The compulsory course of People's Education Edition must recite China's ancient poems and their contents.

Senior Chinese requires three compulsory courses and four essential ancient poems;

The necessary ancient poems in compulsory three are: eight poems written by Qiu Xing (part I)-Du Fu, poems dedicated to the monument (part I)-Du Fu, Gao Deng-Du Fu, Pipa-Bai Juyi (when I learned this text last year, the teacher only asked me to recite the second paragraph), Jin Se-Li Shangyin, Ma Su (part II)-

The necessary ancient poems of Compulsory 4 are: Yu Linling-Liu Yong, Nian Nujiao's Red Cliff Nostalgia-Su Shi, Dingfengbo-Su Shi, Shui Longyin's Going to Jiankang Pleasant Pavilion-Xin Qiji, Zuihuayun-Li Qingzhao, Slow Voice-Li Qingzhao.

Ode to the Difficult Road of Shu

Author: Li Bai

Oh, but it's very high and 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 doubt whether this path to the west will never end. It is too steep to climb.

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

When I arrived, I heard cuckoo's melancholy cry again. I was worried about the dangers of the empty mountain and the Shu Road, and it was difficult to get to the sky!

Even hearing it makes your cheeks pale.

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

Flying rapids and waterfalls compete to make noise, slap cliffs and turn stones into mountains and canyons.

You've come a long way at all risks!

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 hungry tigers in the daytime, and there are poisonous reptiles at night. Their teeth and fangs are ready to kill people like hemp.

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

The difficulty of Shu Dao is difficult to go to the sky! Look sideways to the west, it's getting longer.

Eight Poems of Autumn Prosperity (Part One)

Yulu withered maple forest, Wushan Wuxia bleak.

Between the river and the sky, the waves are rough and the clouds are covered with fog.

Cong Ju shed tears the other day. She was alone in the boat.

Cold clothes push knives and rulers everywhere, and Baidicheng is anxious.

Reciting historic sites (3)

Thousands of mountains and valleys are close to Jingmen, and girls grow up in Sri Lanka.

She came out of the purple palace and entered the desert. Now she has become a green grave in the yellow dusk.

Her face! Can you imagine the spring wind? Huan Peikong is the soul of jathyapple.

The Tatar song on her jade guitar tells her eternal sadness.

Climb the peak

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.

Pipa tour (no recitation)

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, and 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 a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her 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, first "Nishang" and then "Six Yao".

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. [Tomb of Frogs (HAMA)]

She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.

Her art even attracted the appreciation of experts, and her beauty attracted the envy of all major dancers.

How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.

The silver comb inlaid with shells was broken by her rhythm, and the bloody skirt was stained with wine.

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.

Lengma was at the door, so at last she gave her wife to a businessman.

Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.

She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and cold water.

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. Translate the travel notes of pipa for you.

... 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.

(Li Shangyin didn't recite two poems, but he will take the exam. Tragedy = = ||| So I'd better recite it. They are really famous. )

Inlaid harp

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.

horsetail

In vain, I heard the legend that overseas Kyushu, the afterlife is unpredictable, and this life will not stop.

When they heard the guards guarding them, they fought swords at night, and there were no more chickens in the palace.

The Sixth Army has agreed that they will all be stationed in Malaysia. On the old Qixi Festival, we also laughed at the Weaver Girl.

How did I spend the fourth period? I was an emperor, but not a son-in-law. I was with Mochow at night.

I'm interested in my country (our teacher asked me to recite the whole article)

Liang Huiwang said: "I am for my country, and I am dedicated to my country (1). If Hanoi is fierce, move its people to Hedong and move its millet to Hanoi; Hedong Athens (3). People who observe the politics of neighboring countries have no intention like me. There are not many people in neighboring countries (4), and there are not many people in China. Why? "

Mencius said to him, "The king is belligerent. Please use the analogy of war. Drum filling, weapon company, abandoning armor and dragging troops away (6). Or stop after a hundred steps, or stop after fifty steps. (7) What about pot calling the kettle black? "

Say, "no! Straight (zhǐ) is not a hundred steps, but it is also (8). "

Yue: "If Wang knew this, there would be no hope of more people than neighboring countries (9)."

"If you don't go against the farming season, the valley can't take food; If the number (ù) does not enter the pool (wū), the fish and turtles will not be able to eat; Axe gold gets into the mountain in time, and mywood can't be used. Valley and fish turtles can't be eaten, and wood and wood can't be used, which makes people lose their lives (sāng) and die without regret. Keeping in good health and dying without regret is the beginning of kingly way. ( 10)

Five acres of houses, the trees are mulberry trees, and fifty people can wear clothes. Chickens, dolphins and dogs () and livestock () can eat meat for 70 people without wasting time. A hundred acres of land, if you don't hurry, a family of several can be hungry; I respect the teaching of Preface very much and apply it in the sense of filial piety. White prizes will not be placed on the road. Old people eat meat, dress and silk, while Li people are neither hungry nor cold. However, the people who are not there are not. "( 1 1)

"Dogs eat people's food and don't know it, but they don't know it when they are coated with skin O. When people die, they say,' It's not me, it's old'." Why is it different from stabbing and killing people? Say,' If it's not me, it's a soldier? The king is innocent, and the people in the world are heavy. ( 12)"

Persuade to learn (excerpt from the whole back)

Mr. Wang said: I can't learn. Green is taken from blue, and green is blue; Ice, water, but colder than water. The wood is straight in the middle of the rope, the bridle (róu) is a wheel, and its curve is in the middle of the gauge. Although there is a storm, those who don't stand up will be forced to do so. 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.

So, if you don't climb the mountain, you don't know the height of the sky. Don't face the deep stream, I don't know the thickness of the ground; You didn't know the greatness of learning until you heard the last words of the late king. The sons of Gan, Yue, Yi and Xun are born with the same voice, long and different, and naturally teach them. The poem says, "Dear Sir, there is no constant rest. Jing * * *, good is integrity. Listen to God and you will be blessed. " God is greater than Tao, and joy is greater than harmlessness.

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. Climb a trick, the arm does not lengthen, 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. A gentleman's life (xìng) is the same, and goodness is illusory.

On Qin (to be recited below)

When Emperor Fen VI was fierce, he made a long-term plan to conquer the palace, swallowed the princes who died within two weeks, followed the supreme rule, and made Liuhe, whipping the world by beating and shocking the world. Take the land of Baiyue in the south as Guilin and Xiang Jun; Baiyue Wang bowed his head and tightened his neck, appointing officials. Is to let Meng Tian build the Great Wall in the north and keep the fence. The Huns are only more than 700 miles away; The conference semifinals dare not go south to herd horses, and the scholars dare not bow to their knees. So let's abolish Wang Zhidao and burn the words of a hundred schools of thought. Famous city, killing heroes; Take the soldiers of the world, gather in Xianyang, sell dysprosium, and cast them into twelve gold people to weaken the people of the world. Then, Jianhua will become a city, because the river is a pool. According to the city of 100 million feet, it will be strong because of the unexpected abyss. A good general will guard the key points with a strong crossbow, and a loyal minister will be Chen Libing. The world is set, and the emperor's heart begins, thinking that Guanzhong is solid, Jincheng is thousands of miles away, and the descendants of the emperor will always have a career.

I have been shocked by this unusual custom since the first emperor died. However, Chen She's son, the son of rope pivot, is a self-protection official, and immigrants also; Talent is not as good as a middleman, not a sage of Zhong Ni and Mo Zhai (dí), not the wealth of Tao Zhu and Yidun; Wandering among the ranks, squatting in the hustle and bustle, the rate of exhaustion of soldiers, hundreds of people, turned to attack Qin; Chop firewood for soldiers, uncover poles for flags, and the world will gather to respond, and seize grain with the scenery. Shandong Haojun rose together and Qin family died.

Moreover, the world is not small and weak, and Yongzhou is solid and self-sufficient. Chen She's position is not respected by Qi, Chu, Yan, Zhao, Han, Wei, Song, Wei and Zhongshan. It is not the same as the long shovel and hoe thorn of the hook; The people stationed in the garrison are not resistant to the division of the nine countries; Visionary, marching with troops, not for the people of the times. However, success and failure are different, and achievements are the opposite. Try to make Lu and Chen She bigger and bigger, and we can't talk about it in the same year. Qin, however, is a mere place, but it has become a thousand times more powerful, with eight countries in the same column, which has been more than a hundred years. Then take Liuhe as home and faith as palace; Water under the bridge, but difficult to be alone. Benevolence and kindness are not applied, and the tendency to attack and defend is different.

These two words are ambiguous = = Do you remember them or not? Our teacher said you didn't have to, but you passed the exam ... ahem, is it important to memorize it?

What's "sentimental" is more comparable since ancient times, and it's cold in the clear autumn festival! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Even if there are thousands of customs in Qian Qian, who should I talk to? " )

Tidal bore watching

Southeast shape wins, Sanwu city, Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times. Smoke willow painting bridge, wind curtain and green curtain, interlaced with 100 thousand people. Clouds and trees surround the dike sand, the raging waves roll frost and snow, and the natural hazards (qiàn) are endless. The city is full of jewels, and every household in Luo Qi is competing for beauty.

Thick lakes overlap in Ting Anne, Sanqiu cinnamon and Shili Lotus. Qiang Guan Qing, full night, lotus blossoms. Riding a thousand times with high teeth, listening to flutes and drums and enjoying the haze. The map of the future will be good. I will go back to Fengchi to boast.

A bell ringing in the rain

The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking about it, thousands of miles of smoke and waves, and the twilight is heavy (chén).

Since ancient times, the most sad thing for sentimental people is to leave, not to mention the bleak autumn, how can they stand the sadness. Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together?

Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia

The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever. To the west of the old camp, people say it's the War of the Three Kingdoms, Battle of Red Cliffs. 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. A white figure with a feather fan came face to face, and while talking and laughing, the enemy warships burned to ashes. I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely. The world is like a dream, a statue is still on the moon.

Calm the storm (don't listen to the sound of knocking leaves through the forest)

Don't pay attention to the beating rain in the forest. Mei sings a long whistle and walks leisurely. Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life.

The coolness of spring breeze awakens my wine, and the cold begins to be cold, and the peak of the sun is the sun, but it is satisfied in time. Looking back at the place where I met the wind and rain, going back, for me, there is no wind and rain, but it is still sunny.

Shui long yin Deng healthy Yangxin ge

In autumn, the south is empty and desolate, the river flows with the sky, and autumn is even more boundless. Looking at the distance, I offer my sorrow for hate, and my hairpin is a bun (j √). The sun in the west leans against this floor, and geese are barking in the distant sky. I am wandering in the south of the Yangtze River, homesick for a wanderer. I saw Wu Gou and patted the railing. No one would come to the board meeting.

Don't say chop up the perch to cook delicious food. When the west wind blows it, I wonder if that one has come back? People like Xu Si who only buy land for themselves should be ashamed to see Liu Bei who is brilliant and complete in these two aspects. Unfortunately, time passes like running water. I'm really worried about the country's ups and downs. As Huan Wen said, the trees have grown so much! I beg someone to invite those girls who sing in red and green to wipe away the tears of the hero's frustration for me!

Gu Bei Pavilion in Jingkou, Yongyule, Nostalgia for the Song Dynasty.

It is difficult to find a hero like Sun Quan after the history of the country. The stage of xiè Dance Pavilion is always romantic and stormy. 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. Looking back, how powerful he was when he led the Northern Expedition and recovered lost ground!

Yuanjia sealed the wolf in Xu (xū) and won the northern territory. I have been back to the south for forty-three years, and I still remember the war scenes in Yangzhou. Looking back, there is a crow club drum under the Buddha (b √) and the raccoon (l √) shrine (c √)! Who will ask, how is Lian Po's appetite when he is old?

It seems that's all.

But in fact, Li Qingzhao's two sentences are famous Who knows if he will take the exam?

Drunk flowers and shadows (thick fog and eternal sorrow)

The fog is thick and the clouds are light, and it will always be sad. The brain sells golden beasts. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night.

Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Mo Tao doesn't forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

Slow voice

Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses of light wine, how can you beat him? It's too late in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.

Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can you be black alone! Indus is drizzling, and at dusk, it is falling. This time, what a sad sentence!

It's hard, LZ will give you some points.