Chinese compulsory three must recite the ancient poem Meng's The Book of Songs.
Embrace trade silk for self-protection. When robbers came to trade silk, they came to me. As for sending my son to Qi, as for Dunqiu and robbing me, my son has 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.
Qin Feng's The Book of Songs Without Clothes.
Have I nothing to wear? Robe with my son. Wang Yuxing, fix my spear and be an enemy of Zi!
Have I nothing to wear? Take your son. Wang Yu started to repair my spear and halberd and work with his son!
Have I nothing to wear? Take your son. Wang Yuxing, train my soldiers and walk with my son!
The Book of Songs by Taifeng Jing Nv
This quiet girl is so cute that she will come to the corner of my town. Deliberately hiding for me to find, scratching my head.
The quiet girl looks good. Give me a tong tube. Red has a bright red color. Love it is really a bright color.
This country exploits me, Meili Yi and is rare. It is not as beautiful as weeds, and beauty gives people deep affection.
Peacock flies southeast (tied) "New Ode to Yutai"
The cock crows outside, and the bride's makeup is neat. Embroider my skirt, everything is four or five. My feet are on tiptoe and my head is shining. If the waist is flowing, you will smell the bright moon. Refers to the root of onion, with dani in its mouth. Chinese odyssey with thin steps.
Worship my mother in class. She is angry. "Yesterday when I was a daughter, I was born in the wild. I never learned anything. I am ashamed of your family. I am driven by my mother's money. I miss my mother at home today and work at home. " But I said goodbye to my sister-in-law, and tears fell on my beads. "When the bride first came, her sister-in-law began to help her make the bed. Today, she was sent away. Her sister-in-law is as long as me. I support my husband diligently, so that I can help myself. On the seventh and ninth day, don't forget to play. " Going out and getting on the bus, I shed more than a hundred tears. The official horse is in front, and the bride's car is behind. No matter what, the roads will meet. They got off the bus, bowed their heads and whispered together, "I swear I won't leave, I'll go home for the time being;" I'm going to the mansion now, and I'll return it right away. I swear it's sunny! "The bride called the official:" I feel sorry for you! "If you see the record, I hope you will come quickly. You are a rock, my concubine is a reed, and the reed is like silk, and the rock will not move. I have my own father and brother, and my sexual behavior is violent. I am afraid that if I don't do what I want to do, I will blow up my arm. " Raise your hand and work hard, and the two feelings are the same. When the officials heard about this change, they temporarily went back on vacation. In less than two or three miles, kurama's worries were eliminated. The bride knew the sound of horses, and she tiptoed to meet them. Looking at each other from afar, I know that I am an old friend. I raised my hand and patted the saddle, sighed, and my heart ached: "Since you left me, there has been no one. The fruit is not as good as the first wish, not for you. I have my own parents, and they forced me to be a brother, so I have to respond to others. What can you expect? " The official said to the bride, "He Qing will move high! The rock is thick and can die for a thousand years; Puwei sewed for a while, and then it was overnight. Green wins the sky, I go to the grave alone! " The bride said to the official, "What do you mean? Also persecuted, so is your concubine. Meeting in the grave does not violate today's words! " Hold hands, go their separate ways and go home. Do you hate living and dying? Farewell to this world, never complete!
Nineteen ancient poems by Niu Langxing
Distant Altair, Jiao Jiao Hehan girl. Skillful hands, make a loom.
There is no chapter all day, and tears are pouring down. What's the difference between a clear river and a shallow one?
Between water and water, there are no words.
Short song line Cao Cao
Calling for Song one after another, how many days do we have? For example, morning dew is much more difficult to go to Japan. Be generous, and your troubles will be unforgettable.
How to solve your worries? Only Du Kang. Qingqing is your collar, YY is my miss. But for your sake, I've thought it over. A herd of deer, yo, ate mugwort in Ye Yuan. I have a group of good guests, playing the piano and playing the piano. As clear as the bright moon, when can I forget it?
The troubles come from this and cannot be cut off. The weirder, the more useless. Talk about the elegance of the past. There are few stars on the moon, and blackbirds fly south. Turn around the tree three times, what branches can you rely on? The mountain is never too high, and the sea is never too deep. The duke of Zhou vomited, and the world returned to the heart.
Gui Tian yuan ju Tao Yuanming
Few people do as the Romans do. Their nature is to love nature. I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years. Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past. I want to open up wasteland in Minamino and keep my humility to the fields. The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages. Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital. The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village. Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster. There is no dust and sundries in the yard, and the quiet room is comfortable and leisurely. Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.
Long song line "Yuefu Poetry Line"
The trees in the garden are lush, and the crystal dew rises in the sun. Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity. I am always afraid that when the cold autumn comes, the trees in Ye Er will turn yellow and the grass will wither. The river runs to the sea, and when will it return to the west? A lazy youth, a lousy age.
Li Bai on Tianmu Mountain in Dream
A sailing tourist will talk about Japan, which is hidden in water and fog and inaccessible; But the more people talk about the mother mountain, the clouds are light or visible. On a straight line leading to heaven, its peak enters heaven, topped with five sacred peaks, and casts a shadow across China. The roof is 18000 feet, and at this point, it begins to turn southeast. My heart and my dream are in Wu Heyue, flying over Jinghu Moon overnight. The moon lit up my shadow and I came to Yanhe. Xie 'an is still there, with a loud voice and rippling blue waves. I wore Xie's earliest spiked shoes and climbed the Qingyun ladder. Halfway through the sunny ocean, the sacred rooster crows in space. Thousands of turns, flowers lure me, stones slow me down. The day suddenly ended. Bears, dragons and storms on mountains and rivers disturb forests and shake mountains. Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog. God of thunder and lightning, the mountains are crumbling. Cave stone gate, drain in tiankeng. An impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and the moon light up the gold and silver terrace. Wearing rainbow clothes and riding the wind, all the queens of the clouds came and came down one by one. With the tiger as the harp and the phoenix as the dancer, the images of fairies are arranged in rows. I moved, my soul flew and suddenly began to grow. My pillow and mat are the lost clouds in which I once lived. This is the consistent way of human happiness, and all kinds of things will always flow to the east like water. So I'm leaving you. I don't know how long it will take. But let me raise a white deer on my green hillside and ride to you when I need you, Dashan. Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those people with high status and important positions? They never want to be seen with a sincere face!
An autumn night in the mountains
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
Gordon Dufu
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.
Du Fu in Shu
Where is the temple of the famous prime minister in a pine forest near the Silk City?
The steps are dotted with green grass in spring, and birds are chirping happily under the leaves.
The third call aggravated his state affairs, and he gave his sincerity to two generations.
But before he conquered, he died, and since then the heroes have been crying on their coats.
Stone Town Liu Yuxi
The mountains are still the same, surrounded by abandoned ancient capitals, and the tide is beating against the lonely empty city as in the past.
On the east bank of Huaihe River, the ancient cold moon, midnight, peep at the old palace.
Golden 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.
Book indignation and land travel
When I was a child, I knew that the world was unbearable and the Central Plains looked like a mountain.
It snowed all night in the building, and the autumn wind dispersed in the iron horse.
Stuck on the Great Wall and make an empty promise, the sideburns in the mirror have long faded.
Real name first, who is better than one thousand years!
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 moon. Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them. How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward.
Liu Yong Yulinling
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. 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 of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog.
Since ancient times, it is even more worthy of being left out! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? There is a breeze and a waning moon on the bank of Yangliu. 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?
Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgic Sushi
The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever. Old camp west, people say it's the war of the Three Kingdoms, Battle of Red Cliffs. The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow. The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once.
Looking back on Zhou Yu's spring breeze era, young and beautiful Joe just married him, and he was full of heroic spirit. A white figure with a feather fan came face to face, and while talking and laughing, the enemy warships burned to ashes. I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely. Life is like a dream, sprinkle a glass of wine to pay tribute to the bright moon on the river.
Que Qiao xian Qin Guan
The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight. On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife.
Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge. If two people have a long-term relationship, sooner or later!
Speak slowly and softly, 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 in the wind. 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 a person be dark? Indus is drizzling, and at dusk, it is falling. This time, what a sad sentence
Yong he le Jing kou Gu Bei Guan nostalgia Xin qiji
Throughout the ages, heroes can't find Sun Zhongmou. Dancing in the pavilion, singing on the platform, wind and rain always blow away romantic feelings. The setting sun shines on the grassland covered with grass and trees. People say that this was once the place where Emperor Wu of Song lived. Looking back, how powerful he was when he led the Northern Expedition and recovered lost ground!
However, Li Liu Yi Long, the son of Liu Wang Yilong, was a great success and made a swift northern expedition. Instead, he made the Northern Wei Emperor Wu Tuoba fly south and returned to the north bank of the Yangtze River, which was severely hit by his opponent. I have been back to the south for forty-three years, and I still remember the war scenes in Yangzhou. Looking back, there is a crow club drum under the beaver temple! Who can ask: Lian Po is too old to eat?
Yangzhou manjiangkui
Xichun Shen Bing arrived in Japan and was praised by Weiyang. At the beginning of the night snow, he looked forward to the wheat. Entering the city, you will look around for depression, cold water is green, dusk is rising, and corners are sad. I feel sad from it and feel sorry for past lives, because I am watching this song. Yan Qian, an old man, thinks there is sadness in "millet separation".
Huaizuomingdu, Zhuxi is a good place with few saddles on the initial journey. Ten miles after the spring breeze, the wheat is green. Since Huma went to see the river, he abandoned the trees by the pool and still hated talking about soldiers. It's getting late and everything is empty. Du's reward is now surprisingly heavy. Vertically speaking, although the dream of a brothel is good, it is difficult to be affectionate. The 24th Bridge is still there, and Leng Yue is silent. After reading the red medicine by the bridge, you will know who you should live for every year!
Fisherman Liu Zongyuan
The fisherman rests on the western hills at night, learns the clear water in the morning, and cooks for firewood.
The smoke disappeared, and no one was seen at sunrise, only the creak of his paddle remained in the green mountains and green waters.
Looking back, the fishing boat has drifted below the horizon, and white clouds are floating in the mountains, chasing each other.
Wen Letian Zuo Jiangzhou Sima Yuanzhen.
The residual lamp has no flame shadow. I heard that you have fallen into Jiujiang this evening.
Sitting up in a dying illness, the dark wind blew the rain into the cold window.
Li Ping quoted Li He.
Wu Si, Shu and Zhang Tong are in high autumn, and the empty mountains are not flowing.
Jiang Yue wept for Motome's sadness, while Ping Li was playing China.
Kunshan jade broken Fengming, hibiscus crying, Xianglan laughing.
The cold light melts in front of the twelve gates, and the twenty-three silk moves the purple emperor.
Nu Wa makes up the sky by refining stones, and the stones break the ground to stir up the autumn rain.
Dream into the holy mountain to teach the gods, and the old fish dance with the waves. & lt
Du Mu of Huaqing Palace
Looking back at Chang 'an, Mount Li is like a pile of splendid scenery, and the gates of Huaqing Palace on the top of the mountain are opened in turn.
As soon as I rode on the smile of smoke and smoke, no one knew that the fresh fruit litchi was sent from the south.
Bodhisattva Man Wen Tingyun
The mountains overlap, and the clouds want to smell the snow on their cheeks. Too lazy to draw a moth eyebrow, too late to make up and wash.
Look in the mirror before and after the flowers, and look at the flowers. Newly embroidered rollo, both golden partridges.
Li Yu Langtaosha
The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading. Luo Can can't stand the cold. I didn't know I was a guest in a dream. I craved the joy of the morning.
Don't lean on the bar alone, infinity is easy to see when you are away. Running water is gone, it's heaven and earth.
Guizhixiang Jinling Huaigu Wang Anshi
This is the late autumn in the ancient country, and the weather is very early. Thousands of miles are like a river, like clusters of Qingfeng. Sail to the sunset, with the west wind at your back and the wine flag tilted. The colorful boat is cloudy, and the Milky Way heron rises, which is difficult to draw.
Think about the past and compete for luxury. Sighing outside the door, sadness and hatred continue. Throughout the ages, depending on the level, share weal and woe. The past of the Six Dynasties flowed with the water, and the cold smoke faded the grass. Today, business women are still singing, and "backyard" is a heritage.
Su Mu covered Zhou Bangyan.
Burning agarwood, cooling off the heat, birds singing clearly, invading the eaves. The leaves of Chuyang withered all night, the water was clear and round, and the wind and lotus rose one by one.
My hometown is far away. When will I go? I live in Wumen and have been traveling in Chang 'an for a long time. Do the fishermen in May remember each other? Boat, dream into furongpu.
Jane yimei and Li Qingzhao
Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
Pipa line Bai Juyi
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, and every note is thought-provoking. It seems that he is not satisfied with his 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, plucks them, and then "dresses up" and "has a 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. We heard a stream sobbing painfully along the beach.
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.
Her art even attracted the appreciation of experts, and her beauty attracted the envy of all major 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.
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.
Expanding Reading: Reciting Skills and Key Words of Ancient Poetry
Keywords: first, it refers to the guiding words of sentences and paragraphs that need to be recited; The second is to grasp the key verbs that are easy to associate and recite. If you recite Li Bai's "Early Sending Baidicheng", then the leading words such as "Chao", "Li Xi", "Cross-straits" and "canoeing" can be used as key words, and students can recite them well as long as they remember them.
Understanding memory
Understanding is the premise of memory. To remember a poem, we must first understand the meaning of every sentence in it. On the basis of understanding the general idea of the whole poem, otherwise, if you have a little knowledge or unclear level of the poem, your memory will be slow, and even if you remember it temporarily, you will soon forget it.
Reading, writing and reciting
As the saying goes, "a good memory is better than a bad writing style" and "no pen and ink, no reading". It is better to read it ten times than to copy it by hand. If you recite ancient poems while reading and writing, and fully mobilize the participation of many senses such as eyes, mouth, hands and brain, although it seems slow, many children find it too much trouble. But it is a good way to improve efficiency and lay a solid foundation for dictation.
The situation is favorable for the latter.
Every poem actually has a scene, or describes a thing, or depicts a landscape, or expresses an emotion ... There are always some connections that can connect the whole poem together to form a specific scene. Then read carefully according to the situation, so that children can understand and remember it more easily. Memorize the pictures quickly and interestingly according to the memory of the pictures. This method is very effective for interesting stories and beautiful scenery descriptions.