Sixth grade is required to recite ancient poems.

The news of this distant western station! The north has been recovered! 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! . When Song Luyou died, he knew that everything was empty, but he looked at Kyushu sadly. 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!

Like a bird, she still flapped her wings and felt sorry for herself, leaving Beijing for more than ten years. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone in the world doesn't know you.

Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

In the green garden, sunflowers are exposed to the sun. Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity. I'm often afraid that autumn festivals will come, and the leaves of yellow flowers will wither. The river runs to the sea, and when will it return to the west? A lazy youth, a lousy age.