The ancient classical Chinese is about 160 characters.

1. There are no punctuation marks around the word 160 about incorruptible ancient prose.

Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi

The mountain is not high, and the fairy is famous. The water is not deep, and the dragon is the spirit. I am a humble room, but I am virtuous. The moss on the stage is green, and the curtain grass is green. There is no Ding Bai who laughs and has a university. You can tune the pipa and read Jin Dian. There is no confusion, and there is no complicated form. Zhuge Lu in Nanyang and Ting Yun Pavilion in West Shu. Kong Ziyun: What's wrong?

Ailian said.

Song Dynasty: Zhou Dunyi

The flowers of land and water plants are very fragrant. Tao Jinyuan clearly loves chrysanthemums. Since Li Tang came, people all over the world have loved peonies. Love lotus alone, dirt-free, clear but not demon. Straight outside, not crawling, fragrant and clear. It is slim and elegant, so you can look at it from a distance without looking ridiculous. (I love a work very much: making love)

Want to call chrysanthemum, the hermit of flowers; Peony, blooming with wealth; Lotus, the gentleman of flowers. Hey! The love between chrysanthemums and flowers is rarely heard after Tao. Who gave the lotus love? Peony love is suitable for all ages!

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Pre-Qin: Qu Yuan

After Qu Yuan was exiled, he didn't see him again for three years. He tried his best to serve the country, but he was slandered one after another. I am depressed and confused, and I don't know where to go. So Zheng Yinwenbo, who went to see the divination, said, "I am very confused about some things. I hope your divination can help me analyze and judge." . Zheng Zhanyin put down the yarrow, dusted the tortoise shell and asked, "What can I do for you, sir?" " ? "

Qu Yuan said, "I'd rather look at money. I'm loyal to it. I'll send it to Lao Lai. Is it infinite? "

"Mowing grass is better than ploughing, and swimming becomes famous as an adult? Would you rather be outspoken than drag out an ignoble existence, or drag out an ignoble existence and stay away from vulgarity and wealth? Would you rather be a real person, a scholar and a woman? Why don't you be honest and clean, lead an honest and clean life, and be ridiculous as fat?

"If you were thousands of miles away, would you go with the flow like a duck in the water and steal all my body?" Will it be better to put a yoke on the horse, and will it follow the horse's track? Why not compete with the oriole for food, or with the chicken for food?

"This is good or bad? Where are you going?

"The world is unclear: cicadas are heavy and thousands of people are light; The yellow bell is destroyed, and the tile thunders; Men are arrogant and wise men are nameless. I am silent, who knows my Lian Zhen! "

Zhan Yin explained the policy and thanked him: "The husband's feet are short, but the inches are strong; Lack of things, ignorance; If you can't count, God can't understand. Do whatever you want. Kampuchea can't know about it. "

2. What are the ancient poems of about 150 words? First, "Short Songs" Author: Cao Cao in the Eastern Han Dynasty 1, the whole poem is a song about wine and life geometry! For example, morning dew is much more difficult to go to Japan.

Be generous, and your troubles will be unforgettable. How to solve your worries? Only Du Kang.

Qingqing is your collar, YY is my miss. But for your sake, I've thought it over.

A herd of deer, yo, ate mugwort in Ye Yuan. I have a group of good guests, playing the piano and playing the piano.

As clear as the bright moon, when can I forget it? The troubles come from this and cannot be cut off. The weirder, the more useless.

Talk about it? I miss the elegance of the past. There are few stars on the moon, and blackbirds fly south.

Turn around the tree three times, what branches can you rely on? The mountain is never too high, and the sea is never too deep. The duke of Zhou vomited, and the world returned to the heart.

2. Singing while drinking, life is short. Just like the morning dew is fleeting, there are too many lost days! The songs on the table are passionate and generous, and melancholy has filled my heart for a long time.

By what to alleviate depression? Only binge drinking can set you free. Those blue-collar students, you make me miss you day and night.

It is because of you that I have been chanting deeply to this day. In the sunshine, the deer are chirping on the green slope and eating leisurely.

Once talented people from all over the world come to our home, I will entertain guests in blowing sheng. When can I pick the bright moon hanging in the sky? My long-standing worries and resentment suddenly welled up and merged into a long river.

Guests from afar came to see me one after another on the field path. Meet again after a long separation, have a long talk, have a full meal, and try to tell the old feelings.

There are few stars in the moon, and a group of nesting blackbirds fly south. Fly around the tree for three weeks without breaking your wings. Where can you live? The mountains do not hesitate to look at the towering rocks, but the sea does not abandon the trickle to see the grandeur.

I would like to be as courteous and courteous to the virtuous corporal as Duke Zhou, and I would like the heroes of the world to sincerely submit to me. Second, "Into the Wine" Author: Li Bai 1 Tang Dynasty, the whole poem is gone forever, and how the water of the Yellow River moved out of heaven and entered the ocean is gone forever.

