The first volume of the eighth grade

(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.

Guiyuantianju (3) (Tao Yuanming's Eastern Jin Dynasty) Planting beans at the foot of Nanshan, the grass is covered with 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.

Take a bike to the fortress (King) to ask about it. It 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.

Xi Village in Youshan (a land tour in the Southern Song Dynasty) laughed at farmers' muddy wine and raised 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.

Wang Ye (Wang Jitang) looks at Gao Dong at dusk, and he wants to rely 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.

There was Huai River in the early cold (Meng Haoran Tang), and the cold water brought a wind from the north. 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 Soup) A long time ago, a yellow crane carried a saint to heaven. 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 Tang) has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn wins 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.

Lushan Mountain Tour (Mei in the Northern Song Dynasty) is full of wild feelings, while Qian Shan 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's Northern Song Dynasty), the orchid buds under the orchid are short-dipped in the stream, and the sand road between the pines is clean and mud-free, and the rain is falling 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.

The second volume of the eighth grade

(A) In-class part

For the first time, I visited Lotte Yangzhou (Liu Yuxi Tang), a desolate place of Bashan and Chushui, which was abandoned for 23 years. People come back. Like people in Michelle, I can only play the flute, and I am disappointed. On one side of the boat, Qian Fan races; At the head of the sick tree, every year is a spring shower. Today, listen to you sing a song, drink a glass of wine and cheer up.

Chibi (Du) lost its halberd and sank sand and iron, but did not sell it, which was recognized by the former dynasty. If the east wind is not convenient for Zhou Yu, I'm afraid the outcome will be Cao Cao's victory and Er Qiao's detention in Tongquetai.

After a difficult period in Ding Yang (Wen Tianxiang in the Southern Song Dynasty), there were few stars around. The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs. The beach of fear says fear, and there is a sigh in the ocean. Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a heart that shines through history.

Shuidiao Song Tou (Su Shi Northern Song Dynasty) (Chen Bing Mid-Autumn Festival, drunk, drunk, writing this article, having a baby. When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight? I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance and enjoy the shadow of the moon, which is in the world. The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon has yin and yang, and there are gains and losses. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. We hope to live a long life for each other to share the beauty of this beautiful moonlight, even though we are separated from Wan Li.

Shanpo Sheep are nostalgic for Tongguan (Zhang Yuan), where the peaks are gathering, the waves are angry, and Tongguan has mountains and rivers inside and outside. Looking at Xijing, I hesitated, saddened by the Qin and Han Dynasties, all the palaces were made of mud. Xing, the people suffer. Death makes people suffer.

Drinking (5) (Tao Yuanming's "Eastern Jin Dynasty") Building a house is under human conditions, but there are no horses and chariots. What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. This makes sense. I forgot to tell the difference.

It's hard to go to (Li Bai Tang) the cost of pure wine, which is a golden cup, 10 thousand copper and a hip flask. The jade plate is a treasure. I threw away my food sticks and cups. I couldn't eat or drink. I wanted to cross the Yellow River, but the ice blocked the ferry. I pulled out my dagger. I peeped in all directions in vain. I wanted to climb the snowy Taihang Mountain. I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun. It's hard to walk, it's hard to walk, a lot of roads, and today's safety. One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.

The thatched cottage was broken by the autumn wind (Du Tang Fu). In August and autumn, the wind roared and Sanhe grass rolled in my house. Hair flew over the river and sprinkled on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lower one floats to Shentang 'ao. The children in Nancun bully me. I can stand being a thief. Holding the hair into the bamboo openly, my lips were so dry that I couldn't breathe, and I came back with a cane and sighed. In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark. This cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and Joule has been lying down and cracking. There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain. How can you get wet all night since you are in a mess and don't get enough sleep! There are tens of millions of buildings in Ande, which makes all the poor people in the world very happy! The wind and rain don't move like a mountain? Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone!

Bai Xuege bid farewell to Tian's secretary, Wu, and went home (Tang). The north wind rolled white grass, and eight In the snow crossed the Tatar Day. Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom. Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin. The general used cold hands to protect his hands. The armored steel was too cold to wear. The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy. In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment. In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag. Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow. I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.

Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems (Gong Zizhen Qing) are far away from the world. I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.

Extracurricular part

To the younger brother (Serina Liu, Eastern Han Dynasty), the pavilion mountain is loose, and the rustling valley is caressed. When the wind is strong, pine branches are strong. First frost is miserable and always right at the end of the year. Don't suffer from cold, pine and cypress have sex.

Farewell to the viceroy, out of Shu, across the wall of the Three Qin Dynasties, across a layer of fog, connecting the five rivers together. We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions. After all, the world is just a small place. Why are you wandering at the fork in the road, wiping your eyes like a heartbroken child? .

Youzhou Tower (Chen Ziang Soup) Where are the lost years in front of me? Behind me, where are the future generations? . Only the boundless universe, boundless, can't stop the tears full of sadness.

The second envoy sent Yuan, Anxi (Wang), Weicheng, where it was raining and dusty, and the guest house was green and willow-colored. Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their relatives when they go out to the sun.

Yesterday, I said goodbye to Minister Shu Yun at Xie Tiao Villa (Li Bai) in Xuanzhou, and I had to leave Bolt and me. It hurts my heart even more today. Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine. The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie. We are all lofty distant thoughts, longing for the sky and the bright moon. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with the sword, the sadness is back, although we drown them with wine, because the world can't satisfy our desire, I will let go of my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.

In the early spring, it was raining lightly outside the Ministry of Water (Hanyu), and the grass color in the distance was close. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.

Untitled (Li Shangyin's Tang Dynasty) The time was far before I met her, but it was even longer after we parted, and the east wind rose and a hundred flowers blossomed. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .

Seeing Huan (Li Yu's "Southern Tang Dynasty in Five Dynasties") went to the West Building without saying a word, and the moon was like a hook, and the solitary phoenix tree locked the deep courtyard in the clear autumn. It is sad, especially the general taste in my heart.

Dengfeilaifeng (Wang Anshi in the Northern Song Dynasty) flew to Chihiro Tower on the mountain and heard the cock crow. As written in a China poem, we are not afraid of dark clouds covering our sight, because we are already on the top of the mountain.

Qingpingle Village (Xin Qiji Southern Song Dynasty) has low eaves and green grass on the stream. Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it? The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages. My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying in the grass, peeling the lotus just picked.