(1) Recite ancient poems in class

Viewing the sea (Cao Cao's Eastern Han Dynasty) faces Jieshi in the east to view the sea. There are many rivers, mountains and islands. There are many trees and lush grass. The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rough. If you travel in the sun and the moon, you will be free from it. The star Han is brilliant and unexpected. Fortunately, it even sings with ambition.

The next berth on Beibao Mountain (Wang Wan's "Tang"), under the castle peak, I wandered with the boat, above the green water, with a wide low tide shore and no wind. ... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. Where can I buy hometown books? Geese, return to Luoyang.

Spring Tour of Qiantang Lake (Bai Juyi's "Tang") Gushan Temple is located in the northwest of Jiating, with a flat water level and low clouds. Several early warblers compete for warm trees, and new warblers peck at spring mud. Flowers are more and more attractive, and shallow grass cannot have horseshoes. I love to swim east of the lake, and the white sand embankment is in the shade of poplar.

Tianjingsha's (Ma Zhiyuan) Yuan is a withered vine and an old tree, with a faint crow, a small bridge and flowing water, and a thin horse on an ancient road. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

(2) Recite ancient poems after class

Although the tortoise has a long life (Cao Cao, Eastern Han Dynasty), it still has a moment. The snake rode in the fog and finally landed in the dust. An old horse crouches, aiming at a thousand miles. The martyrs were full of courage in their later years. The surplus and contraction period is not only in the sky; Happy can live forever. Fortunately, even if you sing to celebrate your ambition.

Prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend. You entertain me on your farm. We look at the green trees around your village and the pale blue in remote mountainous areas. We open the windows of your garden and field, talk about mulberry trees and marijuana with cups in our hands, and wait until the holiday in the mountains. I will come back at chrysanthemum time.

A Buddhist retreat behind the broken mountain temple (often built as "Tang"), on a pure morning, near the ancient temple, where the early sunshine points to the treetops, my road winds through a sheltered valley, branches and flowers to a Buddhist retreat where birds live with mountain light, and people's hearts touch the peace in the pool. Everything here is quiet, but the bell is ringing.

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 had fallen to the ground crying, and Daolong had crossed five streams. I am worried about the bright moon, and the wind goes to Yelangxi.

"Notes for Friends in the North on a Rainy Night" (Tang by Li Shangyin) once asked about the rain rising in the autumn pool before it returned. Why * * * want to cut the candle at the west window, but want to talk about the rain at night?

Park near Qinhuai (Du Mu's Tang Dynasty). The smoke cage is full of sand in the cold month, and park near Qinhuai at night. Businessmen don't know the hatred of national subjugation, but they still sing backyard flowers across the river.

Huanxisha (Yan Shu's Song) sings a new song and drinks a glass of wine. Last year, the weather got old. When will the sunset come back? There is no choice but to let the flowers fall, as if meeting Yan's return. The fragrant path in the small garden wandered alone.

After arriving at Song Yuanchen's Qigong Cooking Shop (Yang Wanli's "Southern Song Dynasty"), Mo Yan went down the ridge effortlessly and earned empty love from pedestrians. Enter the Wanshan Circle, one mountain crosses another.

For example, (Li Qingzhao's Southern Song Dynasty) often thinks of the sunset in Xiting, but he is intoxicated with it and doesn't know his way home. He returned to the boat at night and strayed into the depths of the lotus. He struggled across the river and began to raise a pool of seagulls and herons.

When I read a book (Zhu's Southern Song Dynasty), I had a feeling that when the half-acre square pond opened, the sky was high and the clouds were light. How clear is the canal? Because there is flowing water from the source.

