Second Chinese is a compulsory course for senior high school students and must memorize ancient poems

#高二# In the second compulsory Chinese textbook, there are many ancient poems that need to be memorized. I have compiled the "Compulsory Second Language Course for Senior High School Students and Must Memorize Ancient Poems" for all students. I hope it will be helpful to your study!

1. The compulsory second language course for high school students must memorize Ancient Poems Chapter 1

Tao Yuanming's "Come Back and Come Back"

Go back and come back, the countryside will be full of wild grass Do you not return? Since you regard your heart as a slave, you are ridiculed and melancholy, and you are alone in sadness. You understand that the past is not admonished, and you know that you can pursue those who are coming. In fact, the lost path is not far away. I feel that what is now is but yesterday was not. The boat is sailing far away, the wind is blowing and the clothes are blowing. I asked Zheng Husband about the way forward, and I hated the faintness of the morning light.

Nai looked at the house and ran with joy. The servant boy welcomes you, and the child waits for the door. The three paths are deserted, but the pines and chrysanthemums still remain. When I brought my child into the house, there was a bottle full of wine. Use the cup to drink for yourself, look at the courtyard to enjoy your beauty. Leaning against the south window to express your pride, it is easy to rest your knees when looking at your appearance. The garden is filled with sunlight to make it interesting. Although the gate is set up, it is always closed. The old man is encouraged to rest, his head straightened, and he looks far away. The clouds have no intention to come out of Xiu, and the birds know when they are tired of flying. The scenery is blurry and the scenery is about to enter, caressing the lonely pine and wandering around.

Come back and come back, please pay attention and never travel again. The world is at odds with me. How can I ask for my words again? I am pleased with my relatives’ words of love, and I play music on the harp and write books to soothe my worries. The peasants told me that spring was coming and that there would be something going on in Xichou. Or a life-carrying carriage, or a solitary boat. It is both graceful and graceful to find ravines, and also rugged to pass through hills. The trees are flourishing and the springs are beginning to trickle. When I get all the good things, I feel grateful for the rest of my life.

That’s it! How long will it take to live in the inner world? I can’t decide whether to leave or stay? What else can I do, let alone what else do I want? Wealth and honor are not my wish, and I can’t expect an imperial hometown. If you have a good time, you can go alone, or plant a stick and work hard. Climb Donggao to soothe the whistle, and compose poems near the clear stream. Liaocheng is transformed into death, and Lefu's destiny is full of doubts!

"Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion" by Wang Bo

It is the ninth month of the Wei Dynasty, and the preface belongs to the third autumn. When the water is gone, the cold pond is clear, and the smoke condenses and the mountains are purple at dusk. I'm on the road, looking at the scenery in Chong'a. Visit Changzhou, the son of the emperor, and find the old mansion of heaven and man. The mountains are towering with greenery, and the sky rises above them; the flying pavilions flow with elixirs, and there is no ground below. Heting and Fuzhu are the lingering memories of poor islands; Guidianlan Palace is the shape of hills and mountains.

Wearing an embroidered hat, looking down at the carved beast. The mountains are wide and wide, and the rivers and lakes are so vast that they are horrified. Luyan rushes to the ground, the bells ring and the cauldrons are home; the boat is in the water, and the boat is the green bird and yellow dragon. The clouds are gone and the rain is clear, and the color is bright. The setting clouds and the solitary owl fly together, and the autumn water and the long sky are the same color. The fishing boat sings late, and the sound is heard on the Pengli shore; the wild geese are frightened by the cold, and the sound is broken by the Hengyang Pu.

Sigh! The fortunes are uneven and the fate is many. Feng Tang is easy to grow old, but Li Guang is difficult to seal. Qu Jiayi in Changsha is not without a holy master; when Liang Hong is in Haiqu, there is no lack of bright time. He depends on the gentleman to see the opportunity and the wise man to know the destiny. When you are old and strong, you would rather have a white-headed heart; when you are poor and strong, you will not fall into the clouds. Drinking from the greedy spring makes you feel refreshed, and you still feel happy when you are in a dry road. Although Beihai is on credit, it can be picked up if it is soaring; the east corner is gone, but it is not too late to mulberry trees. Mengchang is noble and noble, and has no time to serve the country; Ruan Ji is rampant, how can he cry at the end of the road?

