Gong mistakenly logged for five years.

Twenty-two years' Debate on Gong Zi Yu

In thirty-three years, there was a battle with vegetables.

In his third year in Gong Xuan, the King of Chu won the championship.

Zhuangzi Zhuangzhou

The inner chapters are "Happy Travel", "The Principle of Everything" and "Health Master"

Han Fei, a difficult story

Conspiracy in the warring States period

Chichess, Meng Ke County, Feng Xuan

Le Yi, Yance II, submitted a letter to the prince.

Fan Ju, the sage of Qin Ce, called the King of Qin.

Xun Kuang and Xunzi's persuasion

The book of persuasion and resignation, Reese

Buju Quyuan

Song Yu, "the prodigal son's ode to the prodigal son"

Jia Yi, on Qin

On Your Millet Chao Cuo.

Li Ling's Answer to Su Wushu

"Seven Hairs" Mei Cheng

Sima Xiangru in Zi Xu's Fu

Sima Qian in Historical Records

The whole historical records can be read, including many predecessors' masterpieces extracted by Sima Qian. If you don't have time to read the whole article, you can read the following articles first: Biography of Xiang Yu, Biography of Qu Yuan Jia Sheng, Biography of Hou Huaiyin, Biography of General Wei's title of generals in ancient times, Biography of Assassins and Preface to Taishi.

Sima Qian's Letter to Ren An

Yang Xiong in Ganquan Fu

Ban Gu in Du Liangfu

Zhang Heng of Erjing Fu

Dian LUN Cao Wen pi

Cao Zhi in Luo Shen Fu

Zhuge Liang, once a model.

"Chen Qingbiao" Shimi

Lu Ji of Wen Fu

Wang Xizhi's Preface to Lanting Collection

Tao Yuanming in Peach Blossom Garden

"Hate Fu" Jiang Yan

Yu Xin's "Jiangnan Fu"

, Li generation, spread all over the world.

Wang Bo's Preface to Wang Teng Pavilion

Du Mu, a Gong Fangfu

Shi Shuo Han Yu

Han Yu, the way to learn

Han Yu: Sacrificing Shiro

"Yueyang Tower" Fan Zhongyan

Ouyang Xiu, The History of the New Five Dynasties, Biography of Lingguan, Preface

Ouyang Xiu, Ode to Autumn Sound

Ouyang xiu, Longgang pliers Biao

On Jia Suyi's Poems

Su Shi's "Thousand Red Cliffs Fu"

Two. poetry

The following are famous poems that students are advised to recite in full (at least know the next sentence when you say the last sentence, otherwise you will be embarrassed to say that you have read the poem).

1. Tang poetry:

Yu Shinan

cicada

Cicada droops like a tassel on a hat, its tentacles suck the clear dew, and its voice spreads from the branches of the straight Shulang tree.

Cicada is far away from cicada because cicada is on a tall tree, not relying on autumn wind.

Luo

A political prisoner is listening to cicadas.

Cicadas sing in the west, and guests think of the south.

I can't stand the shadow on my temple to break the heart of a white-haired prisoner.

His flight passed through the thick fog, and his pure voice was drowned in the world of wind.

Who knows if he is still singing? Who will listen to me? .

Give someone a skill in Yishui

In this place, Jing Ke bid farewell to Yan Taizi Dan, and the strong man was sad and sorrowful.

No one was there at that time, and the water is still cold today.

Du shenyan

Looking forward to an early spring outing with Lu Cheng in Jinling.

Only those who are far away from home are particularly sensitive to the change of natural phenology.

The bright sun on the sea is about to rise, and Jiangnan in the south of the Yangtze River is reviving.

Warm spring urges warblers to sing, and duckweed in the clear sun is dark in color.

Suddenly an old song played, and I was homesick.

Bo Wang

Tengwangge's poems

Wang Teng Linjiang Pearl, Ming Luan continues to sing and dance.

The painted building faces Nanpu Cloud, and the bead curtain rolls up the rain in the western hills at dusk.

The shadow of the idle cloud pool is long, and things change for a few years.

Where is the emperor in the cabinet today? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows by itself.

Du Shaofu was appointed viceroy of Sichuan.

Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river.

We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.

After all, the world is just a small place.

Why are you wandering at the fork in the road? The child is holding a towel.

In the mountains.

The sorrow of the Yangtze River has stagnated, and Wan Li's thoughts will return.

The night is high and windy, and the mountains fly.

Yang Jiong

join the army

The flames of bonfires in Kyoto, Chang 'an City, crude gas oil.

Leaving the palace, the general will assume the command; Surrounding the enemy and attacking the city, the elite cavalry are extremely brave.

The heavy snow darkened the color; The wind roared and the drums rang.

I'd rather be a junior officer to fight for my country than a white-faced scholar who only engraved his chapter.

Liu Xiyi

A generation of sad Chinese Pulsatilla

To the east of Luoyang, peaches and plums fly around.

Luoyang's daughter looks very good and sighs as soon as she sits down.

The color of flowers has changed this year, but who will bloom next year?

I have seen handsome pines and cypresses destroyed into firewood, and I heard that mulberry fields have become the sea.

Old friends no longer lament that the peach blossoms are dying in the east of Luoyang, but now people are still falling in the wind.

Flowers still bloom every year, but they are different from year to year.

Tell those young people in their prime that they should pity this half-dead old man.

Now he is white-haired and poor, but he is still a handsome young woman.

The old man in his later years once danced with the son of Yu Fangshu's son in the methotrexate song.

There are also beautiful decorative billiard tables like Guanglu Xun Imperial Guards and Horses in the Eastern Han Dynasty, and there are also those with colorful fairy painted in the mourning hall like Liang Ji.

When the old man is sick in bed, he is ignored. In the past, he had fun in the spring. Where is the Qing dance now?

How many times can a beautiful woman like a beautiful woman last? After a while, the crane was disheveled and pale as silk.

But looking at ancient song and dance venues, only birds are sad at dusk.

Song Wenzhi

Inscribed on the wall of an inn in the north of Dayu Mountain.

In the lunar month, geese began to fly south. It is said that they flew to Dayuling, and they all turned back.

Birds don't enter, but I don't travel far to Lingnan. I don't know when, when can I return home?

The tide receded, the river rippled quietly, the forest was dark and malaria was scattered.

Tomorrow I will climb to the top of the mountain and look north at my hometown, or I can see the red berries on the top of the mountain.

Crossing the Han River

The south, who was exiled to Lingnan, cut off contact with relatives, survived the winter and experienced a new year.

The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home.

Shen quanqi

See you alone

Yu Jintang, a young woman from Lujia, couples of swallows perched on the hawksbill beam.

Hearing the cold beat of the washing mallet shake the leaves, Liaoyang expedition will go for ten years.

And the news was lost in the White Wolf River. The autumn night in Red Phoenix here is long.

Who said that sadness made you unable to see loneliness, only saw the moonlight on the yellow silk waves on her textile machine?

Chen Ziang

Youzhou Tower.

No one can see the ancient wisdom of the ancient king, only those wise men who can't see the afterlife can see it.

Only the boundless universe, boundless, can't stop the tears full of sadness.

He zhangzhi

The Willow

Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.

I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Two hometown couplets

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.

I have been away from my hometown for many years, and I have been half-dead recently.

Only in front of Jinghu Lake, the spring breeze does not change the waves of the past.

Zhang

Chunjiang moonlit night

Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.

I drift with the tide for thousands of miles, and there is no moon by the river.

The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel.

Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion.

There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky.

Whoever sees the moon at the first sight by the river shines at the beginning of the month.

Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year.

I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.

The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss.

Whose boat is flat tonight, where to miss the bright moon building.

Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror.

The curtain of the jade pot could not be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the anvil.

At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.

Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water.

Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.

In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west.

The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite.

I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees.

Zhang Jiuling

Looking at the moon, thinking of a distant one.

The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.

People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.

Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.

You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.

Wang Zhihuan

At Helen's cabin.

The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.

By going up one flight of stairs, look further.

Liangzhou Song

The Yellow River is getting farther and farther away, because it flows in the middle of the Yellow River, and Yumenguan is located on a lonely mountain.

Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing!

meng haoran

Song of the night deer gate

In the evening, the bell of the temple echoed in the valley, and a noisy voice sounded at Yulu Ferry.

People walked along the shore to Jiangcun village, and I also returned to Lumen by boat.

The moonlight at the deer gate made the mountain tree appear, and I suddenly came to the seclusion of exile.

Lonely mountain road and quiet forest road, only hermits come and go gracefully here.

Message from Dongting Lake to Premier Zhang.

The autumn water rises and almost blends with the shore, mixing water and sky with the sky.

Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang.

I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age.

Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish.

From a berth in Tonglu to a friend in Yangzhou.

Monkeys whimper on the dark mountain, and the river rushes in the dark.

The wind on both sides of the strait rustled the branches and leaves, and the moonlight reflected on the river, a boat on a river.

Jiande's scenery is good, but it's not my hometown. I still miss my old friends in Yangzhou.

Recalling those two lines of tears that I couldn't restrain, I looked at the west side of the west bank and sent sadness to Yangzhou.

Farewell to Wang Wei

I waited slowly and reluctantly, day after day, until now I had to leave.