Have you noticed that the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is silky black in the morning, has turned into snow at night. Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! .

Since God has given talents, let them be used! As for the money, although it is scattered, it will get together again. Cook a sheep, kill a cow, sharpen your appetite, and let me, 300 bowls, take a big drink! .

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng can drink and drink endlessly. Let me sing you a song! Please listen to me.

What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? I hope I will never wake up. 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! .

Five flower horses, Hsi Chin, give them to the boy in exchange for good wine. Whatever you want, sell eternal sorrow. You see the Yellow River falling from the sky, and the waves rolled straight into the East China Sea, never to return.

You can see white hair in the mirror of the Tang Dynasty, moss in the morning and snowflakes at night. When you are proud of your life, you should enjoy yourself, and don't let the golden cup be empty to the bright moon.

God has made me useful, and even if I run out of all my gold, I will get it again. Let's enjoy cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle, and don't drink too many cups at once. Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, drink quickly and don't stop.

I want to sing a song for all my friends here. Please listen carefully. It is not uncommon for Chinese music food to be so rich. I'd rather get drunk than stay awake forever.

Sages and benevolent people have been silent since ancient times, and only those who are good at drinking leave a good reputation. At that time, Wang Chen and Cao Zhi feasted, and a barrel of fine wine was worth ten thousand yuan, so they drank as much as they could.

Master, why do you say there is not much money? Just bring me wine to drink with my friends. No matter what it is, it's expensive five-legged horse or fox fur fur. Tell the waiter to switch to wine and drink with you to melt this eternal sadness.

Three, "Du Ming" by Jiang Kui 1 Song Dynasty, the whole poem Shen Bing went to Japan and gave it to Wei Yang. At the beginning of the night snow, the wheat is looking forward to it.

Entering the city, you will look around for depression, cold water is green, dusk is rising, and corners are sad. I feel sad from it and feel sorry for past lives, because I am watching this song.

The old man in Yan Qian thinks there is a kind of sadness of "separation". Huaizuomingdu, Zhuxi is a good place with few saddles on the initial journey.

Ten miles after the spring breeze, the wheat is green. Since Huma went to see the river, he abandoned the trees by the pool and still hated talking about soldiers.

At dusk, the horn is bright and the cold is blowing, all in the empty city. Du's reward is now surprisingly heavy.

Vertically speaking, although the dream of a brothel is good, it is difficult to be affectionate. The 24th Bridge is still there, the waves are swaying, and Leng Yue is silent.

After reading the red medicine by the bridge, who will you know every year? 2. I passed Yangzhou on the winter solstice in the spring. It snows at night in Chuqing, and it's full of grass and wheat.

Entering Yangzhou is a depression, the river is green and cold, the sky is getting late, and the bleak horn rings in the city. My heart is sad, feeling the changes of Yangzhou city in the past and present, so I wrote this song myself.

Old man Yan Qian thinks that this word has the sad meaning of "millet separation". Yangzhou is a famous metropolis east of Huaihe River. It's a beautiful residence in Zhuxi Pavilion. Taking off the saddle and staying less is the initial journey.

In the past, it was a prosperous landscape with a spring breeze of ten miles, but now I see it covered with wheat leaves and grass. Since the nomads from the Yangtze River invaded and retreated, they abandoned the pond garden and cut it. So far, they still hate talking about the battles of the old days.

The weather is getting dusk, and the bleak horn is blowing cold, all in Yangzhou after the robbery. Du Mu has a good taste, and I expect him to be surprised when he comes here again today.

Even if the word "cardamom" is exquisite, the poetry of brothel dream is also very good, and it is difficult to express deep feelings. Twenty-four Bridges are still there, but the river under the bridge is mighty, and Leng Yue is silent everywhere.

I miss the red peony by the bridge, but I know who it blooms for every year! Fourth, "Liu Zhou Song Tou Chang Duan" Author: Zhang Xiaoxiang 1 Song Dynasty, the whole poem Chang Duan, Guan Sai Mang Ran Ping. The dust is dark, the frost is thick and the sound is quiet.

The dark needle solidifies. Recalling the past, near the sky, inhuman; In our sight, string songs and land are also fishy.

Waterproof felt country, under the setting sun, cattle and sheep flock together, and the area is vertical and horizontal. People were surprised to see the famous Wang Xiao hunting, riding a fire to make clear pictures, beating drums and wailing.

Read the arrow at the waist, the sword in the box, empty the cockroach, how can it be realized! Time is easy to lose, but when you are strong inside, your age will be zero. The mysterious Beijing God.

Dry feather Fang Huaiyuan, quiet and quiet, died. Crown makes, flock, if it is love! It is said that the old friends in the Central Plains always look south and are beautiful in jade.

Make pedestrians here, loyal and angry, with tears. The bank of Huaihe River is endless, and the lush weeds on the border are a flat and wide wasteland.

The dust of the Northern Expedition was dark, the cold autumn wind was cold, and there was silence on the frontier. I stared at it and felt gloomy.

