"Looking at Yue" Du Fu (in class 8)
what a majestic sight of holy Mountain Tai!, vast greens stretch across Qi and Lu, the two lands high..
the Maker endowed all the mystic Nature grace here, and? a day at once into dawn and dusk comes by..
Ceng Yun, and the birds fly back and forth before my strained eye..
once climbing to the top of the peek, one would see, the other mountains all appear dwarfs under the sky..
"Spring Watch" Du Fu (in class 8)
though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure, and spring comes green again to trees and grasses.
where petals have been shed like tears, and lonely birds have sung their grief.
after the war-fires of three months, one message from home is worth a ton of gold.
I stroke my white hair. It has grown too thin, to hold the hairpins any more.
"Stone Trench Officials" Du Fu (in the eighth class)
At dusk, there are officials who catch people at night. The old man walked over the wall and the old woman went out to watch.
why are the officials angry? Why bother when a woman cries!
before listening to the wife's speech: three men guarding Yecheng. One man attached a book, and two men died in battle. Those who live and drag out an ignoble existence, the dead are long gone! There's no one in the room, only a baby and a grandson. There are grandmothers who have not gone, and there are no skirts in and out. Although the old woman's strength is weak, please come back from the official night and be in a hurry to prepare for the morning cooking.
a long night's silence is like weeping and choking. Dawn will ascend to the future, leaving the old man alone.
"Returning to the Garden (Part III)" Tao Yuanming (in class 8)
Planting beans at the foot of the south mountain, the grass is flourishing and the bean seedlings are sparse.
in the morning, you should make good use of waste and filth, and bring home the lotus with you.
the road is narrow and the vegetation is long, and my clothes are exposed in the evening.
clothes are not enough to cherish, but you can keep your wish.
"Make it fit" Wang Wei (in class 8)
If you want to ask the side by bike, it is a country that has lived for a long time.
collect the wild goose from Hansai and return it to Hu Tian.
the desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen.
Xiao Guan is always riding in Yanran.
bidding a friend farewell at jingmen ferry Li Bai (in class 8)
sailing far off from Jingmen Ferry, soon you will be with people in the south.
where the mountains end and the plains begin, and the river winds through wilderness.
the moon is lifted like a mirror, sea-clouds gleam like palaces.
and the water has brought you a touch of home, to draw your boat three hundred miles.
"Climbing Yueyang Tower (Part I)" Chen Yuyi (in class 8)
On the west of the Dongjiang River in Dongting, the curtain is still and the sunset is late.
When boarding Wu and Shu, you will migrate to the lake and the mountains.
It's still a long way to go for a trip to Wan Li, and it's more difficult than three years.
In the ancient wind and frost, the old Mu Cangbo is infinitely sad.
Long Songs (after Class 8)
In the green garden, the sunflower is exposed to the sun.
in the spring, everything is brilliant.
I'm always afraid that the autumn festival will come, and the yellow flowers will wither.
when will a hundred rivers go east to the sea and return to the west?
if the young don't work hard, the old will be sad.
Wang Ji of Wild Hope (after class in Grade 8)
Looking at the dusk in Donggao, what do you want to rely on?
the trees are all in autumn, and the hills and mountains are only shining.
shepherds drive calves back, and hunting horses brings birds back.
I have never known each other, and Long song is pregnant with Wei.
There is a bosom on the early cold river. Meng Haoran (after class in Grade 8)
When the wood falls south, the north wind is cold.
I remember my home; but the Xiang River's curves, are walled by the clouds of this southern country.
I go forward. I weep till my tears are spent, I see a sail in the far sky.
where is the ferry? Will somebody tell me?, it's growing rough. It's growing dark.
a message from lake dongting to premier zhang Meng Haoran (after class)
here in the Eighth-month the waters of the lake, are of a single air with heaven.
and a mist from the Yun and Meng valleys, has beleaguered the city of Yueyang.
I should like to cross, but I can find no boat, how ashamed I am to be idler than you statesmen.
as I sit here and watch a fisherman casting, just like a fairy fish.
The Yellow Crane Tower by Cui Hao (after Class 8)
where long ago a yellow crane bore a sage to heaven, nothing is left now but the Yellow Crane Terrace.
the yellow crane never revisited earth, and white clouds are flying without him for ever.
every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water, and Parrot Island is a nest of sweet grasses.
but I look toward home, and twilight grows dark? There was a mist hanging over the river, bringing deep melancholy to the people.
seeing friends off Li Bai (after class in Grade 8)
with a blue line of mountains north of the wall, and east of the city a white curve of water.
here you must leave me and drift away, like a loosened water-plant hundreds of miles.
I shall think of you in a floating cloud, so in the sunset think of me.
we wave our hands to say good-bye, and my horse is neighing again and again.
Liu Yuxi (after class in Grade 8)
Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say autumn is better than spring.
A crane in a clear sky rows clouds, which brings poetry to Bixiao.
A Journey to Lushan Mountain, Mei Yaochen (after Class 8)
Comfortable with wild feelings, Qian Shan is high and low.
the good peaks change everywhere, and the secluded paths are lonely.
when the frost falls, the bear rises to the tree, and the deer in the forest drinks the stream.
where is he? There's a chicken outside the cloud.
"Huanxisha" Su Shi (after class 8)
You swim in Qingquan Temple, the temple is near Lanxi, and the stream flows west.
The blue buds at the foot of the mountain are short-dipped in the stream, and the sand road between the pines is clean and mud-free, and the rain is falling in the dusk.
who says that life is endless? The water in front of the gate can also flow to the west! Don't bemoan the passing of time in old age!
"The Storm on November 4th" Lu You (after Class 8)
Being in a lonely village, I don't feel sorry for myself, but I still think about defending my country.
Lying in the dead of night listening to the wind and rain, the Iron Horse Glacier falls asleep. 2. Ancient prose and ancient poems for grades 7 and 8
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I must recite 39 ancient poems in the senior high school entrance examination (part 7). 1. Watching the sea Cao Cao (Wei and Jin Dynasties) faces Jieshi in the east to see the sea. The sea is so broad and mighty, the island stands high on the sea. Trees and paraquat grass, very luxuriant, the autumn wind blowing trees out of the sad sound, the sea is surging huge waves. The operation of the sun and the moon seems to be from the vast ocean. The trip to the sun and the moon, if out of it; Star Han is brilliant, if out of it. I am glad to use this poem to express my inner aspirations. 2. a mooring under north fort hill Wang Wan (Don) under blue mountains we wound our way, my boat and I, along green water. Until the banks at low tide widened, with no wind stirring my lone sail. ...Night now yields to a sea of sun, and the old year melts in freshets. At last I can send my messengers Wildgeese, homing to Loyang. 3, Qiantang Lake Spring Tour Bai Juyi (Tang) Gushan Temple North Jiating West, the water level is low. Several early warblers compete for warm trees, whose new swallow pecks (zhuó) spring mud. Flowers are becoming more and more attractive, and shallow grass can lose its horseshoe. I love the beauty of the east side of the west lake most, and I don't see enough, especially the white sand levee under the green yang liuyin. 4, Xijiang Yue Xin Qiji (Song) The bright moon is not surprised, and the breeze sings in the middle of the night. The cool night breeze seemed to spread to the distant cicada. In the aroma of rice flowers, people talk about the harvest of the year, the ear of a wave of frogs, as if in a good harvest years. In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge. 5, Tianjingsha Qiu Si Ma Zhiyuan (Yuan) withered vines old trees faint crows, small bridges flowing water people, ancient roads west wind thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. 6. I passed my old friend Zhuang Meng Haoran (Tang) in preparing me chicken and rice, old friend and you entertain me at your farm. The green woods were around the village, and the green hills lay outside the city. Open the window and face the valley vegetable garden, hand over the glass to chat about the crops. When the ninth festival comes, please come here to see the chrysanthemum. 7. I heard that Wang Changling moved to Longbiaoyao on the left to send Li Bai (Tang) and Yang Hua to cry, and Wen Daolong crossed the five streams. I entrust my sad thoughts to the moon, hope to accompany you to the west of the Yelang. 8, note on a rainy night to a friend in the north Li Shangyin (Tang) Jun asked the return date is not fixed, evening rain rose autumn pool. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about evening rain. 9, Bo Qinhuai Du Mu (Tang) smoke cage cold water moon cage sand, night park Qinhuai near the restaurant. Businessmen and women don't know how to hate national subjugation, but they still sing flowers across the river. 1, Huanxisha Yan Shu (Northern Song Dynasty) a new song and a glass of wine, the weather was old last year. When will the sunset return? There is nothing to do, but the flowers fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns. Small garden fragrant path wandering alone. (7) 11. Mulan Poetry Yuefu Folk Songs in the Southern and Northern Dynasties, please leave qq, and there are many ancient poems in the first volume of Chinese in Grade 3. 8
"Looking at Yue" Du Fu (in class 8) what a majestic sight of holy Mountain Tai!, vast greens stretch across Qi and Lu, the two lands high..
the Maker endowed all the mystic Nature grace here, and? a day at once into dawn and dusk comes by.. Layers of white clouds, clean up the chest and ravines; Pianpian birds, fly into the eye rims.
once climbing to the top of the peek, one would see, the other mountains all appear dwarfs under the sky.. "Spring Hope" Du Fu (in class 8) though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure, and spring comes green again to trees and grasses.
where petals have been shed like tears, and lonely birds have sung their grief. The war has lasted for more than half a year, the letter from home is rare, and a hundred and thousands of gold.
