1. All high school students must memorize modern literature, ancient poetry, and classical Chinese.
1. Modern literature: Moonlight over the Lotus Pond (4th paragraph), Zhu Ziqing. Farewell to Kangqiao, Xu Zhimo .
2. Ancient poems: Pipa Xing, Bai Juyi. Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields (Part 1), Tao Yuanming. Mountain Dwelling in Qiu Ming, Wang Wei. Qin Yuan Chun Changsha, ***. Military Chariots, Du Pu .Niannujiao Chibi nostalgic, Su Shi. Yongyu Lejingkou Beigu Pavilion nostalgic, Xin Qiji.
3. Classical Chinese: Encourage learning, Xunzi. Shishuo, Han Yu. Li Sao, Qu Yuan. Report to Ren An (fourth paragraph) , Sima Qian. Tianlun, Xunzi. Chen Qingbiao, Li Mi. Preface to Lanting Collection, Wang Xizhi. Preface to Tengwang Pavilion, Wang Bo. Peacock Flying Southeast, Yuefu Poetry. Theory of Six Kingdoms, Su Xun. Afang Palace Fu, Du Mu.
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2. A modern classical Chinese essay Poetry
The love-loving Liu Yongfengqi wears a wider belt and never regrets it, but makes people haggard because of love.
3599 2 Anonymous Drumming "The Book of Songs. Beifeng" The relationship between life and death is broad, and it is said with Zicheng. Hold your son's hand and grow old together.
3418 3 Qin Guan Magpie Bridge Immortal If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night? 3213 4 Li Bai 357 words When will we know each other when we miss each other? It's embarrassing to be at this point in the night.
2671 5 Anonymous A phoenix begging for a phoenix, singing on the piano. There is a beautiful woman, and you will never forget her when you see her. If you don’t see her for a day, you will miss her like crazy. 2482 6 Zheng Chouyu Farewell This time I left you, it was wind, rain, and night; you smiled, I waved my hand, and a lonely road spread to both ends.
2467 7 Li Bai 357 words Entering the door of my lovesickness, you know that my lovesickness is painful, long lovesickness brings long memories, but short lovesickness brings endless memories. 2330 8 Yuan Zhen Four out of five poems about Li Si Once the sea was filled with water, except for Wushan it was not cloud.
2323 9 Cao Zhi The bright moon ascends the tall building. The king is like dust on the road, and the concubine is like muddy cement. They rise and fall in different ways. When will they meet in harmony? 2280 10 Nalan Xingde, Poppy The desolate farewell, the last two echoes, the most overwhelming is the clear and grudge in the moonlight. 2165 11 Zhang Ji Jie Fu Yin Huanjun Mingzhu sheds tears, wishing to meet again when she was not married.
2159 12 Xi Murong A Flowering Tree How to make you meet me at my most beautiful moment For this, I have been praying to the Buddha for five hundred years, begging him to let us form a mortal relationship. 2143 13 Chen Hengke’s inscription on the portrait of Chunqi. How can we live together but die differently when we only have a shadow in the human world? 2130 14 Liang Qichao Taiwan Bamboo Branch Poetry The bottom of the acacia tree talks about lovesickness, and Si Lang hates it and Lang Lang doesn’t know it.
2096 15 Xu Qian's Thoughts on the Chamber Since the king came out, the bright mirror and the dark will not cure it. Missing you is like running water, there is no end to it.
2087 16 Sima Guang Xijiang Yue When we see each other, we feel like we have not seen each other. How can being affectionate seem like heartlessness? 2065 17 Gong Zizhen Ji Hai’s Miscellaneous Poems Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers.
2043 18 Zhang Xian Qianqiu Sui is not old, but love is hard to die. The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it.
2025 19 Huang Jingren One of two beautiful poems It seems that these stars are not last night, for whom the wind and dew set up the midnight. 1995 20 Li Shangyin Three of the six untitled poems Straightforwardly, it is useless to miss lovesickness, but to feel melancholy is pure madness.
1958 21 Li Shangyin Traveled alone in Qujiang in late autumn. I knew that my love would always be there, and I looked at the sound of the water at the head of the river. 1952 22 Nalan Xingde Breaking Through the Sands of Huanxi People's passion has become less passionate, and now they are really not passionate.
1917 23 Li Shangyin Jinse This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss at that time. 1905 24 Zhang Zhongsu, Yanzilou, Acacia *** How long is the end of the world?
1890 25 Yuan Hao Wen, one of two poems by Mo Yu'er, asks what love is in the world, and directly teaches the promise of life and death. 1886 26 Li Shangyin Untitled There is no colorful phoenix flying in the body, but there is a clear understanding in the heart.
1884 27 Zhang Kejiu Sai Hongqiu The water smoke sinks in the beast's furnace and the remaining flowers in the green marsh are written line by line in the biography of lovesickness.
1860 28 Xu Zaisi's Order of Gui Gui Only if you don't miss lovesickness in your life, you will miss lovesickness, which will harm lovesickness.
1835 29 Li Guan Die Lianhua There are thousands of lovesickness in one inch, and there is no place in the world to arrange it. 1805 30 Su Shi Jiang Chengzi Ten years of life and death are vast, without thinking or forgetting, thousands of miles away in a solitary tomb, with no place to express desolation.
1794 31 Anonymous Prepared by "The Book of Songs. Tang Feng" Tonight or later, I met this beloved man. 1770 32 Bai Juyi's Song of Everlasting Regret. As time goes by, this hatred will last forever.
1735 33 Bai Juyi's Song of Everlasting Sorrow I wish to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the earth. 1722 34 Wen Tingshi Die Lian Hua Overlapping tear stains and brocade characters, the only thing in life is love that is hard to die.
1689 35 Cao Xueqin Ningmei in vain One is the Immortal Flower of Langyuan, the other is the Immaculate Jade. If you say there is no romance, you will meet him again in this life; if you say there is a romance, how can you end up lying? 1671 36 Li Shangyin Untitled Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and wax torches will turn to ashes before their tears dry up.
1670 37 Kuang Zhouyi, minus the character Huanxisha. He should not be obsessed with love in his life. There is no place in the world for lovesickness. 1647 38 Ouyang Xiu Yu Lou Chun I was about to tell you the date of my return, but Chun Rong swallowed hard before saying anything.
1613 39 Anonymous Guan Ju "Book of Songs. Zhou Nan" Guan Guan Jujiu, in the river island. A graceful lady, a gentleman is a good man.
1598 40 Ouyang Xiu Yulouchun Life is full of love and obsession, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon. 1594 41 Liu Yong Yu Linling It has been a long time, it should be a good time and good scenery.
Even if there are thousands of styles, who can tell them. 1589 42 Li Zhiyi Divination Operator I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love.
1582 43 Yan Jidao Linjiang Immortal Two of Two The Falling Flower Man is independent, and Wei Yuyan flies together. 1572 44 Chen Tao Journey to Longxi The poor bones by the Wuding River are like those in a spring boudoir's dream.
1563 45 Xin Qiji Moyuer A thousand pieces of gold can be bought like a gift, but who can complain about this feeling? 1563 46 Wen Tingyun Three of the Three Genggluozi Poems: Wutong trees, rain in the middle of the night, unreasonable separation and true suffering.
One leaf, one sound, the air drips into the sky. 1549 47 Su Wu Wedding hair as husband and wife Wedding hair as husband and wife, there is no doubt about love.
1541 48 Nie Shengqiong Partridge Sky Looking for a good dream will never come true. Who knows how I feel at this moment?
Tears in front of the pillow, rain in front of the curtain, and raindrops in front of the window until the dawn. 1535 49 Liu Yong Day and Night Music Who can complain about loneliness?
