Senior two Chinese requires dictation of four ancient poems.
First, Liu Yong's "Watching the Tide"
1, clouds around the dike sand trees, wild waves roll frost and snow, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _.
2. The lakes overlap each other and are beautiful, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _.
3, Qiang tube is clear, Song Ling stays up all night, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _.
Second, "Yu Linling"
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5. Holding hands with tears in your eyes, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _.
6, read it, a thousand miles of smoke, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _.
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8、_________________ ? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon.
9. In the past year, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _.
Third, Su Shi's Nian Nujiao
10, the river of no return, the waves are exhausted, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _.
1 1. The rock passes through the air, and the stormy waves beat on the shore, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _.
12, feather fan nylon scarf, talking and laughing, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _.
13, life is like a dream, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _.
Fourth, "Dingfengbo"
14, bamboo stick shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid? _________________ 。
15, looking back at the bleak place, going home, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _. _________________
Five, Xin Qiji's "Shui Long Yin"
16, Chu Tian Li Qing Qiu, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _.
17, it's a pity that time flies and the wind and rain are sad, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _!
18, who will exchange money, greensleeves with red scarf, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _?
Six, "Jingkou Gubeiting Nostalgia"
19 is an eternal place, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _.
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2 1, back in those days, Jin Ge Tiema, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _.
22, Yuanjia, seal the wolf in Xu, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _.
Twenty-three, forty-three years, I still remember in hope, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _.
Seven, Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flowers"
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25, Dongli put wine after dusk, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _.
26, Mo Tao is not charming, curtain roll west wind, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _.
Eight, "slow voice"
27, three cups of two glasses of wine, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _!
28. Yellow flowers are all over the floor, haggard and damaged, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _?
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30. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ This time, what a sad sentence!
Senior two Chinese requires dictation of four ancient poems.
1, "Ji will attack" (Analects of Confucius)
Qiu also heard that people with state-owned families do not suffer from inequality because of widowhood, nor do they feel anxious because of poverty. There is no poverty, no poverty and no peace.
If the husband is so, people so far away will not accept it, so practice self-discipline. Let nature take its course Today, through searching and seeking, we are close to the master, but far away from people.
Take it, but you can't come; The country is falling apart, but it cannot be defended; Start a war in this state. I'm not afraid of the pain inside,
And inside Xiao's wall.
2. "I am also in the country" ("Mencius")
Liang said to him:? I am in the country, and I am dedicated to it. If Hanoi is fierce, it will move its people to Hedong and its millet to Hanoi. Hedong is also fierce. People who observe the politics of neighboring countries have no intention like me. There are no more people in neighboring countries, and there are no more people in my country.
Mencius said to him:? The king is belligerent, please use the metaphor of war. Drum filling, weapon company, abandoned armor troops go, or stop at a hundred steps, or stop at fifty steps. What if the pot is too black?
Say: No way! Straight is not a hundred steps, but it is also a walk. ?
Say: If Wang knew this, there would be no hope of more people than those in neighboring countries. If you don't go against the farming season, the valley can't beat the grain. If you don't count, neither fish nor turtle can be eaten. Axe gold gets into the mountain in time, and mywood can't be used. Valley and fish turtles can't fight for food, and wood and wood can't fight for it, which makes people lose their lives and have no regrets. Keeping in good health and dying without regret is the beginning of kingly way. Five acres of houses, trees are mulberry, and fifty people can wear clothes and silks. Chickens, dolphins and dogs are all domestic animals, so there is no time to waste. Seventy people can eat meat. A hundred acres of land, if you don't seize the opportunity, a family of several can be hungry. I sincerely hope that the godson of the cult will be filial, and the winners will not be on the road. Seventy people eat meat, clothes and silk, and the Lebanese are neither hungry nor cold, but they are not kings and have nothing. The dog unconsciously ate people's food and unconsciously put on a hungry coat. When people die, they say: Not me, but also years old. ? Why is it different from stabbing and killing people? Not me, but the soldiers. ? The king is innocent, and the people in the world are heavy. ?
3, "Shu Dao Nan" (Li Bai)
Whoa, whoa, whoa! High risk! It's hard to get through the Shu Road, and it's hard to get to the sky. Until the two rulers of this area forced their way through in the foggy age! Forty-eight thousand years have passed. Don't talk to Qin Sai. And Dabaishan, to the west, still has only one bird path, all the way to the peak of Emei. Once it was broken by an earthquake, some brave people lost it, and then the ladder stone pile was hooked.
