Which poem will you collect and recite at the class recital? Extract it and tell me why you like to recite this poem!

The world of mortals has an appointment: a meteor walks in front of you, like a meteor. At that moment, dark clouds were planted. The style of the post office is so beautiful. The fluttering figure is really too light to walk. Are you clear? Dedicate one's life to death. Let you pick and shake. The aura of time and space shines for an instant, look! Don't leave me any regrets. The moon curtain has arrived, the wind looks up at the starry sky, looking for it, and the meteor crosses the sky. The dazzling light makes the wind dizzy and beat! Meteor meteor tonight-people wake up from their dreams and lose their way. Children lost in time and space have unforgettable thoughts and endless thoughts ... Your voice is like the starry sky at dawn. Even if you close your heart, you can still feel that you are calling ... after traveling through time and space, you are back to the present. Meteor daydreaming about the quiet twilight in the middle of the night-a meteor with his family across the sky. Love gradually disappeared-leaving a mystery that people can't fathom. Some people say that it is not just a meteor, it is an inevitable product in the universe. Is science profound? Can an ordinary meteor simply explain all the complicated things? Some people say that it is not just a meteor, it is the end of life. Is life precious? Is a shining meteor willing to be a messenger who is about to fall? I don't think so. Just a meteor. It is a life, an entity that once had life. Yes, when it broke through the sky and fell forever, it left an indelible track of life, although it lived for a long time.

Three kingdoms Cao Cao

Although the tortoise has a long life, it still has its time.

The snake rides the fog and eventually turns to dust.

The old horse crouches, aiming at thousands of miles;

The martyrs were full of courage in their later years.

The surplus and contraction period is not only in the sky;

Blessings that nourish grace can last forever.

I am glad to use this poem to express my inner desire.

Tite chrysanthemum

Tanghuangchao

The west wind is rustling all over the courtyard, and cold butterflies are hard to come by.

If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua.

Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy

Li Qingzhao

When I was a child, it snowed every year, and I often indulged in the enthusiasm of plums. Later, although the effect was in hand, I was not in a good mood to enjoy it. I could only rub it at will, but I got tears on my clothes.

I lived in a remote place when the plum blossoms were in bloom this year, and my ears were short and thin. Look at the plum blossom blown by the night wind, and it is probably hard to see its gorgeous.

Selling Flowers and Nostalgia —— Two Poems by Zhang Kejiu

(1) A Fang's ballroom is full of sleeves, the jade building in Jinguyuan, and the dragon boat in Guliusuo in Sui Dynasty. It is hard to look back on the past, the east wind rises again, and the late spring is bleak.

(2) The beauty committed suicide by the banks of the Wujiang River, and the war once burned Chibi Mountain, leaving the old Yumen Pass empty. The sad flames of Qin and Han Dynasties have made countless people miserable, and those who study can only sigh deeply.

The moon bends for nine days.

Zhang Kejiu

Strong on the green hills, black veil, returning to the wild goose for autumn, tired of homesickness. Cuixiu Qin, Jinbei San, Jade Hand Pipa.

When people get old, the west wind will turn gray, and butterflies will worry about the future. Looking back at the horizon, watching the sunset and counting Western jackdaw in the west.

Hunting observation

Wang Wei

In the wind, the horn sounded and the general was hunting outside the borehole. The grass is yellow in autumn, and the eagle eye is sharper; When the ice and snow melt, the horseshoe is extraordinarily brisk.

It has passed Xinfeng City in a blink of an eye and soon returned to sunny Liu Ying. Looking back at the eagle wilderness, thousands of twilight clouds spread to the horizon.

The Hanjiang River is flooding.

Wang Wei

Three branches in the south reach Chu territory, and nine branches flow to Jingmen. The river crosses heaven and earth, where the colors of the mountains are yes and no.

Du Yi floats on Qianpu, rippling in the distant sky. These beautiful days in Xiangyang have fascinated my old mountain! .

Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong.

Wang Wei

As a stranger in a foreign land,

Please think twice about your relatives during the festival.

Know where the brothers climb,

There is a man missing from the dogwood.

Hangju

Tanghuangchao

Waiting for September 8 of the lunar autumn,

Blooming chrysanthemums are in full bloom, Chang 'an is fragrant, the city is bathed in the fragrance of chrysanthemums-Italy, and the land is like golden chrysanthemums.

leak

Li Tang xian Yong

A spool of fireworks is full of fragrance, and the prince is willing to forget each other when he meets.

Don't get tired of being abandoned by others.

Cicada advised you not to ride, and a few cups of floating ants swallowed the intestines.

How many things are difficult to do at present, since ancient times, men should be self-reliant.

Appreciate lotte and praise the old.

Yuxi Liu Tang

People who don't want to get old will have compassion when they get old. The body is thin and the frequency is reduced, and the hair is thin and the crown is self-biased.

Waste books cherish the eyes, and most of them are cooked with years. Classics are still familiar things, and people are like reading Sichuan.

It's lucky to think about it carefully, but it will succeed next time. Sang Yu is late and full of twilight.

Wujiang river

Song Qingzhao

Living as an outstanding person,

Death is also a ghost.

I still miss Xiang Yu,

Refuse to cross the river east.

Draw chrysanthemums

Zheng Song Xiao Si

It is interesting to hedge when the flowers are not together and independent.

It is better to hold incense in the branches and wait for death than to blow it into the north wind.

Eternal lime

Ming Yuqian

A thousand hammers hit the mountains, and the fire burns casually.

Regardless of all the fragments, we should leave innocence in the world.

Zhu Yong

Zheng Qing Banqiao

Bamboo is not relaxed at all, its roots are firmly embedded in the cracks in the rocks.

After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight.

Du Fu's "Looking at Yue"

What a magnificent scenery 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.

Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, birds fly back and forth before my nervous eyes ... trying to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.

Bai Juyi in Ode to Mujiang

A sunset gradually sank into the river, half green and half green.

The loveliest thing is the ninth day of September. The bright pearl's bright crescent moon is shaped like a bow.

Zhang Xu's Peach Blossom Creek

A high bridge appeared on the clouds and asked the fishing boats in the rocks.

Peach blossoms follow the water all day long, and the mouth of the peach garden is by the stream?

Qingxi wangwei

I have sailed on the river of yellow flowers and been carried by the green stream.

Ten thousand laps around the mountain in less than thirty miles.

The rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but the light dimmed among the dense pine trees.

The surface of an entrance swayed with nut horns, and weeds grew along the river bank.

In my heart, I have always been as pure as this clear water.

Oh, stay on a wide flat rock and cast the fishing line forever! .

Li Shangyin, Storm

Although I have an ambitious heart, and I also have the heroic poem "Bright Sword", it is not the most popular, and I have stayed in this strange place for a long time.

The yellow leaves are withered, the wind and rain are still destroyed, the noble buildings are rich, and the broad masses of people are playing beautiful dances and impatient strings.

New friends are covered with secularism, so old friends are separated by layers.

I shouted for Xinfeng Liquor, and I had Qian Qian's worries.

Li Bai's Into the Wine

Have you seen how the water of the Yellow River flows from the sky to the sea and never returns?

Have you seen the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is still silky black in the morning, it turns 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 can drink and drink endlessly.

Let me sing you a song! Please listen to me.

What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? I hope I will never wake up.

Ancient sober people and sages were 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? , to buy wine, we drink together! .

Five flower horses, Hsi Chin, give them to the boy in exchange for good wine. Whatever you want, sell eternal sorrow.

Author: Zhang Ji

Title: Send Sun Chong's master book.

Content:

Low-priced Cangzhou books, two springs without books.

A horse borrows a colleague, and his wife is afraid of being dismissed and being poor.

Collect leisure medicine on the way out, and write poems about Gao Xiao's old friends.

I also heard the officer play, indicating that the hall was frequently locked.

Year: Tang Dynasty

Author: Zhang Bi

Topic: Answer a friend's new pine tree.

Content:

Shimen has a new green beard, and its body is turning to clouds and light.

Before Wen Jun fell in love with my cliff, ten plants and five plants were cold and frosty.

The old monk in Yuexi scraped the snow, and Zeng Yunting planted his hand on the court.

Thirty years, it has been covered with fire clouds, and the cool wind gave birth to an empty door in May.

May you plant Qingjian Spring with a beautiful face.

□□□□ Easy to open and easy to fall, virginity is still long.

Shan Tong is lazy on the butte, when the window cuts through the screen window, smoke.

Year: Tang Dynasty

Author: Zhang Ben

Topic: hit gold? Ji and Lu

Content:

Cui Yu's red lapels are dotted with colorful clouds, and flying birds often laugh at Bai Ou and his gang.

Who flows into carved gold? From Tan Liwen, Shen Qian.

Year: Tang Dynasty

Author: Liu Jia

Title: Ten Poems of Kunshan in Tang Yuefu

Content:

If you want Baoyu, you can't live in Kunshan.

Now jade is dust, and Kunshan has entered China.