I stroke my white hair. It has grown too thin, to hold the hairpins any more. "Shihao Li" Du Fu (in the eighth class) threw himself into Shihao Village at dusk, and some officials caught people at night.
The old man walked over the wall and the old woman went out to watch. Why are the officials angry? Why bother when a woman cries! Before listening to the wife's speech: three men guarding Yecheng.
one man attached a book, and two men died in battle. Those who live and drag out an ignoble existence, the dead are long gone! There's no one in the room, only a baby and a grandson.
there's a granddaughter who hasn't gone, and there's no end to the dress. Although the old woman's strength is weak, please come back from the official night and be in a hurry to prepare for the morning cooking.
a long night's silence is like weeping and choking. Dawn will ascend to the future, leaving the old man alone.
"Returning to the Garden (Part III)" Tao Yuanming (in class 8) planted beans at the foot of the south mountain, and the grass was full of bean seedlings. Early in the morning get up early to eradicate the weeds, the night falls on the moonlight carry hoe to return.
the road is narrow and the vegetation is long, and my clothes are exposed in the evening. It is not a pity to wet my clothes, but I hope not to go against my will.
"Make It Stuck" Wang Wei (in the eighth class) wanted to ask the side by bike, which was a country that had lived for a long time. Fleabane also floated out of Han, north to geese are soaring into the sky.
the desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen. To the the location of Xiaoguan pass encounter the spy waiting for the knight, told me that the douhu have been in Yan.
bidding a friend farewell at jingmen ferry Li Bai (in class 8) sailing far off from Jingmen Ferry, soon you will be with people in the south. Where the mountains end and the plains begin, and the river winds through wilderness.
the moon is lifted like a mirror, sea-clouds gleam like palaces. And the water has brought you a touch of home, to draw your boat three hundred miles.
"Climbing Yueyang Tower (Part I)" In Chen Yuyi (class 8), the curtain is still and the sunset is late. Boarding Wu and Shu to divide the land horizontally, migrating to the lake and mountain to dusk.
It's still a long way to go for a trip to Wan Li, and it's more difficult than three years. In the ancient wind and frost, the old Mu Cangbo is infinitely sad.
"Long Songs" (after Class 8) Kwai in the Qingqing Garden is exposed to the sun. Spring has filled the earth with hope, all things show a prosperity.
I'm always afraid that the autumn festival will come, and the yellow flowers will wither. Rivers run to the sea to the sea, when can return to the west? A lazy youth, a lousy age.
Wang Ji of Wild Hope (after class in Grade 8) looks forward to the twilight, and what is his desire to migrate? Trees are all autumn colors, and mountains are only shining.
the shepherd drives the calves back, and the hunting horse brings the birds back. Care for no acquaintance, Long song Huai Cai Wei.
"There is a bosom on the early cold river" Meng Haoran (after class in the eighth grade) falls in the south, and the north wind is cold. My home is wandering around the edge of the river, the sea of clouds is far away.
I go forward. I weep till my tears are spent, I see a sail in the far sky. The wind smoke blurred the ferry can be where, the vast river in the sunset ripples.
a message from lake dongting to premier zhang Meng Haoran (after class in Grade 8) here in the Eighth-month the waters of the lake, are of a single air with heaven. Cloud Land mr.osawa water vapor transpiration white boundless, the waves appear to shake the Yueyang.
I should like to cross, but I can find no boat, how ashamed I am to be idler than you statesmen. Sitting idly watching other people's hard river fishing, can only envy the fish caught in the fish.
The Yellow Crane Tower by Cui Hao (after Class 8) where long ago a yellow crane bore a sage to heaven, nothing is left now but the Yellow Crane Terrace. The yellow crane never came back, for thousands of years to see the long white clouds.
every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water, and Parrot Island is a nest of sweet grasses. But I look toward home, and twilight grows dark There was a mist hanging over the river, bringing deep melancholy to the people.
seeing friends off Li Bai (after class in Grade 8) with a blue line of mountains north of the wall, and east of the city a white curve of water. Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like fatherless, drift in the wind, and travel far away.
I shall think of you in a floating cloud, so in the sunset think of me. The wave of his hand from this separation, the friend riding on the horse will carry his long journey, the long Blew, it seems to not bear to leave.
Liu Yuxi (after class in Grade 8) in Autumn Poems has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say that autumn is better than spring. Wan liqing empty, a crane lingyun fly, caused my muse to the blue sky.