As a preface, it’s always an understatement. 1533 50 Li Bai One of two songs about long-lasting lovesickness. The journey is long and the soul is in pain. It is difficult for the dream soul to reach Guanshan. The longing for long-lasting lovesickness is heartbreaking.
1532 51 Xi Murong Imprint Don’t refuse to say that beautiful vow just because it might change, and don’t dare to ask for a heart-to-heart meeting just because you might be separated. 1529 52 Fan Chengda Che Yaoyao Chapter May I be like a star like the moon, and the light will shine brightly every night.
1529 53 Dai Shulun Lovesickness Song Yu Shen Yan Yao Tianya Road, only to believe that parting in the world is painful. 1499 54 Liu Yong Yu Linling Holding hands and looking into each other's teary eyes, she was speechless and choked.
1479 55 Yuan Zhen Two out of three poems expressing sadness I sincerely know that everyone has this hatred, and poor and lowly couples suffer from everything. 1474 56 Gu Xin expresses his heartfelt feelings. If my heart is replaced by yours, we will know each other deeply and remember each other deeply.
1457 57 Yu Xuanji Jiangling is worried and hopeful. I recall that your heart is like the water of the West River, flowing eastward day and night without rest. 1446 58 Li Shangyin Six of the six untitled poems In the heart of spring, don’t let the flowers bloom, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray.
1434 59 Lewan Bu Suanzi Lovesickness is as deep as the sea, and past events are as far away as the sky. 1412 60 Bai Juyi Lang Tao Sha Hatred is not as good as tide and faith. When you miss each other, you will realize that the sea is not deep.
1395 61 Wen Tingyun New sound of willow branches, exquisite dice and red beans, deep in the bones, do you know? 1379 62 Shao Ruipeng Die Lianhua Can you bear to pay thousands of dollars for a smile? After all, missing each other is not as good as meeting each other. 1374 63 Yan Shu Yu Lou Chun When the ends of the earth are limited, there is only endless love.
1360 64 Cao Xueqin’s Lifelong Mistake. All are said to be a good match of gold and jade. I only remember the alliance between wood and stone. Facing the sky, you can see the crystal clear snow in the mountains; never forget the lonely forest in the fairyland.
1359 65 Zhou Bangyan Yulou Chun People are like clouds flowing into the river after the wind, and their feelings are like the sticky flocculation on the ground after the rain. 1358. 3. Looking for beautiful ancient prose
Hello, the poster, the following are my favorites; 1. Use my three lives of fireworks to exchange your confusion for the rest of your life.
2. I am young and my time is spent.
3. The street is long and the fireworks are numerous. You turn on the light to look back. The pavilion is short and the world is rolling. I sigh again.
4. Who made the string break in the end, the flowers fell on the shoulders, and the flowers fell on the shoulders, in a trance and confusion
5. How many beauties were haggard, how much lovesickness was broken, only the blood stained with ink and the fragrance of ink was left to cry on the grave.
6. The vast land can be destroyed with one sword, where will the bustling music and songs fall. Leaning against the clouds, thousands of pots hide my loneliness, even if others laugh at me in vain.
7. Let him be pure and turbid in everything, and he will be reincarnated for your smile.
8. I send you a song, no matter where you are at the end of the song.
9. Who burns the smoke and disperses the vertical and horizontal ties.
10. Listen to the broken string and cut off the three thousand obsessions. The falling flowers are obliterated, and the wind is obliterated. If the flower is pity, it falls on whose fingertips.
11. There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches. I am happy but you don’t know it.
12. Whoever forgets each other will forget first. The overthrow of the country is the homeland. Ling Ling refused to play, and her shadow was startling.
13. In the past, there were high-rise buildings where people could sing in the morning and sing in the evening, and there were dancing sleeves that would captivate the city and the country.
14. When all the floating flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.
15. Once the spring goes, the beauty will grow old, and the flowers will fall and people will die.
16. The still water flows deep, and the Sheng plays songs; the clouds and sunshine in the three lives are full of joys and sorrows.
17. The lights are shining, the voices are dim, and the songs are endless.
18. Like a beautiful family, the years pass by like a fleeting time. You can’t go back to the past, but you can’t go back to the beginning.
19. Dark clouds cover the moon, and there are no traces of people. It is indescribable to be so lonely.
20. As time goes by, love never ends. The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it.
21 It seems that these stars are not the same as last night, for whom the wind and dew set up the midnight.
22. Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, unforgettable, thousands of miles in a lonely tomb, with no place to express desolation.
23. Butterflies are beautiful, but after all, butterflies cannot fly across the sea. 24. The world is always like water, and tears are rarely needed. How can we spend a lifetime of love? Don't be sentimental, for love will hurt yourself. 25. Finally, the mist and rain from the south of the Yangtze River covered the world. After letting Hua give up, it was only a moment, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.
26. Fenghua is like quicksand, and old age is like a period of time.
27. Mountains and rivers are handed over, and I smile for you.
28. A few moments of lamentation and several lifetimes of joys and sorrows. It’s ridiculous that I can’t help but have my destiny.
29. After passing through the years, I dream back to the edge of the winding water, watching the fireworks bloom and the full moon.
30. The fog cleared and I woke up from the dream. I finally saw the reality, which was the silence after thousands of sails had passed.
31. At the two ends of life, we stand on the shore of each other.
32. Destiny gathers and dissipates, just like water, carrying the world on its back, just for a word, waiting for the next meeting
Just the feeling of you looking back makes me think about your morning and evening.
33. Raise a glass and get drunk alone. After drinking the snow, you will feel one year old in confusion.
34. Turn around, a wisp of cold fragrance is far away, the passing snow is deep, and the smile is shallow. Would you like to save me in the next life? 35. One flower and one world, one leaf and one pursuit. A song and a sigh, a lifetime for one person. 4. Looking for some ancient poems in classical Chinese written by contemporary people, preferably seven-character or five-character poems.
I don’t agree with this. Modern poems are also very interesting. Everything has a peak, which rises and then declines. After Tang poetry, Song poetry flourished, and after Song poetry, Yuan music flourished. The literati's focus and expression style determine the field to which outstanding representatives of an era belong.
Shizhi’s modern poems are very powerful and full of emotions and are worth reading. I recommend "Believe in the Future" and "Love Life"
For modern ancient poems, you can read Lu Xun’s ancient poems. There is a standard, such as: The brothers are here after all the tribulations, and the grudges are gone with a smile when they meet.
As for classical Chinese, I really don’t know. I laughed when I read the school journals written by some universities and the like. It was simply pre-Qin + May 4th + modern + common sayings. The first few times it came up After reading it in a hurry, I almost threw up!
In addition, let me tell you a good place to read poetry, both at home and abroad in ancient and modern times: Lingshi Island.
I feel that literature has been silent since the 1990s! 5. Short poems. Ancient prose. Modern poetry. Prose
Poetry--------Deng Le Youyuan
Li Shangyin
Xiang Wan Feeling unwell, I drove to Guyuan.
The sunset is infinitely better, but it’s almost dusk.
Ancient text---------Inscription on a humble house Liu Yuxi
If a mountain is not high, it will be famous if there are immortals. If the water is not deep, if there is a dragon, it will be spiritual. This is a humble house, but I am virtuous. The moss marks are green on the upper steps, and the grass color is green on the curtains. There are scholars who talk and laugh, but there are no idle people when coming and going. You can tune the plain Qin and read the Golden Sutra. There are no messy ears of silk and bamboo, and there is no laborious shape of case documents. Zhugelu in Nanyang, Yunting in Western Shuzi. Confucius said: "What's so bad?"
Modern Poetry ------ Fragment of Bian Zhilin
You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery,
Look View of people watching you upstairs.
The bright moon decorates your window,
You decorate other people’s dreams
Prose ------ "Hurry" by Zhu Ziqing
< p> The swallows have gone, but they will come again; the willows have withered, but they will be green again; the peach blossoms have withered, but they will bloom again. But tell me, wise one, why are our days gone forever? ——Someone stole them: who is that? And where is it hidden? They had escaped on their own: where are they now? I don't know how many days they gave me; but my hands are becoming increasingly empty. Counting silently, more than eight thousand days have slipped by my hands; just like drops of water on a needle's tip dripping into the ocean, my days have been dripping into the flow of time, without sound or shadow. I couldn't help but feel my head pounding and burst into tears.Even though what has gone has gone and what has come is still coming, how hurried is it in between? When I got up in the morning, two or three slanting rays of sun shone into the hut. The sun has legs, and it moves on gently and quietly; I also spin along with it aimlessly. So - when I wash my hands, the days pass by the basin; when I eat, the days pass by the rice bowl; when I am silent, the days pass by before my gazeful eyes. I can feel his haste now, so I reach out my hands to hold him back, but he keeps flowing past my withholding hands. In the evening, as I lie in bed, he will stride over my body, fly past my feet, in his agile way. Went. When I open my eyes and see the sun again, another day has slipped away. I hid my face and sighed. But the shadow of the new days began to flash through the sigh again.
What can I do in this world of thousands of households in the days when I am escaping like flying away? There is only wandering, nothing but hurrying; in the rush of more than eight thousand days, what is left but wandering? The past days are like light smoke blown away by the breeze, like mist evaporated by the early sun; what traces do I leave behind? Have I ever left traces like a gossamer? I came to this world naked, and will I go back naked in the blink of an eye? But I can't get over it, why do I have to go through this life in vain?
You smart man, tell me, why are our days gone forever? 6. Ancient poems about the moon, modern poems, ancient prose, modern prose
Title: Asking the Moon about Wine
Era: Tang Dynasty
Author: Li Bai
Genre: seven-character ancient poem
Content:]
When will the moon come to the blue sky? I will stop my cup and ask:
People climb the bright moon Unavailable, but the moon travels with people?
As bright as a flying mirror, the green smoke extinguishes all the bright hair?
But seeing the night coming from the sea, would you rather know if Xiang Yunjian is there?
The white rabbit makes medicine and autumn returns to spring. Who is Chang'e living alone next to?
People today do not see the moon of ancient times, but today’s moon once illuminated the ancients.
People in ancient times and today are like running water, and it is the same when looking at the bright moon.
I only wish that the moonlight would always shine in the golden cup while singing and drinking.
Meaning:
The bright moon remains the same throughout the ages, but the human world is changing from generation to generation. People today can only never see the ancients in the past, and never see the coming ones in the future. The precious life is fleeting. Countless people throughout the ages have passed away one after another like a stream of water. Facing the same eternal bright moon in the sky, they may have had similar emotions! Tonight, the moon shines brightly like a person traveling thousands of miles away. My little girl just feels that the bright moon lasts forever but life is short. She hopes that she can cherish every moment in this life and grasp eternity in an instant, that's all.
Appreciation:
The title of the poem "Wine to Ask the Moon" is the author's wonderful self-image. The elegant and romantic wind god can only be achieved by banishing an immortal. The original note under the title: "My old friend Jia Chun ordered me to ask him." He did not ask himself but asked me to ask him. A sense of romantic self-appreciation is evident in his words. For eternity, the existence of the bright moon has been a fascinating cosmic mystery to the world. The initial question "When will the moon come to the blue sky?" makes me feel fascinated and confused about the miracle in infinite time and space. The question comes first, and then the person's fascinating mood is written in detail. This mood can be seen from the action of "stopping the glass" of the wine. It makes people feel that the sudden question is obviously a bit drunk, which makes it more poetic. The order of the two sentences is reversed, and the whole article is captured by one question, which is full of momentum. The opening chapter starts with holding a glass of wine and looking up to the sky and asking about the moon. The following two sentences change the context and meaning, and sing to the moon to express feelings. The bright moon hanging high in the sky will make people feel that "no one can reach the bright moon"; however, when you have no intention of chasing it, she may follow you thousands of miles away and be reluctant to leave. Two sentences: one is cold and the other is hot, both far and near, if far away and if at the same time, the Tao is ruthless but affectionate. It describes the wonderful feeling of the bright moon that is both approachable and mysterious to people, and the use of personification techniques is vivid. The palindromic syntax is quite breathtaking. The next two sentences describe the moonlight: the bright moon wheel soars up like a mirror, shining down on the palace palace, the cloud shadow ("green smoke") dissipates, and the clear light shines. "Flying Mirror" is used as an example and "Dan Que" is used as a foil, and the four characters "Green Smoke Extinguishes" are especially a bit of a dye. Just imagine, a full moon is covered by clouds, and then the veil is lifted to reveal the charming face, how radiant it will be! The beauty of the moonlight has been described as something that can be embraced. Unexpectedly, the following question pushes the image of the moon further: "But seeing the night coming from the sea, would you rather know whether it is going to the clouds?" The moon rises from the East China Sea and disappears in the west sky. Its trace is really difficult to predict, but it can cycle endlessly month by month. The echo of "but seeing" rather than "knowing" is enough to convey the poet's surprise, which leads him to think about the unfathomable myths and legends about the moon: The white rabbit in the moon works tirelessly to make medicine year after year, why? How lonely must Chang'e be when she is alone with the blue sea and blue sky every night? Her words express deep sympathy for the gods and fairies, which reveal the poet's own lonely feelings. This reverie facing the universe also arouses some exploration of the philosophy of life, which makes her feel emotional. This month and the ancient moon are actually one, but people today and ancient people keep changing them. Saying "people today don't see the moon in ancient times" also means "people in ancient times don't see the moon now." Saying "people today don't see the moon in ancient times" also means "people in ancient times still shine on people today." "People". Therefore, the two sentences are extremely repetitive, intricate, and loopy, and have wonderful intertextuality.
People in ancient times and today are no more than the number of sands in the Ganges River, just like the passing water, but the bright moon they see is the same as it has been since ancient times. The last two sentences further illustrate the meaning of the bright moon but the short life based on the first two sentences. The first two sentences are divided into two sentences, and the last two sentences are summarized. It is both poetic and philosophical, and it is meaningful and soul-stirring to read. The last two sentences tie into the idea of ??carpe diem. Cao Cao's poem goes: "Singing over wine, the geometry of life", the literal meaning is slightly used here, showing the same feeling of life. The last sentence, "The moonlight always shines in the golden cup," has a distinctive and unique image. Seeking "permanence" from impermanence means eternity. At this point, after the poetry has galloped across the vast sea and sky, it returns to the wine glass held by the poet, completing a beautiful tour, allowing readers to gain a profound poetic feeling from the convolution of this image. The whole poem is written from wine to the moon, from the moon to the wine; from the feeling of space to the feeling of time. In it, people and the moon are repeatedly contrasted, and interspersed with scene descriptions and myths and legends, creating a sublime, eternal, beautiful and mysterious image of the moon, and also revealing the aloof poet himself. Although the thoughts are multi-faceted and free-spirited, they turn inward, the threads are connected, the loops are intricate, and the beauty is natural. In addition, the four sentences change rhyme, interchange between oblique and oblique, and the rhythm is ups and downs. It feels like it is completed in one go, with the style of Gong Shang. The sound can be said to be both musical, emotional, rational and interesting, so it is "a creative tune in ancient and modern times" (Wang Fuzhi's "Selection of Tang Poems").