Ke Anwen loves Qian Shao's ancient poems. Ancient poems describing landscapes in the class: Wei, a native of Chuzhou, Xixi, lived alone in Youcaoxi, and orioles sang in the forest. The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing. An ancient poem describing the landscape after class: the hibiscus flower of Wang Weimu in Tang Dynasty in Wu Xinyi, with red calyx in the mountains. The mouth of a stream is silent, without a trace. They open and fall. Du Fu, two orioles singing green willows, and a group of egrets flying into the sky. My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to eastbound ships. Li Bai of Bai Di resigned from Cai Yun, Bai Di in the Tang Dynasty. Thousands of miles in Jiangling, one day. Apes on both sides of the Taiwan Strait are crying endlessly. The canoe has crossed Chung Shan Man. Looking at the Lushan Waterfall Libaitang Rizhao incense burner, purple smoke is born, overlooking the Qianchuan waterfall. On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth. In the Tang Dynasty, Du Mu was far away from Hanshan, and there were people in Bai Yunsheng. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo in the riverside night scene stone. He is the prophet of riverside water heating duck. The Artemisia basket is full of short reed buds, which is when the puffer fish wants to fuck. In the Spring and Autumn Period and the Tang Dynasty in the south of the Yangtze River, thousands of birds sang green and reflected red, and the flag wind of fruit wine in Shuixiang Mountain. More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain. The four seasons are mixed with Fan Chengda Li Jinxing's fat and wheat and cabbage's flowers are thin. No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying. Looking at Tianmen Mountain, Li Tang's daytime gate interrupted the opening of the Chu River. Higashi Shimizu flow by this time. Green hills on both sides of the strait are opposite. Lonely sails come from the sun. The title Xilin wall was regarded by Su Shi in Song Dynasty as a mountain peak on the edge of the ridge, with different distances. I can't recognize the true face of Lushan Mountain because I am there. Bai Juyi in Mujiang sings Tang poetry, and the sunset is sprinkled in the water, half river is rustling and half river is red. On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow. Look at the snow peaks of Zhongnanshan, Zuyong, and see how Zhongnanshan flies. The white top of the mountain is above the clouds. After the snow in Chu Qing, the afterglow of the sun shone from the forest. It was late, and Chang 'an was even more chilly. Wang Dongting In the Tang Dynasty, Liu Yuxi's lake lights and autumn moon set each other off, and there was no wind mirror on the pool surface. Looking at Dongting from a distance, there is a green snail in the silver plate. An ancient poem describing the scenery after class: quatrains Tang Du Fu's sunset is beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and plants. Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach. Ancient poems about homesickness in class: I think of my brother Tang, a stranger in Shandong, when I am on vacation in the mountains, and I miss my relatives twice every holiday. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. As seen in the night book, the leaves of Ye Shaoweng and Wu are chilling, and the autumn wind on the river is moving. I know that children choose to promote weaving, and a lamp fell on the fence at night. Mount Yishui in Guazhou, Wang Song Anshi Jingkou, Guazhou, and Zhongshan is only a few mountains away. The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home? Homesick poems after class: quatrains Tang Du Fu Jiang Bi birds are too white, mountains are blue and white. I watched it again this spring. When is the year of return? Farewell Poems in Class: Gifts for Wang Lun and Li Bai. Li Bai was about to leave by boat when he suddenly heard singing on the shore. Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love. The Yellow Crane Tower bid Meng Haoran farewell to Yangzhou, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon. Don't go to Datang Gaolishi Huang Yun in the daytime, and the north wind blows geese and snow in succession. A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks? Yuan Er was sent to Anxi Tang, Wang Wei and Acropolis. The rain was light and the guest house was green and willow was new. I advise you to make a glass of wine and go out of Yangguan for no reason. The ancient poem "Farewell after class: Farewell to Furong Inn and Xin Qiji" Tang and Wang Changling entered Wu on a rainy night to bid farewell to Chu. If relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other, there is ice in the jade pot. Hometown work in the class: Hometown Book Tang He Zhang Zhi left home when he was young, and his local accent remained unchanged. When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from. After-school reunion: homecoming book Tang He Zhang Zhi has been away from his hometown for many years, and his personnel have been half exhausted recently. Only in front of Jinghu Lake, the spring breeze does not change the waves of the past. Miscellaneous scenes of ancient poems: a night-mooring near maple bridge, Frost Night, Jiang Feng, Fishing and Sleeping. In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship. Ancient Poems Blending with After-class Scenes: Miscellaneous Poems Tang Wang Wei You People from my old country, tell me what happened there! . When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? An ancient poem, reciting things in class and expressing ambitions: Mo Meiyuan, Wang Mian, a tree next to my home in West Wild Goose Lake, with faint ink. Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun. Zhu Zheng Xie insists that Castle Peak is not relaxed, and its root lies in the broken rock. After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight. Lime sings in the mountains, and fire burns idle. Even if it is smashed to pieces, I am not afraid, and I am willing to leave a clean one in the world. The ancient poem Ban Zan's mother's love: A wandering son recites Tang poems, Meng Jiao, the thread in the hands of a loving mother, making clothes for her wayward son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? After class, an ancient poem praising maternal love: Don't leave my mother Huang Jingren to visit her mother's river beam and watch her cry in vain. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time. Patriotic poem in class: I knew everything was empty after Song Luyou died, but unfortunately I didn't see Kyushu. Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news! The loyal minister got the news from the south bank of the river, and Du Fu's Tang Jian in the north suddenly spread to the north of Hebei. At first, I couldn't stop crying on my coat. Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily. On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine. Come back from this mountain, pass another mountain, go up from the south and then go north-to my own town! . Extracurricular patriotic poems will be seen at the hedge door to welcome the cold autumn night. I feel that Lu You went to the east of Wan Li River to enter the sea and climbed a skyscraper 5,000 meters. The adherents wept in the dust and looked south to Julian Waghann for another year. Poems describing the revolutionary spirit in class: Long March Mao Zedong 1935 10 The Red Army is not afraid of difficult expeditions, and Qianshan only has leisure. Wuling makes waves, and Wumeng takes mud pills. Jinsha River is warm in the clouds and cliffs, and Dadu Bridge is cold in the iron bars. I am glad to see that Minshan Mountain is covered with snow and stretches for miles. Our soldiers crossed it and showed a bright smile. Words describing the revolutionary spirit after class: qingpingle? The sky is high and the clouds are light in Mao Zedong of Liupanshan, and the geese flying in the south are broken. If you don't reach the Great Wall, you are not a hero, but you will fight for 20,000. At the top of Liupan Mountain, the red flag flutters in the west wind. Holding a long tassel today, when will it be a black dragon? There are words with scenes in the class: Bodhisattva wrote a book on the wall of Jiangxi, Xin Qiji, Song Yugu stepped off the Qingjiang River, and how many pedestrians cried in the middle. Looking at Chang 'an in the northwest, there are countless poor mountains. Castle peak can't cover up, after all, it flows east. In the evening, the river is gloomy and there are partridges in the mountains. Words describing scenery in class: recalling Jiangnan (Tang Dynasty), Bai Juyi loved Jiangnan, and the scenery once 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? Yugezi (Tang Dynasty) Egrets flew to the front of Mount Cisai, and peach blossoms flowed and mandarin fish were fat. 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. If you dream, Song will remember the sunset in Xiting, and you won't know the way back. 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. Qing Pingle Song Xin Qi Ji, with low eaves and green grass. Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it? 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. Bodhisattva? Mao Zedong, Dabaidi 1933 Red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple in summer, who is training with colors? After the rain, the sun went down again and the mountains were blue. In those days, the fierce fighting was urgent, and the village wall in front of the hole was punched to decorate the mountain. Now it looks better. Writing landscape poems after class: recalling Jiang Nanyi and Bai Juyi in Jiangnan (Tang Dynasty), and then recalling Wu Palace. Wu's wine and a cup of spring bamboo leaves. Wu Wa is addicted to the lotus dance. We will meet again sooner or later. When I think of Jiang Nanyi, Bai Juyi in the south of the Yangtze River (Tang Dynasty), I remember Hangzhou best: looking for laurel seeds in Zhongshan Temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion, when will I revisit it? Good Spring (Tang Dynasty) Ouyang Jiong's days are warm and long, which is a good spring. Bamboo shoots are fierce, and the body is ready to burst, bursting with green light. Flowers snuggle shyly in the snow dock, and the world is full of rich fragrance. Who cut the gold thread and hung it in the sunset? Recite things and express your heart in class: divination operator? Yongmei 196 1 year 65438+ February in Mao Zedong, the wind and rain return to spring, flying snow welcomes the spring. Although the icicles on the cliff are still hanging for miles. There is a sweet flower in it. Joe doesn't fight for spring, he only reports it. When the flowers bloom, she laughs in the bushes. Operator? Song Lu, Yongmei, is especially lonely outside the broken bridge. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, already exhausted, but also subject to wind and rain. Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care. Scattered into mud, rolled into dust, only fragrance remains. Other gardens are not worthy of Ye Song's pity, but Chai Fei will not be open for a long time. But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall. Drinking Chu Qing on the lake, Su Shi's water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. If you want to compare the West Lake to the West Lake, heavy makeup and light makeup are always appropriate. After all, the scenery of the West Lake in mid-June is different from that at four o'clock. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. Long song belongs to the Green Garden and sunflowers bask in the sun. Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity. I am always afraid that when the cold autumn comes, the trees in Ye Er will turn yellow and the grass will wither. The river runs to the sea, and when will it return to the west? A lazy youth, a lousy age. The seven-step poem Cao Zhi boiled beans for soup and fermented them into juice. Soak in the kettle, and the beans cry in the kettle. We are born from the same root, so why rush to speculate with each other? I went out of Wang Changling, the moon was bright and the Han dynasty was closed, and the Long March people did not return. But make Longcheng fly, and don't teach Huma to cross the Yinshan Mountain. Goose, goose, ode to goose, think of Xiang Tiange. White feathers, floating in green water; The red soles of the feet stir the clear water. The majesty of Mount Tai in Wangfu! Endless green spans Qilu and Qilu .. magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north. Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, birds are flying around in front of my nervous eyes ... trying to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet. Spring is like grass in Li Baiyan, and our mulberries bend out branches like moss here. When you miss your hometown, you were missed and sad a long time ago. Spring breeze, since I dare not know you, why should I separate the silk curtain beside my bed? ? Farewell, Wang Wei. I got off the horse and gave you a toast. I asked where you were going and why. You said you would go back to Zhongnanshan because you were not proud of your life. Just left, I want to ask again, look at the white clouds floating. The pass is cold in August, and cicadas sing mulberry trees. Through the gate and back, along the way, nothing but yellow reeds and grass. Heroes come to you and the ice, and they bury their lives in the dust. Learn to boast about brave rangers and horses. Wang Changling drinks, my horse, while we cross the autumn waters! The stream is cold and the wind is like a sword. The sunset on the vast battlefield has not yet fallen, and I saw Lintao County in the distance in the dark. The Great Wall once fought a fierce battle, saying that the frontier soldiers were in high spirits. Since ancient times, there have been sandstorms, bones everywhere and weeds everywhere. Guan Shanyue Li Bai Mingyue rises from the mountains in the sky, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds. The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass. At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai. This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive. The soldiers turned and looked at the border, thinking of home with longing eyes. The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away. Responder: In the spring, the escape manager level 4 2- 14 12:28 The bright moon rises from Tiantai Mountain in Guan Shanyue, in the boundless haze of the sea of clouds. The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass. At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai. This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive. The soldiers turned and looked at the border, thinking of home with longing eyes. The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away. Antique (1) Elegance is not made for a long time, but who will fail me? Wang is a creeping weed, and there were many hazelnuts in the Warring States period. Dragons and tigers eat each other, and soldiers fight to catch crazy Qin. What's the sound? I feel sad for the poet. The horse is making waves, and it is endless. Although the prosperity has changed, the charter has also fallen. Since Jian 'an came, beauty is not precious. Sundae restore ancient times, and clothes are expensive and halal. The group belongs to Ming Xiu and is transported by * * *. Brilliant literature, all the stars. I aim to delete the narrative and reflect the spring. If you want to be a saint, you will never get it. Antique (15) Yan Guo Kui Jian. Ju came from Zhao to Yan, and then Zou Yan came from Qi. But now the ruler has abandoned me like dust. They would rather spend pearls and jade on singing and dancing than on cultivating talents. At this moment, we understand why the Yellow Crane wants to fly away. Midnight Song: A new moon hangs over the capital Qiu Ge, and ten thousand laundry hammers are beating. The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border. Oh, when will the Tatar army be conquered and when will my husband come back from the long battle! ? Midnight Four Seasons Songs: Winter Songs. The messenger was leaving the next day. She was told that she had been sewing a soldier's dress all night. Thin hands are cold, not to mention the cold scissors for cutting clothes. When the work is finished, she sends it far away. When will it reach the town where the warrior stays? ? I'm picking flowers, and we'll pay the bill. When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles and throw your childhood. We live together in an alley in Qiantang, both young and happy. When I was fourteen, I became your wife, and I was too shy to laugh. And I bowed my head and went to a dark corner, where I refused to join the army for thousands of times. I went to the dark snow-capped mountains in Qinghai and Wang Changling to see the Yumenguan Pass in the lonely city. Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but the loulan is not returned.