Pipa's Classical Works of China

1. Do you want to recite the classical Chinese "Pipa Story" in high school (you need to recite the whole poem, just read it carefully). Preface to Pipa is Bai Juyi's preface: Yuanhe will move to Sima, Jiujiang County for ten years.

Next autumn, I will send a guest to Pukou, and I will hear those pipa players in the middle of the night. Listen to its voice, there is the voice of Kyoto.

Ask him, Ben Chang 'an advocates women and is good at learning pipa from Mu and Cao. Old age is fading, and I am committed to being a wife.

Then he ordered wine and asked him to play a few songs quickly. The songs were all merciful. I said that I was happy when I was young, but now I am drifting away and wandering between rivers and lakes.

After two years as an official, I feel at ease and feel that I have moved towards the future. Because of long sentences and songs, every 612 words are called pipa xing.

Text: I am seeing guests off by Xunyang River, and maple leaves and rushes rustle in autumn. I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.

Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon. We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.

We followed the direction of the melody and asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered. We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.

However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us. ... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.

Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life. She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.

She brushes the strings, twists them slowly, sweeps them and plucks them, first "Nishang" and then "Six Yao". Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.

Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice.

The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop. Don't be sad, silence is better than sound.

The silver bottle burst into water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons. Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.

The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river. Put it in the strings thoughtfully, straighten the clothes and make them look astringent.

Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill. She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.

Song was once called a gifted scholar, and her beauty envied all the leading dancers. How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.

The silver comb inlaid with shells was broken by her rhythm, and the bloody skirt was stained with wine. Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.

Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared. Lengma was at the door, so at last she gave her wife to a businessman.

Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago. The first empty ship that came to Jiangkou had no companions except the bright moon and cold water.

Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears. Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder.

We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? . A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile.

Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year. My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes.

What do you smell at dusk? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing. I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining.

Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears. Hearing your pipa tonight, I feel as if my hearing is illuminated by wonderful music.

Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about the guitar ... She was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.

Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces. But which of them cried the most? ? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet.

In the tenth year of Yuanhe, he was demoted to Jiujiang Sima. One night in the second autumn, I sent a friend to Songpukou and heard someone playing the pipa on the boat. The voice jingled in the capital, full of charm. Ask that person, only to know that she used to be a geisha in Chang 'an, and once studied pipa with two famous teachers, Cao and Mu.

As I grew older, my beauty declined, so I had to be a businessman's wife. I ordered the wine and set it up, which made her play a few songs happily. She was very sad when she finished playing.

Described the happy scene when I was young; But now, wandering and haggard, wandering in the rivers and lakes! Being demoted to Beijing for two years, I feel very calm and content with the status quo; After listening to her words that night, I felt the taste of being relegated, so I made this long poem for her, with a total of 6 12 words (in fact, the whole poem is 6 16 words), named Pipa Xing. In the evening, I said goodbye to my friends by Xunyang River. Maple leaves are in full bloom and rustle in the autumn wind.

The master got off the horse and walked into a friend's boat. He picked up the wine to drink, but there was no music to entertain him. Gloomily drunk, sad to be separated, to be separated, the vast river flooded in the bright moon.

Suddenly I heard the sound of pipa floating on the water. The host forgot to go back and the guests refused to get up.

Quietly ask who is playing the pipa with voice. The pipa stopped, and I tried to speak but I couldn't speak slowly. Get close to the boat and let that man come to see you.

Add wine, light a lamp, and set a banquet. After repeated calls, she was willing to walk out of the cabin, holding the pipa in her hand and covering half her face.

Twisting the spindle, plucking the strings, plucking two or three times, but not yet playing a tune, I am full of emotions. Every string is sighing, and every sound is meditating, as if telling a dissatisfied story.

Keep your eyebrows down and play with your hands, telling endless sad stories while playing. Close it gently, twist it slowly, wipe it and pick it. At first, I played "Nishang", and later I played "Six hexagrams".

The thick string is noisy, like a storm, and the thin string is earnest, like a whisper among children. Noisy and cut, mixed into one piece, big beads and small beads, full of jade plates.

