Words to Recite in Literary Words

1. Classic Ancient Poetry Recitation

Just recite "Jiang Jin Wine", it's very powerful, "Jiang (qiāng) Jin Wine", by Li Bai (Tang Dynasty)! Don't you see, the mirror in the high hall is sad about the gray hair, like green silk in the morning and snow in the evening! I'm not sure if you're going to be able to enjoy your life to the fullest, so don't leave your golden bottle empty to the moon.

The natural talent is useful, a thousand gold scattered and (huán) come back. The first thing I want to do is to cook sheep and slaughter cows, and drink 300 cups of wine.

(会须：应) Cen (cén) Fu Zi, Dan Qiusheng, will (qiāng) into the wine, the cup does not stop. ... I will sing a song with you, and ask you to listen to it for me.

(Note: The Humanist version of the high school textbook can also be used as "listen with your ears".) Zhonggu zhuazhu (zhuàn) jade is not precious enough (Note: This can also be used as "not precious enough"), but I wish to be drunk for a long time and never wake up again.

In the past, the king of Chen feasted on Pingle (lè) and drank 10,000 cups of wine and bantered happily (xuè). The master said, "Why did you say that there was less money?" (Note: This can also be used as "less money".) The master said, "Why did you say that there was less money?

(Jìng: straight to the point.) The five-flower horse, a thousand gold furs (qiú), Hu'er will be (jiāng) out for a fine wine, with you to cancel ten thousand ancient sorrows.

2. 2. 2 ancient texts suitable for recitation

Chibi Foo In the fall of the year of 壬戌, in the month of July, Su Zi and his guests traveled in a boat under the Red Cliff.

The wind was blowing and the waves were not rising. He was so excited that he recited the poem of the bright moon and sang the song of "My Fair Chapter".

The moon was on the east mountain, hovering between the bulls. The moon was in the sky, and the water was shining brightly.

The moon is in the east of the mountains, and the moon is in the sky, and the white dew is across the river. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the world, and you will be able to see what is going on.

So the drink is very happy, buckle the gangway and sing.

Miu Miu Ruoxi, looking at the beauty of the sky." The first time he did this, he was playing a caveman, and he sang a song in harmony with it.

The sound was so loud that it was like a complaint, a sob, a whimper, and the aftermath curled up in an endless stream.

Suzi countenance, sitting upright and asked the guest said: "Why is it also?" The guest said: "'moon and stars, magpies fly south', this is not Cao Mengde's poem? Looking west at Xiakou and east at Wuchang, the mountains and rivers are so thick that it's hard to see if this is not Meng De's poem about being trapped in Zhou Lang. When he broke Jingzhou, went down to Jiangling, and went east with the current, he had a poopdeck of a thousand miles, flags covering the sky, kept his wine at the river, and wrote poems with a long lance, and he was really a great man of the world, but where is he now? What's more, I am with my son fishing and woodcutting on the river islet, with fish and shrimp and friends and elk; driving a flat boat, lifting a bottle to belong to each other. I'm not sure if I've ever seen a mayfly in the sky or the earth, but I've never seen one in the ocean.

I am sorry for the short time of my life, and I envy the infinite Yangtze River. I am not sure if I will ever be able to live in the world, but I will be able to live with the moon.

Knowing that it is not possible to get suddenly, to the last sound in the sad wind." Su Zi said: "Guests also know the water and the moon?

Cover will be viewed from its change, then the world had can not be a moment; from its unchanged and viewed, then things and I are endless. The first thing that I want to do is to make sure that I have a good idea of what I want to do. And between heaven and earth, things have their own masters; if it is not my all, although a millimeter and do not take.

But the wind on the river, and the mountains of the moon, the ear to get and for the sound, the eye meets the color, take the forbidden, inexhaustible, is the creator of the endless hidden, and I and the son of the **** food." Guest happy and laugh, wash the more drink.

The dishes of the nuclear both exhausted, the cup and plate were wiped out. We are in the boat with the pillow, do not know the white of the East.

Su Shi (1037~1101), the word Zizhan, the name Dongpo Jushi, the Northern Song Dynasty Meishan people. He is a famous literary scholar and one of the eight great masters of Tang and Song prose.

He was very learned and versatile, with high attainments in calligraphy, painting, poetry and prose. His calligraphy, together with Cai Xiang, Huang Tingjian, and Mi Fu, is known as the "Four Families of Song"; he was good at painting bamboo, trees, and rocks, and his theory of painting and calligraphy is also insightful.

is the Northern Song Dynasty after Ouyang Xiu, the leader of the literary world, prose and Ouyang Xiu, poetry and Huang Tingjian; his words are majestic, bold style, a change in the word of the euphemistic, and the Southern Song Dynasty, Xin Qiji and known as "Su Xin," *** for the bold school of lyricists. Red Cliff Fu is divided into the former Red Cliff Fu and the latter Red Cliff Fu.

Tengwangge sequence Wang Bo original text: Yuzhang County, Hongdu new House. The stars are divided into wings and square, and the land is connected to Henglu.

Lap three rivers and five lakes, control the barbarians and Jing and Ou Yue. The material and heavenly treasures, Longguang shot the ruins of Niudou; outstanding people, Xu Ru Chenfan's couch.

Xiongzhou fog column, handsome stars. The Taimin pillow Yi Xia's turn, the guests and hosts of the beauty of the southeast.

Governor Yan Gong's elegant hope, Kai halberd distant; Yuwen Xinzhou's Yi Fan, spend time at home. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a vacation, and I was so happy to see you.

The first time I saw the movie, I saw the movie, I saw the movie, I saw the movie, I saw the movie, I saw the movie, I saw the movie.

The scribbling water is clear and the cold pool is clear, and the smoke is condensed and the purple of the twilight mountains.

These are the first time I've ever seen a movie in the world, and I've never seen a movie in the world.

Pro emperor's son of the Cheung Chau, the old hall of the celestial beings.

The first time I saw the movie, I was in the middle of the movie, and I was in the middle of the movie.

Crane Ting Teal Islet, poor island of the haunting, Gui Hall Lan Palace, listed in the body of the mountains. Phi embroidered door, overlooking the carved roof, the mountain plains are open to its full view, Chuanze twisting its horror.

Lujiazui, the home of the bells and bells; barge ships, the axis of the yellow dragon of the green sparrow. The cloud is clearing up, and the color is clearing up the area.

The falling sun and the lonely ducks fly together, the autumn water **** long long sky a color. Fishing boat singing in the evening, the sound of poor Peng Li's shore, goose formation cold, sound broken Hengyang Pu.

The remote lapel is free, and the pleasure of going to and fro. The winds are fresh, and the white clouds are curbed by the delicate songs.

The green bamboos of the Garden of Saoxing are the bottles of Pengze; the Zhu Hua of Yeshui is the pen of Linchuan. The four beauties are all there, and the two are difficult to combine.

Poorly looking at the center of the sky, extremely entertaining in the spare time. The sky and the earth, the universe of the infinite; the sadness of the end of the Xing, knowledge of the number of the surplus and the void.

Looking to Chang'an under the sun, pointing to Wu will be in the clouds. The earth's terrain is extreme and the southern sea is deep, the heavenly pillar is high and the northern star is far away.

The mountains are hard to cross, who is sad about the people who lost their way? The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. The time is not the same, the fate is not the same.

Feng Tang is easy to age, Li Guang is hard to seal. The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night. The only thing we need is a gentleman who knows what he's doing and who knows what he's doing.

The old man is a strong man, and he would rather be a white man. Poor and hard, do not lose the will of the green clouds, discretionary greedy spring and feel refreshing, at the dry rut to be still happy.

Meng Taste noble, empty feelings of the country; Ruan Ji rampant, not the effect of the poor cry? I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.

The hairpin in the hundred years, the morning and evening in the ten thousand miles. The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it.

The other day, the court, I have to accompany the Lu pair; now this is holding hands, happy to support the Dragon Gate. Yang Yi did not meet, stroking the clouds and self-pity; Zhong period has met, playing running water to how ashamed? I'm sorry! The first time I saw this is when I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.

The Lanting is gone, Zize mound ruins. The first thing I want to do is to make sure that I have a good understanding of what is going on in my life, and that I am able to make a good decision.

Dare to exhaust my humble feelings, respectfully short quote, a word are endowed, four rhymes are complete.

Wang Bo (649 ~ 676 years), Han Chinese, Tang Dynasty poet. The word Zi'an.

Jiangzhou Longmen (present-day Hejin, Shanxi). Wang Bo and Yang Jiong, Lu Zhaolin and Luo Binwang were famous for their poems and writings, and were called "Wang Yang Lu Luo", also known as the "Four Heroes of the Early Tang Dynasty".

Wang Bo is the grandson of Wang Tong, a great scholar at the end of the Sui Dynasty (Wang Tong is a famous scholar at the end of the Sui Dynasty, and his name is Wenzi), Wang Tong had two sons, the first name is Fu Jiao, the second name is Fu Zhi, Fu Zhi that is Wang Bo's father, who served as a doctor of Taishang, the Secretary of the Yongzhou, the magistrate of the Crossroads, the magistrate of the Liuha County, and the governor of Qizhou. It can be seen that Wang Bo grew up in a family of scholars.

3. Request for a recitation of classic Chinese poetry

Poetry and elegance Poetry is a colorful dream, this dream has the smoke and willow painting bridge of the tantalizing rain and mist, there is the desert river of the distant sunset, there is a big wind and clouds fly, there is sitting alone in the west window candle cut flowers of the quiet thought ...... There was a time when I was sitting alone next to a corner window in a room, holding a volume of poetry, putting myself into the Once upon a time, sitting alone by the corner window of a room, holding a volume of poetry, integrating myself into the Tang winds and Song rains of a thousand years ago, watching the flowers blossom and fall, and the clouds roll in and out; once upon a time, letting my thoughts fly to the water and sky in the south of the Yangtze River, listening to the fishing boats singing in the evening and wondering if the sound of the bells in the middle of the night had arrived on the passenger boat; once upon a time, reading the love of each other in the light rain, despairing at the willow bank and the broken moon, and feeling sad about the ghost of the ancient koto; once upon a time, I actually wanted to go out and laugh at the sky, and singing "My Generation is not an Artemis"! People ...... read poetry like tea the more fragrant, or like wine the more mellow. Is a supreme spiritual enjoyment ...... spring flowers, summer night listening to cicadas, Xiao blowing the autumn moon, wine drinking winter frost, this is the lofty retreaters to pursue the ideal state of elegance and tranquility. Since they can not help the world, they chose to be alone, the landscape, "picking chrysanthemums under the East Fence, leisurely see the South Mountain" Yuanming chrysanthemum wine is both idle and wild. In the "peach red again with the rain, willow green more with the morning smoke" in the picturesque scenery, the only good quiet Wang Mochizuki would like to put a flat boat, traveling to the end of the water, sit and watch the clouds rise. The world-famous Meng Fu Zi is so loose and casual that he forgets to take the entrance examination for the sake of drinking, which is really "the red face abandons the Xuan Crown and the white head lies in the pine clouds". Elegant Lin and Jing only in the lonely mountain Yin garden plum, "the shadow across the water is shallow, dark fragrance floating moon dusk", this plum wife and son of the years of leisurely flow through the heart of how many literati.

... Tao Qian good leisure, Wang Wei good quiet, Meng Haoran loose, Lin and Jing high purity, poetry in their pen glittering with the light of the spirit, abiding by the free spiritual home. Sword fighting, horse trekking in Liangzhou, to finish the king's business, to leave behind the name, this is the heroic pursuit of the aggressive and tragic feelings. For this reason, Wei Wu waved his whip, Yue Mu rushed to the crown, put the Weng show children, Jiaxuan see the sword." Huangsha hundred battles through the gold armor, not broken Lou Lan will not return" Ding Ding vow blowing up the sands, vibration heart; "donate to the national tragedy, depending on the death of a sudden such as the return of" the clanging iron words through time, resonating through the clouds; "Born to be a must have a use for my talent, thousands of gold scattered also come back" of the grandeur of the ambition will always be in a place to scare you, so that you shoot the eucalyptus; An got a wide range of thousands of houses, sheltering the world's poor people are happy, "how can the compassion of the world does not let people have a lot of feelings. Such sentiments, a change in the softness of the literati, without the love and affection of the wind and snow, the iron bones of the nation's crest, how do not let a person respect the feelings! Poetry painting scenery, poetry, poetry, poetry, poetry, poetry. Just enjoy the fascinating scenery of the desert, and then taste "how much of the old Penglai, empty look back, smoke and mist" melancholy feelings; just sadness of the inexorable flowers fall away, and then excited in the "straight sailing the sea" of the clouds; just in the "90,000 miles of the wind and the roc is lifting up" of the proud words to roam, and then meditate on the "ask the channel where the water is clear, for there is a source of living water to come" of the profound philosophy. Poetry has words when there are no words, and love has no end when there is no end." Chenjiang fortunate since around the Chenshan, for whom flow down the Xiaoxiang go", he asked, but did not answer, to give you an introspection of no whereabouts, swallowed the words of the reason of no following, but the power of this silence but the strongest posture to move people." Want to talk about it, want to talk about it, but said the sky is cool and a good autumn", he said not sad, but let a person feel sad everywhere, this time the first, not a "sad" word. If you read the poem and find out the speechlessness behind his words, you will really understand the poem. The feeling of reading a poem is just like walking on a mountain boulevard, the beauty of the landscape often dazzles people and makes you intoxicated and mesmerized. Toon and moon, falling cliff wind, can not help but dance with the hands of the feet of the feet. Hold a cup of moonlight, flick a vein of poetry, the night is beautiful.