On the high flag, six dragons drive the sun, and far below, the river lashes its twisted channel. Such a height is difficult for a yellow crane, poor monkey, they only have claws to use. The Green Mud Mountain is made up of many circles. For every hundred steps, we have to turn nine times in the middle of its mound. Panting, we passed Orion, passed Jingxing, and then fell to the ground with our arms folded and groaned. We don't know whether this road to the west will never end. The road ahead is getting darker and darker. Nothing can be heard except the cries of birds surrounded by ancient forests. The male bird rotates smoothly and follows the female bird. Jathyapple, what comes to us is the melancholy voice of Du Fu, a sad empty mountain. It's hard to get through the Shu Road, and it's hard to get to the sky, and it turns pale when you smell it.
The highest cliff is less than a foot from heaven, and the withered pine trees hang low on the cliff surface. One thousand waterfalls rushed forward one after another, sending out the thunder of rotating stones in ten thousand valleys. If the risk is the same, people from afar will come for nothing! Although the pass of the watchtower is strong and steep, one person guards it and ten thousand people can't beat it. What if he is not loyal, but a wolf to his companions? . There are scary hungry tigers during the day and poisonous reptiles at night. With their teeth and fangs, they kill like hemp. Although the Silk City is beautiful, I'd rather go home soon. It's hard to get through the Shu Road, but it's hard to get into the sky. Look sideways to the west and ask for advice!
4. Mountain climbing (Du Fu)
The wind is fast and high, the ape cries sadly, and the birds are circling in the white sand. The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.
Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness. After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged.
5. Pipa Xing (Parallel Prose) (Bai Juyi)
In the tenth year of Yuanhe, Yu moved to Sima, Jiujiang County. 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 Aauto Quicker to play some songs. When I was a child, I talked about my own happiness, but now I am listless and moving around the rivers and lakes. After two years as an official, I feel at ease and feel that I have moved towards the future. Because of the long sentences, I gave them songs, all of which were 6 16 words. Life is called pipa xing.
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. 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 melody, 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 thought-provoking, every note is thought-provoking, and it seems that you are dissatisfied with your 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, after the beginning of "Dress" and "Green Waist". 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. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice. A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of 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.
She tied it thoughtfully on the rope, stood up and smoothed her clothes, serious and polite. 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. Quba once taught good people to yield, 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. And the blood color of the skirt was stained by wine, China. 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. She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with 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 can you hear here in the morning and evening? ? 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. 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. ..
... 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.
6. Jinse (Li Shangyin)
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
7. Yu Meiren (Li Yu)
When is the moon in spring and autumn? How much do you know about the past? The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the bright moon.
The jade carving should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed it. How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward.
8. The nearest flower (Yan Shu)
The threshold chrysanthemum worries about smoke and tears. The curtain is light and cold, and the swallow flies away. When the moon is not ripe, it will be bitter, and it will shine obliquely on the Pearl Lake.
The west wind withered the green trees last night. A person in a tall building can see the end of the world. Want to send colorful stationery and rulers, where do you know?
9. Ling (Liu Yong)
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.
Affectionate since ancient times, parting hurts the body, more comparable to the cold autumn festival! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng and the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. There are many kinds of customs, who are you talking to?
10. Slow voice (Li Qingzhao)
Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late and urgent! Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can you be black alone! Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!
☆ 1 1. The Book of Songs (textbook)
Embrace trade silk for self-protection. When robbers came to trade silk, they came to me. Sending a child involves gas, as for Dunqiu. When I was a robber, I had no good media. There is no anger in the child, and autumn lasts.
Take the other side of the wall to get back to the customs. I didn't see the resumption of customs, so I cried. Seeing the resumption of GATT, I was full of laughter and laughter. Well, Parr, the body is not responsible. Driving your car to bribe me to move.
Mulberry leaves flourish before they fall. In the nest, there is no mulberry; I am a girl, so I don't have to worry about it. The anxiety of scholars can still be said; You can't say a woman is worried.
Mulberry fell, yellow, and fell. Self-pity, poor three years old. Qishui soup, curtain skirt. Women are unhappy, and scholars do their best. Scholars are also extremely useless.
Being a woman at the age of three is exhausting. Sleepless all night, there must be a dynasty. As for violence, what you say must be done. My brother didn't know, but he smiled. Calm down and think about it, and you will bow your head and feel sorry for yourself.
Being together always makes me complain. Qi has a shore and discipline has a plate. General's corner banquet, talking and laughing. Swear, forget it. On the contrary, I don't think about it. I'm already embarrassed!
☆ 12. Li Sao (excerpt) (Qu Yuan) (textbook)
Emperor Levin is a descendant of Miao nationality, and I am the emperor Kao Boyong. I went to Meng Xi with my virginity, but Geng Yin and I surrendered. The emperor looked at Yu Chu-and Zhao Xiyu had a good name: Yu Zhengzi and Yu Yueling.
Fenwu has both inner beauty and self-cultivation. Hu Jiang left with Bi, thinking that she was admirable. If I am not as good as me, I am afraid that my age is not with me. Mulan Xi in the morning and maize in the evening.