I can check it for you, but it's too big. Take it one step at a time. The ancient poems in the first and second volumes of primary school published by Jiangsu Education Edition and the ancient poems or four-character poems in the unit: The first volume of Chinese: ode to geese, kindness to farmers, thinking of Tang Luobin, Tang Wang Shen Li Tang and Li Bai goose at night, cutting crops at noon, so bright a line is at the foot of my bed, and the melody is like a heavenly song and sweat drops on the ground. Is there frost already? . White hair catches green water, but Chinese food, looking up, I found it was moonlight, and Anthurium cleared the waves. Every single grain is the fruit of hard work. I sank again and suddenly remembered home. Chinese volume 2: Cao Gulang travels to the moon. Bai Juyi, Hao Ran, Tang Li Bai, knew that the grass was full of joy. I woke up in this beautiful spring morning, knowing nothing about the moon. By day, I was surrounded by mountains, and the four seasons came and went. Birds are singing everywhere around me. Call it a white jade plate. The ocean drained the golden river. Wildfire never completely devoured them, but now I remember that night, the storm, Yaotaijing, but you expanded your vision by 300 miles, and they were tall again in the spring breeze. I wonder how many flowers have been broken. Fly at the end of Qingyun. Walk up a flight of stairs. When I asked your student under a pine tree, he replied, "My teacher went to collect medicine". However, through these clouds, how can I know which corner of the mountain it is facing? . Chinese Version 3: Compassion for Peasants (2) The silkworm girl Liushan Temple Meihuatang Bai Zongyuan Anshi planted a millet in the spring. It entered the city yesterday. This dangerous building is 100 feet high. There are no birds in the mountains, a few plums in a corner, and ten thousand kinds of autumn harvest. I came back with tears on my face. Hands can pick stars. A thousand roads without footprints. Ling cold drives alone. Book 4: Xiaochi Village lives in Songyang, Gao Qing and Ding Quan. The eyes are silent, the jasper adorns the trees, the grass grows and the warblers fly in February, and the shade shines on the water. Ten thousand green silk tapestries hang down. The willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke. Xiao-he just showed his sharp corners. I don't know who cut the green leaves. When the children came back from school early, dragonflies were already standing on their heads. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. Dongfeng is busy, flying kites. Language Volume V: Looking for chrysanthemums by the river and climbing to Feilai Peak, fishermen on the Chai Lu River Tang Dou Tang Fu Yuan Zhen Wang Song Anshi Wangtang Wei Song Fan Zhongyan Huang Si's maiden is full of flowers, and the autumn bushes are like Taoist priests, flying to the Chihiro Pagoda on the mountain. There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, and people come and go on the river, and flowers are low. It is said that the cock crow is rising day by day. However, I think I heard a voice. But I like perch beauty. Butterflies have been dancing. It's not that flowers prefer chrysanthemums, nor are they afraid of clouds and fog. Sunshine, entering a forest, you see a boat, and the eagle is just crying. This flower is even more flowerless I am at the highest peak. Reflected from the green moss to me. In the storm. In the snow, Wang Anshi, the owner of Furong Mountain in Yuan, Tang, Liu Changqing and Song Dynasties, was far away at dusk, and the house was cold and poor. The roar of firecrackers, the old year has passed; The warm spring breeze ushered in the New Year, and people happily drank the newly brewed Tu Su wine. Chai Men heard dogs barking and came home at night. Thousands of families always trade new peaches for old ones. Everyone in the world, no idle fields, covered in Luo Qi, dare not speak loudly. A leaf boat, a bamboo coat, is not snow from a distance. Four seasons and three roads, children's fishing village, they sit alone in Jingting Mountain. On a night stop on Jiande River, Fan Chengda, Tang, Tang, Li Bai, Tang and Meng Haoran went out to farm during the day. The children in the village learned to hang silk, the plums turned yellow and the sun was shining, and the birds flew high. When my boat was moored in the fog, the children in the village were in charge. Sit by the raspberry moss. The stream dries up, but it swims in the mountains. Lonely clouds go to leisure alone. As the sun fades, old memories begin. Children and grandchildren are not ready to farm and weave. Passers-by ask for advice and wave far away. The shade is not diminished, and we can never get tired of seeing each other. How wide the sky is and how close the trees are, I also learned to plant melons in the shade of mulberry trees. Frightened fish should not be surprised. Add oriole four or five times. Only Jingting Mountain. How clear the moon is on the water! . See the boat night book and send Yuan Ershi An Xiqing tea. Tang Wang sees the fishing lamp in black, and the solitary lamp is a little firefly. The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf Slight wind and waves, scattered like river stars. I advise you to have a glass of wine. There is no reason not to go out. Hanshu 7: The quatrains were written as early as looking at Lushan Waterfall in Xixi, Baidicheng, Chuzhou Tang Du Bai Tang Li Bai, two orioles singing green willows, bidding farewell to Baidicheng, living by a quiet grass stream, enjoying purple smoke in the sunshine incense burner, and a group of egrets flying into the sky. Thousands of miles in Jiangling, one day. There is an oriole singing in the tree. Looking at the waterfall hanging in front of Sichuan. The window contains snow in Xiling Mountain, apes on both sides of the strait are crying endlessly, and the spring tide brings rain late and in a hurry, flying straight down to thousands of feet and berthing at the door of Wan Li. The canoe has crossed Chung Shan Man. Wild crossing, no boat crossing. It's been nine days since I suspected that the Milky Way had set. During the holiday, I thought of my Shandong brother Tang Dou, Tom and Wang Weiyuan going up the mountain and the stone path was oblique. He is a stranger in a foreign land, and there are people in Bai Yunsheng. Please think twice about your relatives during the festival. Stop and sit in the maple grove late, and know where the brothers climb. The frost leaves are red in February. There is one person missing from the dogwood. Qing Pingle Song Xin Qi Ji, with low eaves and green grass. When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white. The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages. I like children and scoundrels best, lying on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers. Volume 8: Hui Chong Riverside Night Scenery, Jiangnan Spring Scenery, Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous and Prosperous Su Song Tang Poetry Du Mu Song Fan Chengda Bamboo Peach Blossom, Thousands of Li Ying Li crow green and reflect red, Plums golden and apricot fat, Riverside Plum Warm Duck Prophet. Flag wind of Shuicunshan fruit wine. The wheat is gray and the cauliflower is thin. Artemisia selengensis is covered with short reeds. During the Southern Dynasties, there were 480 temples, and no one had ever seen a long fence. It is the time when the puffer fish wants to go up. How many towers of smoke and rain Only dragonflies and butterflies can fly. As a dream, Song Qingzhao often thought of the sunset in Xiting, lost in it and didn't know his way home. Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng. How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu. Give Wang Lun and Yellow Crane Tower a farewell to Meng Haoran on his way back to Yangzhou. Tang Li Bai, Tang Li Bai, Tang Li Bai and He Zhangzhi Li Bai wanted to go by boat, so they left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west. When they left home, they suddenly heard a song on the shore. Fireworks fell in Yangzhou in March. The local accent has not changed. Peach Blossom Pond is deep in thousands of feet, and the sail is far away, and the sky is exhausted. It's better for a child to meet a stranger than Wang Lun! Only the Yangtze River flows in the sky. Smile and ask the guest where he is from. Book 9: Wangtianmen Mountain, Xilinbi Night Book, Tang Libai, Shi, Shaoweng Tianmen cut off the Chu River. Looking horizontally, the ridge side peaks, rustling leaves chills and Higashi Shimizu flows. The distance is different. The autumn wind moves passengers on the river. The green hills on both sides of the strait are opposite, and I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain. I know children who choose to weave their own sails. Just because I'm in this mountain. At night, the fence will light up. Fengqiao don't forget the sound of Dongjiang. Bai Juyi Tang Zuyong's frost night, thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, a touch of setting sun spread in the water, and watch Zhongnanshan take off, Jiangfeng fishing and sleeping. The north wind blows goose feathers and heavy snow one after another. Half the river rustles and half the river is red. The white top is covered with floating clouds. In Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead. Unfortunately, on the third night of September, over a warm snow line, the midnight bell rang the passenger ship. Everyone in the world doesn't know you. Dewdrops are like pearls, and the moon is like a bow. And the towns in the valley are getting colder and colder. Chinese Book 10: Recalling the Tang Dynasty in the south of the Yangtze River, Bai Juyi loved the south of the Yangtze River, and the scenery seemed familiar. When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan? The fisherman's son, the egret, flies in front of Mount Cisse in Hezhi, Zhang Tang, with peach blossoms and plump mandarin fish. An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain. It's not worth drinking in the garden. Jingci Temple sent Lin Zifang, Ye Songshao Weng, Song Sushi and Song Yang Wanli to pity the moss after the rain on the lake. After all, the West Lake is in mid-June, and it won't take long for the small mouth to fly. The mountain is empty and the rain is strange. The scenery is different from the four seasons. The spring garden can't be closed. I want to compare it with the West Lake. The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely green, and an apricot comes out of the wall. Light makeup is always appropriate. Lotus is bright red. Sauvignon Blanc went to Nalanxingde Mountain and Guanyu River. Night light. When the wind changes, the snow changes, and the dream of hurting the heart of the country falls through. There is no such sound in my hometown. Huangsha Road Xijiang Moonwalk. In the mid-Song Dynasty, Xin Qiji's bright moon surprised magpies, and the breeze sang at midnight. The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance. In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge. Language 11: Momei bamboo, stone, lime, boat, Guazhou, which stretches over the trees beside the West Yan Lake in Wang Anshi, sticks to the green hills and hammers out the deep mountains. Guazhou in Jingkou is a water room, with pale ink marks. The roots were originally in the broken rocks. When the fire started, it was idle. Zhongshan is separated by only a few mountains. Don't be praised for its good color. It's still strong and not afraid of all the pieces. The spring breeze is a green Jiang Nanan, leaving only fresh air and dry Kun. East, west, north and south winds. Leave your innocence in the world. When will the bright moon shine on me?