A Journey to Lushan Mountain, Mei Yaochen (after Class 8) is comfortable with wild feelings, while Qian Shan is high and low. Along the way, MountGryRum mountains in front of the constant transformation, indulge in a person in the winding deep road of the wild, but forgot to go to where.
when the frost falls, the bear rises to the tree, and the deer in the forest drinks the stream. Where is he? There's a chicken outside the cloud.
"Huanxisha" Su Shi (after class 8) swam in Qingquan Temple, where the temple was near Lanxi and the stream flowed west. Under the mountain, the blue buds are short-dipped in the stream, and the sand road between the pines is clean and mud-free, and the rainy son returns to cry at dusk.
who says that life is endless? The water in front of the gate can also flow to the west! Don't bemoan the passing of time in old age! "The Wind and Rain on November 4th" Lu You (after the eighth class) was lying in a lonely village, not mourning for himself, but thinking about defending the country.
Lying in the dead of night listening to the wind and rain, the Iron Horse Glacier falls asleep. 4. All the ancient poems and classical Chinese in the first volume of the eighth grade Chinese book
People's Education Edition Translation of the ancient Chinese poems and texts in the first volume of the eighth grade junior high school 1. The Peach Blossom Garden (Tao Yuanming) is in Taiyuan, Wu Lingren, Shanxi Province, fishing for a living, wandering around the stream, forgetting the distance of the road.
Suddenly, when I met the peach blossom forest, I caught the shore for hundreds of steps. There were no miscellaneous trees in it, and the fragrant grass was delicious and colorful, which made the fishermen very different. If you go forward again, you want to be poor. When the forest runs out of water, you will get a mountain. The mountain is a genus of fertile fields, beautiful ponds, mulberry and bamboo, and the traffic is different.
among them, men and women are dressed like strangers; Yellow hair droops and enjoys itself. When he saw the fisherman, he was shocked. He never asked what he had said, but he had to return home and set up chickens for food. When he heard of this man in the village, Xian came to inquire.
Since the ancestors of Ziyun avoided the chaos of the Qin Dynasty, they led their wives to this desperate place and never came back. So I was separated from outsiders. When you ask what this world is, you don't know whether there are Han people, whether Wei or Jin.
this man is full of regrets for what he has said and heard. The rest of them went back to their homes, and all of them spilled food.
Stop for a few days and resign. There's a Chinese saying: "It's not enough for others to be humanitarian!" When you get out of the boat, you will help the road and be determined everywhere. And the county, notions of satrap said this.
the satrap sent people to follow him and find what he wanted, so he lost his way to Liu Ziji, Nanyang. When Gao Shi heard about it, he happily followed it, but failed, and finally found the disease. After that, no one cares.
In the first year of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, there was a Wu Lingren who lived by fishing. One day he sailed along the river and forgot the distance.
Suddenly, I came across a peach blossom forest, with peach trees growing on both sides of the river. Within a few hundred paces, there were no other trees in the middle. The grass on the ground is bright and beautiful, and the flowers are falling.
the fisherman was very surprised. Further on, he wanted to walk to the end of the forest to see what was going on.
the peach grove ends at the source of the river, and next to it is a hill with a small hole, which seems to be a little bright. The fisherman dropped the boat and went in through the hole.
at the beginning, the hole was very narrow, only one person could pass through. After dozens of steps, the front suddenly opened up.
The land here is flat and open, with neat houses, fertile fields, beautiful ponds, mulberry trees and bamboo. The paths in the fields are criss-crossed, and you can hear the crowing of chickens and dogs in the villages.
There, people come and go, plow and work, and men and women dress just like people outside the Peach Blossom Garden. Old people and children are full of joy and appear satisfied.
When people there met the fisherman, they were surprised and asked him where he came from. The fisherman answered him in detail.
The man invited the fisherman to his home. They said that in order to avoid the troubles in the Qin Dynasty, ancestors led their wives, children and neighbors to this isolated place and never went out from here again, so they cut off contacts with outsiders.
they asked what dynasty it was, but they didn't know there was a Han dynasty, let alone Wei and Jin dynasties. The man gave them a detailed introduction to what he had heard, and they all sighed and regretted it.
The others also invited the fisherman to their own homes, and they all took out wine and rice to entertain him. The fisherman stayed here for a few days and then took leave.
People here told him, "The situation here is not worth telling others!" After the fisherman came out, he found his boat and went back along the old road, marking everywhere along the way. Back to the county, to visit the satrap, reported the situation.
the satrap immediately sent someone to follow him, looking for the mark he made last time, but he lost his way and never found his way again. Nanyang Liu Ziji, a noble celebrity, happily planned to go when he heard this, but it didn't come true, and he soon died of illness.
since then, there have been no people who ask for directions and visits. 2. Two short essays 1. The humble room is not high, and there are immortals that are famous.
if the water is not deep, the dragon is the spirit.