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The content and appreciation of reciting all the extracurricular ancient poems in the second volume of seventh grade Chinese

First, Bai Juyi sees cutting wheat

The Tian family has less leisure in the month, and people are twice as busy in May. In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow. Mother-in-law is rich in food, and children are full of pot pulp. Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang. Filled with the heat of the country, the back was scorched by the sun. I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer. There is another poor woman with her son in her arms. Grab the ear with your right hand and hang the basket with your left arm. Listening to his words of concern is very sad. My family's taxes are gone, so I can take this to satisfy my hunger. Today, I have no merit, and I have never worked in farming and mulberry. There are three hundred stones in the land, and there is surplus food at the age of eight. I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.

2. Arriving at the border (Wang Wei)

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.

3. Operator Yongmei Mao Zedong

Spring leaves in the storm; With the snow, it came back. Although the icicles on the cliff are still hanging for miles. There is a sweet flower in it.

Joe doesn't fight for spring, only the morning paper. When the flowers bloom, she laughs in the bushes.

4. dequeue? Give strong words to Chen Tongfu as a token of Xin Qiji.

Drunk in the dream of watching the sword under the oil lamp, dreaming back to the old days of the military camp, a horn sounded. Give the roast beef to the men and the band will play northern songs. This is a military parade on the battlefield in autumn.

Horses run like Ma Delu, bows and arrows fly like thunder. It is a good idea for the emperor to complete the great cause of recovering the lost land of the country and gain a good reputation from generation to generation. It's in vain.

Verb (abbreviation of verb) 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 returns to the world, and the white clouds will never fly.

Jing is a Hanyang tree, while Parrot Island is a nest of herbs. /but I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker? The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy.

Sixth, the top scholar Su Shi

Drunk in the dream of watching the sword under the oil lamp, dreaming back to the old days of the military camp, a horn sounded. Eight hundred miles to divide the main fire, fifty strings to cross the Great Wall, and autumn soldiers on the battlefield.

Horses run like Ma Delu, bows and arrows fly like thunder. It is a good idea for the emperor to complete the great cause of recovering the lost land of the country and gain a good reputation from generation to generation. Poor white hair. The meditation place behind the regular building of Duanshan Temple

On a pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops. A winding path leads to a hidden place, and the Buddhist temple is surrounded by branches and flowers.

Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond. All is silent here, but the bell is ringing.

7. cicadas are in the south of the city

The weeping ear drinks clear dew, and the sound is like sparse tung. Cicada is far away from cicada because cicada is on a tall tree, not relying on autumn wind.

Eight. Du Fu's Lonely Goose

Lonely geese don't drink or peck, but only sing. Who pities a shadow and loses a thousand clouds?

Looking at the horizon, I seem to see the figure of my companion; The voice in the valley seems to hear the voice of the companion. Wild birds don't understand the lonely goose's heart, but make noise for their own voice.