White jade is still like dust, who will love gold and silver?

Year: Tang Dynasty

Author: Zhang Ben

Topic: Occasionally and Pilu wine sickness.

Content:

White woven coconut mats and transparent ice should help Yang Qing solve this problem.

The singing of the two sages is difficult to keep up with, but the voice is broken.

Year: Tang Dynasty

Author: Li Yuan

Title: Prostitute who went to A Zheng to dance lightly.

Content:

There is no kite after gently, and the jade wrist red yarn reaches Wuqing.

The guests were silent, and the geese mourned thirteen times.

Year: Tang Dynasty

Author: Li Yuan

Title: chanting mandarin ducks

Content:

Yuanyang is a parting wound, and people like Yuanyang.

Try to take a mandarin duck and break your intestines.

Year: Tang Dynasty

Author: Liu Yuxi

Title: Send Jing back to the East.

Content:

A novice monk in Tolin Temple liked the poems of gifted scholars at that time.

I went out with the flowing water at the foot of the mountain, but Qiu Lai went to the Baiyun period.

Picking sand vegetables on the beach and stopping to read ancient monuments on the way.

Komatsu thought that there should be eaves and branches when throwing the old house into Zhang Xi.

Year: Tang Dynasty

Author: Wu

Topic: strict payment, see you in Jingnan.

Content:

The Golden Sable has taken over three more houses, and the jade account has sealed Wan Huhou.

The curtain rolled up the Wuxia gorge in Qingshan, and the autumn smoke in Qingshu House opened.

Liu Kun was sitting in Feng Xiao, and Xie Tiao wrote poems all over the place.

Snow can't raise songs, and southern beauty worries about moths.

Year: Tang Dynasty

Author: Wu Rong

Topic: Go to the East, go to the second place.

Content:

Warm smoke and light grass are raining, and the mountains are lined with sunset clouds.

The water is shallow, there are no guests, and trees are even scattered in the garden.

Since I left Canglang, I have been lonely by Chunjiao.

Look back at the Green Gate, I don't know where it is, and I don't want to be with others.

A farmhouse by the Weihe River.

Wang Wei

In the countryside where the sun is setting, cattle and sheep go home along the path. A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy. There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat,

Sleeping silkworms, peeled mulberry leaves. Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially. No wonder I yearned for a simple life and sang "Decline" in disappointment.

the temple of su wu

Wen tingjun

Although our special envoy Su Wu is no longer here,

There are two big trees in this ancient temple.

The geese passing through the clouds are still calling for the moon there.

Ungrazed goats graze along the border.

Modern poetry:

In Biekang Bridge (Xu Zhimo)

I left quietly, just as I came gently; I waved my hand gently and became a cloud in another world.

The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset; Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart.

Green grass on the soft mud, oily, swaying at the bottom of the water; In the gentle waves of He Kanghe River, I would like to be an aquatic plant.

That pool under the shade of elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky; Crushed in floating seaweed, a rainbow-like dream is precipitated.

Looking for dreams? Holding a long pole, slowly trace back to greener grass; Full of starlight, singing in the splendor of starlight.

But I can't sing, it's quietly leaving other voices; Summer insects are also silent for me, silence is Cambridge tonight!

I left quietly, just as I came quietly; I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud.

Bian's "Out of Chapter"

You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery.

The landscape observer is watching you upstairs.

The bright moon decorated your window,

You decorated other people's dreams.

Extract four sentences, exquisite, brief and clear. At first glance, it is not difficult to understand, but after careful consideration, it feels endless. The poet expresses the philosophy that everything in the world is interrelated, balanced, relative and interdependent through simple objects: people, bright moon, windows and dreams.

mistake

Author: Zheng Chouyu

I walked through Jiangnan.

The appearance in the season is like the opening and falling of lotus flowers.

If the east wind does not come, catkins will not fly in March.

Your heart is like a little lonely city.

Like a bluestone street facing the night.

Without a sound, the spring curtain in March can't be lifted.

Your heart is a small closed window.

My dada horseshoe is a beautiful mistake.

I am not a returnee, I am a passer-by. ...

Xi Murong's The Flowering Tree

How to let you meet me

In my most beautiful moment

for this reason

I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.

Pray for Buddha to let us have a dusty relationship.

Buddha made me a tree.

Follow the path you may take.

Under?the?sun

Carefully full of flowers.

Every flower carries my previous hopes.

When you get close,

Listen carefully

Trembling leaves

This is the passion I am waiting for.

When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.

On the ground behind you

My friend,

Not falling petals

But my withered heart.