Second, the seventh grade volume (1). Ancient poetry in class

Mulan's poems (folk songs of the Northern Dynasties) are chirping and Mulan is weaving at home. I can't hear the loom, but I hear the woman sigh. I asked the woman what she thought and what she remembered. This woman doesn't think or remember. Last night, when I saw the soldier's post, Khan ordered more troops. The book of war was twelve volumes with the name of the Lord. Grandpa doesn't have a big brother, Mulan is willing to do it. However, I heard the splash of the Yellow River. After bidding farewell to the Yellow River, I went to Montenegro at dusk, but I didn't hear my parents calling for a female voice, but I heard riding and chirping in Yanshan Mountain. Wan Li to Rongji, the mountain is flying. The crescent moon is covered with gold, and the cold light is covered with iron. The general died in hundreds of battles, and the strong man returned ten years later. When he came back, he saw the son of heaven, who was sitting in the hall. He was rewarded by a hundred brave men. Khan asked him what he wanted, and I was willing to travel 1000 miles to send my son back to my 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) Recite ancient poems after class

Miscellaneous Poems in the Mountains (Wu Jun's Southern Dynasties) See smoke in the mountains, sunset in the bamboo, birds flying over the eaves, and clouds coming 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, but you miss Yuzhou.

One spring night in Los Angeles, I heard the flute (Li Baitang). The sound of the flute fluttered in the darkness, and the spring breeze filled the whole of Los Angeles. In this serenade, I heard the crack of willows, and everyone couldn't help homesick.

"Meet the Jingshi" (Tang) The east road is long, and the double-sleeved dragon bell cries. We will meet immediately without paper and pen, and we will use your information to report peace.

Xixi Chuzhou (Wei "Tang") lives alone beside Youcaoxi, and there are orioles singing in the trees. Spring tides bring late rain, and no one crosses the river in the wild.

"Meet the River" (Du) is a common scene in the palace of the King of Qi, and Cui Zao has heard about it. It's a beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and I meet you when the flowers fall.

Seeing Master Che Ling (Liu Changqing "Don") off from the temple, in the depths of its tender bamboo, came the low sound of dusk bells, while the pilgrims' hats carried the sunset and the distant green hills.

Inviting guests (Zhao Shixiu's Southern Song Dynasty) It rained in Huangmei's hometown, and frogs were everywhere in the grass pond. If you don't come at midnight, the chess pieces will be knocked down and the snuff will land.

On Poetry (Zhao Yi's Qing Dynasty) Du Li's poems have been widely circulated, but they are not new so far. Jiangshan has produced talents, each leading the way for hundreds of years.

The third and eighth grade first volume (1) ancient poetry class

Wang Yue (Du Fu) How majestic Mount Tai is! ? 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. Zeng Yun and birds flew back and forth in front of my nervous eyes. Once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that all the other mountains look short under the sky. ..

Wang Chun (Du Fu), though a leopard cannot change his spots, is full of green grass, tears falling from his English, and lonely birds wailing. After three months of bonfire, a letter from home is worth a thousand pounds of gold. It has become so thin that it can no longer hold hairpins.

Shi Hao (Du Fu) officials went to Shihao Village at dusk, and some officials arrested people at night. The old man climbed over the wall and the old woman went out to watch. Why did the official shout? 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, only one grandson. Grandson hasn't left yet, and he can't finish wearing his skirt. Although the old woman is weak, please go home at night and wait for the battle of Heyang, so she still has to prepare for the morning cooking. The night is silent, like crying, like choking. Dawn is the future, and you can say goodbye to the old man alone.

Guiyuan Tianju (the third place) (Tao Yuanming's "Eastern Jin Dynasty") planted beans at the foot of Nanshan. The grass is covered with beans and seedlings. In the morning, it was deserted and filthy, and the lotus hoe was taken home. The road is narrow, the grass is long, and my clothes are exposed at night. I didn't cherish them, but I didn't go against my will.

Take a bike to the fortress (Tang by Wang Wei). I want to ask about the border. It belongs to the country, and the road is long and Xiu Yuan is Xi. This is a lonely desert, where the long river sets the yen. While Xiao Guan was waiting to ride a horse, he was protected in Yanran.

Farewell your friend (Li Bai) at Jingmen Ferry. Stay away from Jingmen Ferry. Soon you will 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. Wan Li sends a boat.

The curtain is still moving, and the setting sun is already late in the east of Jiangxi Province, where Yueyang Tower is located in the Song-Chen Yu Dongting. Climb Wu Shu, lean on the lake and lean on the mountain. Wan Li's visit is still far away, and it is even more difficult to rely on risks for more than three years. In the ancient wind and frost, the old wood is infinitely sad.

(B) Extracurricular ancient poetry

In Long song (Han Yuefu), the sunflowers in Qingqing Garden are exposed to the sun. In Yangchun Budeze, everything is brilliant. I am always afraid that the autumn festival will come and the yellow flowers will wither. When shall I go back to the west? If young people don't work hard, old people will be sad.

Yewang (Wang Ji's "Tang") looks at the dusk in the east, why do you migrate? Trees are all autumn, and mountains only have light. The shepherd brought the calf back, hunted horses and brought birds back. They don't know each other, and Long song is pregnant with Cai Wei.

There is Huai River on the early cold river (Meng Haoran's Tang), and there is a north wind in the water cooling. I remember my home; But the bend of Xiangjiang River is surrounded by the clouds of this southern country where I am advancing. I cried until my tears ran out. I saw a boat in the sky in the distance. Where is the ferry? Can someone tell me? , more and more rough. It is getting dark.

A letter from Dongting Lake to Premier Zhang (Meng Haoran) In August, the lake here is as good as the sky, and the fog fills the air between Yungu and Menggu, trapping Yueyang City. I tried to cross it, but I couldn't find a boat. How ashamed I am, I am more lazy than you politicians. When I sit here and watch a fisherman throw fish, everyone feels like a fish.

The Yellow Crane Tower (Tang Dynasty) is the place where the Yellow Crane carried the saints to heaven. Now there is nothing left, only the Yellow Crane Tower will never come to the earth, and the white clouds will fly forever without him. Every tree in Hanyang becomes crystal clear, and Parrot Island is a nest of sweet grass, but I look home and the evening becomes dark? There is a sad mist on the river waves.

Friends (Li Bai) North of the Great Wall is a blue mountain range, and east of the Great Wall is a white waterline. You must leave me and float away like a loose aquatic plant for hundreds of miles. I will think of your floating clouds, so I think of me in the sunset. We waved goodbye, and my horse screamed again and again.

Autumn Ci (Liu Yuxi's Tang Dynasty) has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring. Clouds of cranes in the clear sky bring poetry to Bixiao.

Lushan Mountain Tour (Mei Yao Chen's Northern Song Dynasty) is suitable for wild, and Qian Shan is high and low. The good peaks change everywhere, and the secluded paths are lonely and charming. The frost falls on the bear tree, and the deer in the forest drinks the stream. Where are people? There are chickens outside the cloud.

There are blue buds under the orchids in Huanxisha (Su Shi's Northern Song Dynasty), which are immersed in the stream for a moment. The sand road between the pine forests is clean and muddy, and it is raining in the dusk. Who knows that there is no shortage of life? The water in front of the door can also flow west! Don't sing white-haired yellow chicken.

1 1 4th of the month is a stormy day (land tour). I was lying in a remote village, not feeling sorry for myself, but thinking about defending the wheel platform for my motherland. At night, I was lying in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, and the MOS Rail Glacier was dreaming.

Four. The first part of the second volume of the eighth grade

The first time I enjoyed Lotte Yangzhou (Liu Yuxi's "Tang"), Bashan Chuhe River was desolate, and I gave up on myself in 23 years. When he went back to his hometown, he looked like a rotten ke. He sank his boat, passed Qian Fan, and Wan Muchun was in front of the sick tree. Today, I listened to one of your songs and temporarily relied on the spirit of a glass of wine.

Chibi (Du Mu's Book of the Tang Dynasty) lost its halberd and sank its sand and iron, so it washed away the previous dynasty. Unlike the east wind, the bronze sparrow terrace locks Er Qiao in spring.

Wen Tianxiang's Southern Song Dynasty had a hard time, and there were fewer stars around. The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs. Fear on the beach says fear, and there is a sigh in the ocean. No one has died in life since ancient times. We should let our hearts live.

Shui Diao Song Tou (Su Shi's Northern Song Dynasty) (Chen Bing Mid-Autumn Festival, drunk, writing this article, and pregnant with a child. When will there be a bright moon? 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 has ups and downs. It was difficult to be complete in ancient times. I hope people will live for a long time and be beautiful thousands of miles away.

Mountain Slope Sheep Tongguan Nostalgia (Zhang Yuan) is full of peaks, angry waves, and mountains and rivers are both inside and outside Tongguan Road. Looking at Xijing from a distance, I hesitated and lamented that the palaces in Qin and Han Dynasties had been built, and the people were miserable and dying.

Drinking (5) (Tao Yuanming's "Eastern Jin Dynasty") Building a house is under human conditions, but there are no horses and chariots. What can you do? My heart is far from me. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. The mountains are getting better every day, and the birds are back ... that makes sense, but I forgot what I wanted to say. ..

It's hard to go (Li Bai Tang). The cost of pure wine is $10,000 for a gold cup and $10,000 for a hip flask. I throw away my food sticks and cups. I can't eat or drink. I pull out my dagger. I peep at four roads in vain. I will cross the Yellow River, but the ice blocks the ferry. I will climb the snowy Taihang Mountain. I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun. It's a hard road, a hard road and many roads, but it's safe now. Sometimes when the wind and waves break, they will hang clouds and sails to help the sea.

The thatched cottage was broken by the autumn wind (Du Tang Fu). In August, the wind roared, and there were three hairs on my house. Mao Fei crossed the river and sprinkled it on the periphery of the river. The highest one hung with long forest tips, and the lower one floated and sank into the pond depression. The children in Nancun bully me, but the thief across the street can bear it. They openly carried the hair into the bamboo forest, their lips were breathless, and when they came back, they sighed with a stick ... The wind set the clouds and ink color in an instant. 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, but the iron clothes are also difficult to protect. The vast sea is dry ice and the clouds are bleak. China's army bought wine and drinks in return for its guests, including the huqin pipa and the Qiangdi. There was snow after snow in Yuanmen, but the red flag could not be overturned by the wind. The east gate of Luntai will see you off, when the snow is full of mountains and roads. This mountain.

Ji Hai's miscellaneous poems (Gong Zizhen's "Qing") are full of sadness, and the sun is setting and the whip is pointing to the horizon. Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more.

Extracurricular part

To my younger brother (Serina Liu's Eastern Han Dynasty), the pavilion is loose on the mountain, and there is a sum in the rustling valley. When the wind is strong, the pine branches are vigorous. First frost is miserable and always right at the end of the year. Don't suffer from cold, pine and cypress have sex.

Farewell to the governor's post in Shu (Tang), across the wall of Sanqin, across the water of five rivers, we said goodbye. We two officials run counter to each other. However, China has our friendship, and the sky is our neighbor. Why do you wander at the fork in the road, and their children are stained with towels?

On the Youzhou Tower (Chen Ziang "Hall"), in front of me, is it the past era? Behind me, where are the future generations? I think of heaven and earth, there is no limit, there is no end, I am alone, tears fell down.

I am in the retreat of Mount Zhongnan (King), and my middle-aged heart has found a way. I came to live at the foot of this mountain, and it is all my beauty. I will go to the water to check my path, then sit and watch the rising clouds, and one day I will meet an old woodcutter, talking and laughing, and never return.

Yesterday, I said goodbye to Minister Shu Yun at Xie Tiao Villa (Li Bai) in Xuanzhou, and I had to leave Bolt and me. Today hurts my heart even more. Autumn geese and Changfeng escort me. I look at each other on this villa and drink my wine. The bones of great writers are your brushes. In the school in heaven, I grew up beside you. We are all far-sighted, looking forward to the sky and the moon. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords, we raise our glasses to allay our worries and make them sadder. Life is not worth living in this world. The Ming Dynasty sent a boat out.

In early spring, the rain in the sky is crisp, but the grass color is far from close. The best advantage of spring is that it is better than the smoke willows everywhere in the imperial city.

Untitled (Li Shangyin's "Tang") I have known her for a long time, and we have been apart for a long time. The east wind rises, the flowers bloom, the spring silkworms die, the candles burn every night, and the clouds change in the morning mirror, but I dare to sing Pengshan at night. Oh, the bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .

Meeting each other (Li Yu's "Five Dynasties South Tang") is nothing to go to the West Building alone, and the moon is like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks the clear autumn. Constant cutting and confusion are sad parting, especially the general taste in my heart.

Dengfeilaifeng (Wang Anshi's Northern Song Dynasty) flew to Chihiro Pagoda on the mountain and heard the cock crow. He is not afraid of floating clouds to cover his eyes, and his realm is the highest.

Su Muzhe (Fan Zhongyan, Northern Song Dynasty) has a clear sky, yellow leaves and autumn colors, cold waves and thick smoke. The mountains reflect the water in the sunset, the grass is ruthless, and it is even more outside the sunset. I miss my hometown and my journey. Every night, unless, good dreams make people fall asleep. The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine into my heart turns into homesick tears.

The first volume of the fifth and ninth grades (1), ancient poetry classes.

Wang Jiangnan (Wen "Tang") is clean and leans on Wangjianglou alone. After all, Qian Fan is nothing, the twilight is full of water and heartbroken in Baipingzhou.

Qiu Si, the pride of the fisherman (Fan Zhongyan's Northern Song Dynasty), has left a different kind of scenery for Qiu Lai. Hengyang goose didn't pay attention. Sounds like horns in all directions. Thousands of miles. The long smoke was cut off from the sunset. Wan Li didn't forget what to do after drinking a glass of turbid wine. Qiang Guan is full of frost. People can't sleep. The general was white-haired and wanted to cry without tears.

"Jiangchengzi" went hunting in Mizhou (Su Shi's Northern Song Dynasty), and the old lady talked about juvenile madness, pulling yellow on the left and pale on the right, wearing a golden hat and mink fur, and riding a thousand horses to roll up Hiraoka. In order to cover the whole city, I played the tiger to see Sun Lang. The wine is still drunk, and the temples are slightly frosted. What's the matter? When will the emperor send someone down, like Emperor Han sent Feng Tang to the cloud to pardon Shang Wei? Bow like a full moon, look northwest and shoot Sirius.

Wuling Chun (Li Qingzhao's Southern Song Dynasty) has run out of wind and flowers, and she is tired of combing her hair at night. Everything is that people want to stop everything and want to cry first. It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and I plan to go boating. I'm afraid double happiness can't carry much on my mind.

Broken Array gave Chen Tongfu (Xin Qiji in Southern Song Dynasty) a strong word. He was drunk and looked at the sword, dreaming of playing the horn in the camp to fight. Under the command of 800 Li, 50 strings turned over the Great Wall, and stationed in the battlefield in the golden autumn. The horse made Luffy run so fast that he was frightened. He saved the king's world and won his fame before he died. What a pity!

(B) Extracurricular ancient poetry

Looking at wheat cutting (Bai Juyi's Tang Poetry), the Tian family has few idle months, and people are twice as busy in May. At night, the south wind came, the wheat was yellow, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were full, and the baby was carrying the pot pulp. She went with the soldiers, and Ding Zhuang was in Nangang. She exudes the heat of the country, and the sun is scorching. She was exhausted and didn't realize the heat, but she regretted the long summer. There's another poor woman.

On a moonlit night (Liu Tang), the moonlight is deeper than half a room, and Beidou South is lazy. Spring blossoms tonight, and insects are fresh through the green screen window.

Wen was an early traveler of Shangshan. He began to collect taxes in the morning and visited his hometown with sadness. Chickens are singing in Maodian, and the moon is full. Mistletoe leaves fall down the mountain road, and bitter orange flowers shine on the wall of the post. Because of Ling Du's dream, the geese returned to the pond.

"Yongmei (Lu you) outside the broken bridge station, lonely. It's already lonely at dusk, and it's even stormy. Everyone is jealous if he has no intention of fighting for spring. It was smashed into mud and crushed into ash, and only the fragrance was the same.

Swallow came to the news agency (Yan Shu's Song) after pear flower falls Tomb-Sweeping Day. At three or four o'clock, the pond is covered with moss, and there are orioles at the bottom of the leaves once or twice. The days are long and there are few sheep. I smiled at my female companions in the east and greeted them on the Mulberry Trail. I suspect I had a good dream last night, but Yuan won by mowing grass today. I smiled from both faces.

Huanxisha (Su Shi) made clothes and towels rustle and jujube flowers fall. The car rang in the south of the village. Cow clothes and ancient willows sell cucumbers. The wine is sleepy and the road is sleepy, and the sun is thirsty for tea. Knock on the door and ask the savage.

Drunk flowers (Li Qingzhao) The fog is thick, which makes the brain worry forever and makes the golden beast disappear. There are double ninth festival, jade pillow and gauze kitchen, which are cool in the middle of the night. After drinking wine in Dongli at dusk, a faint fragrance filled his sleeves. People are thinner than yellow flowers.

"Nanxiangzi" was published in Beijing, and Gu Beiting was especially pregnant (Xin Qiji, Southern Song Dynasty). Where can I see China? 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. Have a baby like Sun Zhongmou.

Mountain Slope Sheep "Li Mountain Nostalgia (Zhang Yuan) Li Mountain looks around, and one side is on fire, so where is luxury now? "I saw the grass is sparse and the water is lingering. I still hate foggy trees. Zhou, Qi, Qin, Han and Chu dynasties all won and turned into dirt. If you lose, you will become dirt.

The Emperor of Heaven chants the trumpet (Wang Pan's Ming), which is a suona with a small tune and a big cavity. The official ship is in a mess, and it depends on your price increase. The army is worried about the army, but the people are afraid of the army. 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!

Six. The first volume of the ninth grade (1) ancient poetry class

Official Luo (Book of Songs) official Luo dove, in Hezhou. The beautiful and virtuous woman is a good spouse of a gentleman. My fair lady flows from one side to the other. My fair lady longs for it.

Jiaxu (Book of Songs) is green, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. Walking back and forth from here, the road is blocked and long. Go back and forth from it, it is in the middle of the water. Jia Jian is growing up, and the Millennium is not lingering.

(A) Extracurricular ancient poetry

Joining the army (Yang Jiong's "Tang"), the bonfire shines in Xijing, and my heart is unwilling. My teeth bid farewell to Phoenix Que, and my iron horse galloped in Dragon City. The snow is black, the flag is painted and the wind is noisy. Being a centurion is better than being a scholar.

Drinking the bright moon alone (Li Baitang), since from a pot of wine among the flowers, I drink alone. No one accompanied me until I raised my cup, and I asked the moon to bring me my shadow, so that the three of us could not drink, and my shadow marked me blankly; But there was still a time when I had these friends, eat, drink and spring. I wander on the moon, singing, and dancing. When you wake up, you have sex with each other, and when you get drunk, you break up. There will always be a ruthless journey, and each other will be very happy.

Three groups of chickens in Qiang village (Du) were screaming and the guests were fighting until the chickens were driven to the tree. Then I heard the sound of knocking at Chai Jing. Four or five old people asked me about my long trip. They all have their own things in their hands, and the wine is thin, and the millet has no seeds. Soldiers and soldiers will not rest, and their children will expedition to the East. Please sing an old song for your father, feeling ashamed and affectionate. Let's go to heaven.

Deng Lou (Du Fu) rose above my window, hurting the wanderer's heart. Seen from this height, it is sad all over the Silk River, with bright spring, floating between heaven and earth, like a cloud of jade peaks, between ancient and modern times. The northern dynasties remained unchanged, and bandits dared not go out of the western hills, sighing at dusk and chatting at dusk.

"Song of the Running Horse River" bid farewell to General Feng of the Western Expedition (Li Bai's "Tang"), and look at the flying snow sea of the Running Horse River! On this September night, the wheel tower and the valley were full of pecking measures, falling down and falling, and the Tatar horse was full despite the gray grass, and the smoke and dust gathered in the west of Jinshan, and the generals of the Korean family set off to the west. The general spent the night shining, and the troops marched in the middle of the night, and the limelight was like a knife. Horse hair steamed snow sweat, five flowers spun into ice, curtain grass condensed ink. Short soldiers are not expected to smell it.

Left moved to Languan to show my nephew Xiang () the letter he typed in the morning, and at night it was 8,000 on Chaoyang Road. If you want to eliminate disasters for saints, you are willing to decline and cherish the old! Where is the home of Yunheng Qinling? Snow blocked the blue horse. I know you should be interested in coming all the way so that I can collect my bones from the river.

Full Moon Feelings (Bai Juyi Tang) My heritage was lost in chaos and famine, my brothers and sisters ran around, my fields and gardens were destroyed by war, my own flesh and blood became the dregs of the street, I groaned at my own shadow like a lonely wild goose, and I was torn off my roots like an autumn grass. * * * Looking at the moon, I want to cry, for my heart, five places, all sick and willing.

The birthday star of Yanmen (Li He's "Tang"), the dark clouds are pressing the city to destroy, and the golden light is spreading. In autumn, the horn is ringing all over the sky, and the swallow fat is frozen at night. Half a red flag is near Yishui, and the frost is heavy and cold. I report to you that you are willing to take Yulong to death.

The divination operator "sends Bao Haoran to the east of Zhejiang (Crown Song) with his eyes crossed and his eyebrows gathered on the mountain. If you ask pedestrians where to go, they will only send you home in spring and then send you home. If you catch up with the spring in the south of the Yangtze River, you must live with it.

Bieyunjian (Xia Wanchun "Ming") has been a tourist for three years, and now it is crowned in the south. There are endless tears in the mountains and rivers, who said that heaven and earth are wide! You can know that the spring road is close, so it is difficult for an old friend to leave.

People's education edition junior high school Chinese requires reciting classical Chinese.

In seventh grade.

1, Tong Qu 2, The Analects of Confucius 3, Spring 4, Four Ancient Poems 5, Two Proses-Mother of the Golden Lotus Leaf 6, Two Stories on Earth 7, Two Poems by Guo Moruo.

Below grade seven

8. If life deceives you. 9. Mulan Poetry 10, Mouth Art 1 1, two short essays-Kuafu can't touch the mountain at dusk.

In the eighth grade,

12, Peach Blossom Garden 13, two short essays-Love Lotus at My Poor Home 14, The Story of the Nuclear Ship 2-4 15, A Journey to the Avenue 16, and three poems by Du Fu.

Below eighth grade

2 1, the first six paragraphs of Lei Dian 22, A Letter to Zhu 23, Biography of Mr. Wuliu 24, Preface to Sending Dongyang 26, Poem of Five Words 27, Little Stone Pond 28, Story of Yueyang Tower 29 and Story of Yang Yue Tower 29.

In ninth grade,

3 1, Qinyuan Spring Snow 32, Model 33, Five Poems

Below grade nine

34. Two poems about homesickness. I use the broken palm 36. Motherland, my dear motherland. Mencius, Chapter 2, 38. I want fish. 39. Cao Gui debate 40. Zou Ji satirized Wang Qike for training. Book of Songs.