"Xiaoyaoyou·Zhuangzi"

There is a fish in the North Ming Dynasty, and its name is Kun. The Kun was so big that it was unknown how many thousands of miles away it was; when it turned into a bird, its name was Peng. I don't know how many thousands of miles the Peng has on its back; when it flies in anger, its wings are like clouds hanging down from the sky. It is a bird, and the sea will migrate to Nanming. Nan Ming is also Tianchi. Those who are "Qixie" are also those who are ambitious and strange. "Xie" says: "The Peng migrates to Nanming. The water hits it for three thousand miles, and it surges upward for ninety thousand miles. It goes to breathe in six months." Wild horses are also dust, and living things breathe. Phase blow also. The sky is blue, is it righteous and evil? Is it far away and nowhere is it extremely evil? It looks down, and if it is so, then that's it.

Moreover, the accumulation of water is not thick, so it will not be able to carry a large boat. Put a cup of water on the col hall, and the boat will be made of mustard; if you place the cup on top, it will be glued. The water is shallow and the boat is big. If the accumulation of wind is not thick, its large wings will be unable to carry it. Therefore, for ninety thousand miles, the wind is blowing down, and then it is today's Peifeng; those who carry the blue sky on their backs and do not care about Yaolan, then they are today's general Tunan.

Xu and Xuejiu laughed and said: "I will rise and fly, but my spear will stop. The time will not come, and I will only control the ground. How can I go south for ninety thousand miles?" "Those who are suitable for the wilderness will have three meals, and their belly will still be full; those who are suitable for a hundred miles, they will have to grind grain; those who are suitable for a thousand miles, they will gather grain in three months." How do you know the two insects!

Small knowledge is not as good as big knowledge, and small years are not as good as big ones.

How can you know this? The morning bacteria don’t know Hui Shuo, and the worms don’t know Spring and Autumn. This is the young year. There are Ming Ling people in the south of Chu who regard five hundred years as spring and five hundred years as autumn. In ancient times, there were Dachun people who regarded eight thousand years as spring and eight thousand years as autumn. This is also the great year. Isn't it sad that Peng Zunai has heard about it for a long time now?

Tang Zhi also asked Ji Ji: "To the north of Qianfa, there is the Minghai, Tianchi. There is a fish, and it is also a Tianchi. For thousands of miles, no one knows how to cultivate it. Its name is Kun. He carried the blue sky, then turned to the south, and then Shi Nanming. He scolded Yi and said with a smile: "He is so ridiculous? I jumped up, but only a few feet down, soaring among the basils, this is also the way to fly." Is he making fun of you?'" This is a debate between small and big.

My old husband knows that if he can serve as an official, his conduct can be compared with that of a village, his virtue can be matched with that of a monarch, and he can conquer a country, this is how he thinks of himself. But Song Rongzi still laughed at it. And it is enough to praise him in the world without admonishing him, to criticize him in the world without discouraging him, to distinguish between internal and external, to argue about honor and disgrace. He is alive in this world, but it is impossible to count him. Although, there are still no trees. Fuliezi walked against the wind, calm and kind, and then turned around after five days. He has brought blessings to those who have not yet been counted. Although this is unnecessary, there is still something to be expected. If one takes advantage of the righteousness of heaven and earth and resists the debate of the six qi, and wanders to infinity, what kind of evil will he do? Therefore, it is said: The perfect person has no self, the god has no merit, and the saint has no name.

"Chen Qing Biao" Li Mi

The secret words of the minister: I provoked you with danger, and you encountered the evil of Min. When the child was born in six months, his loving father realized his disapproval; when he was four years old, his uncle took away his mother's will. Grandmother Liu Minchen was lonely and frail, so she raised her personally. I have a lot of diseases, I can't do it at the age of nine, and I am alone. As for the establishment. There are no uncles, but brothers. If the door is weak and the family is weak, there will be no children in the evening. There are no relatives who are powerful and powerful outside, and there are no children five feet away who answer the door. They stand alone, looking at each other. However, Liu Suying was ill and often had to give birth in bed. His ministers served him with decoctions and medicines, but he never gave up.

Catch the holy pilgrimage and bathe in Qinghua. The former governor, Chen Kui, was responsible for the filial piety and integrity of the officials; the later governor, Chen Rong, promoted officials and scholars. I have no master to support you, but I will not die without resigning. The imperial edict is issued, and I pay my respects to my doctor. Seeking the favor of the country, get rid of the minister XX. I am humble enough to serve in the East Palace. I cannot report the death of my minister. Ministers use their appearance to hear news, but they do not take office after resigning. The edict is severe and severe, and the ministers are blamed for being careless. The prefectures and counties are persecuting and urging ministers to go to the road; the state ministers are eager to spark fire when they come to the door. If the minister wants to follow the imperial edict and gallop, Liu's illness will worsen; if he wants to obey his personal feelings, he will be told not to do so: the minister's advance and retreat will be really embarrassing.

The Fuwei Holy Dynasty governed the world with filial piety. Everyone who was old was still raised with care, especially the lonely ministers. Moreover, I have been a minor official in the fake dynasty, and I have been in the Lang's Department. I am a high-ranking official, and I don't care about my reputation. Today, my country has been destroyed and I am a lowly prisoner, no matter how humble or humble. I have been promoted, favored and blessed with good fortune, so I dare not linger and have any hope. But the sun is thinning in the west, the breath is dying, the life is in danger, and the day is not worried about the day. Without my grandmother, I would not be here today; without my grandmother, I would not be able to live out my remaining years. Mother and grandson are dependent on each other, so they cannot be separated from each other.

Chen Mi is forty-four this year, and my grandmother is ninety-six this year. It is the long time for me to devote myself to Your Majesty, but the short time to repay Liu's support. It's a private love affair with a black bird, and I'm willing to beg for support. The hard work of the minister is not only seen by the people of Shu and the shepherds of the two states, but also the emperor, the emperor and the queen of the land, have learned from it. May your Majesty be sympathetic to the foolish and sincere, and listen to the ministers' modest aspirations. Concubine Liu was lucky enough to survive for more than a year. When you are alive, you should die, and when you die, you should be weeded. I cannot bear the fear of dogs and horses, so I would like to pay my respects and listen to it.

"Jin Se" by Li Shangyin

"The Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column is reminiscent of the past. Zhuang Sheng was obsessed with butterflies in his dawn dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos. The moon in the sea sheds tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke. This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss.

2. The compulsory second language course for high school students must memorize ancient poems Chapter 2

"The Drunkard Pavilion" (Ouyang Xiu)

Chuzhou is surrounded by mountains. The peaks and ravines in its southwest are particularly beautiful. The one that looks awe-inspiring but deep and beautiful is Langya. After walking six or seven miles up the mountain, you gradually hear the sound of gurgling water flowing out between the two peaks, which is called Ningquan. On the winding road, there is a pavilion with wings standing over the spring, which is called the Drunken Old Man's Pavilion. Who built the pavilion? Zhixian, the monk of the mountain. Who is named? The prefect calls himself. The prefect and his guests came here to drink. They often got drunk after drinking for a little while, so they called themselves drunken old men. The drunkard's intention is not in wine, but in the mountains and rivers. The joy of mountains and rivers is the wine contained in the heart.

If the sun rises and the forest opens, the clouds return and the caves become dark, the changes in darkness and brightness are like morning and evening in the mountains. The wild fields are fragrant and fragrant, the beautiful trees are beautiful and dark, the wind and frost are noble and pure, the water falls and the rocks emerge, these are the four seasons in the mountains. Going in the morning and returning at dusk, the scenery in the four seasons is different, and the joy is endless.

As for those who are in trouble singing on the road, and those who are traveling resting in the trees, the former calls, and the latter responds, hunched over and carrying them, going back and forth without stopping, this is Chu people traveling. Fishing near the stream, the stream is deep and the fish are fat, the spring is brewed into wine, the spring is fragrant and the wine is tart, the mountain delicacies and wild assemblies are mixed and aged beforehand, it is also a feast for the prefect. The joy of a banquet is neither silk nor bamboo. The one who shoots is successful, the one who plays chess wins, the one who drinks and drinks mingled with each other, the one who sits up and makes a noise is the joy of all the guests. Anyone with pale face and white hair who seems to be slumped indicates that the prefect is drunk.

The sun has set on the mountain, the figures are scattered, the prefect has returned and the guests have followed. The woods are dark, the songs are rising and falling, the tourists are gone and the birds are enjoying themselves. However, birds know the joy of mountains and forests, but they do not know the joy of people; people know the joy of traveling from the prefect, but they do not know the joy of the prefect. He who can enjoy himself when he is drunk and can write about it when he is awake is a prefect. Who does the prefect call him? Ouyang Xiu of Luling.

Preface to Ma Sheng in Dongyang (Excerpt) (Song Lian)

I was fond of learning when I was young. The family was poor and had no way to read the books, so every time they borrowed them from a book collector, they would write them down by hand and count the days to return them. It's very cold, the inkstone is hard, and the fingers cannot be bent or stretched, so don't be lazy. After recording, I went to see him off, not daring to exceed the appointment. Therefore, many people spend their spare time reading books, and I have to read all kinds of books. Not only was he crowned with admiration for the teachings of the saints, but he also worried that there were no famous inkstone masters to travel with him, so he tried to travel hundreds of miles away to study the sutras and ask questions from the pioneers in his hometown. The first Dade Long Wangzun, whose disciples filled his room, did not even lose his words. Yu Li waited on the left and right, leaning over to ask questions and ask questions; or when he was yelling at someone, he would become more respectful and courteous, not daring to say a word; when he was pleased, he would ask again. Therefore, although I am stupid, I have learned something.

When Yu Zhi followed his teacher, he carried his luggage and dragged his clothes while walking in the deep mountains and huge valleys. In the harsh winter, the wind is strong, the snow is several feet deep, and the skin of the feet is chapped without even realizing it. At the end of her stay, her limbs were stiff and unable to move. The nun held the soup and drank it, covering it with a quilt. After a while, she became harmonious. Living in the opposite direction, the host eats again and again every day, and does not enjoy the taste of fresh fat. All the students in the same room were embroidered with silk, wearing hats decorated with red tassels, white jade rings around their waists, swords on their left, and swords on their right. They looked like gods. The rest of them were wearing tasseled robes, and there was no hint of admiration. Those who are satisfied with it don't know that the worship of words and bodies is not as good as others. Gai Yu's diligence is as difficult as this.

3. The compulsory second language course for high school students must memorize the third chapter of ancient poetry

"Rewarding Lotte at the First Banquet in Yangzhou"

(Liu Yuxi)

The desolate land of Bashan and Chushui has been abandoned for twenty-three years.

Nostalgically reciting the poems on the flute in the air, and when I go to the countryside to read it, I feel like a dead person.

Thousands of sails passed by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of spring trees appeared in front of the diseased trees.

Listen to a song of Junge today, and just have a glass of wine to keep your spirits up.

《Traveling is Difficult》

(Li Bai)

Golden bottles of sake cost ten thousand coins, and jade plates contain ten thousand coins.

I stopped eating and threw chopsticks. I drew my sword and looked around at a loss.

If you want to cross the Yellow River, which is blocked by ice, you will have to climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang.

I was fishing on the Bixi River in my spare time, and suddenly I was riding a boat and dreaming of the sun.

The road is difficult, the road is difficult! There are many divergent roads, where is peace now?

There will be times when the wind and waves break, and the cloud sails are directly hung up to help the sea.

"Spring Tour of Qiantang Lake"

(Bai Juyi)

North of Gushan Temple and west of Jiating, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low.

In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud.

The wild flowers are becoming more and more charming, and only in Asakusa can there be no horse hooves.

My favorite lake is the east side of the lake, with its green poplar shade and white sand embankment.

"The Journey of the Grand Administrator of Yanmen"

(Li He)

Black clouds are pressing down on the city, about to destroy it, and the armor's light opens towards the golden scales of the sun.

The sound of the trumpet fills the autumn sky, stuffed with swallow fat and the night is purple.

The half-rolled red flag is near the Yishui River, and the sound of heavy frost and cold drums cannot be heard.

Report your favor on the golden stage, and guide the Jade Dragon to die for you.

《Red Cliff》

(Du Mu)

The broken halberd sinks in the sand and the iron is not sold, but it will be washed away and recognized by the previous dynasty.

The east wind does not agree with Zhou Lang, and Tongquechun locks Erqiao deeply.

"Mooring in Qinhuai"

(Du Mu)

The smoke cage is cold and the moon is caged in the sand. I parked in Qinhuai at night near a restaurant.

The merchant girl does not know the hatred of the country's subjugation, but she still sings the flowers in the backyard across the river.

"The Night Rain Sends to the North"

(Li Shangyin)

You asked about the return date but the date has not yet been announced. The night rain in Bashan swelled the autumn pond.

Why should I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan?

"Untitled"

(Li Shangyin)

It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.

The spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they are dead, and the wax torches will not dry until they turn to ashes.

When you look in the mirror at dawn, you will be worried about the clouds on your temples. When you sing at night, you should feel the cold moonlight.

There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting.

"Bai Xue Ge Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital"

(Cen Shen)

The north wind blows and the white grass breaks, and it snows in August.

Suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloomed.

The pearl curtains are scattered and wet, and the fox fur is not warm and the brocade quilt is thin.

The general’s horns and bows cannot be controlled, and the guards’ iron coats are too cold to hold.

The vast sea is covered with hundreds of feet of ice, and the gloomy clouds condense thousands of miles away.

The Chinese army prepares wine and drinks for returning guests, as well as playing fiddles, lutes, and harps.

The snow falls one after another at the camp gate, and the red flag is blown by the wind and cannot be turned over by the cold.

I saw you off at the east gate of Luntai. When you left, the Tianshan Road was covered with snow.

You can’t be seen on the mountain winding road, leaving a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow.

"Crossing the Lingding Ocean"

(Wen Tianxiang)

After a hard encounter, only a few stars are scattered around.

The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating in the catkins, and the life experience is ups and downs.

Afraid to say panic on the beach, sigh alone in the ocean.

Since ancient times, no one has died, and his loyal heart will be remembered by history!

4. Compulsory second language course for high school students must memorize the fourth chapter of ancient poems

Ai Lian Shuo (Zhou Dunyi) )

The flowers of land and water, vegetation, are so lovely that they are very sweet. Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty only loved chrysanthemums. Since Li Tang, people have loved peonies. I only love the lotus that emerges from the mud but is not stained; it is clear in the ripples without being demonic; it is straight in the middle and straight in the outside; it does not creep or branch; its fragrance becomes clearer from a distance; its pavilion is clean and planted; it can be viewed from a distance but not played with.

I say chrysanthemum, the flower that represents seclusion; peony, the flower that represents wealth; lotus, the flower that represents the gentleman. Alas! The love of chrysanthemum is rarely heard of after Tao. Who can share the love of lotus? The love of peony is suitable for everyone

Remember the night tour of Chengtian Temple (Su Shi)

On the night of October 12, the sixth year of Yuanfeng, I undressed and was about to fall asleep. When the moonlight entered my house, I happily set off. Thinking of nothing and being happy, I went to Chengtian Temple to look for Zhang Huaimin. Huai Min also stayed up and walked with each other in the atrium. Under the courtyard, the sky is clear as if there were accumulated water. The water is covered with algae and cypress shadows. Where is the moonless night? Where is there no bamboo or cypress? But there are few idle people like the two of us.

Jinse (Li Shangyin)

Jinse has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column reminds me of the past.

Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his morning dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos.

The bright moon in the sea has tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke.

This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss.

Yongyule·Jingkou Beigu Pavilion nostalgic for the past

Throughout the ages, heroes have never found Sun Zhongmou. On the dance pavilion and singing stage, the wind is always blown away by the rain. The setting sun, the grass and trees, the ordinary alleys, where the slaves of humanity once lived. I think back then, when we were strong and strong, we could swallow thousands of miles like a tiger.

