A collection of classification of famous ancient poems and sentences that must be tested in Xiaoshengchu
First, spring scenery poetry
But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall. ? Ye Shaoweng's The Garden is Worthless.
More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain. ? Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"
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. ? He Zhangzhi's "Singing Willow"
There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow. ? Han Yu's Early Spring
Second, summer
The silence of spring is because I don't want a long stream of water, and the shadow reflected on the water is like sunny days and breezes.
The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head. ? Yang Wanli's small pool
It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. ? Yang Wanli's Letter to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple in Chu Xiao.
Third, autumn scenery's poems
Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river. ? Zhangji is a night berth near Fengqiao.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. ? Du Mu's Mountain Walk
A sunset gradually sank into the river, half green and half green.
The loveliest thing is the ninth day of September. The bright pearl's bright crescent moon is shaped like a bow. ? Bai Juyi's Ode to Mujiang
Fourthly, winter scenery poems.
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. ? Jiang Xue of Liu Zongyuan
The setting sun is far away, the weather is cold and the house is poor. Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night. ? Liu Changqing's Lotus Mountain Master in the Snow
Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom. ? Song of Snow White sends Tian Shuji home.
The window is brighter, and it snows every day. ? Yuan Mei's "December 15th Night"
Verb (abbreviation for verb) patriotic poetry
Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a heart that shines through history. ? Wen Tianxiang's Crossing the Zero Ocean
3. East of Wan Li River flows into the sea, reaching a height of 5,000 meters.
It's another year for the adherents to cry in the dust and look south to Julian Waghann. ? Random thoughts on Lu You's "Coming out of the hedge at dawn in autumn night to meet the cold".
I know that when I die, everything on earth has nothing to do with me. But the only thing that hurts me is that I failed to see the reunification of the motherland. ? Lu You's "Xiuer"
Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers still exist, trees and grass turn green again in spring, petals flow down like tears, and lonely birds sing their sorrows.
After three months of war, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold, and I stroked my white hair. It has become so thin that it can no longer hold hairpins. ? Du Fu's Hope in Spring
Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but the loulan is not returned. ? Wang Changling's Seven Songs of Joining the Army? The fourth "
Live and be a man among men; Die and become the soul in the soul. ? Li Qingzhao's Summer Poems
Six, landscape pastoral poetry
Mountain:
The birds flew without a trace, leaving the lonely clouds free and unfettered. You look at me, I look at you, and there are only my eyes and Jingting Mountain's eyes. ? Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain by Tang Li Bai
Looking at Lushan Mountain from the front and side of peaks and valleys, from far, near, high and low places, Lushan Mountain presents various faces. ? Su Shi's topic Xilinbi
Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet. ? Du Fu's "Looking at Yue"
Water:
Half an acre of square pond opened, and the sky was overcast. ? Zhu's reading thought
A sunset gradually sank into the river, half green and half green. ? Bai Juyi's Ode to Mujiang
The lake and the moon set each other off, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface. ? Liu Yuxi's Wang Dongting
Scenery:
The sun is fragrant with purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs in front of Sichuan.
On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth. ? Li Bai sees Lushan Waterfall.
The Yangtze River splits the Tianmen Peak like a giant axe, and the green river flows around the island.
The green hills on both sides are neck and neck, and a boat meets leisurely from the horizon. ? Li Bai sees Tianmen Mountain.
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy. ? The rain after Su Shi drank Chuqing Lake
Pastoral style:
Farming during the day, accumulating hemp at night, and the children in the village are in charge.
Children and grandchildren are not prepared to farm and weave, but also learn from mulberry trees to grow melons. (Fan Chengda)
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. ? Meng Haoran's Passing the Village for the Aged
People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream. ? Wangwei's Bird Watching Creek
Seven, farewell poems
Like a bird, she still flapped her wings and felt sorry for herself, leaving Beijing for more than ten years.
A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks? ? Gao Shi's Don't Move Big
Weicheng is a city of light dust and rain, and the guest house is green and willow.
Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west. ? Wang Wei's "Send Yuan and Twenty Shores to Xi"
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! ? Wang Changling broke up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn.
Chang 'an is a stranger to infinite trees, and only weeping willows can leave. ? Yang Liuzhi of Liu Yuxi
I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection. ? Bai Juyi's Farewell to Ancient Grass
Eight, friendship poems
Weicheng is a city of light dust and rain, and the guest house is green and willow.
Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west. ? Wang Wei's "Send Yuan and Twenty Shores to Xi"
Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith! ? Wang Changling broke up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn.
After all, the world is just a small place. ? Quit the viceroy and go to Shuzhong for his post.
Li Bai was just about to leave when he heard a farewell song from the shore.
Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love. ? Li Bai's gift to Wang Lun.
Nine, homesick poems
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. ? Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. ? On Wang Wei's Mountain Holiday Missing Shandong Brothers
The spring breeze in Jiang Nanan is green. When will the moon shine on me and Wang Anshi go boating in Guazhou?
You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world.
When you passed my window, did the plum blossom bloom its first cold flower? . ? Wang Wei's miscellaneous poems
X. animal poetry
The cries of thousands of birds echo their own hearts, and thousands of purple flowers on the mountain are on the height of trees.
I just know that it is better to sing freely in the forest than to listen to the golden cage. ? Ouyang xiu's thrush
No matter underground or on the mountain, where there are flowers in full bloom, there are bees busy.