4. recite time in two minutes or so ancient text, masterpiece, poetry.

1. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to make it to the next stage. The rain is coming down. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get through the night. I'm so sorry, but I can't find the words to choke on. I miss the thousands of miles of smoke and mist, and the twilight mist is heavy and the sky is vast. I've been in love since the beginning of time. It is even more difficult to see the cold fall of the autumn festival. Where are you waking up tonight? On the willow bank, the wind and the moon are gone. The years gone by should be a good time and a good scene is not real. Even if you have a thousand kinds of feelings, how can you tell them to others. 2, Nian Nujiao Chibi Huai Gu (Su Shi) The great river goes east, the waves have been exhausted, a thousand winds and streams of characters. The west side of the old fortress, people say it is the Red Cliff of Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms. The rocks are piercing through the air, the waves are beating against the shore, and a thousand piles of snow are being swept up. The rivers and mountains are like pictures, how many great men and women are there at the same time. Thinking back to the days when Kung Jin and Xiao Qiao were first married, they were so handsome. With a feather fan and a silk scarf, the mast was destroyed in a flash of laughter. I have traveled to my homeland, and I have been laughed at for my early hair. Life is like a dream, a libation. 3、Man Jiang Hong (Yue Fei) The rain breaks over the fence. Lift up your eyes, look up to the sky and whistle long and passionately. Thirty years of fame and fortune, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. Don't wait for your youth to turn gray and be sad. The shame of Jingkang has not yet snowed; when will the hatred of the ministers be extinguished? When will the hatred of the imperialists be extinguished? I'll eat the flesh of the captives and drink the blood of the Huns with a smile. I will clean up the old mountains and rivers from the beginning, and go towards the Heavenly Palace. 4. Zou Ji Satirizes the King of Qi's Counseling Zou Ji is more than eight feet tall, and the declining sun is in the west. In his morning dress, he peeped into the mirror and said to his wife, "Which of me is as beautiful as Mr. Xu in the north of the city?" His wife said, "You are very beautiful, but Duke Xu is no match for you!" Xu Gong in the north of the city was the most beautiful man in Qi. JI was not confident, but asked his concubine again, "Which of me is as beautiful as Duke Xu?" The concubine said, "How can I be as beautiful as Mr. Xu?" Dan day, the guest from the outside, and sat down to talk, asked the guest said: "I and Xu Gong who is beautiful?" He said, "Mr. Xu is not as beautiful as you are!" Tomorrow, Xu Gong came. He looked at him and thought that he was not as good as him; he looked into the mirror and saw himself, but he was not as good as him. In the evening, he went to bed and thought: "My wife's beauty is for her own benefit; my concubine's beauty is for her fear of me; and my guest's beauty is for his desire to ask for me." So he went to the court to see King Wei and said, "I know that I am not as beautiful as Duke Xu, but my wife is selfish, my concubine is afraid of me, and my guest wants to ask for my favor, all of which are more beautiful than Duke Xu. Now Qi has an area of 1,000 kilometers and a hundred and twenty cities, and all the wives and concubines of the court are selfish to the king; all the court officials are afraid of the king; and all the guests within the four borders have requests for the king. From this point of view, the king's cover is very far!" The king said: "Good." Then he ordered: "The officials and citizens who can criticize me face to face for my faults will be rewarded at the top; the ones who write to me to advise me will be rewarded at the middle; the ones who can slander me in the city and hear my ears will be rewarded at the bottom." When the order was first issued, the court was full of people. After a few months, the officials were not always in a position to advise. After a period of years, there was no one who wanted to speak up. When Yan, Zhao, Han and Wei heard of this, they all went to Qi. This is the so-called victory over the court. 5. Moonlit Night of Spring River Flowers (Tang Dynasty, Zhang Ruoxu) The tide of the Spring River is even with the sea, and the bright moon*** is rising on the sea. Rippling with the waves of ten million miles, where the spring river without the moon! The river flows around Fangdian, and the moon shines on the flowers and forests like shrapnel; the frost in the air doesn't feel like flying, and the white sand on the statue can't be seen. The river and the sky are all in one color, and the moon is alone in the sky. When did you see the moon for the first time? When did the moon first shine on us? Life is endless from generation to generation, but the river and the moon look similar every year. I don't know who is waiting for the moon, but I see the Yangtze River sends the water flowing. The white clouds are going away for a long time, and the maple pond is full of sadness. Who is in the boat tonight? Where is the moonlit building? The moon is wandering around upstairs, it should be shining on the mirror of the departed. I can't roll it away from the curtain of the jade house, but I'm still pointing at the anvil of pounding clothes. At this time, we can't see each other, but we wish to shine on you with the moonlight. The geese and the geese are flying, and the fish and the dragon are leaping into the water. Last night I dreamed of fallen flowers in the pool, and I pity you for not returning home in the middle of spring. The river water flows in the spring, and the moon falls in the river pool and slopes to the west. The slanting moon sinks and hides the sea mist, Jieshi Xiaoxiang unlimited road. I don't know how many people return by the moon, the falling moon shaking love full of river trees. 6, reed reed (poetry - Qin Feng) reed reed pale, white dew for frost. The so-called Irena, in the water side. Traverse from the road, the road is long; Traverse from the swim, like in the middle of the water. Reed luxuriant, white dew is not clear. The so-called Iren, in the water. The way to go from, the road is blocked and among. He is in the water. The reed is growing, and the white dew has not yet appeared. The so-called Iren is in the water. The path is blocked and right. The path is blocked, and the right path is blocked. When reading these ancient texts and poems, first of all, we should first understand the writing background of their authors and the central idea of the poems, and experience the mood of the articles. Secondly, when reading, pay attention to the pronunciation of words, pay attention to sentence breaks, read slower when reading, can be matched with suitable background music, such as guzheng music "high mountains and flowing water" and so on. Thirdly, pay attention to adding emotions when reading. For example, some expressions, movements, gestures and so on. You can find a friend to help you practice, to see you recite, there is no immersive feeling.

