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.
Returning to the Garden House (3) (Tao Yuanming? In the Eastern Jin Dynasty, beans were planted in Nanshan, and the grass was full of beans and the seedlings were sparse. 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? Don) riding a bike wants to ask the profile, and 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.
You Shan Xi Village (Lu You? Don't laugh at the peasant's muddy 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? Gao Dong looked at dusk, and he wanted 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.
Early pregnancy in Hanjiang (Meng Haoran? Tang) and water cooling with wind from the north, the south of the forest. 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? A long time ago, the place where the yellow crane carried the saints to heaven is now only 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? 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? Northern song dynasty) is free from wild feelings, and 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? In the Northern Song Dynasty), the orchid buds under the orchid were short-dipped in the stream, and the sand road between the pines was clean and mud-free, and the dusk rain was falling. 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 eighth grade of junior middle school Chinese, the second volume of ancient poems and songs
1, three poems about birds
Yan Wen
Don Wei Wu Ying
Where is your hometown? It's leisurely to think about it.
Autumn night in Huainan, the high house smells wild geese coming.
Chihe
Tang Bai Juyi
There is no companion in front of the bamboo cage, and there is a weather vane in the chickens.
At first, I bowed my head, fearing that cinnabar would fall, and hanging my wings often suspected that the snow would disappear.
When it comes to the color of cormorants, I think the voice of parrots is very charming.
What do you think when the wind blows? Looking forward to the clouds and water in Qingtian.
Welcome to Little Swallow
Song Ge Tian Min
Spring in March, ordinary people.
In order to welcome the new year, the old curtains are not covered.
The wings were wet with light rain, and the smell of mud bloomed.
The nest grew into a chick and stayed with it for many years.
2. Three poems and songs
Shu Yun, a farewell school book in Xielou, Xuanzhou.
Tang Libai
Since yesterday, I have to leave Bolt and me behind.
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 all yearn for the distance and want to go to the blue sky to embrace the bright moon.
But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with a sword, sadness will come back, even though we drown them with wine.
Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.
Translation:
It is inevitable to leave my yesterday, and today, which disturbs my mood, makes me extremely worried. In the face of this scene, Wan blew the swan geese returning to the south, and they could climb the tall buildings and have a good drink. Your article is as profound as the immortal prose stored in Penglai Palace, and also has the character of Jian 'an literature. And my poetic style is as fresh and beautiful as Xie Tiao's, elegant and bold. We are all full of lofty sentiments and exultation, and our jumping thoughts are like flying high in the blue sky to pick the bright moon. However, whenever I think about the opportunities in life, I worry. It's like drawing a treasure knife to cut running water. Instead of being cut off, the current is more fierce. I raised my glass and drank heavily. I wanted to drown my sorrows in wine, but I was even more worried. Ah! Life is so unhappy in this world, it is better to let me wander freely in the rivers and lakes in a boat tomorrow.
Fisherman's pride
Song Fan Zhongyan
The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown. The four sides are connected with each other. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes.
A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. The pipe strength is covered with frost. People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears.
Translation:
The border scenery in autumn is completely different, and the geese flying to Hengyang have no nostalgia. Sad voices from all directions sounded with the horn. In the mountains, the long smoke goes straight into the sunset, and the isolated city is closed.
Drinking a cup of old wine and missing my hometown thousands of miles away, Ran Yan has not carved Pinghu Gong, and his return is unpredictable. The flute of Qiang people is melodious, and first frost is everywhere. The recruiter can't sleep, the general's hair is gray, and the soldiers are crying.
Tianjin Sha Qiu Si
Ma Yuan Zhiyuan
Dead vines, old trees, faint crows,
Small bridges and flowing water,
The ancient road and the west wind are thin.
The sun went down,
Heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
3. Two ancient poems
See you at the first meal in Yangzhou.
Yuxi Liu Tang
Bashan Chuhe River is desolate, giving up on itself for 23 years.
Nostalgia sings Defoe, and going to hometown is like rotten ke.
By the sinking ship, Qian Fan passed by, in front of the sick tree, Wan Muchun.
Listen to your song today, temporarily.
Translation:
I spent twenty-three years in the desolate places of Bashan and Chushui.
Missing an old friend, reciting Xiao Fu in vain, and returning home for a long time is not the past.
Next to the sunken ship, there is a passing Qian Fan, but before the diseased tree, there is a struggle in spring.
After listening to the poem you recited to me today, I can cheer up with this wine for the time being.
Untitled
Don
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.
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! .
Translation:
When we are apart, seeing each other is as difficult as being apart. Parting in early spring is like the exhaustion of the east wind and the withering of flowers. It was not until the silkworm died that it spit out all the silk. The red candle burned out and the tears dried up. Get up early and dress up in front of the mirror, lest it change color like a cloud. At night, when you sing a poem, you will feel that the moonlight is cold.
Penglai fairyland is not far from here, diligent bluebird messenger, please explore the road for me.
4. Four ancient poems chanting leaves
"peers have not opened begonia"
Jinyuan is curious.
Layers of leaves grow between the new branches of begonia, and the little buds hidden in them glow a little red.
Be sure to cherish your heart, don't bloom easily, let the peach blossom fan bloom in the spring of spring breeze!
The name of hongye
Emperor Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty
Why did Ah Shui leave in such a hurry, but he was so leisurely all day in the palace?
I bid farewell to the red leaves and left this beautiful place for the freedom house.
In the mountains.
Don
The sorrow of the Yangtze River has stagnated, and Wan Li's thoughts will return.
The night is high and windy, and the mountains fly.
Early spring in the east of the city
Don Juyuan Yang
Poet Jing Qing celebrated the Spring Festival,
The green willows and yellow are half jagged.
If the forest is full of flowers,
Everyone who goes out is a flower watcher.
5. Two ancient poems
A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night.
Don
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi.
When will I go back, I will watch snuff at the west window, face to face, and the smell of evening rain.
On Poetry
Kiyoichi
The poems of Li Bai and Du Fu have been read by thousands of people, and it is nothing new to read them now.
There are many talented people all over the country, and their poems and popularity will last for hundreds of years.