Bee, you harvest flowers to make nectar. Who has worked hard and who wants to taste the sweetness? ? Luo Yin's Bees
XI。 Poetry describing birds
"Two orioles are singing on the top of the green willow, and the egrets are sky-high"? Du fu's quatrains
In front of Mount Cisse, egrets fly freely, plump mandarin fish swim happily on the river, and peaches floating on the water are so bright and full. ? Zhang's fishing song.
Twelve. Express affection with things.
The trees in Xiyan Lake near my home are covered with faint ink marks.
Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun. ? Mo Mei in Wang Mian
Bamboo is not relaxed at all, its roots are firmly embedded in the cracks in the rocks.
After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight. ? Zheng Xie Zhushi
A thousand hammers hit the mountains, and the fire burns casually.
Even if it is smashed to pieces, I am not afraid, and I am willing to leave a clean one in the world. ? Yu Qian's Lyrics of Lime
Thirteen, frontier poems
Wine luminous glass, want to drink pipa right away.
Drunk lying on the battlefield, you don't laugh, there have been several wars in ancient times. ? William Wang Liangzhou Ci
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. ? Wang Changling's The Embankment.
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! ? Wang Zhihuan Liangzhou Ci
In the dark forest, the grass was suddenly blown by the wind, and the wind was rustling. The general thought that the beast was coming and immediately pulled out the arrow.
Dawn went to look for the arrow, which had gone deep into the edge of the stone. ? Lu Xun's "Xia Sai Qu"
14. Poems about the Moon
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. ? Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night
When I was young, I didn't know the bright moon in the sky, so I called it Bai Yupan.
I suspect it is Yao's platform, flying in the sky. ? Li Bai's Gulangyu
The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world. ? Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the Moon and Thinking about the Distance"
When is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past? Yu Meiren by Li Yu.
The moon shines on the pine stream and the crystal stone flows in the stream. ? Wang Wei's Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains
The desert sand is like snow, and the Yanshan moon is like a hook. ? Li He, Ma Shi? The sand in the desert is like snow
The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon. ? Meng Haoran's "Sleeping in Jiande"
Rereading the Chinese classic Madame Curie's Three Grams of Radium
This was more than twenty years ago. Once, I watched an acrobatic performance at the Shanghai World Open-air Theater. The program was wonderful and the venue was packed. Sitting in the front rows are all foreign tourists, who are fascinated by the beautiful oriental acrobatics. They drink [h? ] applause.
A handsome boy appeared. In the relaxed and elegant music, I saw a pile of high Phnom Penh safflower white porcelain bowls on his head, his limbs stretched gently and naturally, making all kinds of amazing movements, and suddenly he fell down and jumped? The bowl is dangling over his head, and it can't always fall off. Finally, a group of difficult moves? He rode on another actor, and the two men stood up for a while, lay down for a while, and turned over in various postures. It is difficult to keep someone's balance when riding on his shaking body. The bowl on his head shook badly. With a sharp turn, the pile of bowls suddenly fell from his chair! This unexpected mistake shocked all the audience. Some young people whistle loudly?
On the stage, there is no panic. The top bowl boy is sorry (Ji? ) Smile and bow gracefully to the audience. A girl came out, cleaned up the broken porcelain pieces on the ground, and then held out a big pile of bowls, twelve of which were red and white porcelain bowls in Phnom Penh, and more than one. Then, the music started again, the bowl was held high above the teenager's head, and everything had to start again. The teenager is very calm, repeating the action just now without hesitation, still so relaxed and beautiful. The nervous audience finally reveled in his performance again. At the last moment, two people were stacked together again, one after another, and the bowl shook violently above his head. The audience held their breath and stared at the bowl over his head? Seeing that the body has turned around, several impatient foreign audiences can't help applauding. The pile of bowls seemed to make trouble on purpose and suddenly jumped on the swing. The teenager shook his head to keep his balance, but it was too late. Did the bowl fall down again?
There was a lot of noise in the meeting. On the stage, the top bowl boy just stood, sweating and at a loss. It was the same girl who came out to sweep away the broken porcelain on the floor. Someone in the audience shouted: "Come on, don't come again, let's play the next program!" " "Many people followed. A stocky white-haired old man walked from the background to the light. He still has a pile of red and white porcelain bowls in Phnom Penh in his hand! He walked up to the teenager with a smile on his face and no blame. He handed the bowl to the boy, then stroked the boy's shoulder blade and shook it gently. He whispered something. The boy calmed down, holding a new bowl in his hand, and bowed deeply to the audience.
The music is playing for the third time! There was not a sound in the meeting. Some female viewers simply cover their eyes with their palms?
This is really a thrilling struggle! When this pile of bowls shook violently again, the boy shook his head gently and finally stabilized the bowls, and applause broke out in every seat.
In the later years, somehow, I often think of the top bowl boy and his performance that night. Every time I think of it, I will always be slightly excited. The top bowl boy was about my age. I think he must be a mature acrobat now. I believe that he will not fall down on the difficult and tortuous road of life art. ) mourn or retreat. He is a strong man. When I am confused, depressed and feel that my future is bleak, the sound of breaking a pile of red and white porcelain bowls in Phnom Penh will suddenly ring in my ear.