5. Ancient poetry recitation contest, urgent

Farewell Kangqiao Gently I left, just as I gently come; I gently beckon, to bid farewell to the clouds of the western sky.

The golden willows along the river are the brides of the setting sun; the colorful shadows in the waves are rippling in my heart. The soft mud on the yellow floating heart, oily in the bottom of the water waving; in the soft waves of the Kanghe River, I am willing to be a water plant.

The pool under the elm shade is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky; it is crumbled between the floating algae, precipitating a rainbow-like dream. I'm looking for a dream. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.

But I can't sing, the silence is the psalm of parting; the summer insects are silent for me, the silence is the Kangqiao tonight!

But I can't play the song, the silence is the parting pianoforte; the summer insects are silent for me, the silence is the Kangqiao tonight!

6. The recitation of ancient poems for about two minutes. The classic and bold kind. The best is the word.

The road is difficult to travel (Li Bai) golden bottle of wine bucket ten thousand, jade plate of precious shame worth ten thousand money. I can't eat when I stop my cup and make chopsticks, and I look around with my sword drawn in disbelief. I want to cross the Yellow River, the ice is blocking the river, and the snow is filling the mountains. Fishing idly on the blue stream, I suddenly return to my boat to dream of the sun. The road is hard to travel, the road is hard to travel, there are so many different roads, where are they now? Inscription on the Wall in Prison (Tan Sitong) Looking at the door and thinking of Zhang Jian, enduring death for a short while and waiting for Du Gen. I will laugh at the sky with my sword and leave my liver and guts behind. Gift to Li Bai (Du Fu) In the fall, we are still drifting around, and I am ashamed of Ge Hong for not having made it to the dancers' sand; I spend my days drinking and singing wildly, and who is the one for whom I am so domineering and domineering? Broken Formations - For Chen Tongfu to send the strong words (Xin Qiji) Drunkenly picking lamps to look at the sword, dreaming of blowing the horn back to the camp. The eight hundred miles are under the banner, the fifty strings are turned over, and the soldiers are counted on the sand field in the fall. The horse is like the speeding of Dalu, and the bow is like the thunderbolt string. To finish the king's business, to win the fame in life. Pity the poor white man! Nian Nujiao, Red Cliffs and Ancient Memories Eastward the great river goes, the waves are exhausted, and a thousand winds and streams of men flow through the ages. To the west of the old fortress, people say it's the Red Cliff of Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms. Stones piercing through the air, waves lapping at the shore, rolling up a thousand piles of snow. The rivers and mountains are like pictures, how many great men and women are there at the same time. Thinking back to the days when Gongzhuan and Xiao Qiao were first married, they were so handsome. With a feathered fan and a silk scarf, the strongest captors were annihilated in a flash of smoke. I have traveled to my homeland, and I have been laughed at for my early hair. The human world is like a dream, and I'm still pouring out libation from the river and the moon. Jiang Cheng Zi, Out of the Hunting Ground in Mi Zhou. The old man is a young man with a wild heart. My hat and fur were on display, and a thousand horsemen rolled up the Pinggang. I want to repay the city and follow the governor by shooting tigers and watching Sun Lang. I'm so drunk that I'm still open, and my temples are slightly frosted, so what's the harm? When will I ever be able to dispatch Feng Tang with my sword in the clouds? I will pull my bow like the full moon and look northwest to shoot the wolf in the sky. Chen Tang (Han's deputy lieutenant in the western region) killed my envoy in South Vietnam and slaughtered him in nine counties; the king of Wan killed my envoy and his head was hanged in the north of the city; and the king of Joseon killed my envoy and he was killed instantly. Those who violate my strong Han, though far must be executed! A lifetime of thinking about breaking the red dust road sword hidden Lu Xuan hidden track of 10,000 battles claimed not to mention the edge of the birth of the two eyes Gomer Qunxiong spring meet June June as a dream, smile without trace, language without trace, fog Meng Guanshan fog Meng wind. The head down to think, but confused, the original imaginary boundary, up and down two blank, no one to comfort, the heart is cold as frost Full River Red - Write Huai (Yue Fei) angry hair, leaning over the fence, the dashing rain breaks. Lift up your eyes, look up to the sky and whistle long and passionately. Thirty years of fame and fortune, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. Don't wait to see your youthful head turn gray and be sad. The shame of Jingkang has not yet been averted; when will the hatred of the subjects be extinguished? When will the hatred of my son be ended? I will drive a long cart to break through the missing Helan Mountains. I've been hungry for the meat of the captives, and I've been thirsty for the blood of the Xiongnu. I'm going to clean up the old mountains and rivers from the beginning and face the Heavenly Palace. The heroes of the world come from my generation, once they enter the jungle, the years rush by. I can't beat the drunkenness of life. Sword and horseback riding and waving ghosts and rain, white bones like mountains and birds flying in fear. The world is like a tide, the people are like water, only sighing the jianghu a few people return. Summer Sonnet (Li Qingzhao): I was born a great man, but I will die a great man. I still think of Xiang Yu and refuse to cross the Jiangdong River. Xuanshou Xieyi Lou Preserved Farewell School Book Cloud (Li Bai) abandon me to go yesterday's day can not be stayed, chaotic my heart today's day more disturbed, the long wind for ten thousand miles to send the autumn geese, which can be sound sound high building. The article of Penglai Jianan bone, the middle of the small Xie and Qingfa. I want to go up to the blue sky to catch the bright moon. I want to go up to the blue sky to catch the bright moon. I want to cut off the water with a knife and raise a glass to dispel my sorrows. If you are not satisfied with your life, you can go out and look for a flat boat tomorrow. The first time I was caught in the middle of the night (Wang Jingwei), I became obsessed with the street stone, Cangbo 10,000 miles of sadness; lone flight is not tired, shyly chasing the waves of the sea floating Shakes purple and red, from the knowledge that the rendering of the difficult; he was a good flower hair, recognizing the blood stains of the generous song of the Yan City, from the Chu prisoners; lead the knife into a quick, not to live up to the youthful head of the heart to remain in the soul of the remnants of the body into the ashes of the robbery; the light of green phosphorus will not be extinguished, night and day to shine on the Yan Terrace.

7. Classic Poetry Recitation

The ideal sunny water-like transparent body is fascinating, it begins with a book an unintentional look and a bizarre story that is hazy and unknown cause. The song of the birds in the sky is no longer interrupted by the melting of the snow, and the bright spring beyond the mountains is still a hint of youth, which responds to the call of an earthly heart with a green flow. Ideal sunlight is reflected by water and its body, and then the inverted perception and figure are like a story that connects to another story that continues to form its own body and world. Let the desert recede and let the clouds of concentration and the thoughts of the heart drift away, let the fearless spirits of the earth play a holy and enduring music, and let the thoughts of destiny and enlightenment go straight to the front. The sunlight of the ideal is hidden in the blue and deep meaning of the water, and its contemplation from far and near, from near and far, is approaching step by step, approaching the murmurings of the real and the unreal, and the migrations that are forgotten by the dreams of greed, by the conscience, and by the eyes of the unknowing, and all those words of love must be dispersed by the wind. All those words of love must be the ideal brought about by the perception of life on the sunlight and the lurking thoughts in the soul, just like the ancient words of this spring how to use the hands of the heart to touch and read in order to make the wisp of emotion in the ideal of the future2008-04-0521:04:59 owner of the future had a lot of dreams, such as inserting the wings and flying freely, or carrying a bag and wandering around, or living in seclusion, or the future of the world. I've had many dreams about the future, such as putting on wings and flying freely, such as carrying a backpack, wandering around, or living in the mountains, like a wild crane, and my current dream is to have a resting place in this strange city, with a small house and large floor-to-ceiling windows, where the morning sunlight floods the corners, in the melody of light and shadow, slowly recalling the past, and the flatness of the confusion of the clouds through the illusion of the clouds, and then clearing up.

8. What are some of the "ancient poems" that are suitable for recitation

Mid-Autumn

Mid-Autumn

Li Park The mirror rises up in the sky in a bright white sky, and there is no sound from the clouds.

The Moon on the Fifteenth Night of the August Moon (Tang) Liu Yuxi, the moon of this night, washes the world once again. The moonlight is a great blessing to the world, and it is a great blessing to the world, and it is a great blessing to the world.

The stars are shining, the wind and dew are shining. The first time I saw it, it was a very good one, and the second time I saw it, it was a very good one, and it was a very good one.

"Song of Water" (Song) Su Dongpo In the Mid-Autumn Festival of the year cingchen, I drank a lot. I was so drunk that I wrote this piece, and I also remembered Ziyu.

When is the moon? I don't know when the moon will come out, but I'm going to ask it. I want to go back to the wind, but I am afraid that the jeweled buildings are too high to be cold! I want to dance, but I'm afraid the jade palace is too high to be visited. I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure what I'm talking about, and I'm not sure what I'm talking about.

There should not be hate, when long to the other round? But I wish you a long time, a thousand miles of **** Canyuan Juan.

"Mid-Autumn Moon" (Song) Su Shi Twilight clouds overflowed with the cold, the silver and the silent turn of the jade disk, this life this night is not long good, the bright moon next year where to see.

Hou Yi (姮娥) asked her what she would do if she was deceived by her gray hair! Hou Yi (姮) is a woman of the world, and her name is Hou Yi (姮).

The people of the world are more clear and bright.

The hand has not climbed the Dan Gui, to still roll the edge of the banana; climbed the building to make a sad assignment, the west look at the sea and the sky is far away.

The Torment

The night is deep, the moon hangs high in the sky, there is no sound; the eyes of the sleeper are hazy, it is like a dream; the sleeper is wandering around in a state of restlessness, the homeland is haunted by the brain; the suffering is tormented, and the return to the empty, like the burning of the king's heart.

This year, on the 15th night of the 8th month, in front of the water pavilion at the head of the Penpu sand. The first time I saw it, I was in the middle of the night, and the second time I saw it, I was in the middle of the night, and the third time I saw it.

Yesterday, the wind blew and no one would, and tonight the light is as clear as in previous years. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.

The first thing you need to do is to raise your glass and invite the moon to come out. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.

The moon is a shadow, and I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to make it to the spring. I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it.

--Li Bai, "Drinking alone under the moon" The moon is out of the sky, between the clouds and the sea. The wind is blowing for tens of thousands of miles, and it is blowing through the Jade Gate.

--Li Bai, "The Moon in the Mountains" The light of the moon in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. The moonlight in front of the bed, the moonlight in front of the bed, the frost on the ground.

-- Li Bai "Silent Night Thoughts" The bright moon on the sea, the end of the world **** this time. The lover complains about the distant night, and even the night starts to think of each other!

-- Du Fu "moonlit night memory of my brother" Autumn sky bright moon hanging, glossy dew stained wet. The moon is bright in the fall sky, and the light is wet with dew.

--Meng Haoran, "Wistfulness in the Moonlight of the Autumn Night" On the fifteenth night of the eighth month in the past, I was at the apricot garden by the Qujiang Pond. This year, on the 15th night of the 8th month, in front of the water pavilion at the head of Penpu Shatou.

Northwest look home where is, southeast to see the moon a few times round. The wind blew yesterday, and no one would meet, but tonight the light is as clear as in past years.

-- Bai Juyi, "The Night of August 15th, Pen Pavilion, Looking at the Moon" The white trees in the courtyard are full of crows, and the cold dew is silent and wet. Tonight the moon is bright and people are looking at it all, I don't know whose home the thoughts of autumn have fallen on.

It may not be the case that the woman has no regrets, but the jade toad is cold and the osmanthus flower is lonely.

The moonlight is easy to be low and the people are easy to be separated, so I will call for more wine and look at it again.

The moonlight in front of the hall is more and more clear and beautiful, and the cold cicada is sounding the dewy grass. The moonlight in front of the hall is getting clearer and clearer, and the cold cicada is singing in the dewy grass.

The Nandu people are not ashamed to be poor, and there are a few people who write poems to the moon.

The most important thing to remember is that it's not just about the moon, it's about the moon, it's about the sky.

This night will not be long, but the bright moon will be there next year.

This night is not long enough to be good, but the moon will be next year.

If there is no moon household in the sky, the osmanthus branch will be damaged to the west wheel.

But the call to take, jade fiber transverse flute, a blow cracked ...... If you get a long round such a night, the human condition may not see Cheng Fai.

Worship the Chinese star of the fall of a few, about the bright moon of the floating raft.

Gradually on the distant smoke floating grass, suddenly rely on the high pavilion fell in front of the eaves.

The boat was moored at sunset on the west side of the city, and the boat was raised to the long bridge to see the roundness of the bridge.

The highest peak of the moon is a thousand miles away, and the wind is swift and the sails are light and the swallows are in line. --Zhang Huangyan, "Boat Mid-Autumn" 3, describing the Dragon Boat Festival ancient poems Dragon Boat Festival (Tang) Wen Xiu section of the Dragon Boat Festival since who said, the ancient rumors for Qu Yuan; laugh at the empty Chu River, can not be washed straight ministers wrong.

Seven lines. Duanwu (Tang) Yin Yaofan Youth festival times more sentimental, old who knows the feelings born; do not effect Ai Fu tend customs, but pray for bushels of wine words of peace. The sideburns add white head day by day, the durian brocade year by year to illuminate the eyes; a thousand years of wise and foolish with the instantaneous, a few people annihilation a few pendant name.

The Song of the Race (excerpt) (Tang) Zhang Jianfeng On the 5th day of May, the sky was clear and bright, and the poplars crowed the eagles around the river. The two dragons look at the mark as if they were in a flash; the people on the slope call for thunderbolts, and the colors on the pole hang in a rainbow halo; the boat in front has already won the mark, and the boat behind loses the momentum and swings in vain. The Festival Gate. Duan Yang (Qing Dynasty) Li Jingshan Cherry mulberry and calamus, and buy a pot of Xionghuang wine.

Outside the door hangs a yellow paper post, but I suspect that the owner of the account is afraid of the talisman.

4, describing the Lantern Festival of the ancient poems: "the fifteenth night of the first month" (Tang) Su Dao taste fire trees and silver flowers, star bridge iron locks open, the lamps and trees thousands of light. The moon is coming.

All the prostitutes are full of ugly memories, and all the songs are full of fallen plums. The first time I saw a movie, I was in the middle of it, and the second time I saw a movie, I was in the middle of it.

The Night of the New Year (Tang) Cui liquid Jade leaks and copper pots, do not rush, the iron gate and golden locks are open all night long; who can sit idly when seeing the moon, and where to hear the lights do not look.

The colorful colors are far away from the ground, and the light is far away from the sky. The stars are falling from the sky, and the moon is hanging from the building.

Don't have a thousand gold smiles to reflect in front of nine branches.

The three hundred insiders danced with their sleeves, and one entered the sky.

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