Chinese in Su classes: all the ancient poems learned in grades four to six. You are not allowed to score 30 points with 70 ancient poems! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

The former residence of Siwei Village in Xia Meng sent a message to my brother.

Gee, birds lead young and bamboo shoots grow into bamboo.

Things have changed, and I think of songs in my hometown.

I grazed on the Weihe River in my hometown for ten years.

Hand-planted elm willows, houses that cover the sun.

The rabbit hides the beans and seedlings, and the birds sing and the mulberries are ripe.

This time the year before last, I traveled with you.

Brother and nephew of the poetry and calligraphy class, a child servant on the farm.

At dusk, it is time for the wheat to appear and the silkworm to die.

Sit in the spring and flow south, waiting for the moon pavilion.

Have a few drinks and play a game of chess.

Once dispersed, Wan Li is still bound.

The well bird misses spring, and the cage warbler regrets coming out of the valley.

Jiujiang is low in humidity and muggy in April.

The bitter rain blooms at first, and the clouds are slightly poisonous.

Mud seedling water border rice, gray seed (leftover field) field chestnut.

When I am in a daze, I still have different customs.

Looking at the county building, the setting sun is green.

Returning geese blows the heart of the country, and Pinghu breaks the eyes.

I am wandering, I am alone in the old city.

Drinking water is enough for the same ladle.

Three Poems by Weibo

Jiangzhou looks at Tongzhou, the ends of the earth.

The mountain is thousands of miles high and the water is thousands of miles wide.

Birds can't cross the clouds.

Who knows the eternal danger, for both of us

You were very sad when you first arrived in Tongzhou.

We went to Jiangzhou and didn't rest all the way.

The road is good every day and the news is broken every day.

Because the wind wants to convey a message, the voice of the earth is far away.

Meet again in life and meet again in death.

You visit Xiangyang Day, and I live in Chang 'an.

Since you are in Tongzhou, I have been to Xiangyang.

Xiangyang jiuli country is surrounded by clouds and trees on the balcony.

Nevertheless, this is a place you used to go.

There is Xunyang Road in the vast water.

This one is homesick, and there are fewer relatives and friends in Jiangxi.

It's a long way to the countryside, and everything is like a person.

How to tolerate this meaning, sitting by the river thinking about you.

Like a river, it is integrated with the atmosphere.

The wind blew in the middle, and the two places became lonely clouds.

When the wind comes to an end, is there no reason for the clouds to merge?

Try to fall in love and try to be poor.

Send the brothers back to Hakodate.

The sun is overcast and yellow, and the northeast wind cuts.

When I came back from the village south, I said goodbye to my brothers.

Tears are still wet from the front, and I haven't stopped returning to the horse.

Want to sit in a room, cloudy and moonless.

The night is long and the fire is gone. At the end of the year, Yu Ning.

Lonely and dusty, the snow falls on the steps.

Paint cold ash on the snow and put out the residual lamp.

Grey as my heart, white as my hair.

Everything happens like this, you can't be in a hurry in an instant.

Think about forgetting and turn troubles into meditation.

Lifelong heart washing is designed for tonight.

He Yuanjiu mourned for the old mosquito.

If beauty goes somewhere else, she will never be found again.

Is it safe for old things to fall apart?

Only the gauze shines and the dust invades day and night.

The fragrance and color are not as deep as before.

Transparent lamps are bitter, cages are light and cages are heavy.

There are lonely sleepers in the room, and the autumn nights are very cold.

Old house peony garden, new grave pine Berlin.

Tears in Xianyang in my dream made me feel Hou Jiangling's heart.

With this hate every other year, it is a midnight song.

No matter how you feel, the listener wants to touch his chest.

An old man selling charcoal

Sell charcoal Weng,

Chop wood and burn charcoal halfway up the mountain.

Dust and fireworks,

Temples are gray and fingers are black.

What is the money for selling charcoal for?

Buy clothes, buy food in your mouth.

Poor guy's clothes are clean,

Worried about charcoal, I hope it is cold.

A foot of snow will fall outside the city at night.

Drive a charcoal car to roll ice.

Cows are trapped and people are hungry.

Rest in the mud outside the south gate.

Who is that proud man riding on two horses?

It was the eunuchs in the palace and eunuchs who did it.

Hand-picked documents,

Go back to the car and scold the cow and lead it north.

A load of charcoal,

More than 1000 Jin,

It's a pity that officials drove the general away.

Half a horse's red yarn, a foot's silk,

Tie a cow's head with charcoal.

Shang Bai Yang fa ren

In the five years of Tianbao, Yang Guifei was particularly fond of her, and the harem people had no luck.

Those who have beauty in the sixth house need to be placed in other places, and Shang Yang is one of them. Zhenyuanzhong

There are still things.

Shang yang people,

Beauty is black and hair is new.

The green jailer guarded the gate of the palace,

How many springs are there when the sun is off?

Xuanzong entered the primary election at the end of the year.

Sixteen is in fashion and sixty is today.

At the same time, more than 100 people were selected.

Years of disintegration, deep disability.

Recall the past, swallow your sadness, leave your loved ones,

Please get on the bus and don't cry.

When all the clouds entered, they were grateful.

Face like hibiscus, chest like jade.

The king is not allowed to meet,

Yang Fei expressed surprise at this.

Jealousy made you sneak into the sun palace,

I have stayed in an empty room all my life.

The autumn night is long,

The night is sleepless and the sky is unknown.

The shadow of the lamp on the back wall,

The rustle of dark rain on the window.

In late spring,

It's hard to sit alone at night.

Gong Ying was full of sadness and disgust.

Liang Yan is old and jealous.

The warbler returns to the swallow and grows quietly.

I went to Qiu Lai in spring, but I don't remember that year.

Looking at the deep palace and the bright moon,

Things are four or five hundred yuan.

Today's palace is the oldest in the Middle Ages.

Everyone has given a name to Shangshu from afar.

Small-headed shoes and narrow clothes,

Qing Dai's eyebrows are slender.

Outsiders should laugh if they can't see it,

Tianbao's makeup in his later years.

Shang yang people,

Suffer the most.

Less is suffering,

Old age is bitter.

How about suffering less and suffering more?

Didn't you see Lv Xiang's Beauty Fu?

[At the end of Tianbao, some people collected colorful flowers and birds. Xiangxian Lu

Beauty is ironic. ]

There is no white hair song in the sun today!

Buy flowers

The imperial city withered in spring, and it was noisy.

* * * If you say peony, you will buy flowers with you.

The price is changeable, and the reward directly depends on the number of flowers:

Burn a hundred red flowers and press five bundles of vegetarian food.

Hang a curtain on it and weave a fence next to it.

Sprinkle water and seal it with mud, and the color will not change.

Everyone is used to it, and everyone is confused.

There is an Weng who comes to buy flowers occasionally.

Bow your head and sigh alone, this sigh is unparalleled:

A bunch of dark flowers, ten people bless!

Light fertilizer

Pride is all over the road, and the light of pommel horse can be seen in the fine dust.

Excuse me, who are those people? Passers-by replied that they were eunuchs, officials of the emperor.

Wear a red ribbon representing the identity of a doctor and a purple ribbon symbolizing the identity of a general.

Boasting his identity, he came to the army at the dinner party, in large numbers, and the scene was grand.

Respect (above three fields and below) overflows into the sky, and the land and water are eight treasures.

There is an orange as a fruit in Dongting Lake. This excellent fish tastes delicious.

They remained calm after the party, but became arrogant when they were drunk.

The drought in Jiangnan, Quzhou people eat people!

The Everlasting Regret

The emperor of China, eager to shake the beauty of an empire, has been in office for many years, searching and never finding it.

Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her.

However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day.

If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.

It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin.

Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride.

On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head.

But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing.

He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night.

There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person.

When she gets dressed in her golden room, it will be almost evening. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will hang around and drink slowly.

Her sisters and brothers were all given titles because she lit up and glorified her family so much.

When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire.

... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes.

Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes will never stare at her.

Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shook the earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feather clothes.

The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses.

More than a hundred miles west of Doumen, the imperial flag opened the way, moving and stopping.

People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths.

The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up, a green and white Hosta and a golden hairy bird.

The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears.

Hidden in the yellow dust from the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack of the steeple path.

Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun.

But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky.

He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest.

Heaven and earth in last contact, the dragon car comes home, and the emperor never leaves.

The memory and pain are buried in the soil of Maweipo. Where is her white face? .

Rulers and lords, when their eyes met, cried on their coats. They rode horses, loosened the reins and slowly returned to the capital.

Pond, garden, palace, everything is the same as before, Taiye Lake hibiscus, Weiyang Palace willow.

But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? !

Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground.

The palaces in the west and south are scattered with evening grass, and the steps are piled with red leaves that are not swept.

The players in her pear garden became white-haired, and eunuchs were thin in her pepper yard. .

Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. , he will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep. ..

Bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear.

And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning cream, and the jade is cold. Who's with * * *?

The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream.

There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration.

People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her.

He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere.

Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places.

Then he heard a story about a magical island at sea, which is part of the invisible world.

There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth.

And one of them, they call it forever true, has a face like her snow and flowers.

So he went to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell Shuang Perfect.

This lady, after hearing the news of Emperor China's envoy, woke up from her dream in her canopy.

She pushed open the pillow, got dressed, shook off her drowsiness, opened the pearly curtain, and then opened the silver screen.

Because she left in such a hurry, her muddy hair ornaments hung aside, and when she came along the platform, her flowered hat was loose.

A breeze blew her cloak and fluttered with her movements, as if she were dancing with a rainbow skirt and feather coat.

Tears rolled down her sad and pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers.

But when she asked him to thank her monarch, her eyes shone with love. Since they separated, her form and voice were unfamiliar to her.

Because happiness ends in the courtyard of the sun, the moon and dawn become long in the palace of Xianshan.

But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust.

So she took out the keepsake he gave, and gave him a shell box and a gold hairpin through his messenger.

However, one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box were kept, and the gold of the hairpin and the shell of the box were broken.

"Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell." Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will be together.

She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath.

On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world.

We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one and grow on the earth, two branches of a tree. ..

The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever!

Pipa parallel sequence

In the tenth year of Yuanhe, Yu moved to Sima, Jiujiang County. Next autumn, send the guests to Pukou, and smell the pipa players on board at night and listen to their voices.

There is the voice of Kyoto; Ask the man, Ben Chang 'an advocates women and learns pipa from Mu Cao. Old age and decline in color, appointment

As Jia's woman. 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 wandering and haggard.

Migrate between rivers and lakes. After two years as an official, I feel comfortable, feel at night, and feel moved because of long sentences.

Song gave it, and every 616 words, life is pipa.

Xunyan Jiangtou night in Fujian, 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 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 brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones.

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.

Guan Yingying's ass was slippery when she spoke, and we heard a stream sobbing painfully on the beach.

By checking its cold touch, this string seems to be broken, as if it can't pass; And notes, fade away.

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.

... when she slowly put the pick back into the string, she stood up, adjusted her clothes, and was 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.

There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself 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 morning of spring with flowers and the night of autumn with moonlight shining.

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 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 officer. My blue sleeves are wet!

Say goodbye to the ancient grassland

The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter.

Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.

Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey.

I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.

Since the Henan War, water transportation has been blocked, there has been famine everywhere, and our brothers have also been displaced, each in one place. Because there is a feeling of full moon, talk about books.

Send Brother Fuliang, Seven Brothers Yu Qian, Fifteen Brothers Wujiang, Liv and Xia Gui as well.

The family business is in a year of disaster, and the brothers are scattered.

After the war, the countryside was deserted and the flesh and blood fled to a foreign land.

The injured shadow is like a lonely wild goose, wandering like a broken-rooted autumn canopy.

* * * Looking at the bright moon and crying, for the heart, five places, all sick and willing.

A suggestion for my friend Liu.

There is a glimmer of green in the old bottle and a hint of red in the quiet stove.

With dusk and snow coming, how about a glass of wine?

Hougong ci

Tears wet Luo Jin's dream of not being able to sleep. Late at night, I heard a rhythmic song coming from the lobby.

Beauty is not old, has lost the elegance of the king, and sat on warm clothes until dawn.

The hymn of Twilight River

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.

Spring outing in Qiantang Lake

From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake.

A few early warblers compete for warm trees, whose new swallow pecks at spring mud?

Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.

I love the eastbound lake and the white sand embankment under the shadow of Populus davidiana. Mu Jiang Bai yin ju yi

A sunset gradually sank into the river, half green and half green.

On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.

Yi Jiangnan Bai Juyi

Jiangnan is good,

The scenery used to be familiar.

At sunrise, the red flowers in the river win the fire.

In spring, the river is as green as blue.

Can you not remember Jiangnan?

Bai Juyi, peach blossom in Dalin Temple

In the world of April, the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temples have just bloomed.

I want to find a place where my life is dying, but I don't know that it has been moved here.

Farewell to Gu Cao Bai Juyi

The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter.

Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.

Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey.

I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.

grass

The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter.

Wildfire has never completely swallowed them, and the spring breeze is blowing.

Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey.

I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.

Dreamed of the south bank

Jiangnan is good and the scenery is old;

At sunrise, the river is redder than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue.

How can we make people not miss Jiangnan?

Speak freely (part 3)

I'll give you a solution to the problem. This method does not need tortoise shells, and yarrow can bring wealth and luck.

Try burning jade for three days. Identification materials must be kept for seven years.

In the days of the Duke of Zhou, he was afraid of gossip and paid homage to the throne before Wang Mang usurped the throne.

If this man died from the beginning, who would know the truth of his life?

Jandison

There are pine trees 100 feet big and 10 yards around. They were born at the bottom of the cave, cold and crude.

The mountains and rivers are sinister, and the dangers are endless.

Tian Zi Tang Ming owes Liang Mu, and there are two things I don't know.

Who is a metaphor for the creation of the sky, but it is not related to the lack of materials.

The story of Jin Zhang Xian Xian, Niu Yi cold and cheap lost Xin Gui.

Although the stories of Di Xin and Niu Yi are different,

The highest is not necessarily wise, and the lower is not necessarily stupid.

Don't you see that corals are born under the heavy seabed and elms are planted in the sky!

Speak freely (I)

What does truth have to do with lies?

Only joy Zangsheng can deceive the sage, how can we know that Ning has seen through the play?

Grass fireflies are not fire, lotus dew is beads!

What's the pity and glory if you don't take firewood?

Yang Liuzhi ci

A tree has thousands of branches in the spring breeze, as soft as gold and as soft as silk.

Always in the west corner of Fengfang, never a day, whose willow is this?

Overlooking the river tower at night, the scenery is fresh and strange. It was sung and played into a tune and sent to Mr. Zhang of the Ministry of Water Resources.

Sunset falls between light smoke and drizzle, the river is bright and the sea is cool.

Mayflies scatter clouds and break pavilions, while rainbows break bridges.

In addition, the water waves are surging and the storm is rippling, as if many flowers are flying, dark and bright, very beautiful; After sunset, the sky is blue, and geese fly in the air, as if writing a line on the blue sky.

Ok, take a picture of Dan Qing and give the poem to Shuicaolang.

Flowers and non-flowers

Say it's flowers, not flowers, say it's fog? Not fog.

It came in the middle of the night and left at dawn.

How long has it been like a spring dream? When they leave, they are like clouds in the morning.

Buy flowers

The imperial city withered in spring, and it was noisy.

* * * If you say peony, you will buy flowers with you.

The price is uncertain, and the reward value depends on the number of flowers:

Burn a hundred red flowers and press five bundles of vegetarian food.

Hang a curtain on it and weave a fence next to it.

Sprinkle water and seal it with mud, and the color will not change.