Seeking a new curriculum standard Chinese Su Jiaoban must recite ancient poems in senior two and senior three. .

The college entrance examination requires memorizing articles.

Senior high school 14 articles

Encourage learning (Xunzi)

Mr. Wang said: I can't learn. Green is taken from blue, and green is blue; Ice and water are cooler than water. The wood is straight in the rope, thinking it is a wheel, and its curve is in the gauge; Although there is a crisis, those who stop coming forward will make it happen. Therefore, the wood is straight by the rope, the gold is sharp, the gentleman is knowledgeable, and he saves himself every day, so he knows clearly without fault.

Think all day long, it is better to learn it in a moment; I've tasted it and I'm looking forward to it. Let's go hiking. Climbing a mountain, the arm is not so long, but the person you see is far away; Call with the wind, the sound does not add disease, but the listener is obvious. Those who cheat horses are not good enough, but cause thousands of miles; A man who pretends to be a boat can't swim, but he can't swim. The life of a gentleman is the same, and the goodness lies in personal leave.

Accumulated soil becomes mountains, and the wind and rain are prosperous; The water drops merged into the ocean and the dragon was born; Accumulate goodness into virtue, the gods are complacent, and the sacred heart is prepared. Therefore, you can't take Wan Li Road without accumulating steps; If you don't accumulate small streams, you won't be a river. Leap, not ten steps; This is a great contribution to the success of Ma Xu. Perseverance, rotten wood can't be carved; Perseverance, the stone can be carved. Earthworms do not have the advantages of minions, and their bones and muscles are strong. They eat the earth and drink the yellow land with their hearts. The crab kneels six times and pinches twice. It's not that the snake hole has no sustenance, it's also impetuous.

Shi Shuo (Han Yu)

Ancient scholars must have teachers. Teacher, so preach and teach to solve doubts. People are not born knowing, who can have no doubt? If you are confused and don't follow the teacher, you will be confused and you will never understand. Before I was born, I studied Tao before I was born, so I learned from Tao. After I was born, I studied Taoism first, so I studied Taoism. I am a teacher, and I don't know that years were born in me. Therefore, there is no nobility, no inferiority, no length, no shortage, and the existence of Tao and the existence of teachers.

Ha ha! It's been a long time since the teacher passed on the Tao! It's hard to be confused! Ancient sages, far away from the crowd, are still asking questions to the teacher; Today's people are far from saints, and they are ashamed to learn from their teachers. So saints are good for saints, and fools are good for fools. What makes saints holy and fools stupid? Love his son, choose a teacher and teach him; If you are in your body, you will feel ashamed and confused. The boy's teacher, the sentence of teaching and learning books, is not the person I am talking about telling his story and solving his confusion. I don't know, I don't understand, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know. There is no shame in witch doctors and musicians learning from each other. The families of the scholar-officials called their teacher disciple Yun, and they got together and talked and laughed. When asked, he said: he is almost the same as that year, and the way is similar. His humble position is full of shame, and his official position is close to admiration. Oh! Teacher's way is unknown! Witch doctors are highly skilled musicians, and gentlemen disdain them. Today, his wisdom is out of reach, strange and embarrassing!

Saint impermanence teacher. Confucius studied under Tan Zi, Changhong, Shi Xiang and Lao Dan. Scorpions' disciples are not as clever as Confucius. Confucius said: If there are three people, there must be a teacher. So disciples don't have to be inferior to teachers, and teachers don't have to be superior to disciples. They have a good understanding of Taoism and specialize in their skills. That's all.

Li, seventeen years old, is famous for his six arts of ancient Chinese prose. He is famous all over the world for his ambition, learning from others. Yu Jiaqi can follow the ancient road and write Shi Shuo to make it last forever.

"Epang Palace Fu" (Du Mu)

Six kings finish, and the four seas are one family. Shushan is upright, and Fang is not here. Overpressure exceeds 300 miles, isolated from the sun. Mount Li is built in the north and folded in the west, leading directly to Xianyang. Erchuan dissolves and flows into the palace wall. Five steps to the first floor and ten steps to a pavilion. The corridor is waist-tied, and the eaves are high. Hold the terrain, intrigue. Vegetables, ripples, honeycomb water vortex, I wonder if it will fall by tens of millions. What is a cloudless dragon lying on a long bridge? After the road is empty, don't blame Eric? I don't know anything. Singing warm, spring is harmonious; Ballroom cold sleeves, wind and rain sad. Within a day, the climate is uneven between palaces.

Concubine, prince, grandson, resigned from the downstairs hall and came to Qin; Singing at night, for Qin citizens. The stars are shining and the cosmetic mirror is on; Lv Yun came forward and combed Xiao Huan; Nutrient flow is greasy, and fat water is abandoned; The smoke is foggy and the pepper orchids are also burning. The thunder shook and the palace car passed; I don't know what I was doing when I was listening in the distance. A muscle, a capacity, extremely beautiful, looks forward-looking, but looks lucky. Those that have disappeared, 36 years.

Zhao Yanzhi's harvest, the rule of Han and Wei Dynasties, the elite of Qi and Chu, and the plunder of several generations, took advantage of the mountain. Once you can't get it, you lose it. Tinkling jade, gold nuggets and pebbles are thrown away and smashed, and Qin people regard them as the standard and do not cherish them. Ha ha! One person's heart, ten thousand people's heart. Qin loves luxury and people are homesick. How can we use it like sand? Make the columns of negative buildings more than the farmers of nanmu; There are more rafters on the beam than working women on the plane; The phosphorus in onion is more than that in millet. The joints of ceramic tiles are uneven, more than the whole body silk; There are more vertical columns and cross sills than nine battlements; The orchestra's strings are hoarse, and they talk more than the city people. Let people all over the world dare not speak or get angry. The single husband's heart is getting more and more arrogant. The defenders shouted, the valley of letters closed, the Chu people burned, and the poor were scorched!

Those who destroy the six countries are also six countries, not Qin. Qin clan, Qin also, not the world also. Ha ha! Make the six countries love each other, enough to refuse Qin; Let the state of Qin love the six countries again, and give it to three generations to be king forever. Who wins and who dies? Qin people feel sorry for themselves, and later people mourn for them; Later generations grieved, failed to learn from it, and let future generations mourn for future generations.

Jinse (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.

Red Wall Fu (Su Shi)

Autumn is endless, and July is expected. Perilla boaters swim under the red cliff. The breeze blows gently and the water can't reach the surface. Raise a glass to propose a toast to one's companions, recite articles related to the moon, and sing praises to chapters. Not long after, the moon rose from Dongshan and hovered between the Big Dipper and the cow. Milky white fog across the river, clear water. Let the boat float on the boundless river and cross the boundless river. Vastness is like the wind in Feng Xu, but I didn't know it would stop. It's like being left behind and independent, feathering into immortality.

At this time, he was very happy to drink, slapping the ship's rail with his hand and singing. The song says: "Gui Gui is like a blue paddle, striking the sky and tracing the streamer. I am in my arms, looking at the beauty and the sky. " A guest blew a hole and lived in peace with a song. His voice was sad: if he complained, he would cry, and if he complained, he would make trouble. The sound is endless; It can make the dragon dance in the deep valley and make the widow in the lonely boat cry.

Su Shi's face was sad and sad, so he sat up in a corner and asked the guest, "How do you know?" ? "The guest said," There are few stars on the moon, and blackbirds fly south. "Isn't this Cao Mengde's poem? Looking at Xiakou in the west and Wuchang in the east. The mountains and rivers are misty and gloomy. Isn't this because Meng Zhizhi was trapped in Zhou Lang? Fang Qi broke Jingzhou and went down to Jiangling, downstream to the east. He was thousands of miles long, wearing a flag, drinking wine and singing poems across the river, and became a hero in the world. Now he's at peace! My son and I are fishing in Zhu Jiang. We are friends with fish, shrimp and elk. Driving a boat and lifting a statue that belongs to each other. It's a drop in the ocean to send a mayfly into the earth. Mourn a moment in my life and admire the infinity of the Yangtze River. Fly with the flying fairy, hold the bright moon, and grow up. I know that it is impossible to get it suddenly, but I hate Taiwan. "

Perilla said, "Do you know my husband's water and the moon? The deceased is like this, but he has never been there; If you are full of emptiness, the dead will not ebb and flow. Gai must view it from its changers, then heaven and earth can't be in an instant; If you look at it from its constant point of view, then everything is endless to me. What do you envy? Between heaven and earth, everything has its own master. If it's not mine, it's a dime. However, the breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains are audible to the ears and visible to the eyes. Inexhaustible, inexhaustible. It is the creator's endless hiding place, and I eat with my son. "

Guests smile, wash the lights more carefully, the dishes are exhausted, and the cups and plates are messy. Sleeping on the boat, hugging each other, I know the horizon has turned white.

Meng (The Book of Songs)

In order to protect themselves, embrace cloth and trade silk. When robbers came to trade silk, they came to me. As for Yue Dun, sending his son to Qi involves. When I was a robber, I had 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.

Mulberry leaves flourish before they fall. There are no mulberries in the nest! I'm a woman, what's there to worry about! It can be said that scholars are worried. You can't say a woman is worried!

Mulberry fell, yellow, and fell. Self-pity, eating at the age of three. Qishui soup, cut the car curtain. Women are unhappy, and scholars do their best. Scholars are also extremely useless.

Being a woman at the age of three is exhausting. Sleepless all night, there must be a dynasty. As for violence, what you say must be done. My brother didn't know, but he smiled. Calm down and think about it, and you will bow your head and feel sorry for yourself.

Being together always makes me complain. Qi has shore, Ji has company. General's corner banquet, talking and laughing. Swear, forget it. On the contrary, I don't think about it. I'm already embarrassed!

Li Sao (excerpt) (Qu Yuan)

Emperor Levin is a descendant of Miao nationality, and I am the emperor Kao Boyong.

I went to Meng Xi with my virginity, but Geng Yin and I surrendered.

Huang Lan went to Jiaming for the first time:

The name Yu Yue is conventional, while the word Yu Yue is spiritual.

Fenwu has both inner beauty and self-cultivation.

Hu Jiang left with Bi, thinking that she was admirable.

If I am not as good as me, I am afraid that my age is not with me.

Mulan Xi in the morning and maize in the evening.

The sun and the moon suddenly don't flood, and the spring and autumn have successively.

But the vegetation is scattered, and I am afraid that the beauty will come late.

Do not cherish the strong, abandon filth, why not change this degree.

Take the horse galloping, come to my way first.

Mountain climbing (Du Fu)

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.

Happy Travel (Zhuangzi)

There is a kind of fish named Kun in the north. Kunda, thousands of miles away. Become a bird. Its name is Peng. Peng's back, thousands of miles away, flew angrily, his wings hanging in the sky like clouds. If it is a bird, shipping will migrate to Nanming. South ghost, Tianchi also.

"Qi Xie", ambition is strange. The text of "Hehe" says: "Peng moved to Nanming, and the water hit three thousand miles. It was Jiu Wan Li who climbed up and went to rest in June. " Wild horses, dust and creatures are blowing with interest. The sky is gray, and its positive color is evil? Far away and everything is extremely evil? It looks down. If it is, it's gone.

And the product of husband's water is not thick, then the negative boat is weak. Cover the depression with a glass of water, and the mustard will sail; If you cover a cup, it's glue. Shallow water makes a big boat. The wind is not thick, and its negative wing is weak. Therefore, nine Wan Li, the wind is next, it is the wind of today; Those who carry the blue sky and never die, then go to the south today.

The difficulty of Shu Dao (Li Bai)

Hey, hey, it's dangerous! The difficulty of Shu Dao is difficult to go to the sky!

Until the two rulers of this area forced their way through in the foggy age!

Forty-eight thousand years have passed. Don't talk to Qin Sai.

And Dabaishan, to the west, still has only one bird path, all the way to the peak of Emei.

Once it was broken by an earthquake, some brave people lost it, and then the ladder stone pile was hooked.

On the high flag, six dragons drive the sun, and far below, the river lashes its twisted channel.

Such a height is difficult for a yellow crane, poor monkey, they only have claws to use.

The Green Mud Mountain is made up of many circles. For every hundred steps, we have to turn nine times in the middle of its mound.

Panting, we passed Orion, passed Jingxing, and then fell to the ground with our arms folded and groaned.

We don't know whether this road to the west will never end. The road ahead is getting darker and darker.

Nothing can be heard except the cries of birds surrounded by ancient forests. The male bird rotates smoothly and follows the female bird.

Jathyapple, what comes to us is the melancholy voice of Du Fu, a sad empty mountain.

It's hard to get through the Shu Road, and it's hard to get to the sky, and it turns pale when you smell it.

The highest cliff is less than a foot from heaven, and the withered pine trees hang low on the cliff surface.

One thousand waterfalls rushed forward one after another, sending out the thunder of rotating stones in ten thousand valleys.

If the risk is the same, people from afar will come for nothing!

Although the pass of the watchtower is strong and steep, one person guards it and ten thousand people can't beat it.

What if he is not loyal, but a wolf to his companions? .

There are scary hungry tigers during the day and poisonous reptiles at night.

With their teeth and fangs, they kill like hemp.

Although the Silk City is beautiful, I'd rather go home soon.

It's hard to get through the Shu Road, but it's hard to get into the sky. Look sideways to the west and ask for advice!

Pipa Tour (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 direction of the melody and asked the player's name. 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, every note is thought-provoking, and it seems that you are dissatisfied with your 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 and plucks them, after the beginning of "Dress" and "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. 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. Song often impressed people, and her beauty envied all the leading dancers. How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song. And the blood color of the skirt was stained by wine, China. 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. And she has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary. Around the cabin, the moon and the river are cold. 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.

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.

The jade carving should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed it. How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward.

Nian Nujiao (Su Shi)

The river of no return, a romantic figure with a long history. To the west of the old base, humanity is the Red Cliff in Zhou Lang. 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. Feather fan nylon scarf, laughing and laughing, strong ashes. Old country fugue, deep affection for Ying Xiao Wo, early birth of China. The world is like a dream, a statue is still on the moon.

Yong Yule (Xin Qiji)

It is difficult to find a hero like Sun Quan after the history of the country. The dance floor was still there, but the heroes had already gone with the passage of time. 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. Think back to that year: Jin Ge is an iron horse, swallowing Wan Li like a tiger.

Yuanjia, sealing the wolf in Xu, won a hasty victory. I have been back to the south for forty-three years, and I still remember the war scenes in Yangzhou. Looking back, there was a crow club drum under the beaver temple. Who can ask: Lian Po is too old to eat?