What are the extracurricular ancient texts that senior high school Chinese must recite?

Chinese recitation and dictation in the college entrance examination

(1) ancient prose (11 articles)

1 "Encouraging Learning" by Xunzi

2 "On the Qin Dynasty" by Jia Yi

3 "On Teachers" by Han Yu

4 "On the Epang Palace" by Du Mu

5 "On the Six Kingdoms". Su Shi

9 Li Sao Qu Yuan

1 Preface to Teng Wangge (Tang Dynasty) Wang Bo

11 Biography of Qu Yuan Historical Records

(2) Poems and songs (35 songs)

1 Meng and The Book of Songs

Autumn lasts for a long time.

Take a ride over the cliff to look forward to the re-entry. If you don't see the re-entry, you will weep and weep. If you see the re-entry, you will laugh and say something. If you don't blame yourself, you will bribe me to move.

If Sang doesn't fall, his leaves will flourish. I am a woman, and I have nothing to worry about! You can still say that a scholar is worried. You can't say that a woman is worried!

When the mulberry falls, it is yellow, but it falls. I feel sorry for myself. When I was three years old, I ate poor food. I began to drink water and soup. When I was young, I was not happy. I did what I did. When I was three years old, I was a woman, and I was tired. When I stayed up all night, I was tired. As for violence, what I said was done.

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Cao Cao

! For example, morning dew, going to Japan is much more painful. Be generous and worry is unforgettable. How can you relieve your worries? Du Kang is the only one.

A green lady is lingering in my heart. But I have pondered it so far for your sake. Yo, yo, Luming Literature, the apple of the wild. I have a guest, blowing sheng.

It's as clear as the moon. When can I forget it? Worry comes from it, and you can't stop it. The more you cross the street, the more you waste it. Talk about it, the more you cherish the old gratitude.

There are few stars in the moon, and the blackbirds fly south. What can you rely on when you make three turns around the tree? The mountains are never too high, and the sea is never too deep. The Duke of Zhou vomits and feeds, and the world returns to his heart.

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Tao Yuanming's Return to the Garden Home is less and less vulgar, and his nature loves the hills. After falling into the dust net by mistake, he has been in love with the old forest for 3 years. He misses the old forest and misses the fish in the pond. He has opened up wasteland in the south and returned to the garden. There are more than ten acres of square houses and eight grass houses. I have more leisure in the empty room. After a long time in the cage, I am back to nature.

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The peacocks fly to the southeast in the Han Yuefu, and the bride wears strict makeup. I embroider a skirt and everything is smooth. My feet are crawling, my head is shiny, my waist is flowing and my ears are full of bright moon. I've learned no lesson, and I'm ashamed of your family. I'm driven by my mother's rich money. I'm going home today, thinking of my mother and working at home. "But I said goodbye to my sister-in-law, and tears fell down my eyes." When the bride first came, my sister-in-law began to help her bed; Today, I was banished, and my sister-in-law is as long as me. I am diligent in raising my husband, so I can help myself. On the seventh and ninth days of the seventh day, I don't forget each other when I play. "When I went out to board the bus, I shed tears for more than a hundred lines.

The official horse was in front, and the bride's car was behind, and I was faint at the entrance of the meeting. I dismounted and bowed my head and whispered," I will never be apart. " I'm going to the mansion now, and I'll return it soon, and I swear that the sky will not be negative! "

The bride refers to the official: "I feel sorry for you! If you see the record, I hope you will come soon. You are a rock, and my concubine is a Pu Wei, and the Pu Wei is as silky as silk. The rock has not moved. I have my own father and brother, and I am afraid that I will not do what I want. "Raise your hand and work hard, and the two feelings are the same.

5" an autumn evening in the mountains "Wang Wei

after rain the empty mountain, stands autumnal in the evening moonlight in its groves of pine. But Yueh people talk about Heavenly Mother Mountain, the clouds are fading or visible. in a straight line to heaven, its summit enters heaven, tops the five Holy Peaks, and casts a shadow through China, Tiantai, 18, feet, which, just at this point, begins turning southeast.

my heart and my dreams are in Wu and Yueh, flying over the mirror lake and the moon overnight. and the moon lights my shadow, and me to Yan River, with the hermitage of Xie still there, splashing in the water, singing monkeys, stepping on the green ladder. Half of them see the sea and the sun, and the chickens are heard in the air. Thousands of rocks are uncertain and fascinated. Startle the forest and make the heights tremble, clouds darken with darkness of rain, streams pale with pallor of mist, the Gods of Thunder and Lightning, the hills and mountains collapsed, the caves and the stone gates, venting in the pit of heaven, an impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and moon illumine a gold and silver terrace, and, clad in rainbow garments, riding on the wind, and the king of the clouds came down one after another. The tiger drums and the dragons entered the car, and the immortals were like hemp. Suddenly, their souls trembled and they woke up suddenly. Only when they felt the pillow, they lost their usual haze.

The world went on. But let me, on my green slope, raise a white deer, and ride to you, great mountain, when I have need of you oh, how can I gravely bow and scrape to men of high rank and men of high office, who never will suffer being shown an honest-hearted face!

7 Li Bai

You don't see how the Yellow River's waters move out of heaven and entering the ocean, never to return. You don't see how lovely locks in bright mirrors in high chambers, though silken-black at morning, have changed by night to snow, oh, let a man of spirit venture where he pleases, and never tip his golden cup empty toward the moon!, since heaven gave the talent, let it be employed! and spin a thousand pieces of silver, all of them come back!. Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle is fun, and you have to drink 3 cups at a time. Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, you are going to drink wine, so don't stop drinking. Please listen to a song with Jun: bells and drums. I wish I would never wake up after being drunk for a long time. sober men of olden days and sages are forgotten, and only the great drinkers are famous for all time prince Chen paid at a banquet in the Palace of Perfection, ten thousand coins for a cask of wine, with many a laugh and quip why say, my host, that your money is gone?, go and buy wine and we'll drink it together!, Wu Hua Ma, Qian Jin Qiu, hand them to the boy to exchange for good wine, all of whom share the same sorrow.

8 "a night abroad" Du Fu

breezes on the shore, and walks alone at night in danger. The stars are hanging flat and the fields are wide, and the moon is surging. The official should write a famous article. But a sand-snipe in the wide, wide world!.

9 Ascending the Mountain Du Fu

in a sharp gale from the wide sky apes are whimpering, birds are flying homeward over the clear lake and white sand leaves are dropping down like the spray of a waterfall, while I watch the long river always rolling on.

Wan Li is a long-time guest in the autumn, and with my hundred years of woe, I climb this height alone ill fortune has laid a bitter frost on my temples, and the newly stopped turbid wine glass is poor.

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A military vehicle, Du Fu, Ma Xiaoxiao, and pedestrians' bows and arrows are all there. Till dust shall have buried the bridge beyond Chang'an, they run with you, crying, they tug at your sleeves, and the sound of their sorrow goes up to the clouds.

and every time a bystander asks you a question, you can only say to him that you have to go, we remember others at fifteen sent north to guard the river, and at forty sent west to cultivate the campfarms, the mayor wound their turbans for them when they started out, returned to defend the frontier with their heads white. The frontier court bled into sea water, and the Emperor Wu did not want to open the frontier. You did not hear about the Han family's 2 States in Shandong, and thousands of villages were full of beautiful scenery.

11 "Autumn Ci" Liu Yuxi

(1) Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. I say that autumn is better than spring. A crane in the clear sky clouds, which brings poetry to the blue sky.

(2) The clear mountains and clear waters bring frost at night, and the trees are dark red and light yellow. If you try to get to the bone on a tall building, you will know that spring is crazy.

