2002 Humanistic Version of Primary School Language Textbook Stories

The first book: "Silent Night Thoughts" by Li Bai

Silent Night Thoughts

Li Bai

The light of the bright moon in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. When I raise my head to look at the bright moon, I look down and think of my hometown.

Next book: "Spring Dawn" by Meng Haoran, "Village Dwelling" by Gao Ding, "What I See" by Yuan Mei, "Small Pond" by Yang Wanli

Spring Dawn (Meng Haoran)

Spring sleeps without realizing the dawn, and the crowing birds are heard everywhere. The wind and rain come at night, and I know how many flowers have fallen.

Village Dwelling Gao Ding

The grass grows long and the warblers fly in February, and the willows on the embankment are drunk with smoke. The children return early from school, busy taking advantage of the east wind to release paper kites.

What I Saw Yuan Mei

The shepherd boy rode a yellow ox and sang to the trees. I wanted to catch the cicadas, but suddenly I closed my mouth.

Small Pond Yang Wanli

The spring has no sound, and the shade of the tree loves the water. The small lotus is only showing its tip, and the dragonfly is already on top of it.

Primary School Grade 2

The first book: "For Liu Jingwen" by Su Shi, "Walking on the Mountain" by Du Mu, "A Book of Returning to the Countryside" by He Zhizhang, and "For Wang Lun" by Li Bai

For Liu Jingwen by Su Shi

The lotus is exhausted, and the chrysanthemums still have frosty branches. I'm sure you'll remember that it's the best time of the year, when the orange is yellow and the tangerine is green.

Mountain Walk Du Mu

The stone path on the cold mountain is slanting in the distance, and there are people's homes where the white clouds are born. I love the maple forest in the evening, and the frosty leaves are redder than the February flowers.

He Zhizhang

Many years have passed since I left my hometown, and recently I have been half worn out. Only the water of the mirror lake in front of the door, the spring breeze does not change the old waves.

Give Wang Lun Li Bai

Li Bai was about to leave on his boat when he heard the sound of singing on the shore. The Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun's love for me.

Next book: "Grass" by Bai Juyi, "Staying at Xu Gong Dian in Xinshi" by Yang Wanli, "Looking at the Waterfalls of Mt. Lu" by Li Bai, and "The Last Verse" by Du Fu (Two Orioles Singing in Cui-Cui Willow)

Fu Der Gu Yuan Grass to Send Farewell by Bai Juyi

The grass on the plains is a blight on the grass, but the grass is not burned out by wildfires, the spring breeze blows away the grass, and the grass is not burned out. The wildfire cannot be eliminated, but it grows again in the spring breeze.

Far away, the fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green sky connects the deserted city. I'll send the king's grandchildren away again, but I'm full of farewell feelings.

Staying at Xugongdian in Xinshi, Yang Wanli

The hedges are sparse and the paths are deep, and the flowers on the trees have not yet fallen into the shade. The yellow butterflies, which the children were chasing, flew into the cauliflowers and were nowhere to be found.

Li Bai (李 白)

日照香炉生紫烟，遥看瀑布挂前川。 The waterfalls are three thousand feet straight down, suspected to be the Milky Way falling into the nine heavens.

Du Fu

Two yellow orioles are singing in the green willow, and one egret is going up to the blue sky.

The window contains a thousand snowy autumns in the West Ridge, and the door is moored to a ship of ten thousand miles in the East Wu. I know that there are children picking and weaving, and that a lamp is brightly lit in the hedge at night.

Memories of Shandong Brothers on September 9 Wang Wei

We are alone in a foreign land, and we miss our relatives twice as much at festivals. I know that my brothers are climbing up to the top of the mountain, but they are not alone in their efforts to put a cornelian cherry on the ground.

Li Bai, Tang Dynasty

The Gate of Heaven interrupts the opening of the Chu River, and the blue water flows eastward to this return. The green hills on both sides of the river are opposite to each other, and the lone sail comes by the side of the sun.

Drinking the rain after the first clearing on the lake (Northern Song Dynasty) Su Shi

The water is glistening and clear, and the rain is also strange. I would like to compare the West Lake with the West Lake, but I am not sure if I can make it up as much as I would like it to be.

Next book: "Winged Willow" by He Zhizhang, "Spring Day" by Zhu Xi, "Begging for a Handicap" by Lin Jie, "Chang'e" by Li Shangyin

Winged Willow by He Zhizhang

The jasper is made up to form a tree, and ten thousand stripes of green silk are draped down. I don't know who cuts out the fine leaves? The February spring breeze is like scissors.

Spring Zhu Xi

The day of the victory of the fragrance of the Surabaya, the boundless light of a new moment. I can't wait to recognize the face of the east wind, it's always spring.

Begging for a coincidence Tang - Lin Jie

This evening, the seven eve to see the blue sky, pulling the ox and weaving girl across the river bridge. Every family begs for the moon and wears tens of thousands of red threads.

The Chang'e, Li Shangyin

The mica screen has a deep candle shadow, and the stars are sinking in the long river. Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, and the blue sea and the blue sky are in the heart of the night.

Fourth Grade

The first book: "The Western Forest Wall" by Su Shi, "Touring the Western Villages of Shanxi" by Lu You, "The Yellow Crane Tower Sends Meng Haoran to the Guangling Mountains" by Li Bai, and "Sending Yuan Er to Anxi" by Wang Wei

The Western Forest Wall by Su Shi

The peaks of the mountains are different from one another, and they vary from near to far and from high to low. I don't know the true face of Mount Lushan, but I am here in the mountain.

You Shanxi Village Lu You

Mo laugh at the peasant family wax wine muddy, the year of plenty of guests to stay enough chicken and dolphin. There is no way out of the mountain, but there is another village in the darkness.

The drums and pipes follow the Spring Festival, and the ancient style of simple and simple dress survives. If you want to ride the moon, you can knock on the door with a stick at any time of the night.

The Yellow Crane Tower sent Meng Haoran to Guangling, Li Bai

The old man left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. I can see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky.

Sending Yuan Er to Anxi, Wang Wei

It is moist with rain, and the willows are new. I would like to advise you to have a glass of wine, and to leave the Yangguan Pass in the west without an old friend.

Next Book: Li Bai, "Sitting Alone in Jingting Mountain"; Liu Yuxi, "Looking at Dongting"; Bai Juyi, "Remembering the South of the River"; Weng Roll, "April in the Countryside"; Fan Chengda, "Miscellany in the Field and Garden in the Four Seasons"; and Zhang Zhihe, "The Fisherman's Song."

Sitting Alone in Jingting Mountain, Li Bai

All the birds have flown away and all the lonely clouds are gone alone. I'm not tired of looking at each other, but only at Jingting Mountain.

Liu Yuxi

The light of the lake, the moon and the autumn moon are in harmony, the surface of the lake is not windy and the mirror has not been polished. The mountains of Dongting are not green, and there is a green snail on a silver plate.

Remembering the South of the River Bai Juyi

The South of the River is good, the scenery is old and familiar. The flowers of the river are more red than fire, and the water of the river is as green as blue in spring. I'm not sure if I'm not remembering the south of the river.

April in the Countryside

The green mountains are full of white rivers, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of Zigui. In April in the countryside, there are fewer people who are idle, and they are working on the silkworms.

The Four Seasons of the Field and the Garden

Springtime Fan Chengda

The soil paste wants to move and the rain often urges, ten thousand grasses and thousands of flowers open at a rate. The barren field behind the house is still green, and the neighbor's bamboo shoots are coming over the wall.

Fishing Songs Zhang Zhihe

White herons fly in front of Xisai Mountain, and Mandarin fish are fat in peach blossom water. The green Ruo hat, the green straw raincoat, the wind and the rain do not need to return.

Fifth grade

The first book: "Mooring the Boat to Guazhou" by Wang Anshi, "Autumn Thoughts" by Zhang Ji, "Long Xiang Si" by Nalan Seide

Mooring the Boat to Guazhou by Wang Anshi

Beijingkou and Guazhou are separated by water, and the Zhongshan Mountain is only separated by a few heavy mountains. When will the moon shine on me?

Autumn Thoughts Zhang Ji

The autumn breeze in the city of Luoyang made me want to write a letter. I'm afraid that I can't say it all in a hurry, so I'm going to write it again.

Long Xiang Si Nalan Seide

The mountain is a journey, the water is a journey, the body to the Yuguan that side of the line, deep in the night, a thousand tents light.

The wind and the snow have been a constant, shattering the dreams of the countryside, and there is no such sound in the hometown.

Next book: "The Shepherd Boy" by Lv Yan, "Boat Past Anren" by Yang Wanli, "Qing Ping Le - Village Dwelling" by Xin Qiji

The Shepherd Boy Lv Yan

The grass is spread out across the field for six or seven miles, and the flute makes the evening wind blow three or four times. When I return to my home after dusk, I do not take off my straw raincoat and lie down in the moonlight.

Boat past Anren (Song) Yang Wanli

Two children in a fishing boat, sitting in the boat, stopping their rows. The two children were sitting in the boat. They opened their umbrellas to cover their heads, not to shield their heads from the wind.

Qing Ping Le - Village Dwelling Xin Qiji

The thatched roof is low, and the grass is green on the stream. Who is the old woman with white hair?

The eldest child is hoeing beans on the east side of the stream, the middle child is weaving a chicken coop. I like the little ones the most, they are lying in the stream and peeling the lotus seedpods.

Book XII:

Bu Suan Zi

Plum Blossom

Mao Zedong December 1961

The wind and rain send spring back, and the snow welcomes spring. The cliffs are already frozen, but the flowers are still pretty. They don't fight for spring, but only report it. When the flowers are in full bloom, she will be laughing in the bushes.

Bu Suan Zi

Plum Song Lu You

By the broken bridge outside the post, there is no owner for the lonely bloom. It's already dusk and I'm alone with my sorrows, but the wind and the rain are even worse. I have no intention of fighting for spring, but I am jealous of all the flowers. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it," he said.

Bodhisattva Barbarian

Dabai Di

Mao Zedong, Summer 1933

Crimson, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, and Purple, who dances in the air with a colorful practice? After the rain, the sun sets, and the mountains of Guan Shan are pale. In the days of fierce battles, the village wall in front of the bullet hole. I'd like to decorate this mountain, but it looks better today.

Show me the children

Song Lu You

Death knows that all things are empty,

but the sadness of not seeing the nine states together.

When the king's division is determined in the middle of the plains,

the family will not forget to tell their ancestors about their sacrifices.

When I heard that the official army had taken over Henan and Hebei

Tang Du Fu

There was a rumor that the sword had suddenly taken over the northern part of the Thistle, and when I first heard it, my clothes were full of tears and snot.

But when I look at my wife's sorrows, I am so happy that I can't stop scrolling.

It's a good idea to sing songs in the daytime, and to return to your hometown with a youthful companion.

This is the first time I've ever been to Luoyang.

Changgehang

The sunflower in the green garden, the morning dew is waiting for the sun to dry.

Yangchun spreads virtue, and all things are radiant.

It is often feared that the fall festival will come, and K'ung's yellow leaves will decline.

When will the hundred rivers return to the sea?

If you don't make an effort, you will be sad in your old age.

Out of the Sai

Tang Wang Changling

The moon is bright in Qin Dynasty, and Han Dynasty is closed,

Ten thousand miles of the Long March has not yet returned.

But the Flying General in Dragon City is here,

No one will teach the Hu horses to cross the Yinshan Mountain.

Seven-step poem

Three Kingdoms Cao Zhi

Boiled beans for soup, liquefied black beans for juice,

Beanstalks under the kettle, beans in the kettle weeping.

Beanstalks are under the kettle, beans are crying in the kettle.