The oriole at the bottom of the flower-how fluent it is, and how hard it is to swallow the spring water under the ice! When the running water freezes, it also freezes the strings of the pipa. Black boy freezes, and his voice stops temporarily. In addition, it also reveals a kind of sadness hidden in the deep heart. At this time, there is no sound, but it is more exciting than sound.

Suddenly a silver bottle exploded and water slurry rushed in. Suddenly, a group of soldiers came out, and their swords and guns roared. After the bullet is finished, the plucked string crosses the middle of the string, and the four strings make the same sound, as if tearing silk.

There was no one talking on the east and west ships, only a full moon shining in the middle of the river. I suspect that swallowing the dial and inserting it on the string, tidying up my clothes and standing up is very respectful.

She complained, "Originally, she was a girl from Beijing and lived near the Ranling. At the age of thirteen, he learned to play the pipa, and his name was registered in the first part of the teaching workshop.

After singing the song, she was praised by the composer, and her makeup often caused Qiu Niang's jealousy. Wuling teenagers rushed to give gifts, and a song was exchanged for countless Wuling Shu brocade.

The beating time broke the cloud grate on the head, eating wine and splashing bloody skirts. Laugh this year, laugh next year, and spend many autumn nights and spring gently; The same sister married a soldier, and the procuress died. Ruthless time took away the beautiful beauty.

Cars and horses in front of the door, more and more scarce, married a businessman.

2. Senior two language, classical Chinese, Pipaxing third paragraph extended prose] Jiangnan misty rain Pipaxing

1 100 years ago, Bai Juyi moved to Sima, Jiujiang County and lived by Poyang Lake. One autumn night, the poet was awakened by the sound of pipa. Following the pipa, the poet found himself, and Poyang Lake shed two lines of clear tears. The sound of the piano and tears sank to the bottom of the lake, and the noisy strings can still be heard here thousands of years later.

I was awakened by the sound of pipa and walked by the lake. The sound of a thousand years ago seemed to be in my ear, as if it were yesterday.

At that moment, Bai Juyi walked on the singer's string, and the lute sounded in the poet's poem, and the plucker twisted it gently and slowly. The people on the string were drunk and unhappy, and the pipa sounded in my heart and disappeared into the poem. Only Jiangzhou Sima was left in front of the case, and tears were wet.

In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn. I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.

New wine, tea in front of us, white horses that are not drunk but want to get drunk, birds in the lake and new buds by the lake are playing tricks on the drunken eyes of unknown poets. Are you there? Are you drunk? Are you leaving? Are you awake? The poet and the autumn wind, ask and answer. The autumn rain in the south of the Yangtze River tears the sky and the earth. The poet's glass can be lifted, but it can't be put down.

For thousands of years, stone lions have been standing by the lake. Do you remember the white Sima? Besma doesn't even remember you. That day, the poet who came home late was really drunk, and the liquor burned his chest. In his chest, there is only ambition that is hard to pay, and the liquor blurs his eyes. In his eyes, there is only a vague figure.

Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder. We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? .

Pipa is not far away, but spring has come.

Poetry has flavor. Poetry at the moment has the fragrance of wet grass. As soon as the poet arrived, Qingxi Springs all over the mountain began to sing, and the sky was mighty, and the wind was looking for chapters and sentences. The poet stretched out his hand and pulled out a new poem. There were too many poems, and the poets began to scatter casually. I followed, and when I leaned over, it was an eternal classic.

There are too many poems, and the poet has built a home for them.

Bai Juyi Caotang is a paradise for poetry. Late in the morning, the poet lay here high and stretched himself, which was actually very poetic.

I sat alone in front of the thatched cottage, waiting for the poet and the late spring of Bai Sima.

The pipa is still there, and I clearly hear the cheerful plucking sound, which is more urgent than the poet's footsteps, more relaxed than the poet's mood, and more romantic than the poet's poems.

The poet came back, with poems, wine and flowers.

A flower, a glass of wine and a poem can't tell who is more intoxicating and who is more brilliant. I can't tell who will flourish in my fingers and who will spread for longer. There are flowers and wine, and Bai Sima is drunk in front of the horse of the poem, and the poem is speechless. Poetry is the poet's initial and final destination, and poetry is the poet's eternal spring.

Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music. Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about guitar. ..

3. Ask for some long, classic poems, such as pipa, everlasting regret and so on. There are flowers and moons along the river.

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.

Who sees the moon first by the river, and when does the river shine on people at the beginning of the year?

Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is 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.

Wu Yuyang's meticulous and heavy-colored painting "Moonlit Night on the Spring River"

Whose boat tonight, where do you miss the moon floor?

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.

4. People's Education Edition must recite ancient Chinese poems, and the contents of ancient Chinese poems must be three compulsory courses and four essential ancient Chinese poems in senior high school: Eight poems in autumn (1)-Du Fu, Mourning Poems (3)-Du Fu, Gao Deng-Du Fu, Pipa Star-Bai Juyi {When I was studying this text last year, the teacher only asked us to recite the second paragraph}. But please confirm mine again}, I am doing it for the country-Mencius, Persuading to Learn-Xunzi, Guo Qin-Jia Yi {we try our best to remember the last sentence in school, which is also the most classic sentence}, the teacher said-Han Yu. The necessary ancient poems in Compulsory 4 are: Lin Yuling-Liu Yong, Nian Nujiao, Nostalgia at Chibi-Su Shi and Ding Feng. The difficulty of Shu Dao is difficult to go to the sky! Until the two rulers of this area advanced in the foggy age, 48,000 years later, there was no connection between Qinsaitong and Dabai Mountain, and there was still only one bird path to the west, reaching the peak of Emei Mountain. This was broken by an earthquake, and some brave people lost it, and then stepped stone piles. On the high flag, six dragons drive the sun, and far below, the river lashes its twisted channel. The yellow crane can't fly, and the ape is eager to try. Blue mud twists and turns, mountains twists and turns. Ginseng is resting on his back, sitting with his head in his hands and sighing. When will you go back to the west? I even heard its cheeks turn pale, the highest cliff is only one foot below heaven, the dry pine trees hang their heads, roaring water, collapsed cliffs, rotating stones, and thunder from the surface of the cliff. All these dangers are above danger, and people in the distance are so stupid! Although the bunker is strong and severe, and one person guards it, ten thousand people can't break it, but what if he is disloyal and a wolf treats his companions? There are hungry tigers during the day and poisonous reptiles at night. Their teeth and fangs are ready to kill people like hemp. Although Chengdu is happy, it is better to return early. The road is hard to walk, and heaven is hard to walk! I looked sideways to the west and looked at the long advice. Eight poems with prosperous autumn colors (1) Dewdrops wither maple trees, and Wushan Wuxia is bleak. The waves in the river move with the sky, and the clouds are grounded in the shade. Cong Ju shed tears the other day. She was alone in the boat. It was the heart of her hometown. Cold clothes are everywhere, and Bai Dicheng is anxious. She cherishes historical sites (3) Thousands of mountains and valleys are near Jingmen, and the girl of light grew up in the village where she grew up. She walked out of the Purple Palace and walked into the desert, and now she has become a green grave in the twilight. Huan Peikong returned to the soul of jathyapple. The Tatar song on the Yuqin tells her eternal sadness. Gao Deng is in the gale from the vast sky, the ape is sobbing, the birds fly home on the clear lake, the white sand leaves fall like the waves of a waterfall, and I watch the long river always roll forward. I have come to 3,000 miles away. Sadness follows the autumn today, and I have been alone for more than a hundred years. I hate countless frosted temples and new turbid glasses. Pipa (without overture) Xunyang River sends guests off at night, and maple leaves whisper in autumn. The host got off the boat, raised his wine and drank it unconditionally. Can he get drunk? The voice was interrupted ... then she reluctantly replied, we moved our boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again. However, before she came to us, we called for a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, still hiding half of her face behind her guitar ... She turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and we could feel her feelings, even when she played. They have been playing with low eyebrows, saying that they have infinite things in their hearts. They are slowly twisted and repeated, and they are originally Liu Yao after "Nishang". The big string is noisy like a downpour, and the small string whispers earnestly. The noise broke up seriously. It's like pouring pearls, big and small, into a plate of jade. The bottom of the flower is slippery, but it is difficult to flow under the ice. The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the condensate is endless. Falling into deep sadness and hidden lament, I said more in silence than in voice. A silver vase suddenly broke the gushing water and jumped out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons. Before she put down her pick, she ended with a blow. All four strings made a sound, like torn silk, with a quiet east boat and a quiet west. Only the autumn moon was seen in the center of the river. She thoughtfully put her finger on the strings and adjusted her clothes to make herself look a little astringent. She said she was a woman in Beijing. Living in her parents' house at the foot of Toad Mountain, she mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the musician's class list. Her art was even admired by experts, and her beauty was envied by all the major dancers. How did the aristocratic youth in Wuling compete luxuriously? Countless red silk rolls were given to a song, and the silver comb inlaid with shells was broken by her rhythm, and the bloody skirt stained the wine. This year's laughter will be repeated next year, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will be leisurely. My brother died when he joined the army, but his color will be the same when he dies. The pommel horse in front of the door was left unattended, and the boss married a businessman's wife. The businessman pays more attention to profit than parting. A month ago, I went to Fuliang to buy tea. She was guarding an empty boat at the mouth of the river. Except for the bright moon and cold water, she had no companions. Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreamed of her victory and was awakened from her dream by her hot tears. Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I am even sadder and we are all unhappy. At the end of the day, why should we know each other when we meet? A year ago, I came here from the capital, and now I am a sick exile in Jiujiang. Jiujiang is so far away that I don't hear music, whether it is strings or bamboo. For a whole year, my residence, the town near the river, is low and humid, with bitter reeds and yellow rushes around the house. What can I hear in the morning and evening? ? In the flowery spring morning and the moonlit autumn night, I often pick up the wine and drink it alone, with the cuckoo crying and the ape sobbing. Of course, there are folk songs and village bagpipes, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears. Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt as if my hearing was bright because of Don't Leave Us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. Translate the journey of pipa for you. I feel like I've been saying this for a long time, but I'm sitting in a hurry. Sorrow is not like moving forward, everyone is crying. Who cried the most in the seat? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet. (Li Shangyin's two poems didn't give up, but they were admitted. Tragedy = =.