12 Pipa Trip, Bai Juyi

I was bidding a guest farewell, at night on the Xunyang River, where maple-leaves and full-grown rushes rustled in the autumn I, the host, had dismounted, my guest had boarded his boat,. Host forgot to turn back home, and guest to go his way.

we followed where the melody led and asked the player's name, the sound broke off...then reluctantly she answered, we moved our boat near hers, invited her to join us, summoned more wine and lanterns to recommence our banquet, yet we called and urged a thousand times before she started toward us, still hiding half her face from us behind her guitar, ...She turned the tuning-pegs and tested several strings, before the tune was finished, there was love. The strings suppressed the sound and thought, as if they were frustrated in their lives. They continued to play the letter with low eyebrows, telling all the infinite things in their hearts. They were slowly twisted and picked up, starting with Six Yao after Nishang. The big strings were noisy like rain. The small strings whispered like a secret hummed, whispered-and then were intermingled, like a pouring of large and small pearls into a plate of jade. The flower bottom of Guan Ying is slippery, but it is difficult to flow under the ice in the throat spring. The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the condensate never stops. into a depth of sorrow and concealment of lament, told even more in silence than they had told in sound a silver vase abruptly broke with a gush of water; And, before she laid her pick down, she ended with one stroke, and all four strings made one sound, as of rending silk, there was quiet in the east boat and quiet in the west, and we saw the white autumnal moon enter the river's heart.

In meditation, she rose and smoothed her clothing and, formal, courteous, told us how she had spent her girlhood at the capital, living in her parents' house under the Mount of Toads and and had mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen belong to the first part of the teaching workshop. The song "Ba" was once taught to be talented and made up to be envied by Qiu Nian. The young people in Wuling struggled to tie their heads, and there were countless songs. The silver grate on the head was broken. Autumn moons and spring winds had passed without her heeding, till first her brother left for the war, and then her aunt died, and evenings went and evenings came, and her beauty faded, left the pommel horse in the cold in front of the door, so that finally she gave herself as wife to a merchant, who, prizing money first, careless how he left her, had gone, a month before, to Fuliang to buy tea, and she had been tending an empty boat at the river's mouth, no company but the bright moon and the cold water. In the middle of the night, I suddenly dreamed of my youth, and my eyes were red with tears.

I heard the pipa sigh, and I heard the words chirp again. We are both reduced people in the world. Why did we ever meet? I came, a year ago, away from the capital, and am now a sick exile here in Jiujiang, and so remote is Jiujiang that I have heard no music, neither string nor bamboo, for a whole year. Living near the overflow river with low humidity, with bitter reeds and yellowed rushes all about the house, and what is to be heard here, morning and evening?? The bleeding cry of cuckoos, the whimpering of apes on flowery spring mornings and moonlit autumn nights, I have often taken wine up and drunk it all alone of course there are the mountain songs and the village pipes? But they are crude and-strident, and grate on my ears and tonight, when I heard you playing your guitar, I felt as if my hearing were bright with fairymusic do not leave us. Come, sit down. Play for us again., and I will write a long song concerning a guitar..

...Moved by what I said, she stood there for a moment, then sat again to her strings-and they sounded even sadder although the tunes were different from those she had played before, all the seats were full of tears. Who cried the most in the seat, Jiangzhou Sima's blue shirt was wet.

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Li He

Wu Sishu Tong Zhang Gaoqiu, the empty mountain was frozen. Li Ping plays with China. The phoenix cries when the jade is broken in Kunshan, and the lotus weeps and dew the fragrant orchid smiles.

The twelve gates melt with cold light, and the twenty-three threads move the purple emperor. The place where Nu Wa refines the stone to make up the sky makes the autumn rain rock-shattering. In the dream, the old fish dances with waves and thin dumplings.

Wu Zhi sleeps on the laurel tree. No one knew it was litchi.

15 Jinse Li Shangyin

I wonder why my inlaid harp has fifty strings, each with its flower-like fret an interval of youth, the sage Chuangzi is day-dreaming, bewitched by butterflies, the spring-heart of Emperor Wang is crying in a cuckoo.

mermen weep their pearly tears down a moon-green sea, blue fields are breathing their jade to the sun, and a moment that ought to have lasted for ever, has come and gone before I knew.

16 Yulinling Liu Yong

was cold and mournful, and he was late for the pavilion, and the shower began to rest. Doumenzhang had no mood to drink. Lan Zhou urged her to send her hair. She held her hand and looked at her with tears, but she was speechless and choked. When she thought about it, it was a thousand miles away, and the dusk was heavy.

