(A) the ancient poetry class

Wang Yue (Du Fu) How majestic Mount Tai is! ? Out of Qilu, green peaks can still be seen. The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north. Layers of white clouds, cleaning the gully on the chest; The flat bird flew into the eye socket. Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.

Wang Chun (Du Fu) is a leopard cannot change his spots. Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.

Shi Hao officials (Du Fu) threw themselves into Shihao Village at dusk, and some officials arrested people at night. The old man climbed over the wall and left, while the old woman went out to watch. Why are officials angry? Why do women cry? Before listening to his wife's speech: three men are guarding Yecheng. One man attached a book, and two men died. Those who drag out an ignoble existence are dead! There is no one in the room, only a baby and a grandson. And grandma didn't go, and there was no skirt in and out. Although the old woman is physically weak, please come back at night and be anxious to prepare for cooking in the morning. The night is long and silent, like crying and choking. Dawn will rise into the future, leaving the old man alone.

Returning to the Garden House (3) (Tao Yuanming? 6? 1 Eastern Jin) Shannan grows beans, and the grass is full of bean seedlings. Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night. The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes. It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.

Summit (Wang Wei? 6? 1 Tang) Bike is a country that has lived for a long time. Pengpeng also floated out of Korea, and the geese heading north also flew into the sky. The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen. When I arrived at the small pass, I met a spy waiting for the knight and told me that Dou Hu was in Yan.

Farewell your friend (Li Bai) at Jingmen Ferry. Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with people in the south. At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness. The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces. The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.

You Shan Xi Village (Lu You? 6? 1 Southern Song Dynasty) Don't laugh at the farmhouse wine, and raise enough chickens and dolphins in good years. There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay. The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply. In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane.

(B) Extracurricular ancient poetry

Long song (HanYueFu) Green Garden Kwai, facing 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.

Yewang (Ji Wang? 6? 1 Tang) Watching the dusk, he depends on it. Trees are all autumn colors, and mountains are only sparkling. The shepherd brought the calf back, hunted horses and brought birds back. Care for no acquaintances, Long song pregnant with Cai Wei.

Early pregnancy in Hanjiang (Meng Haoran? 6? 1 Tang Dynasty) In the south of Muluoyan, there is a north wind in the water cooling zone. My home is wandering by the river, and the sea of clouds is far away. Tears of homesickness in the journey, see the back of the sail on the horizon. The smoke in the wind blurs where the ferry can be, and the vast river ripples in the sunset.

A letter from Dongting Lake to Premier Zhang (Meng Haoran) On the eighth day of the first month, the lake here and heaven are an air. Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang. I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age. Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish.

Yellow Crane Tower (Cui Hao? 6? A long time ago, a yellow crane carried a saint to heaven, and now there is nothing left but the Yellow Crane Tower. The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years. Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass. But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker. The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy.

Send a friend (Li Bai) to the north mountain blue line and the east water white song. Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away. Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic. With a wave of his hand, he will be separated from now on, and his friend on horseback will carry him on a long journey, blowing a long wind, as if reluctant to leave.

Autumn ci (Liu Yuxi? 6? 1 Tang Dynasty) Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring. There is no one in the clear sky in Wan Li, and a crane, Ling Yunfei, has aroused my meditation on the blue sky.

A trip to Lushan Mountain (Mei Yao Chen? 6? 1 Northern Song Dynasty) Free from Shan Ye, Qianshan is high and low. Along the way, the mountain range in front of me is constantly changing, and a person is immersed in the winding and deep wild road, but forgets where to go. The sun rises, the snow melts, the mountains look more silent and empty, the silly bear is slowly climbing the tree, and the deer is leisurely sipping the stream. Where is he? There are chickens outside the cloud.

Huanxisha (Su Shi? 6? 1 Northern Song Dynasty) Xialan Lanya short dipped in the stream, and the sand road between the pines was clean and mud-free, and it was raining at dusk. Who says life can't go back to adolescence? The water in front of the door can also flow west! Don't bemoan the passage of old age!

1 1 4th, rainy and windy (land tour). I was lying in a remote village and didn't feel sorry for myself. I still want to defend my country. The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield.