Seeking classical poetry. Don t talk about love, I m only in the sixth grade. 5

Selected words from Yan Shu. Song Dynasty) Yan Shu.

Break the show. The swallows want to return to the season, and the high-rise building is in the west wind last night.

Seek to become a small meeting in the world, try to put the golden chrysanthemum bush, and the song is long and red.

The oblique sun wears the curtain, and the slight coolness gradually enters the sycamore.

How many words are endless, written to the tune of the barbarian note, this love is tens of thousands.

Break the show. The west wind on the lake is slanting, and the lotus flowers are gone.

The chrysanthemum is full of fine beads, and the petrel has light wing feathers.

Year after year.

A glass of wine is freshly ripe, and the singing is audible.

is not drunk in front of him, but Nai's time is like the sound of water.

It's been a long way and it's been going on.

Huanxi Sand. A new song, a glass of wine. Last year's weather old pavilion. When does the sun set?

Helplessly, the flowers fell, and it seemed like the return of the swallow. The small garden incense path wanders alone.

Qingping month. The golden wind is thin, and the leaves and leaves are falling. The first taste of green wine is easy to get drunk, and a pillow of a small window sleeps.

The crape myrtle hibiscus flowers are remnant, but the slanting sun shines dry. Shuangyanyu returned to the season, and the silver screen was slightly cold last night.

Like a dream. Li Qingzhao.

I often remember the twilight of the Creek Pavilion, and I don't know the way back.

Returning to the boat at night, he strayed into the depths of the lotus flower.

Fighting, fighting, startling a shoal of gulls and herons.

These are all classical Chinese poems.

If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan.

Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old people's hearts are changeable.

Lishan said that it was half a night away, and the tears and rain did not complain.

How is Bo Xing Jinyilang, who wishes on the same day.

A night of light thunder and ten thousand silks, Ji Xing floating tile is uneven. The affectionate peony contains spring tears, and the powerless rose lies on the branches. --Qin Guan.

The ten-mile building leans on the cuiwei, the rhododendrons cry in the depths of the flowers, and the pedestrians speak diligently, not like the warbler to take the second flight.

After dreaming, when it is clear, the sound is only better than returning, the end of the world is not returning, and the return date is not expected.

- Yan Jidao. Shoude opened the lotus to accompany him, and made an appointment to open the Ping Ye on the orchid boat. When I came, Pukou clouds followed the river, and the moon was full of buildings by the river.

The flowers are silent, the water is empty, and the flowers are sad every year. In the Ming Dynasty, if the west wind moves, it will be difficult to fight for Zhu Yan and autumn.

- Yan Jidao. Sitting alone in the secluded grate, playing the piano and howling. People in the deep forest don't know that the bright moon comes to take pictures --- Wang Wei.

Do elementary school students understand?

Du Mu "Mountain Walk".

Far up the cold mountain stone path slope (sound xia), there are people in Baiyunsheng.

Parking sits in love with the maple forest in the evening, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

Xin Qiji's "Partridge Heaven".

Mo on the soft mulberry broken buds, the east of the silkworm species has given birth to some (sound sa).

Pinggang fine grass chirps yellow calves, and the slanting sun and cold forest point twilight crows.

The mountain is far and near, the road is oblique (sound xia), and there are people in Qingqigu wine.

The peach and plum in the city are sad about the wind and rain, and the spring is in the creek and the cauliflower.

Sitting alone on Jingting Mountain, Li Bai |Sui and Tang.

The birds flew high, and the lonely clouds went alone. I don't get tired of seeing each other, only Jingting Mountain.

Words of the Sun Author (Ai Qing) [Modern Poetry].

Open your windows.

Open your doors.

Let me in, let me in.

Go into your hut.

I carry a golden bouquet of flowers.

I carry the scent of the woods.

I carry light and warmth.

I was covered in dew.

Hurry up, hurry up.

Quickly lift your head from the pillow.

Open your eyelash-covered eyes.

Let your eyes see my coming.

Let your hearts be like little wooden houses.

Open them for a long time closed windows.

Let me fill the space of your hearts with bouquets, fragrances, light, warmth and dew.

At the end of the day, Li Bai was conceived.

The cool breeze rises at the end of the day, what is the gentleman's intention?

When will the wild goose arrive? There are many rivers and lakes in autumn.

The article is hateful, and the charm is gratifying.

should share the grievances of the soul and send poems to Miluo. [

Last night, the wind opened the dew peach, and the moon wheel in the front hall of Weiyang was high.

Pingyang singing and dancing is newly favored, and the spring cold outside the curtain gives brocade robes.

Xu Song, Wang Sulong, Xiao Wu, Chen Xiang, Xiao Bei, Monochrome Ling, Benxi, He Manting, by2 Jin Sha.

1, "Far and Near" (Gu Cheng).

You, look at me for a while, look at the clouds for a while.

I feel that when you look at me, you are far away, and when you look at the clouds, you are close.

2, "Accidental" (Xu Zhimo).

I am a cloud in the sky, projected by chance in the heart of your lead.

You don't need to be surprised, let alone rejoice, to be wiped out in an instant.

You and I meet on the sea of night, you have yours, I have mine, direction;

It's better for you to remember, it's better for you to forget, the lights that shine on each other at this rendezvous!

3, "Mistake" (Zheng Chouyu).

I hit Jiangnan and walked through.

The face in the season is like the blossoming of a lotus flower.

The east wind does not come. The catkins in March do not fly.

Your heart is like a little lonely city.

Just like the bluestone street is late.

The trampling sound is silent. The spring of March is not revealed.

Your heart is a little window, and the letter is closed.

My Dada's hooves are beautiful mistakes.

I am not a returner, but a passerby.

4, "Alley" (Gu Cheng).

Alley. It's curved and long.

There are no doors. There are no windows.

I'll take an old key.

Knocking on a thick wall.

5, "Weight" (Han Han).

She put the bloody head on the scales of life, so that all the survivors lost their weight. 6, "Arc" (Gu Cheng).

Birds in the wind.

Turn quickly. The boy went to pick it up.

One cent. Grapevines due to fantasy.

And the extended filaments.

The waves retreated.

And the towering back.

7, "Far Away" (Sanmao).

How far away is it?

Please, please tell me, to the ends of the earth, is it far?

Ask your heart, as long as it promises, there is no place, it will not be so far.

8, "Homesickness" (Yu Guangzhong).

Hours. Nostalgia is a small stamp.

I'm on this end. Mother is over there.

When I grow up. Nostalgia is a narrow ticket.

I'm on this end. The bride is on that end.

Later, heh. Homesickness is a low grave.

I'm out there. Mother is inside.

And now. Nostalgia is a shallow strait.

I'm on this end. The continent is on that end.

9, "Choice" (Xi Murong).

If I come to the world.

Just to be with you once.

Just for that moment in billions of light years.

In a flash, all the sweetness and sadness there.

Then let everything happen.

It's all in an instant.

I bow down and thank all the planets for their help.

Let me meet you.

Farewell to you. Completed a poem made by God.

And then slowly age.

10, "Hope" (Xi Murong fiber pulley).

Actually, I'm looking forward to it.

It's just a moment.

I never asked you to give it to me.

Your whole life. If only you could be on a hillside full of gardenias.

Meet you if you can.

Deeply loved once and then parted.

So long a lifetime.

No, it's just, it's just.

When looking back. That short moment.