Affectionate feelings have hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even worse to neglect the Clear Autumn Festival! Who knows where I am when I sober tonight? Yang Liuan's winds are waning. Over the years, it should be a good time and a good scene in name only. Even though there are thousands of customs, who can you tell?

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Wang Anshi's "Fragrant Cinnamon" came to see him off. It was late autumn in the old country, and the weather was early. Thousands of miles of rivers were like training, and green peaks were like clusters. Sailing to the setting sun, the west wind was on the back, and the wine flags were leaning. The colorful boats were pale, and the herons in the Milky Way rose, making it difficult to draw.

Thinking about the past, it was a bustling competition. The legacy of the backyard.

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Su Shi, river of no return, is a romantic figure through the ages. To the west of his hometown, humanity is that the Red Cliff in Zhou Lang, the Three Kingdoms, is littered with rocks and waves, rolling up thousands of piles of snow. The mountains and rivers are picturesque, and there are many heroes at one time.

Think back to Gong Jin, when Xiao Qiao first got married, and he was magnificent. Life is like a dream, and one bottle is like a moon.

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On March 7th, Su Shi was caught in the rain in Shahu Road. The rain gear went first, and all his colleagues were in a mess, but I didn't realize it. It was fine, so I pretended to say this.

Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest, why not sing and be Xu? A faint mist and rain will last a lifetime.

The chilly spring breeze wakes me up, but it's slightly cold, but the hills are slanting. Looking back, there is no wind, rain or sunny when I go home.

2 "A Cut of Plums" by Li Qingzhao

The lotus roots are fragrant, and the jade is lingering for a long time. I'm relieved of Luo Shang, and I'm alone on the blue boat. Who sent it in the clouds? But I went to my heart.

21 "The Sound is Slow" Li Qingzhao

searched for it, and it was cold and desolate. When it was warm and cold at first, it was the most difficult to stop. How could it be worse than him coming late and rushing! The wild goose is sad, but it's an old acquaintance.

Yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, gaunt and damaged. Who can pick them now? Watching the window, how can you be black alone! The phoenix tree is drizzling, and it is dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad word!

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Lu You in Book Anger knew that the world was difficult at an early age, and the north of the Central Plains looked like a mountain of gas. The boat was snowing at night, and the iron horse was crossing the customs in the autumn wind.

I was stuck in the Great Wall, and my temples had already faded in the mirror.

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Xin Qiji, a poet in Beigu Pavilion at Jingkou, has never found a place in Sun Zhongmou. Dancing in pavilions and singing platforms, the wind and rain always blow away the romantic atmosphere. Grass trees in the setting sun, ordinary lanes, and humanitarian slaves used to live there. Back in those days, Jin Ge's iron horse swallowed Wan Li like a tiger.

Yuan Jia's grass and grass sealed the wolf to live in Xuxu, winning Cang. Who can ask: Lian Po is too old to eat?

24 "Yangzhou Slow" Jiang Kui

Chunxi Bingshen arrived in Japan, and he was praised. The night snow began to fall, and the wheat was looking forward to it. When he entered his city, he looked around for depression, the cold water was blue, and the twilight was gradually rising, and he was sorrowful. He felt sad and sad, because of the past and the present. I'm still tired of talking about soldiers. At dusk, it's all in an empty city. Du Lang's reward is so heavy that I have to be surprised now. It's hard to give deep affection to the cardamom ci-workers. The 24 th Bridge is still there, and Leng Yue is silent. If you read the red medicine by the bridge, you will know who to live for every year!

25 "Dou E Yuan" Guan Hanqing

The rolling hydrangea hangs in the sun and the moon, and ghosts and gods hold the right of life and death. Heaven and earth only distinguish between the clear and the turbid, so how can it happen? Yan Yuan: The poor who are good have a shorter life, and the evil ones enjoy a longer life. Heaven and earth are also afraid of hard bullying, but Yuan Yuan Yuan also pushes the boat with the current. You don't care about the land. Alas, there are only two tears.

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Far away Altair (2), Jiaojiao Hehan.