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Collect a poem describing the Yellow River in ancient and modern China and abroad, and talk about the thoughts and feelings expressed by the author on the basis of understanding the relevant backgroun

Collect a poem describing the Yellow River in ancient and modern China and abroad, and talk about the thoughts and feelings expressed by the author on the basis of understanding the relevant background. the Yellow River

Xue Neng (Tang)

Where to send Kunlun, even dry and soak Kun. Waves pass over geese, and the sound vibrates the dragon gate.

The shore cracked a new momentum, and the beach left old traces. Crossing the sea, the distance is the root of the mountain.

Dare to tease Sanfeng, male standard four blasphemies. Autumn scenery tree in the bay, the wide sunset village outside.

You know the fish are confused, if you come to see the bird squatting. Flying sand and stones is day, and fog is dusk.

Run can invest in agricultural acres, and Qing can show the gratitude of the emperor. The rain sings like a million eyes, and the expression is shocking.

The tortoise once appeared, but the spirit is still there. The vortex on the disk surface is getting colder and colder, and the light heat is slightly warmer.

Nine songs win in the end, and constant current can be swallowed secretly. If there is no hope in the world, who will return to the source of poverty

Liangzhou song

Don Wang Zhihuan

The Yellow River is far above the white clouds.

Wan Ren is an isolated city.

Why should a strong brother complain about Liu?

The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass.

Stork tower

Don Wang Zhihuan

The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.

By going up one flight of stairs, look further.

Go to the frontier to carry out tasks

Don

Riding a bike to visit the border and passing through Juyan County.

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.

Xiao Guan rides it every time, and it is protected in Yanran.

Invite for a drink

Tang Libai

Have you ever noticed how the water of the Yellow River flows out of heaven and into the ocean, never to return?

Have you noticed that the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is silky black in the morning, has turned into snow at night.

Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! !

Since God has given talents, let them be used! As for the money, although it is scattered, it will get together again.

Cook a sheep, kill a cow, sharpen your appetite, and let me, 300 bowls, take a big drink! !

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, bring the wine in! Let your cup never stop! !

Let me sing you a song! , let your ears participate! !

What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? Let me get drunk forever and never be rational! !

Ancient sober people and sages have been forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized!

Chen bought a barrel of wine with 10 thousand gold coins at a banquet in the temple, and everyone laughed and said one-liners

Why do you say, my master, your money is gone? Go buy wine, and we'll drink together! .

Keywords Wuhuama, Qianjinqiu, give it to the young man for good wine,

The Yellow River, you are the cradle of 5,000 years of culture.

Originated from you, how many heroic stories are staged around you ... "。

The lyrics of Ode to the Yellow River tell the long history of the Yellow River and praise its immortal achievements.

The Yellow River is the second longest river in China and a world-famous giant river.

-Excerpt from Ode to the Yellow River

Climb the peak

-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.

I came from three thousand miles away. Sadness now has autumn, more than a hundred years of independent standing.

After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged.