees. The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again.
13. Looking at Lushan Waterfall, the jasper tree is tall and the tapestry of thousands of strands of moss hangs down.