Which Chinese poems are required to be recited in the outline of the 211 college entrance examination (new curriculum standard)? Why is there no Chen Qingbiao?

2. Jia Jian (The Book of Songs)

3. Mang (The Book of Songs)

4. Li Sao (Excerpt) (Qu Yuan . I heard that Wang Changling moved to Longbiaoyao to the left with this message (Li Bai)

11. it is hard to go (pure wine costs, for the golden cup, ten thousand coppers a flagon) (Li Bai)

12. Difficult Road to Shu (Li Bai)

13. Looking at Yue (Du Fu)

14. Looking at Spring (Du Fu) < See you at the first dinner in Yangzhou (Liu Yuxi)

19. Spring Trip to Qiantang Lake (Bai Juyi)

2. Mowing Wheat (Bai Juyi)

21. Pipa Trip (Bai Juyi)

22. Yanmen Taishouxing )

27. Jinse (Li Shangyin)

28. Seeing each other (going to the West Building alone without words) (Li Yu)

29. Yu Meiren (when is the autumn moon in spring) (Li Yu)

3. Fisherman's Pride (Qiu Lai has different scenery). Nostalgia at Red Cliff (river of no return) (Su Shi)

36. Traveling to Shanxi Village (Lu You)

37. Breaking the ranks (looking at the sword while drunk) (Xin Qiji)

38. Jingkou Beigu Pavilion Nostalgia for the Past (through the ages) (Xin Qiji)

39. Crossing Dingyang (Wen Tianxiang)

4. Tianjingsha. Qiu Si (Ma Zhiyuan)

41. Goat. Tongguan Nostalgia (Zhang Yanghao)

42. Jihai Miscellaneous Poems (Disturbing from Sorrow) (Gong Zizhen)

1. Guanju (The Book of Songs)

Guanju dove is in the river continent.

a gentle and graceful lady is a gentle and graceful gentleman.

ragged shepherd's purse flows from left to right.

my fair lady, please ask for it.

I'd love to.

leisurely, tossing and turning.

pick the ragged shepherd's purse from left to right.

my fair lady is my friend.

ragged shepherd's purse, left and right.

my fair lady, the bells and drums make her happy.

2. The Book of Songs

The white dew is frost.

The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side.

Going back and forth, the road is blocked and long.

swim upstream from it and swim in the middle of the water.

Jian Jian is growing, and the white dew is still fresh.

the so-called Iraqis are in the water.

if you go back and follow it, the road will be blocked and broken [ji].

swim from it, and swim in the water [chi].

the dew is not yet in the harvest.

the so-called Iraqis are in the water [si].

if you go back and follow it, the road is blocked and right.

swim upstream from it and swim in the water [zhi].

3. "Meng" (The Book of Songs)

Meng's flies are covered with silk.

when bandits come to trade silk, they will seek for me.

As for Dunqiu, sending a son involves Qi.

when I was robbed, my son had no good media.

there is no anger in the generals, and autumn lasts for a period.

take the other side of the cliff in order to return to the customs.

I didn't see the re-entry, and I cried.

seeing the resumption of GATT, you are full of laughter and words.

I'm sorry, but I'm not to blame.

come with your car and bribe me to move.

before the mulberry falls, its leaves will flourish.

I'm too tired to eat mulberries;

there is nothing to worry about when you are a girl.

it's fair to say that a scholar is worried;

you can't say anything about a woman's anxiety.

when the mulberry falls, it will be yellow and fall.

self-conceited, poor at the age of three.

make soup with water, and gradually hang the clothes.

women are not happy either, and scholars do their best.

a scholar is also extremely incompetent, and his virtue is two or three.

being a woman at the age of three is exhausting;

I'm always awake at night, and I'm afraid I'll go to court.

what you say is done, but as for violence.

I don't know, brother. I'm laughing.

if you think about it quietly, you will bow down and mourn yourself.

growing old with you always makes me complain.

qi has a shore, while Ji has a pan.

the banquet of the general angle is a joke.

make a vow, but don't think about it.

it's no use thinking!

4. "Li Sao" (excerpt) (Qu Yuan)

I take a long breath to hide my tears and mourn the hardships of people's lives;

although I am good at mending my clothes, I am embarrassed by [6], and I am eager to replace them in the evening;

it is not only a pity for me, but also a pity for me;

I'm also kind in my heart. Although I died nine times, I didn't regret it.

Many women are ill with moths and eyebrows, and it is rumored that they are good at lewdness;

it's clever to keep up with the times and customs, and correct mistakes by breaking the rules;

recite the rope and ink to chase the song, and compete for the week;

[7] Yu Yi Yu [8] Xi Xi, I am alone in poverty at this time;

Ning Yan died in exile, but I can't bear to be like this;

birds of prey are not gregarious, but they are from past lives.

where is the ability to be happy, and where is the husband?

I'm bent over my heart, but I'm restrained, and I'm especially forbearing and angry;

hide the innocence and be honest with death, so as to strengthen the former sacred place.

if you regret not observing the truth, it will be against you to delay;

go back to my car to get back to the road, and the trip is not far away;

after the rest of the step, the horse is in LAN Gao Xi, and the pepper hill is not stopped;

If I can't get in, I'll leave you. If I return, I'll take my first clothes again.

making lotus flowers is thought to be clothes, and gathering hibiscus flowers is thought to be clothes;

I don't know that he is already happy, but I am grateful to him.

the high crown is precarious, and the long crown is far away;

fragrance and lustre are mixed, but they are not lost.

if you look back suddenly, you will look at the four wastes;

Pei is colorful and colorful, and Fang Feifei is a badge;

people's livelihood is different, and I am accustomed to being independent.

although the physical understanding of me has not changed, how can I be punished with my heart?

5. Watching the Sea (Cao Cao

Jieshi is in the east to see the sea.

where there is water, there are mountains and islands.

there are many trees and plenty of herbs.

the autumn wind is bleak and the waves are surging.

the trip to the sun and the moon, if out of it;

if the star is brilliant, it will come out of it.

fortunately, even! Song to chant ambition

6. Drinking (build house is in the human realm) (Tao Yuanming)

build house is in the human realm, but there are no horses and chariots.

what can you do? The heart is far from self-centered.

under the east fence of picking chrysanthemums, you can see Nanshan leisurely.

the weather is getting better every day, and the birds are returning.

there is a real meaning in this, and I have forgotten to say it if I want to distinguish it.

7. farewell to vice-prefect du setting out for his official post in shu (Wang Bo

by this wall that surrounds the three Qin districts,

through a mist that makes five rivers one.

we bid each other a sad farewell,

we two officials going opposite ways.

and yet, while China holds our friendship,

and heaven remains our neighbourhood.

why should you linger at the fork of the road,

The children * * * are wearing towels.

8. a mooring under north fort hill (Wang Wan)

under blue mountains we wound our way ②, my boat and I, along green water.

loss of both sides of tidal flat ③, with no wind stirring my lone sail ④.

...Night now yields to a sea of sun ⑤, and the old year melts in freshets ⑤.

at last I can send my messengers and wildgeese, homing to Loyang ⑦.

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collect the wild goose from Hansai and return it to Hu Tian.

the desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen.

Xiao Guan chose to wait for a ride, and all of them were guarded by Yan Ran.

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I heard that Wang Changling moved to Longbiaoyao to send this message (Li Bai)

Yang Hua (④) cried all the rules, and

Wen Daolong crossed the Five Rivers (⑥).

I'm worried about the bright moon,

I'm going with the wind to the west of Yelang

11. it is hard to go (pure wine costs, for the golden cup, ten thousand coppers a flagon) (Li Bai)

pure wine costs, for the golden cup, ten thousand coppers a flagon, the jade plate is rich.

I fling aside my food-sticks and cup, I cannot eat nor drink, I pull out my dagger, I peer four ways in vain.

I would cross the Yellow River, but ice chokes the ferry, the Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow.

I would sit and poise a fishing-pole, lazy by a brook, but I suddenly dream of riding a boat, sailing for the sun.

it is hard to go, it is hard to go, many roads, where is Ann now?

I will mount a long wind some day and break the heavy waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea

12. Difficulties in Shu Dao (Li Bai)

Eww! The danger is high! It's hard to get through the Shu Road, but it's hard to get into the sky. Until two rulers of this region, pushed their way through in the misty ages! Forty-eight thousand years had passed, don't talk to Qin Sai. And the Great White Mountain, westward, still has only a bird's path, up to the summit of Emei Peak. Which was broken once by an earthquake and there were brave men lost, and then the ladder stone stack is hooked. High, as on a tall flag, six dragons drive the sun, while the river, far below, lashes its twisted course. Such height would be hard going for even a yellow crane, so pity the poor monkeys who have only paws to use. The Mountain of Green Clay is formed of many circles! Each hundred steps, we have to turn nine turns among its mound. Panting, we brush Orion and pass the Well Star, then, holding our chests with our hands and sinking to the ground with a groan.

we wonder if this westward trail will never have an end, the formidable path ahead grows darker, darker still. With nothing heard but the call of birds hemmed in by the ancient forest, male birds smoothly wheeling, following the females. Jathyapple, and there come to us the melancholy voices of the cuckoos, sorrow empty mountain. The difficulty of Shu Dao is difficult to go to the sky! Even to hear of it turns the cheek pale. With the highest crag barely a foot below heaven, dry pines hang, head down, from the face of the cliffs. And a thousand plunging cataracts outroar one another, and send through ten thousand valleys a thunder of spinning stones. With all this danger upon danger, why did you come from afar?

though Dagger-Tower Pass be firm and grim, and while one man guards it and ten thousand cannot force it. What if he be not loyal, but a wolf toward his fellows?. There are ravenous tigers to fear in the day, and venomous reptiles in the night. With their teeth and their fangs ready, killing people like hemp. Though the City of Silk be delectable, I would rather turn home quickly. The difficulty of the Shu road is difficult to get to the sky, and it is difficult to look sideways at the west for a long time.

Li Bai (71-762), born in Chengji, Longxi (present-day Qin Andong, Gansu), was born in Taibai, the grandson of the ninth king of Liang Wuzhao. Or Shandong people, or Shu people. White has few talents, ambitious, and has a transcendent heart.

13. Looking at Yue (Du Fu

How about Zongfu? Out of Qilu, still visible the green peak. Magic natural convergence of thousands of beautiful, the south of the mountains north of the separation between early morning and dusk. Colorful clouds lave? my bosom free and easy, and the birds fly back and forth before my strained eye.. Try to ascend the mountain's crest: It dwarfs all peaks under our feet.

14. A Dream of Spring (Du Fu)

though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure,

and spring comes green again to trees and grasses.

where petals have been shed like tears,

and lonely birds have sung their grief.

after the war-fires of three months,

one message from home is worth a ton of gold.

I stroke my white hair. It has grown too thin,

to hold the hairpins any more.

15. Climbing the Heights (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.

I have come three thousand miles away. Sad now with autumn, and with my hundred years of woe, I climb this height alone.

ill fortune has laid a bitter frost on my temples, heart-ache and weariness are a thick dust in my wine

16. "The Cottage is Broken by Autumn Wind" (Du Fu)

In August, the high wind howled, and the triple grass rolled on my house.

Maofeidu River is sprinkled on the outskirts of the river, and the top of the river hangs long forest tops, while the bottom floats to Shentang 'ao.

The children in Nancun bully me, and I am old and weak, so I can stand being a thief.

openly carrying Mao into the bamboo, his lips are burning and his mouth is dry and he can't breathe. When he comes back, he leans against himself and sighs.

in a moment, the wind will set the clouds and ink color, and in autumn, the desert will turn dark.

the cloth is as cold as iron for many years, and the charming child is lying down and cracking.

there is no dry place at the head of the bed, and the foot of the rain is like hemp.

If you sleep less after going through the chaos, how can you get wet all night?

There are tens of millions of spacious buildings in Ande, which is a great shelter for all the poor people in the world to be happy and calm!

alas, when I suddenly see this house in front of my eyes, my house will freeze to death alone!

17. a Song of White Snow in Farewell to Field-Clerk Wu Going Home (Cen Can)

the north wind rolls the white grasses and breaks them, and the Eighth-month snow across the Tartar sky.

is like a spring gale, come up in the night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.

it enters the pearl blinds, it wets the silk curtains, a fur coat feels cold, a cotton mat flimsy.

bows become rigid, can hardly be drawn, and the metal of armour congeals on the men.

the sand-sea deepens with fathomless ice, the gloom is bleak and Wan Li is condensed.

but we drink to our guest bound home from camp, and play him barbarian lutes, guitars, harps.

till at dusk, when the drifts are crushing our tents, and our frozen red flags cannot flutter in the wind.

we watch him through Wheel-Tower Gate going eastward, into the snow-mounds of Heaven-Peak Road.

and then he disappears at the turn of the pass, leaving behind him only hoof-prints.

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Reward Lotte at the first banquet in Yangzhou (Liu Yuxi)

Bashan River is desolate, and I abandoned my place for 23 years.

I was nostalgic for singing and smelling flute, and when I went to my hometown, I looked like a rotten ke.

I went to Qian Fan on the side of my sinking boat, and Wan Muchun was in front of my sick tree.

Today I listened to a song by Jun, and I relied on the spirit of a glass of wine for the time being. <

several early warblers compete to warm the trees, whose new swallow pecks at the spring mud.

flowers are becoming more and more attractive, and shallow grass can lose its horseshoe.

I love the lack of eastward travel of the lake, and the white sand embankment in the shade of the green poplar

2. Watching the mowing wheat (Bai Juyi

Tian Jia is less idle in the moon, and people are twice as busy in May.

at night, when the south wind comes, the wheat turns yellow.

the mother-in-law is full of food, and the child is full of pot pulp.

Xiang went with Xiang Tian, and Ding Zhuang was in Nangang.

it's full of rustic heat, and the back burns in the sun.

I don't know the heat, but I regret the long summer.

There is a poor woman with a child on her back.

the right hand holds the ear, and the left arm hangs the basket.

it's sad to hear what they care about.

Tian's family lost all their taxes, so they picked it up to satisfy their hunger.

what merits do I have today? I never worked in agriculture and mulberry.

Li Lu has three hundred stones, and Yan has surplus grain at the age of one.

I'm ashamed to read this, and I can't forget it every day.

21. Pipa Travel (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, and we raised our cups and wished to drink-but, alas, there was no music.

for all we had drunk we felt no joy and were parting from each other, when the river widened mysteriously toward the full moon.

we had heard a sudden sound, a guitar across the water, 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, we could feel what she was feeling, even before she played.

each string a meditation, each note a deep thought, as if she were telling us the ache of her whole life.

she knit her brows, flexed her fingers, then began her music, little by little letting her heart share everything with ours.

she brushed the strings, twisted them slow, swept them, plucked them, first the air of The Rainbow Skirt, then The Six Little Ones.

the large strings hummed 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's speech is slippery, but it's difficult to flow under the ice in the deep throat spring.

when the ice spring is cold and astringent, the string will freeze, and the freeze will never stop.

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 out leapt armored horses and weapons that clashed and smote.

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.

thoughtfully in the plucked string, 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 had mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, with her name recorded first in the class-roll of musicians.

after a song, it often teaches the good to subdue, her beauty the envy of all the leading dancers.

how noble youths of Wuling had lavishly competed, and numberless red rolls of silk been given for one song.

and skirts the colour of blood been spoiled with stains of wine, China.

season after season, joy had followed joy, 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.

with ever fewer chariots and horses at her door, so that finally she gave herself as wife to a merchant. <