So I'd better recite it. It is really famous. (Jinse) I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, each of which has a flower-like worry. Saint Zhuangzi was bewitched by butterflies in daydreaming. The emperor's longing for love cried in the cuckoo, the mermaid cried in the green ocean of the moon, and the blue fields breathed their jade in the sun. Before I knew that Ma Wei, an international student, had heard about Kyushu, his life was uncertain, he had come and gone. He heard that the tiger brigade passed that night, and there was no news from the chickens. Today, the Sixth Army was stationed in Malaysia. At that time, Tanabata laughed at cows. How can the four seasons be emperors? I'm not as worried as Lu Jia. I am in the country (our teacher asked me to recite the whole article). Liang said to him, "I am in the country, and I am devoted to the country (1). If Hanoi is fierce, we will move the people to Hedong and the millet to Hanoi; Hedong is also fierce (3). If you look at the politics of neighboring countries, I have no intention at all. If the people of neighboring countries do not increase (4), there will be no more people. Why? " Mencius said to him, "The king is belligerent. Please use the metaphor of war. Fill it up, weapon company, armor abandonment, and soldiers dragging (6). Or stop after a hundred steps, or stop after fifty steps. What about pot calling the kettle black (7)? " Say, "no! Straight (zhǐ) is not a hundred steps, but also (8). " Yue: "If Wang knew this, there would be no hope of more people than neighboring countries (9)." "If you don't go against the farming season, the valley can't take food; If the number (ù) does not enter the pool (wū), the fish and turtles will not be able to eat; The axe can't be used in the mountains. Food, fish and turtles can't be used, and wood can't be used, which makes people lose their health (sāng) and have no regrets. No regrets, the beginning of kingly way. 5. Recommend classic classical Chinese, such as Hongmen Banquet, Oil Man, Mulan Poetry, which is quite right in the humble room. The ancient literature review does include many classic classical Chinese, which can be seen.

However, Guanzhi of Ancient Chinese only compiled some ancient Chinese according to the editor's meaning, and many classic classical Chinese were not included.

I recommend you to read Chinese books and workbooks in junior and senior high schools, which should be very classic ancient Chinese.

If you want to list a few simple articles, there are Yueyang Tower, Zuiweng Pavilion, Xiaoshitang, Taohuayuan, Preface to Wang Teng Pavilion, Preface to Lanting Collection, Cliff Fu, Example Law, Qin Lun, Six Kingdoms Lun and Ma Shuo.

6. Before the classic classical Chinese, the red wall was full of autumn, and in July, perilla went boating with the guests, downstream of Chibi.

The breeze blows gently and the water can't reach the surface. Raise a glass to propose a toast to one's companions, recite articles related to the moon, and sing praises to chapters.

Not long after, the moon rose from Dongshan and hovered between the Big Dipper and the cow. Milky white fog across the river, clear water.

Let the boat float on the boundless river and cross the boundless river. Vast as the wind in Feng Xu, I don't know where it ends; Floating like an independent world, feathering into a fairy.

At this time, he was very happy to drink, slapping the ship's rail with his hand and singing. The song says: "Gui Gui is like a blue paddle, striking the sky and tracing the streamer.

I am pregnant, looking at the beautiful scenery, looking at the sky. "The guest has a piper, leaning on the song and making peace.

Its voice is whiny, like resentment, like crying; The sound is endless. It can make the dragon dance in the deep valley and make the widow in the lonely boat cry.

Su Shi's face was sad and sad. He sat up in a corner and asked the guest, "How do you know?" ? "The guest said," There are few stars on the moon, and blackbirds fly south. "Isn't this Cao Mengde's poem? Looking at Xiakou in the west and Wuchang in the east, the mountains and rivers are misty and gloomy. Isn't this because Meng Zhizhi was trapped in Zhou Lang? Fang Qi broke Jingzhou and went down to Jiangling, downstream to the east. He was thousands of miles long, wearing a flag, drinking wine and singing poems across the river, and became a hero in the world. Now, where is he? My son and I are fishing on the river, making friends with fish, shrimp and elk, keeping a boat and keeping bottles for each other.

It's a drop in the ocean to send a mayfly into the earth. Mourn a moment in my life and admire the infinity of the Yangtze River.

Fly with the flying fairy, hold the bright moon, and grow up. I couldn't understand it at the moment, but I heard about it in Hengtai. "

Perilla said, "Do you know my husband's water and the moon? The deceased is like this, but he has never been there; The winner is like that, and the dead don't rise or fall. Gai must view it from its changers, then heaven and earth can't be in an instant; If we look at it from its unchanging point of view, then things are infinite to me, but why envy them? Besides, between heaven and earth, everything has its own owner, not mine, so I will take it for nothing.

However, the breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains are wonderful to hear and beautiful to meet. It is the creator's endless concealment that I have dinner with my son. "

So the companion smiled happily, wiped the cup clean again and poured it again. All the dishes have been eaten, and the cups and plates are in a mess.

Sleeping on the boat, hugging each other, I know the horizon has turned white. The minister whispered, "I was troubled by danger, but I was killed by Min.".

Give birth in June, and a loving father will come back to see you; When I was four years old, my uncle took away my mother's ambition. Grandma Liu, a lonely minister, supports herself by herself.

I have fewer ministers and more diseases. Nine years old is no good.

Bitterness and loneliness, as for preparation. No uncle, no brother.

The door is weak and thin, and there is a rest in the evening. No children answered the door.

Standing alone, inseparable. Moreover, Liu Suying's disease often occurs in bed cups; I have been treating soup and medicine and never give up.

Seize the sacred court and bathe and purify. Former satrap minister Kui, inspector; After the secretariat, I am honored that I am a scholar.

I have no master to support, and I would rather die. The imperial edict is special and I am a doctor.

Seek the favor of the country, wash the horse and remove the minister. The accusation is very humble and should be treated as the East Palace, which is beyond my reporting ability.

I am a minister, but I don't take office. The imperial edict is sharp, but the minister is dull.

Counties have cornered me on the road. The State Council was anxious to light the spark.

If I want to send a letter to Mercedes-Benz, I will get sick with Liu. If you want to cheat, tell me not to. I'm in a dilemma. It's a mess.

Fu dynasty ruled the world with filial piety. Where you are old, where you are educated; Kuang Chen is lonely, especially.

Moreover, I seldom set foot in the puppet regime, worked as a minister, and was not proud of honor. Today, I conquered this country and captured some prisoners, even humble people.

If you've been promoted and pampered, what hope do you have for surviving? However, Liu is dying and his life is dying. I don't have a grandmother, even today? Grandma has no ministers, and her years are endless.

Mothers and grandchildren are more interdependent. Therefore, we can't waste it far.

I have four in forty this year, and my grandmother Liu has six in ninety this year; Therefore, I will respect your day and report Liu's day. Wu bird's affair is willing to end! The minister's hard work, the people who are not alone in Shu, and the herdsmen in the two States have seen and known; After heaven and earth, is the real lesson.

May your majesty be humble and sincere and listen to my humble wishes. Liu Shu was lucky enough to die for more than a year.

I was born a meteorite and died a grass. I'm afraid of dogs and horses. I want to thank you for your kindness! "Beijing has good ventriloquism performers.

Guests will have a big banquet and an eight-foot barrier will be built in the northeast corner of the hall. The ventriloquist will sit in the barrier with a table, a chair, a fan and a ruler. The guests sat around the screen.

A moment later, I heard the sound of a beat from Wickwood inside the screen. The whole room was silent, and no one dared to speak loudly. Hearing the barking of dogs in a deep alley, a woman was shocked. She didn't stretch herself enough, shaking her husband's words and doing obscene things. At first, the husband's words didn't respond well, and the woman shook them. Then the words of the two men gradually mixed together and the bed suddenly stopped.

After a while, the child woke up and cried. The husband ordered the woman to touch the child's breast, and the child cried with milk, and the woman patted it.

The husband began to drown, the woman began to drown with her child in her arms, and another big boy woke up in bed and kept talking. When it's true, women clap their hands, blare in their mouths, cry on their chests, wake up when they are older, yell at their husbands, drown bottles and buckets, and all the beautiful things are ready at once.

All the guests in the room craned their necks, looked askance, smiled and sighed silently, thinking it was great. When the husband was sleeping, the woman shouted and drowned, and then they all went to sleep.

The children are also beginning to feel sleepy. The husband's voice began to ring, and the beating of the woman gradually stopped.

I heard a mouse as a cable, the washbasin tilted, and the woman coughed in her dream. The guests relaxed a little and gradually straightened up.

Suddenly a man shouted, "Fire!" When the husband shouts, the woman shouts. The two children burst into tears.

At that time, hundreds of thousands of people were shouting, hundreds of children were crying and hundreds of dogs were barking. The voice pulled down by Zhongli, the fiery voice, the whistling wind, and hundreds of works together; There are hundreds of cries for help, shouts of married with children, shouts of grabbing water and splashing water.

In this case, there should be some sounds, not the same. Although people have hundreds of hands and fingers, they can't point to one end; A man has a hundred mouths and a hundred tongues in his mouth. You can't name a place.

In this case, the guests didn't frighten their faces, left their seats, stroking their sleeves and arms, and their legs trembled, almost rushing to escape. Suddenly, when you tap the ruler, the group will ring.

Remove the screen inside, a person, a table, a chair, a fan and a piece of wood. Ailian said that the flowers on land and water vegetation are very sweet.

Tao Jin Yuanming loves chrysanthemums alone; Since Li Tang came, people all over the world love peony. Love lotus alone, dirt-free, clear but not demon. Straight outside, not crawling, fragrant and clear. It is graceful and quiet, but it doesn't look ridiculous from a distance. Want to call chrysanthemum, the hermit of flowers; Peony, blooming with wealth; Lotus, the gentleman of flowers.

Hey! The love of chrysanthemum flowers is rarely heard after Tao; Lotus love, who is the giver; Peony love is suitable for many people. Come and go, come and go! Will the countryside destroy Hu Bugui? Since the heart is the form of service, isn't it sad? People who can catch up without admonishing the past; Not far from being lost, I feel that today is not yesterday.

The boat rocked gently and the wind fluttered and blew the clothes. Ask the husband.

7. Recommend several classic ancient prose and poetry chapters "Humble Room Inscription"

Preface to Biography of Lingguan

Yueyang Tower

Teacher model

An Ode to the Goddess of Luo

Refute revenge

Qianchibi Fu

Free walk

On Qin dynasty

Xiang Yu biography

On the Ah Fang Palace