What are the five ancient poems in the first volume of eighth grade Chinese in Baoding, Hebei Province?

What a magnificent scenery Mount Tai is! Out of Qilu, green peaks can still be seen. The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north.

Layers of white clouds, cleaning the gully on the chest; The flat bird flew into the eye socket. Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.

Du Fu in Hope in Spring

Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested. Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.

The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.

Du Fu, stone trencher

At dusk, 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. Drag out an ignoble existence,

The deceased has grown up! 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.

Guiyuan (3) Tao Yuanming

I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas. Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.

The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes. It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.

Wang Wei, ambassador to the fortress

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.

Li Bai bid farewell to his friends at Jingmen Ferry.

Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners. At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness.

The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces. The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.

Tour of Shanxi village

Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich. The mountain overlapping water flow twists and turns is worried that no way can walk, the willow green flowers suddenly appear a mountain village.

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.

Long Songs Han Yuefu

The trees in the garden are lush, and the crystal dew rises in the sun. Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity. I am often afraid of autumn festivals.

The leaves of yellow flowers are rotting. The river runs to the sea, and when will it return to the west? A lazy youth, a lousy age.

Wang Ji in Wild Hope

Looking at the dusk in the east, what do you want to rely on? Trees are all autumn colors, and mountains are only sparkling.

The shepherd brought the calf back, hunted horses and brought birds back. Care for no acquaintances, Long song pregnant with Cai Wei.

Meng Haoran's Pregnant on the Early Cold River

Leaves fall to the south and the north wind is bleak. My home is wandering by the river, and the sea of clouds is far away.

Tears of homesickness in the journey, see the back of the sail on the horizon. The smoke in the wind blurs where the ferry can be, and the vast river ripples in the sunset.

A Letter from Dongting Lake to Prime Minister Alina Zhang Haoran

The autumn water rises and almost blends with the shore, mixing water and sky with the sky. Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang.

I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age. Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish.

Yellow Crane Tower in Cui Hao.

The fairy of the past has flown away by the yellow crane, leaving only an empty Yellow Crane Tower. The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years.

Every tree in hanyang becomes clear in the water, and parrot island is a nest of herbs, but I look home and the twilight is getting darker? The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy.

Li Bai, send a friend.

Green mountains are located on the north side of the city wall, and the sparkling water surrounds the east of the city. Here you must leave me and drift away. Like loose grass hundreds of miles away.

Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic. With a wave of his hand, he will be separated from now on, and his friend on horseback will carry him on a long journey, blowing a long wind, as if reluctant to leave.

Liu Yuxi in Autumn Poems

Since ancient times, I feel sad and lonely every autumn. I think autumn is more than spring. There is no one in the clear sky in Wan Li, and a crane, Ling Yunfei, has aroused my meditation on the blue sky.

"Journey to Lushan Mountain" by Mei Yao Chen

In the early morning, the rolling Lushan Mountain, with thousands of peaks competing and beautiful, is spectacular, which just caters to my interest in natural scenery. Along the way, the mountain range in front of me is constantly changing, and a person is immersed in the winding and deep wild road, but forgets where to go.

The sun rises, the snow melts, the mountains look more silent and empty, the silly bear is slowly climbing the tree, and the deer is leisurely sipping the stream. Where is he? There are chickens outside the cloud.

Su Shi in Huanxisha

Play Qingquan Temple in Qishui, next to the temple is Lanxi, and the stream flows west.

The buds just growing at the foot of the mountain are soaked in the stream, and the sand road between the pine trees is washed away by the rain. In the evening, the rain began to trickle down, and cuckoo calls came from the pine forest.

Who says life can't go back to adolescence? The water in front of the door can also flow west! Don't bemoan the passage of old age!

1 1 land trip of the storm on the 4th of the month.

I lay sprawled in my lonely country, not feeling sad about my situation, but thinking about defending the frontier of the country. Lying at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream.