Poetry in the new semester of the first grade of junior high school

The first volume of grade seven (1). The ancient poem "Mulan" (a folk song of the Northern Dynasties) in the class is chirping, and Mulan Weaver is at home. I can't hear the loom, but I hear the woman sigh. Ask a woman what she thinks and what she remembers. Women have nothing to think about, and women have nothing to remember. Last night, I saw the military post, and Khan ordered more soldiers. The military books have 12 volumes, all with the names of lords. Grandpa has no eldest son, Mulan has no big brother, and she is willing to be a pommel horse, so she will sign for him from now on. Buy horses in the east, saddles in the west, reins in the south and whip in the north. When I said goodbye to my parents, I was by the Yellow River at dusk. I didn't hear my parents calling for a female voice, but I heard the Yellow River splashing. Say goodbye to the Yellow River and go to Montenegro at dusk. I didn't hear my parents calling for a female voice, but I heard Yanshan Hu riding a horse. Wan Li to Rongji, the mountain is flying. The breath of the new moon is golden, and the cold light is iron. The general died in battle, and the strong man returned in ten years. See you later, the son of heaven is sitting in the hall. Policy 12 turn, before reward 100. Khan asked him what he wanted, and Mulan didn't need Shang Shulang; I am willing to send my son back to his hometown. Hearing the news of my daughter, I went out to help Guo; As soon as Sister A heard that Sister Mei was coming, she had to cut her red makeup. When I heard my sister coming, I sharpened my knife at pigs and sheep. Open my East Pavilion door, sit on my West Pavilion bed, take off my wartime robe, wear my old clothes, arrange clouds and temples as windows, and apply decals to the mirror. When I went out to meet the fire companions, I was both surprised and busy: I spent twelve years together, but I didn't know Mulan was a girl. Male rabbits have messy feet and female rabbits have blurred eyes; When two rabbits walk side by side, can I tell if I am a male or a female?

(2) Recite ancient poems after class

Poetry in the Mountain (Wu Jun? In the Southern Dynasties, you could see smoke in the mountains and sunset in the bamboo. Birds fly happily to the eaves and white clouds float out of the window.

Zhuliguan (Wang Wei? I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the pipa and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.

Emei Mountain Moon Song (Li Bai) Emei Mountain is half moon and autumn, reflecting the flow of Pingqiang River. In the evening, Qingxi went to the Three Gorges, but the four gentlemen did not see Yuzhou.

One spring night in Los Angeles, I heard the flute (Li Bai). The sound of the flute fluttered in the dark, and the spring breeze filled Los Angeles. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.

After meeting an envoy to the capital (Cen Can? Tang) Laoyuan East Road is long, and the tears of the double-sleeved dragon bell are not dry. I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe.

Chuzhou (Wei? Tang) was born near Youcaoxi, and orioles sang in the trees. The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.

"Meet the River" (Du Fu) is a common occurrence in Qi Wang's family, but Cui has heard it several times before. Never thought, in this Jiangnan scenic area; It is the season of falling flowers, and I can meet you, an old acquaintance.

Master Che Ling (Liu Changqing? From the temple, in the depths of its tender bamboo, came the low sound of dusk bells. The sunset with a hat gradually returned to Qingshan.

Appointment (Zhao Shixiu? It rained at home in Huangmei in the Southern Song Dynasty, and frogs were everywhere in the grass pond. It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess pieces bored and shook the wick of an oil lamp.

On Poetry (Zhao Yi? Du Li's poems are widely circulated, but they are not new so far. There are many talented people all over the country, and their poems and popularity will last for hundreds of years.