Poems on the recitation of ancient poems 1. What ancient poems are recommended for reciting?
Generally speaking, it is best to choose a long poem recitation contest, and you can't play a short one. In addition, you should choose something that is easy to express your feelings, let the judges understand your emotional changes and give you high marks.
It's best to choose famous articles, otherwise everyone can't understand them, it's hard to produce * * *, and there will be no atmosphere of audience feedback. The recommendations are as follows: 1, Li Bai's "Into the Wine", how the water of the Yellow River moves out of heaven and into the ocean, which is gone forever.
The illustration is gone, how lovely it is locked in the bright mirror in the high room, although the silky black in the morning has turned into snow at night. Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he likes, and don't let Jin Zun (zūn) fly to the moon.
Since God has given talents, let them be used! Don't come back until your daughter is gone. Cook a sheep, kill a cow, sharpen your appetite, and let me, 300 bowls, take a big drink! .
The master of Cen (cén), Dan Qiusheng, will enter the wine and the cups will be endless. Let me sing you a song! , let your ears participate! .
Turning jade is not expensive enough. I hope I won't wake up after being drunk for a long time. Ancient sober people and sages were forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized.
Chen bought a barrel of wine with 10 thousand gold coins at a banquet in the temple, and everyone laughed and said one-liners Why do you say, my master, your money is gone? , to buy wine, we drink together! .
The galloping steeds, Qian Jin Qiu (qiú), give them to the boys in exchange for wine and share joys and sorrows with you. 2, Li Bai's Shu Dao Nan (yι) Xu (xι)ι(xι), [4] high risk! The difficulty of Shu Dao is difficult to go to the sky! Until the two rulers of this area (fú) forced through in the foggy age! Forty-eight thousand years have passed and it has not been associated with Qin Sai.
On the other hand, to the west, there is still only one bird path, all the way to the peak of Emei (diān). Once it was broken by an earthquake, some brave people lost it, and then the ladder stone stack (zhàn) was connected.
On the high flag, six dragons drive the sun, and far below, the river lashes its twisted channel. It is difficult to climb such a height, even if the yellow crane says that apes want to climb it.
The green clay mountain is made up of many circles, with hundreds of steps and nine twists and turns. Meng and Shen sat there, their hands touching y and ng (y ng) and sighing.
We want to know whether this road to the west will never end. Li Bai saw the ancient wood of the sad bird, and the male bird circled smoothly and followed the female bird.
Jathyapple, what comes to us is the melancholy voice of Du Fu, a sad empty mountain. It's hard to get through the Shu Road, and it's hard to get to the sky. It turns pale when you smell it! The highest cliff is less than a foot from heaven, and the withered pine trees hang low on the cliff surface.
Flying stream (tuān), waterfall (pù), rushing stream (Huá) and precipice (png) turn into stone valley (hé e). Its risks are the same (some versions are "if"), so it's ridiculous for people from afar to come here! In Jiange, Zheng, Rong, and Yi are above ten thousand people.
Defender or robber (fēi) (through "no") relatives, but the wolf to his companion? (chái)。 There are scary hungry tigers during the day and poisonous reptiles at night; Molar sucks (shǔn) blood (xiě or xuè), killing people like hemp.
Although Jincheng is happy, it is better to rest early. It's difficult for Shu Dao to reach the sky, but you can look at it from the west (zο) and (Jiο)! 3. Bai Juyi's Pipa Tour, I saw off guests on Xunyang River. At night, maple leaves and mature rushes rustled in autumn.
I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music. Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.
We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left. We followed the direction of the melody and asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered.
We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again. However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us.
... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings. Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life.
She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit. She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones.
Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets. Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.
Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice. The ice spring is cold and astringent, as if it can't pass; And notes, fade away.
The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice. A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons.
Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk. There is a quiet boat in the east and a quiet boat in the west, but see the new autumn moon in the river.
She tied it thoughtfully on the rope, stood up and smoothed her clothes, serious and polite. Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill.
She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians. Her art even attracted the appreciation of experts, and her beauty attracted the envy of all major dancers.
Wuling teenagers fight for their heads, and a song gives countless rolls of red silk. The silver comb inlaid with shells was broken by her rhythm, and the bloody skirt was stained with wine.
Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention. Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared.
There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman. Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.
Take an empty boat to Jiangkou, no company, only the bright moon and cold water. Sometimes in the middle of the night, she will dream of her victory, and her makeup will turn red and her tears will dry up.
Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder. We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? .
Last year, I resigned from the imperial city, and now I am sick and exiled in Jiujiang. Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year.
The humidity near Cannes is very low, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes. What can you hear here in the morning and evening? ? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing.
I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the morning of spring with flowers and the night of autumn with moonlight shining. Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears.
Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music. Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about guitar. ..
... she was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder. Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces.
But which of them cried the most? ? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet. 4. Du Fu's Military Vehicle Shop, Ma Xiaoxiao. Each of you has a bow and an quiver on your belt.
My parents, my parents, my wife and children all ran to see them. When they marched, the dust covered the sky and they couldn't see xian yangqiao. On the way, holding soldiers' clothes, eating and crying, the sky rushed into the sky.
Passers-by asked the soldiers how they got there, saying only that the roster was frequently recruited. Some people go to the north of the Yellow River at the age of fifteen, even if they go to the western border to open up wasteland at the age of forty.
Long in the middle, the hair is tied up with a headscarf, and when I come back, I am bald and guarding the border. Countless border guards shed blood and sacrificed to form seawater, and the concept of border defense in Huang Wu has not stopped.
Haven't you heard that there are hundreds of villages covered with vegetation in 200 states east of Huashan Mountain? Even if a strong woman plows the field with a hoe, nothing will grow on the crops in the field.
Moreover, the soldiers of the Qin Dynasty can fight hard, and there is no difference between chickens and dogs when they are rushed to fight. Although the elders have doubts, how dare those who serve complain? Just like this winter, we didn't stop the soldiers west of Hangukou from enlisting.
The county magistrate urgently urges people to pay taxes. Where does the tax come from? If you really know that boys are a bad thing, you might as well have a girl. Girls can also marry their nearest neighbors, and boys will die in battle.
Don't you see, on the edge of Qinghai, the bones of soldiers killed since ancient times have not been buried. New ghosts hate old ghosts crying, and ghosts cry when they are wet. 5, Du Fu's "Shiqu" cast in Shiqu Village at dusk, and officials arrested people at night.
The old man climbed over the wall and left, while the old woman went out to watch. Why are officials angry? Why do women cry? Before listening to his wife's speech: three men are guarding Yecheng.
One man attached a book, and two men died. Those who drag out an ignoble existence are dead! There is no one in the room, only a baby and a grandson.
And grandma didn't go, and there was no skirt in and out. Although the old woman is physically weak, please come back at night and be anxious to prepare for cooking in the morning.
The night is long and silent, like crying and choking. Dawn will rise into the future, leaving the old man alone.
6. Du Fu's Xin 'anli visited Xin 'an Road, and he called some soldiers. I would like to ask the Xin' an official: "Is there no Ding in the small county? " .
2. Poetry related to reading
This is a night for men to study. Teenagers don't know how to learn early, but Whitehead regrets learning late.
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2, the industry is diligent, barren land; What is done in thinking is destroyed in following-Han Yu
3, learning without thinking is useless, thinking without learning is dangerous-Confucius
4. Knowing is not as good as being good, and being good is not as good as being happy-Confucius.
5, a threesome, there must be my teacher. Choose good and follow it, change evil and follow it-Confucius
6, Xing Yu Shi, Li Yu Li, Cheng Yu Le-Confucius
7. Don't do to others what you don't want them to do to you-Confucius
8, reading thousands of books, writing like a god-Du Fu
9. There are three kinds of reading, namely, heart, eyes and mouth-Zhu.
10, the foundation is to establish knowledge first, and the establishment of knowledge is based on reading-Ouyang Xiu
1 1. Read thousands of books and take Wan Li Road-Liu Yi.
12, black hair does not know to learn early, white hair regrets to learn late-Yan Zhenqing
13, the book is as affectionate as ever, and every blind date is gloomy and happy-Yu Qian
14, books or medicine, good reading can cure fools-Liu Xiang
15, young people don't work hard, old and young are sad-"Han Yuefu". Long song "
16, don't be idle, grow old together and be heartbroken-Yue Fei
17. Try to know all the people in the world and make up your mind to read all the books in the world-Su Shi
18, birds want to fly first, people want to be advanced-Li Kuchan.
19, determined to be a true character, we must do our best to study-Ruan Yuan.
20. Indifference is unclear, and quietness is not far away-Zhuge Liang.
2 1, don't do it because of small evils, don't do it because of small goodness-Chen Shou's "History of the Three Kingdoms"
22. Be familiar with 300 Tang poems, and you can recite them even if you can't write them-Sun Zhu's Preface to 300 Tang Poems.
23, the book is used, you hate it less, and you don't know how difficult it is until you have been there-Lu You.
24, ask the canal is so clear, because there is a source of flowing water-Zhu.
25. I can never get tired of reading old books, and I won't know who I am until I read them carefully-Su Shi.
26. Those who are bookish must work hard, and those who are artistic must be skilled-Pu Songling.
27, reading a hundred times, its meaning is self-evident-"The History of the Three Kingdoms"
28. A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step-Lao Zi
29, the road is long, Xiu Yuan Xi, I will search up and down-Qu Yuan.
30. Appreciating strange essays and solving doubts-Tao Yuanming
3 1, the method of reading, step by step, familiar and thoughtful-Zhu
32. My life is limited, but so is my knowledge-Zhuangzi.
33. If you don't learn, you won't learn. You can't learn without ambition-Zhuge Liang
34, jade is not cut, not a weapon; People who don't learn don't know —— The Book of Rites
3. Who has a poem suitable for reading? Kneel for help in 3 minutes.
Rain Alley
Dai wangshu
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She does.
Clove-like color,
Lilac-like fragrance,
Sad as cloves,
Mourning in the rain,
Sadness and hesitation;
She lingers in this lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
Like me.
voicelessly
Cold, sadness and melancholy.
She approached quietly,
Get close and throw again.
Breathing eyes
She floated by.
Like a dream,
As sad and confused as a dream.
Floating like a dream
A lilac field,
I passed this girl by;
She left silently, left,
A crumbling fence,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Remove her color,
Spread her fragrance,
Disappeared, even hers
Breathing eyes
Lilac is melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to float over.
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
Say goodbye to Cambridge again
Xu zhimo
I left quietly,
When I came softly;
I waved gently,
Say goodbye to the western clouds.
Golden willow by the river,
Is the bride in the sunset,
Shadows in the waves,
Ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud,
Oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;
In the gentle waves of He Kang River,
I would like to be an aquatic plant!
A pool in the shade of elm trees,
Not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky;
Crushed between floating algae,
Precipitate a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Lift a long pole,
Back to the greener grass,
Full of stars,
Play songs in a starry place.
But I can't play songs,
Quiet is a farewell flute;
Summer insects are also silent for me,
Silence is Cambridge tonight!
I left quietly,
Just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve,
Don't take away a cloud.
homesickness
Yu Guangzhong
Hours later
Homesickness is a small stamp.
I'm at this end
Mom is over there.
Homesickness is a narrow ticket when you grow up.
I'm at this end
The bride is over there.
See you later, huh?
Homesickness is a low grave.
I am outside
Mom, ah, it's in there.
But now
Homesickness is a shallow strait.
I'm at this end
The mainland is over there
Hope to adopt!
4. What are the ancient poems about "classic reading"?
1, it's hard to go to Tang Li Bai.
The cost of pure wine, a gold cup, a hip flask of 10 thousand copper, a jade plate of delicious food needs 1 million coins.
If you don't drink, you can't eat. I pull out my dagger and I peek around for nothing.
I threw the food bar and cup aside. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger. I peeped in four directions in vain.
I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow.
I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun.
Travel is hard. Travel is hard. Don't go astray! Where to go today.
One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.
The whole poem expresses Li Bai's uncontrollable anger after encountering difficulties and obstacles on the political road. However, Li Bai did not give up his lofty political ideal because of this, and still looked forward to one day being able to display his ambition, showing his optimism and heroism for his future life and full of positive romantic sentiment.
2. A song of snow sent Tian Shuji Wu home to Tang Censhen.
The north wind swept across the earth and messed up Pennisetum, and the weather in August will be covered with heavy snow.
Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom.
Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin.
The general used cold hands to protect his hands. The armored steel was too cold to wear.
The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy.
In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment.
In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag.
Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow.
I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.
This poem describes the magnificent scenery of snow in August in the western regions, expresses the feelings of seeing guests off beyond the Great Wall and seeing them off in the snow, and expresses sadness and homesickness, but it is full of whimsy and does not make people sad. The romantic ideal and strong feelings expressed in the poem make people feel that the snow outside the Great Wall has become an object worth pondering and appreciating. The whole poem has rich and broad connotations, magnificent and romantic colors, magnificent momentum, distinct and unique artistic conception and strong artistic appeal, which can be called the masterpiece of frontier poems in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Among them, "If the spring breeze comes, the night comes, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees" and other poems have become famous sentences that have been told through the ages.
3. Autumn Night in the Mountains Tang Wangwei
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
This poem depicts the charming scenery of the mountain village and the simple fashion of the villagers in the evening after the rain in the autumn of Chu Dynasty, and shows the poet's satisfaction with his seclusion and natural beauty, so as to express his personal beauty and social beauty. The whole poem perfectly combines the cool autumn after the rain in an empty mountain, the light of the bright moon among pine trees, the sound of clear spring on the stone, the laughter of happy women returning to the bamboo forest and the dynamic harmony of fishing boats crossing the lotus, giving people a rich and fresh feeling. It is not only like a fresh and beautiful landscape painting, but also like a quiet and beautiful lyric music, which embodies the creative characteristics of painting in Wang Wei's poems.
4. Make it to the Tang Dynasty.
Riding a bike to visit the border and passing through Juyan County.
Pengpeng also floated out of Korea, and the geese heading north also flew into the sky.
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen.
When I arrived at the small pass, I met a spy waiting for the knight and told me that Dou Hu was in Yan.
Ambassador to the Great Wall is a poem written by the Tang Dynasty poet Wang Wei on his way to the frontier to express his condolences to the soldiers. It describes the ambassador's trip to the Great Wall and the scenery outside the Great Wall. The first two sentences explain the purpose and place of this trip and why you wrote this poem; This compound sentence contains many words.