Old friend, how sweet the roadside flowers would be if they didn't mean goodbye.

The lords of the kingdom are very hard on us, and the people who handle affairs are not our own kind.

You should just be lonely, and I will close the door of my old garden.

Rise to the top with philosophers

When things change, time is often the time to form ancient and modern times.

Now we can climb the mountain to visit the historical sites preserved all over the country.

Weir water shows the river surface, and Yunmengze is cold and mysterious.

The monument to Yang Hucheng is still towering, and tears are wet after reading the epitaph.

Passing through the village of the old man

This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm.

Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.

Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops.

Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.

On returning to Nanshan at the end of the year

Don't write to the North Yard again, let me go back to the old hut in the old Nanshan.

I have no reason to decide to give up my point of view. My old and many sick friends have stopped practicing.

The frequency of white hair is that people are getting more and more every day, and spring is coming to force them to die.

Full of sadness, tossing and turning, the pine forest is empty under the moon.

Dawn of spring

Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.

How many flowers fall after a stormy night.

Night parking on Jiande River.

Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart.

The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.

Richie

An old war song.

During the day, the beacon tower climbing the mountain observes and gives an alarm, and at night, the horse leads the horse to the riverside.

The dark wind blew bursts of sounds, like the pipa of a princess in the Han Dynasty, full of hidden grievances.

The clouds in the wilderness are not near the city wall at all, and the rain and snow cover the boundless desert.

The sorrowful Hu Yanyan flew through the air, and HUS soldiers were all in tears.

It is said that Yumenguan has blocked the road, so the soldiers can only follow the general around.

The bones of death are buried in the wilderness every year, and only grapes from the western regions are sent to the Han people.

Goodbye, my friend Chen.

In the fourth month, the south wind blew the yellow barley plain, the jujube flowers had not withered, and the leaves of Laka had grown.

The green peaks we left at dawn can still be seen at night. Go out and miss your hometown.

Chen, my friend, you have always been a great good man with your dragon beard, tiger eyebrows and your big forehead.

You hide thousands of books in your arms. You hold your head high and never bow your head.

I bought wine and made a wish. Everything is as light as a feather here at the East Gate.

You lie flat, drunk and forget the white sun, but you open your eyes from time to time and stare at the high lonely clouds.

The tide of the lonely river joined the dark sky and the ferryman boarded his boat. It's getting late and we can't sail.

People from Zheng can't go home, and people from Luoyang sigh with disappointment.

I heard that there are many friends around your woodland residence, and you were fired yesterday. Are they your friends today? ?

Guyi

Ladies and gentlemen, when the country is heavy and the military expedition, it's your turn to gallop at an early age.

I often compete with others at once, and I never cherish my seven feet.

To fight bravely, no one dares to come forward to recruit; He has a dignified look and a beard as lush as a hedgehog.

Bai Yunfei, Tommy Tam, Huang Yun, you can't repay without gratitude.

There is a girl waiting in Dongliao, a fifteen-year-old girl who is used to playing the pipa and can sing and dance well.

Today, with the music of Qiangdi playing, all the soldiers were moved to tears.

Farewell, Wei Wan.

In the morning, I heard the wanderer singing a farewell song. Last night, you crossed the Yellow River.

People who are most worried are afraid to hear the swan song, and lonely travelers are in the silence of mountains and clouds.

In the morning of Tongguan, the cold was urged to approach the capital, and the sound of changing lanes in late autumn reached a later evening.

Please don't think Chang 'an is a place of enjoyment, lest you waste precious time.

Wang Changling

Seven military songs (4)

There is a dark snow-capped mountain in Qinghai, with long white clouds and a lonely city looking at Yumenguan.

Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but the loulan is not returned.

The first part "two dikes"

It is still the moon and border pass in Qin and Han dynasties, and the enemy has fought a protracted war.

If Wei Qing, who attacked Longcheng, and Li Guang, the flying general, were alive today, the Huns would not be allowed to go south to spend their horses in Yinshan.

a song of the spring palace

Last night, the spring breeze blew the peach blossoms in the well, and the moon in front of Weiyang Palace hung high in the sky.

Pingyang's geisha was attracted by the emperor, who gave her a brocade robe in the cold weather outside the curtain.

Five Poems Written by Qiu Changxin (Ⅱ)

The broom opens the golden palace, and the round fan lingers.

A beautiful face is not as beautiful as a crow, and it can also bring the shadow of Zhaoyang Hall.

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Always in my heart.

A young woman in the boudoir will never be sad; Spring came dressed up and boarded Chui Building alone.

Suddenly I saw the green willows, and I felt uncomfortable; Oh, I regret that I shouldn't have asked my husband to find Hou Feng.

Break up with Xinjian at Furong Inn.

Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan!

Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!