Yuanjia hastily sealed the wolf as a coward, and won a hasty visit to the north. Forty-three years later, I still remember the beacon fire on Yangzhou Road. But looking back, under the Buddha and Li Temple, there is a sacred crow drum.

Who is to ask, Lian Po is old, can he still earn a living?

Slow voice (Li Qingzhao)

Searching and searching, deserted, miserable and miserable. It is most difficult to breathe when it is suddenly warm and then cold. How can three cups and two cups of light wine defeat his late arrival and the sudden wind? The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but they are old acquaintances. The ground is covered with yellow flowers. I am so haggard and damaged, who is worthy of taking it off now? Watching the window, how can I be alone in the dark? The sycamore trees are drizzling, and it is drizzling at dusk. This time, how can there be such a thing as "sorrow"!

5. Compulsory Chinese language course for the second year of high school, you must memorize the fifth chapter of ancient poetry

"The Road to Shu is Difficult" by Li Bai

Hey Oh, how dangerous it is! The road to Shu is as difficult as climbing to the sky. There are thickets of silkworms and fishtails, how confused the founding of the country is. You are forty-eight thousand years old, and you are not in the vicinity of Qin Sai. There is a bird path in Taibai, Xidang, which can cross the top of Emei. The earth collapsed and the mountains destroyed the strong men to death, and then the ladders and stone stacks were connected to each other. There is a high mark of six dragons returning to the sun on the top, and a rushing wave and turning back to Sichuan below. The yellow crane cannot fly past, and the ape clings to it to overcome its sorrow. There are piles of green mud, and there are nine twists and turns in a hundred steps, lingering on the rocks. Mon went to the Lijing Well and raised his head and sighed, resting his head on his head with his hands, he sat down and sighed.

I asked you when you will return from your journey to the west. I am afraid that the journey will be steep and unreachable. But I saw mourning birds calling old trees, and male and female flying around the forest. I also heard Zigui crying about the moon at night and worrying about the empty mountains. The difficulty of the road to Shu is as difficult as climbing to the blue sky, which makes people wither their beauty. Even if the peaks are gone, the sky is not full, and withered pines hang upside down against the cliffs. The turbulent waterfalls are noisy, and the cliffs turn into rocks and thousands of valleys are thundered. The danger is also like this. People who have traveled a long way have come here for nothing!

The sword pavilion is so majestic and Cui Wei that one man can guard the gate and ten thousand men cannot open it. Those who were guarding or robbing relatives turned into wolves and jackals. Avoid tigers in the morning, snakes at night, grind your teeth to suck blood, and feel like numbness. Although Jincheng is happy, it is better to return home early. The road to Shu is as difficult as climbing to the blue sky. I turned to the west and looked to the west, sighing.

Meng's "The Book of Songs"

Meng's Chichi embraces cloth and silk. Bandits come to trade silk, and when they come, they come to plot against me. Send the son to Sheqi, and go to Dunqiu. The bandit is my fault, and I am an unscrupulous matchmaker. The general will not be angry, and autumn will come.

Ride on the other side of the mountain to hope that the pass will be restored. Not seeing the return pass, I burst into tears. Seeing the return pass, I laughed and talked. Erbu Erzhen, the body has no blame words. Come with your car and move with my bribe.

Before the mulberry leaves fall, their leaves are as thick as silk. When the doves are here, there is no food for mulberries! When the girls are here, there is no time to hang out with the scholars! It is still possible to say that the scholars are lazy. It is indescribable to say that a woman is too lazy!

The mulberry leaves have fallen, and they have become yellow and fallen. Self-imposed, poor at the age of three. The water in Qishui is flowing, and the curtains and clothes are gradually falling. Women are also unhappy, and scholars behave differently. Scholars are also extremely ignorant, but only have two or three virtues.

I am a married woman at the age of three, and I have to work hard at home. Work hard and sleep well at night, and the day will come. Once the words are fulfilled, they become violent. My brother didn't know, so he laughed. Think about it quietly and bow to mourn.

As we grow old together, old age makes me resentful. Qi has a bank, and Xi has a bank. At the general banquet, Yan Yan talked and laughed. Be true to your word and never think about the opposite. On the contrary, if you don't think about it, that's fine!

"Climbing High" by Du Fu

The wind is strong, the apes high in the sky are screaming in mourning, and the white birds are flying back from the clear sand in Zhu. The endless falling trees rustled, and the endless Yangtze River rolled in.

Wanli is always a guest in the sad autumn, and he has been sick for hundreds of years and is alone on the stage. Difficulty and bitterness hate the frost on the temples, and the wine glass is stained by the new stop.

"Pipa Tour" by Bai Juyi

The Xunyang River sees off guests on the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers are rustling in autumn. The master dismounted and was in the boat. He wanted to drink wine but there was no orchestra. It's too late to be drunk and happy to say goodbye. When we say goodbye, the vast river is soaked in the moon.

Suddenly I heard the sound of pipa playing on the water, and the host forgot to return home. Looking for the sound, I secretly asked who was playing the pipa? The sound of the pipa stopped and I was late to speak. Move the boat closer to invite us to meet each other, add wine, turn back the lights, and resume the banquet. After calling for thousands of times, he came out, still holding the pipa and half covering his face. There are three or two sounds of the strings being plucked by the rotating shaft, and there is emotion before the tune is formed. The strings muffle the sounds and thoughts, seeming to complain of a life of failure. The formalities of the letter were continued with a low eyebrow, telling all the infinite things in one's heart. Lightly gathered together, slowly twisted and wiped, then picked again, first "Neon Shang" and later "Liu Yao". The big strings are as noisy as the rain, and the small strings are as loud as whispers. The bullets are noisy and mixed, and big and small beads fall on the jade plate. The orioles in Guan Guan are talking about the slippery bottom of the flower, and it is difficult to go under the ice of the Youyan Spring. The ice spring is cold and the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass the sound for a while. Don't worry and hate yourself. Silence is better than sound at this time. The silver vase was broken, water slurry burst out, and the cavalry stood out with swords and guns. At the end of the song, the plectrum is carefully drawn, and the four strings sound like cracking silk. The east boat and the west boat are silent, only the white autumn moon can be seen in the middle of the river.

While chanting and plucking the strings, I straightened my clothes and gathered my features. She said that she was originally a girl from the capital city, and her family lived under the tomb of shrimp. At the age of 13, he learned the pipa successfully and became the first member of the Jiaofang. Qu Ba once taught good people how to dress well, and Qiu Niang was always jealous of her makeup. The young people in Wuling are struggling with their heads, and there are countless red silk songs. The silver grate on the tin head was smashed into pieces, and the bloody skirt was stained by wine. This year's laughter will bring back the next, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will pass easily. My younger brother left to join the army and my aunt died, so the color came to me in the morning. There are few horses and pommels in front of the door, and the boss is married to a businessman. Businessmen value profit over separation. The month before last, they went to Fuliang to buy tea. We go to and from the mouth of the river to guard empty boats, and when we go around the boats, the moon shines brightly on the river, and the water is cold. Late at night, I suddenly dreamed about my youth. I cried and cried, and my eyes were red with tears.

I sighed when I heard the pipa playing, and I groaned again when I heard the words. We are both fallen people at the end of the world, so why should we have known each other before. I resigned from the imperial capital last year and was relegated to Xunyang City where I was sick. There is no music in Xunyang, a remote place, and the sound of silk and bamboo is not heard all year round. I live near the Huanjiang River, where the land is low and humid, and yellow reeds and bitter bamboos grow around my house. What did I hear at dawn and dusk? The cuckoo cries, the blood ape screams. On a spring river with flowers facing the autumn moonlight, I often drink wine alone while drinking. How could there be no folk songs and village flutes? It would be hard to listen to the hoarse and hoarse songs. Tonight, hearing your pipa music makes my ears suddenly bright as if listening to fairy music. Mo Cigeng sat down and played a piece of music, translating "Pipa Xing" for you.

I feel like I have been saying this for a long time, but sitting down makes the strings turn sharply. It's so sad that it's not like the forward sound, and everyone in the house weeps when they hear it again. Who cried the most in the audience? Jiangzhou Sima’s green shirt was wet.