Seventh Grade Volume 2 (1). Ancient Poetry in the Class: Mulan Poems (Folk Songs of the Northern Dynasties) Chirping repeats chirping, Mulan is weaved in every household. I didn't hear the sound of the crowbar, but I heard the woman sighing. Ask her what she is thinking about, and ask her what she is remembering. The woman has nothing to think about, and the woman has nothing to remember. I saw the military post last night, and the Khan ordered his troops. There were twelve volumes of military books, each with his name on it. My grandfather has no eldest son, and Mulan has no elder brother. She is willing to saddle the horse for the city, and from now on, she will fight for my grandfather. Buy horses in the east market, saddles and bridles in the west market, bridles in the south market, and long whips in the north market. I bid farewell to my parents in the morning and stayed by the Yellow River in the evening. I didn't hear my parents calling for girls, but I heard the sound of the Yellow River water splashing. I left the Yellow River in the morning and arrived at the top of the Black Mountain in the evening. I didn't hear the mother-in-law's voice calling for the girl, but I heard the chirping of the horseman on Yanshan Mountain. Thousands of miles to go to war, pass the mountain as if flying. The new energy spreads to the golden watch, and the cold light shines on the iron clothes. A general will die in a hundred battles, and a strong man will return after ten years. Return to see the emperor, the emperor is sitting in the bright hall. Twelve rounds of Ce Xun will reward hundreds of strong men. The Khan asked what he wanted, but Mulan didn't need a minister; she was willing to travel thousands of miles and send her son back to her hometown. When the mother-in-law heard that her daughter was coming, she went out to help the general; when the elder sister heard that the younger sister was coming, she was in charge of doing the makeup; when the younger brother heard that the younger sister was coming, he sharpened his knife and used it to attack the pigs and sheep. Open the door of my east pavilion, sit on my bed in the west pavilion, take off my war robe, put on my old clothes, go to the window to trim my hair, and look into the mirror with flowers. When I went out to see my friends, they were all frightened: they had been together for twelve years, but they didn't know Mulan was a girl. The male rabbit's feet are twitchy, and the female rabbit's eyes are blurry; two rabbits are walking next to each other, how can they tell whether I am male or female?
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Miscellaneous poems in the mountains (Wu Jun? Southern Dynasties) Smoke is seen coming from the mountains, and the setting sun is glimpsed in the bamboos. Birds fly to the eaves, clouds come out of the window.
Zhuli Pavilion (Wang Wei, Tang Dynasty) sat alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly. People deep in the forest don't know that the bright moon comes to shine.
Moon Song of Mount Emei (Li Bai) The half-round autumn moon of Mount Emei casts its shadow into the water of Pingqiang River. At night, the clear stream flows towards the Three Gorges. I miss you and go down to Yuzhou without seeing you.
On a spring night in Luocheng, I heard the sound of someone’s jade flute flying silently (Li Bai), spreading into the spring breeze and filling Luocheng. In this nocturne, I hear the willow trees breaking, and who can forget the love of my hometown?
When I met the envoy (Cen Shen of the Tang Dynasty) who came to the capital, I looked eastward towards the long road from my hometown, and my sleeves were full of tears. We will meet soon without pen and paper, so I can rely on you to send messages of peace.
The west stream of Chuzhou (Wei Yingwu? Tang Dynasty) has a lonely grass growing beside the stream, and there are orioles singing in the deep trees. The spring tide brings rain late in the day, and there is no boat crossing the wild river.
When Li Guinian (Du Fu) met in the south of the Yangtze River, it was common in the residence of King Qi, and Cui Jiutang heard it several times. It is the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and we meet you again when the flowers are falling.
Send Master Lingche (Liu Changqing? Tang Dynasty) to Cangcang Bamboo Forest Temple, the bells are ringing late. The lotus hat carries the setting sun, and the green mountains alone return to the distance.
Yoke (Zhao Shixiu? Southern Song Dynasty) It rains every house during the yellow plum season, and frogs are everywhere in the grassy ponds. I didn't come over at midnight because I had an appointment, so I knocked on the chess pieces and let the lanterns fall.
On Poetry (Zhao Yi? Qing) Li and Du's poems have been passed down by thousands of mouths, but they are no longer new. Talented people have emerged from generation to generation, and each has led the way for hundreds of years.
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