Appreciation of ancient poems in the ninth grade, what are the extracurricular poems in the ninth gr

The last four of the nine extracurricular ancient poems are:

1. Nan'an Army.

Wen Tianxiang Song Dynasty

Meihua North and South Road, wind and rain wet clothes.

Who is out of the ridge with? Homecoming!

The mountains and rivers are eternal, and the city is not for a while.

Starve to death Zhenwuzhi, and pick roses in dreams.

Translation: From south to north, I walked through the mouth of the Great Yuling Ridge, and my clothes were wet from wind and rain all the way.

Thinking of the companions who went to Nanling, they returned to their hometown as prisoners.

The rivers and mountains of the motherland will last forever for thousands of years, and the city will only temporarily fall into the hands of the enemy.

It is my true wish to die on a hunger strike, and in my dreams, I also learned from Uncle Boyi, eating wild vegetables to satisfy hunger and wait for death.

2. Don't be in the clouds.

Xia Wanchun Ming Dynasty

Three years of detention of tourists, today and the southern crown.

Infinite mountains and rivers tears, who says that the world is wide.

It is known that the spring road is near, and it is difficult to say goodbye to his hometown.

On the day of the return of perseverance, the spirit flag looks in the sky.

Translation: After three years of tossing and turning for the anti-Qing army, today the army was defeated and captured and became a prisoner.

The mountains and rivers are broken, the tears of sentimentality continue to flow, and the land is lost, who can say that the world is wide?

I already knew that my life was coming to an end, and it was really difficult to think of saying goodbye to my hometown.

On the day when my soul returns, I will see the ranks of my successors in the air to resist the Qing army.

3. Mountain slope sheep and Lishan nostalgia.

Zhang Yanghao Yuan Dynasty

Lishan looked around, Ah Fang was burned, where was the luxury at that time? I saw that the grass was sparse and the water lingered. I still hate the smoke tree. The nations of Zhou, Qi, Qin, Han and Chu. Win and become dirt; Lost, all turned into dirt.

Translation: Standing on Lishan Mountain and looking around, the majestic and magnificent Afang Palace has been burned down. All that is visible in front of you is the sparse vegetation and the whirling stream of water.

By now, those resentments had vanished into the smoky woods. Think about how many emperors in Zhou, Qi, Qin, Han, Chu and other countries fought and killed for the world, and how did they win? How did you lose?

Isn't it all turned into dirt!

4. Singing the trumpet.

Wang Pan Ming Dynasty

Trumpet, suona, small and big music. The official ships come and go like hemp, and it all depends on you raising the price.

The army listened to the army's sorrows, and the people listened to the people's fears. **What is true and false?

What I saw blew over this house, blew over that house, and only blew the water and flew away!

Translation: Trumpets and suona, although the music is short, the sound is very loud. The frequent and chaotic comings and goings of official ships are all due to you to elevate your reputation and status.

The army was worried when they heard it, and the people were afraid when they heard it. What will be true and false?

Seeing that some people are bankrupt, and some people's vitality is greatly damaged, the river is blown up, the geese are running away, and the family is ruined!

After-school poems.

Guanmai Bai Juyi.

The Tian family has few idle months, and people are busy in May.

The south wind rose at night, and the wheat was covered with yellow.

The woman and aunt eat lotus. Tong Zhi brought the pot pulp and went with the field, and Ding Zhuang was in Nangang.

The family is hot and rustic, the back is scorching, and the heat is not known, but the summer is long.

There was a poor woman with her child beside her, her right hand holding a tassel, and her left arm hanging from a basket.

Listening to their words, those who hear it are sad.

The family land lost all the taxes, and they were hungry.

What merit do I have now, I was not a farmer.

There are 300 stones, and there is surplus grain in the year.

I am ashamed to remember this, and I will never forget it.

Moonlit night Liu Fangping.

The darker moonlight is half a family, and the Beidou is dry and the Nandou is oblique.

Tonight, I know that the spring is warm, and the sound of insects is new through the green curtain.

Shangshan morning trip Wen Tingyun.

Get up in the morning to march to the priesthood, and go to the hometown of sorrow.

The sound of chickens is in the month of Maodian, and the track is frosty on the bridge.

The mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and the citrus flowers shine on the post wall.

Because of the dream of Du Ling, the wild goose is full of return to the pond.

Bu operator, Yongmei, Lu You.

Outside the post on the side of the broken bridge, lonely and ownerless. It was already dusk and I was alone, and it was even more windy and rainy. has no intention of fighting for spring, and a group of people are jealous. Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant as before.

Break the formation Yan Shu.

When the swallow came, the pear blossom lagged behind Qingming. Three or four points of green moss on the pond, one or two yellow orioles at the bottom of the leaves, and the day is long and the flocculent is light. Qiaoxiao is a female companion in the east, and she is greeted in the mulberry picking path. Suspect that last night's spring dream was good, Yuan is winning today's fighting grass, and the smile is born from both faces.

Huanxi Sha Su Shi.

The clothes and towels fall jujube flowers, and the south of the village and the north of the village ring reeling (through the fake word) car. Niuyi Guliu sells cucumbers. The wine is sleepy, and the people are thirsty for tea. Knock on the door and ask the savage's house.

Drunken Huayin Li Qingzhao.

The mist is thick and the clouds are sad for eternity, and the brain is a gold beast. The festival is chongyang, the jade pillow yarn cupboard, the middle of the night is cool and the beginning is penetrated. After dusk, there is a dark fragrance on the sleeves. Mo Dao does not kill the soul, the curtain is swept by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

Nanxiangzi Dengjingkou Beiguting has Huaixin abandonment disease.

Where to look at China, full of scenery Beigu Building. How many things have risen and fallen through the ages? Long. The Yangtze River is endless. Young and ten-thousand, he sat down and the southeast war did not end. Who is the opponent of the heroes of the world? Cao Liu. Giving birth to a son should be like Sun Zhongmou.

Hillside sheep Lishan nostalgia Zhang Yanghao.

Lishan looked around, and Ah was burned, where was the luxury at that time? I saw that the grass was sparse and the water lingered. I still hate the smoke tree. The nations of Zhou, Qi, Qin, Han and Chu, win, all turned into soil; Lost, all turned into dirt.

Chaotianzi chanted the trumpet Wang Pan.

Trumpet, suona, and the song are small and big. The official ships come and go like hemp, and it all depends on you raising the price. The army listened to the army's sorrows, and the people listened to the people's fears. **What is true and false? What I saw blew over this house, blew over that house, and only blew the water and flew away!

Guanmai Bai Juyi.

The Tian family has few idle months, and people are busy in May.

The south wind rose at night, and the wheat was covered with yellow.

The woman and aunt are eating lotus, and the child carries the pot pulp, and goes with the field, and Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.

The feet are steaming in the summer and the sun is burning in the back.

I don't know the heat, but I regret the long summer.

And there was a poor woman, with a child beside her.

The right hand holds the ear, and the left arm hangs the basket.

Listening to their words, those who hear it are sad.

The family land lost all the taxes, and they were hungry.

What merit do I have now, I have not been a farmer.

There are 300 stones, and there is surplus grain in the year.

I am ashamed to remember this, and I will never forget it.

Moonlit night Liu Fangping.

The darker moonlight is half a family, and the Beidou is dry and the Nandou is oblique.

Tonight, I know that the spring is warm, and the sound of insects is new through the green curtain.

Shangshan morning trip Wen Tingyun.

Get up in the morning to march to the priesthood, and go to the hometown of sorrow.

The sound of chickens is in the month of Maodian, and the track is frosty on the bridge.

The mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and the citrus flowers shine on the post wall.

Because of the dream of Du Ling, the wild goose is full of return to the pond.

Fortune Operator Yongmei".

Lu. Outside the post on the side of the broken bridge, lonely and ownerless.

It was already dusk and I was alone, and it was even more windy and rainy.

has no intention of fighting for spring, and a group of people are jealous.

Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant as before.

Break the formation Yan Shu.

When the swallow came, the pear blossom lagged behind Qingming. Three or four points of green moss on the pond, one or two yellow orioles at the bottom of the leaves, and the day is long and the flocculent is light. Qiaoxiao is a female companion in the east, and she is greeted in the mulberry picking path. It is suspected that last night's spring dream was good, and it turned out that the grass was won today, and the smile was born from both faces.

Huanxi Sha Su Shi.

The clothes and towels fall jujube flowers, and the cars in the south and north of the village are ringing. Niuyi Guliu sells cucumbers. The wine is sleepy, and the people are thirsty for tea. Knock on the door and ask the savage's house.

Drunken Huayin Li Qingzhao.

The mist is thick and the clouds are sad for eternity, and the brain is a gold beast. The festive season is chongyang, the jade pillow yarn kitchen, the middle of the night is cool and the beginning is penetrating. After dusk, there is a dark fragrance on the sleeves. Mo Dao does not kill the soul, the curtain is swept by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

Nanxiangzi Dengjingkou Beiguting Youhuai".

Xin Qiji. Where to look at China? Full of scenery Beigu Building.

How many things have risen and fallen through the ages? Long. The Yangtze River is endless.

Young and ten-thousand, he sat down and the southeast war did not end. Who is the opponent of the heroes of the world? Cao Liu.

Giving birth to a son should be like Sun Zhongmou.

Slope Sheep Lishan Nostalgia".

Zhang Yanghao. Lishan looked around, Ah Fang was burned, where was the luxury at that time? I saw that the grass was sparse and the water lingered. I still hate the smoke tree. The nations of Zhou, Qi, Qin, Han and Chu, win, all turned into soil; Lost, all turned into dirt.

Chaotianzi chanted the trumpet

Wang Pan. Trumpet, suona, small and big music. The official ships come and go like a mess, and it all depends on you to raise your value. The army listened to the army's sorrows, and the people listened to the people's fears, ** to distinguish what is true and false? What I saw blew over this house, blew over that house, and only blew the water and flew away!

After-school poems. Guanmai Bai Juyi.

The Tian family has few idle months, and people are busy in May.

The south wind rose at night, and the wheat was covered with yellow.

The woman and aunt eat lotus. Tong Zhi brought the pot pulp and went with the field, and Ding Zhuang was in Nangang.

The family is hot and rustic, the back is scorching, and the heat is not known, but the summer is long.

There was a poor woman with her child beside her, her right hand holding a tassel, and her left arm hanging from a basket.

Listening to their words, those who hear it are sad.

The family land lost all the taxes, and they were hungry.

What merit do I have now, I was not a farmer.

There are 300 stones, and there is surplus grain in the year.

I am ashamed to remember this, and I will never forget it.

Moonlit night Liu Fangping.

The darker moonlight is half a family, and the Beidou is dry and the Nandou is oblique.

Tonight, I know that the spring is warm, and the sound of insects is new through the green curtain.

Shangshan morning trip Wen Tingyun.

Get up in the morning to march to the priesthood, and go to the hometown of sorrow.

The sound of chickens is in the month of Maodian, and the track is frosty on the bridge.

The mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and the citrus flowers shine on the post wall.

Because of the dream of Du Ling, the wild goose is full of return to the pond.

Bu operator, Yongmei, Lu You.

Outside the post on the side of the broken bridge, lonely and ownerless. It was already dusk and I was alone, and it was even more windy and rainy. has no intention of fighting for spring, and a group of people are jealous. Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant as before.

Break the formation Yan Shu.

When the swallow came, the pear blossom lagged behind Qingming. Three or four points of green moss on the pond, one or two yellow orioles at the bottom of the leaves, and the day is long and the flocculent is light. Qiaoxiao is a female companion in the east, and she is greeted in the mulberry picking path. Suspect that last night's spring dream was good, Yuan is winning today's fighting grass, and the smile is born from both faces.

Huanxi Sha Su Shi.

The clothes and towels fall jujube flowers, and the south of the village and the north of the village ring reeling (through the fake word) car. Niuyi Guliu sells cucumbers. The wine is sleepy, and the people are thirsty for tea. Knock on the door and ask the savage's house.

Drunken Huayin Li Qingzhao.

The mist is thick and the clouds are sad for eternity, and the brain is a gold beast. The festival is chongyang, the jade pillow yarn cupboard, the middle of the night is cool and the beginning is penetrated. After dusk, there is a dark fragrance on the sleeves. Mo Dao does not kill the soul, the curtain is swept by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

Nanxiangzi Dengjingkou Beiguting has Huaixin abandonment disease.

Where to look at China, full of scenery Beigu Building. How many things have risen and fallen through the ages? Long. The Yangtze River is endless. Young and ten-thousand, he sat down and the southeast war did not end. Who is the opponent of the heroes of the world? Cao Liu. Giving birth to a son should be like Sun Zhongmou.

Hillside sheep Lishan nostalgia Zhang Yanghao.

Lishan looked around, and Ah was burned, where was the luxury at that time? I saw that the grass was sparse and the water lingered. I still hate the smoke tree. The nations of Zhou, Qi, Qin, Han and Chu, win, all turned into soil; Lost, all turned into dirt.

Chaotianzi chanted the trumpet Wang Pan.

Trumpet, suona, and the song are small and big. The official ships come and go like hemp, and it all depends on you raising the price. The army listened to the army's sorrows, and the people listened to the people's fears. **What is true and false? What I saw blew over this house, blew over that house, and only blew the water and flew away!

Guanjiamai - Bai Juyi "Moonlit Night" - Liu Fangping.

Watch the moonlit night of Karima.

Nanshan Morning Tour. Fortune Operator Yongmei".

Break the formation Yan Shu.

Huanxi Sha Su Shi.

Drunken Huayin Li Qingzhao.

Nanxiangzi Xin abandoned the disease.

Slope Sheep Lishan Nostalgia".

Chaotianzi chanted the trumpet

After-school poems.

1. Guanjiamai Bai Juyi.

The Tian family has few idle months, and people are busy in May.

The south wind rose at night, and the wheat was covered with yellow.

The woman and aunt eat lotus. Tong Zhi brought the pot pulp and went with the field, and Ding Zhuang was in Nangang.

The family is hot and rustic, the back is scorching, and the heat is not known, but the summer is long.

There was a poor woman with her child beside her, her right hand holding a tassel, and her left arm hanging from a basket.

Listening to their words, those who hear it are sad.

The family land lost all the taxes, and they were hungry.

What merit do I have now, I was not a farmer.

There are 300 stones, and there is surplus grain in the year.

I am ashamed to remember this, and I will never forget it.

2, moonlit night Liu Fangping.

The darker moonlight is half a family, and the Beidou is dry and the Nandou is oblique.

Tonight, I know that the spring is warm, and the sound of insects is new through the green curtain.

3, Shangshan early trip Wen Tingyun.

Get up in the morning to march to the priesthood, and go to the hometown of sorrow.

The sound of chickens is in the month of Maodian, and the track is frosty on the bridge.

The mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and the citrus flowers shine on the post wall.

Because of the dream of Du Ling, the wild goose is full of return to the pond.

4, Bu operator, Yongmei, Lu You.

Outside the post on the side of the broken bridge, lonely and ownerless. It was already dusk and I was alone, and it was even more windy and rainy. has no intention of fighting for spring, and a group of people are jealous. Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant as before.

5, break the formation of Yan Shu.

When the swallow came, the pear blossom lagged behind Qingming. Three or four points of green moss on the pond, one or two yellow orioles at the bottom of the leaves, and the day is long and the flocculent is light. Qiaoxiao is a female companion in the east, and she is greeted in the mulberry picking path. Suspect that last night's spring dream was good, Yuan is winning today's fighting grass, and the smile is born from both faces.

6, Huanxi Sha Su Shi.

The clothes and towels fall jujube flowers, and the south of the village and the north of the village ring reeling (through the fake word) car. Niuyi Guliu sells cucumbers. The wine is sleepy, and the people are thirsty for tea. Knock on the door and ask the savage's house.

7, drunk flower yin Li Qingzhao.

The mist is thick and the clouds are sad for eternity, and the brain is a gold beast. The festival is chongyang, the jade pillow yarn cupboard, the middle of the night is cool and the beginning is penetrated. After dusk, there is a dark fragrance on the sleeves. Mo Dao does not kill the soul, the curtain is swept by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

8, Nanxiangzi Dengjingkou Beiguting has a disease of abandonment.

Where to look at China, full of scenery Beigu Building. How many things have risen and fallen through the ages? Long. The Yangtze River is endless. Young and ten-thousand, he sat down and the southeast war did not end. Who is the opponent of the heroes of the world? Cao Liu. Giving birth to a son should be like Sun Zhongmou.

9, hillside sheep Lishan nostalgia Zhang Yanghao.

Lishan looked around, and Ah was burned, where was the luxury at that time? I saw that the grass was sparse and the water lingered. I still hate the smoke tree. The nations of Zhou, Qi, Qin, Han and Chu, win, all turned into soil; Lost, all turned into dirt.

10, Chaotianzi chanting trumpet Wang Pan.

Trumpet, suona, and the song are small and big. The official ships come and go like hemp, and it all depends on you raising the price. The army listened to the army's sorrows, and the people listened to the people's fears. **What is true and false? What I saw blew over this house, blew over that house, and only blew the water and flew away!