Kneel for all the ancient poems inside and outside the Chinese textbook of the second grade (eighth grade) People's Education Edition!

1 The grandeur of Mount Tai in Wang Yue! ? 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. There are clouds in my chest, and birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes ... trying to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.

Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers last forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back. 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. I stroke my white hair. It has become so thin that it can no longer hold hairpins.

3 the official of the stone trench threw himself into the stone trench 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. Grandma didn't go and didn't get dressed. 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.

4 returning to the garden to plant beans at the foot of Nanshan, the grass is covered with bean seedlings. In the morning, I will deal with garbage and dirt and take the lotus home. The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes. I'm naked, but I don't want to.

5 It's another 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. Xiaoguan rides (Jiì) every time, and he is protected by Yan (yān).

Sail from Jingmen Ferry and bid farewell to your friends at Jingmen Ferry. Soon you will be with southerners. 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.

7 climb to the east of Dongjiang River in Dongting of Yueyang Tower, and the curtain is quiet and the sunset is late. Deng Wu and Shu divided the land horizontally and migrated the lakes and mountains to dusk. Wan Li road is still long, but it is more difficult than three years. Hanging the ancient wind and frost, the old wood is infinitely sad.

In the long song line, sunflowers are in the green garden, and the morning dew is waiting for the sun. In spring, Budze, everything is brilliant. I am always afraid that when the cold autumn comes, the trees in Ye Er will turn yellow and the grass will wither. A hundred rivers go east to the sea, when will they return to the west? A lazy youth, a lousy age.

9 wild hope, the hope of Gao Dong's twilight, what does the migration depend on? 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.

At 10, there is a wild goose on the early cold river. The water in the south is cold and there is 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.

1 1 A letter from Dongting Lake to Premier Zhang is too vague in the August lake here. 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.

12 Yellow Crane Tower A long time ago, a yellow crane carried a saint to heaven, and 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 at my hometown, and the twilight was getting thicker, and the mist of sadness was filled on the river waves.

13 Farewell to the mountains in the north and the waters in the east. 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.

14 Autumn Ci has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is not as good as 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.

15 Lushan Mountain is in Shan Ye, and 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.

16 Huanxisha Tour Qingquan Temple, the temple is near Lanxi, and the stream flows west. Under the mountain, the blue buds are short immersed in the stream, and the sand road between the pines is clean and mud-free. At dusk, the rain is whispering. 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!

17 1 1 4/month, the storm was blowing hard, and the lonely village did not feel sorry for itself, but still wanted to defend the country. Lying at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream.