Volume I: Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night
Thoughts in the dead of night
Lipper
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already? I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Volume 2: Meng Haoran in Chunxiao, Gao Ding in the Village, Yuan Mei in What I See and Yang Wanli in Xiaochi.
Xiao Chun (Meng Haoran)
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep. How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
Gaoding village house
In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willow branches are drunk. The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.
See Yuan Mei.
Cowboys ride on the backs of oxen, and songs echo in the forest. Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently.
Koike yang Wanli
The silence of spring is because I don't want a long stream of water, and the shadow reflected on the water is like sunny days and breezes. The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.
Second grade of primary school
Volume 1: Zhi, Su Shi, Shan Xing, Du Mu, Homecoming Book, He, Wang Lun and Li Bai.
Su Shi in Liu Jingwen.
The lotus flower withered, so did the lotus leaf holding the rain, and only the branches of chrysanthemum stood proudly against the frost. You must remember the best scenery in a year, which is in the late autumn and early winter of orange and green.
Xing Shan Dumu
As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Go back to your hometown and write to him.
I have been away from my hometown for many years, and I have been half-dead recently. Only in front of Jinghu Lake, the spring breeze does not change the waves of the past.
To Wang Lun and Li Bai.
Li Bai was just about to leave when he heard a farewell song from the shore. Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.
Volume II: Grass by Bai Juyi, Xugongdian in Xincheng by Yang Wanli, Wanglushan Waterfall by Li Bai and Jueju by Du Fu.
Farewell to Gu Cao Bai Juyi
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey. I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.
Yang Wanli of Su Xinshi Xugong Branch
The fence is sparse, a path leads to the distance, and the petals on the tree fall, but the shade has not yet formed. The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again.
Wang Lushan Waterfall Li Bai
The purple mist is illuminated by sunlight, and the waterfall hangs in front of the mountain. 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.
Du fu's quatrains
"Two orioles sing green willows, and egrets cover the sky."
My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.
The third grade of primary school
Volume 1: Ye Shaoweng in Night Book, Wang Wei in Memories of Jiuri Mountain's East Brothers in September, Li Bai in Wangtianmen Mountain, and Su Shi in Chuqing after Drinking Rain in the Lake.
Ye Shaoweng seen in the night book
The rustling leaves send the cold sound, and the autumn wind moves the guests on the river. I know that children choose to promote weaving, and a lamp fell on the fence at night.
Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brother Wang Wei in Shandong.
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
Wang Tianmen Shantang Li Bai
Tianmen interrupted the opening of the Chu River, and Higashi Shimizu came back here.
Su Shi (Northern Song Dynasty) on Lake Chuqing after Drinking Rain
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy. If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate.
Volume 2: He, Zhu, Chang 'e and Li Shangyin.
Liu Yong and Zhang Zhi
Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries. I wonder who cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Chunzhu
Beautiful spring outing in Surabaya, the endless scenery is new. Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere.
Qiao Qi Tang Linjie
See Bixiao tonight on Tanabata, and cross the river bridge with the cowherd and the weaver girl. Every family watches the autumn moon, and every family wears HongLing.
Changshangyin
The mica screen was dyed red by thick candles, and the Milky Way gradually tilted towards the morning star. Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night.
Fourth grade of primary school
Volume 1: Su Shi's Tour of Shanxi Village, Lu You's Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou by the Yellow Crane Tower, and two ambassadors to Yuan Dynasty, Li Bai and Wang Wei.
Tixilin stone
Looking at Lushan Mountain from the front and side of peaks and valleys, from far, near, high and low places, Lushan Mountain presents various faces. I can't recognize the true face of Lushan Mountain because I am there.
Shanxi village tourism
Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich. There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.
The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply. In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane.
Yellow crane tower-Meng Haoran's farewell to Yangzhou Li Bai
Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers. 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.
The second ambassador of Paiyuan, Anxi Wangwei.
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 I advise you to have a glass of wine. There is no reason not to go out.
Volume 2: Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain, Li Bai, Wang Dongting, Liu Yuxi, Yi Jiangnan, Bai Juyi, April in the countryside, Four Seasons Pastoral, Fan Chengda, son of a fisherman, Zhang.
Li Bai sat alone on Jingting Mountain.
The birds flew without a trace, leaving the lonely clouds free and unfettered. You look at me, I look at you, and there are only my eyes and Jingting Mountain's eyes.
Wang Dongting and Liu Yuxi
The lake and the moon set each other off, and there is no wind on the pool surface, so don't wipe the mirror.
Yi Jiangnan Bai Juyi
The scenery in Jiangnan is very beautiful, and the picturesque scenery has long been 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?
Weng Juan in April in the countryside.
The mountains and plains are all green, and the sound of Zigui is raining like smoke. In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.
Four Seasons Tianyuan Zaquan Fan Chengda
The paste of the earth is constantly urged by the rain, and all flowers bloom. Out of the house, the boundary is still green and beautiful, and the neighbor's whip bamboo shoots come over the wall.
Yugezizhang
In front of Mount Cisse, egrets fly freely, plump mandarin fish swim happily on the river, and peaches floating on the water are so bright and full. 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.
Fifth grade in primary school
Volume I: Wang Anshi of Guazhou, Zhang Ji of Qiu Si, Nalan Xingde of Sauvignon Blanc.
Wang Anshi anchored in Guazhou.
Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains. Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me?
Qiu Si Zhangji
The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start. When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.
Sauvignon blanc nalanxingde
A ride on the mountain, a ride on the water, and a trip to Guan Yu, with thousands of lights at night.
When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden.
Volume II: Shepherd's Baby, Lv Yan, Boating Peace, Yang Wanli, Qingpingle-Village Residence (low eaves) and Xin Qiji.
Mu Tong Lv Yan
The grass shop is six or seven miles away from the field, and the flute makes the night wind three or four times. Come back from a full meal at dusk and lie in the moonlight without taking off your hemp fiber.
Crossing Anren (Song) and Yang Wanli
On a fishing boat, there are two children. They put away their bamboo poles, stopped their oars and sat on the boat. No wonder it didn't rain. They opened the umbrella. They didn't want to protect the rain, but wanted to use the umbrella as a sail to let the boat go forward.
Xin Qiji Qingpingle Village Residence
The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with 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.
Book 12:
Bu operator
Plum blossom ode
Mao Zedong 196 1 year 65438+ February.
Spring leaves in the storm; With the snow, it came back. 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.