Looking back on the depression in the Central Plains in those years, I am afraid it is fate, which cannot be reversed by human resources. On the edge of Zhushui and Surabaya, where Confucius' disciples studied, and in the land of ritual and music where string songs are handed over to Qin, it has also become a land of pure fish. Across the river is the enemy's tent, and the sun sets into dusk.

3. 120 words of classical Chinese > (senior one text)

Ancient scholars must have teachers. Teacher, so preach and teach to solve doubts. People are not born knowing, who can have no doubt? If you are confused and don't follow the teacher, you will be confused and you will never understand. Before I was born, I studied Tao before I was born, so I learned from Tao. After I was born,

Its Taoist smell depends on me first, so I can learn from it. I am a teacher, and I don't know that years were born in me. Therefore, there is no nobility, no inferiority, no length, no shortage, and the existence of Tao and the existence of teachers.

Ha ha! It's been a long time since the teacher passed on the Tao! It's hard to be confused! The ancient sages are far away, and they are still in the teacher's question; Today's people are far from saints, and they are ashamed to learn from their teachers. So saints are good for saints, and fools are good for fools. What makes saints holy and fools stupid? Love his son, choose a teacher and teach him; If you are in your body, you will feel ashamed and confused. The boy's teacher,

The readers who teach this book and learn its sentences are not the people I call spreading its teachings to solve its confusion. Don't know what to read, don't understand, don't know what to learn, don't know what to learn, or don't know what to do in primary school. Witch doctors and musicians are skilled workers, and they are not ashamed to learn from each other. The families of the scholar-officials called their teacher disciple Yun, and they got together and talked and laughed. When asked, he said, "He is almost the same as that year and in the same way." Humble is a shame, sublime is flattered. "blare! The teacher's way is unknown. Witch doctors are highly skilled musicians, and gentlemen disdain them. Today, his wisdom is out of reach, strange and embarrassing! Saint impermanence teacher. Confucius studied under Tan Zi, Changhong, Shi Xiang and Lao Dan. Scorpions' disciples are not as clever as Confucius. Confucius said: If there are three people, there must be a teacher. So disciples don't have to be inferior to teachers, and teachers don't have to be superior to disciples. They have a good understanding of Taoism and specialize in their skills. That's all.

Seventeen-year-old Li is good at ancient prose and knows all six arts. He has unlimited time to learn from Yu Yu. Yu Jiaqi can take the ancient road,

The teacher said to make it.

Ps. This word seems a little too much. Let me introduce a simpler one. You choose.

Humble room inscription (junior high school text)

The mountain is not high, and the fairy is famous. The water is not deep, and the dragon is the spirit.

I am a humble room, but I am virtuous. The moss on the stage is green, and the curtain grass is green.

There is no Ding Bai who laughs and has a university. You can tune the pipa and read Jin Dian.

There is no confusion, and there is no complicated form. Zhuge Lu in Nanyang and Ting Yun Pavilion in West Shu.

Kong Ziyun: What's wrong?

4. What is the preface to the lyrics of160? Mourning mood

There are several years in life, Xia Han, when a person is young.

Willow Island, flying catkins and sunset, like a snow bath and a sunset.

Swallows crow and fly around, eyebrows bend and jade fingers smile at cherries.

Broken covered bridges, tears tell parting, and interdependence is unpredictable.

In the middle of winter in Saibei, the ancient roads in the pool are sad and the mountains and rivers are singing.

Ground glass wine, blowing snow into a knife, whistling in the war.

Looking at the cliff, the cold star is accompanied by the moon, reflecting the silver armor and shining with blood.

The water is cold, broken and broken, and the feelings of returning are sheathed.

Ten years of battlefield, hundreds of miles of solitary graves, gongs and drums.

I believe Ma Bao, the triumphant arrival, although the victory is particularly painful, broken arrow is dead and thousands of books is hard to describe.

The general took off his armor, put on the boat's water jacket and put on a lotus flower in the breeze. Recalling that year, he held hands and smiled.

In my hometown of Sean, I only heard the sound of singing, but I didn't see the smoke from the kitchen.

Old friends tell each other that jade is not fragrant, breaking the tone of western words.

Hanging on the railing, the years are hard to get old,

The leaves are falling, the autumn rain is invisible, and the corner is empty.

Zhu's door is locked, like a white hair painting, because Qing has forgotten her carefree life since then, and just wants to have a look.

The wind is rustling and the road is clear, and I am accompanied by Iraqis. Please don't bother me.

5. The calligraphy works of ancient poetry can generally be included in N Poems of Tang Dynasty, or can be written in ancient couplets, such as Kunming Daguanlou (180 words): Kunming Daguanlou was written by Sun Ranweng, a famous scholar in Kunming during the Qianlong period of Qing Dynasty. The whole association is as follows: Five hundred miles of Dianchi Lake came to the fundus, draped on the shore, and there was boundless joy.

Look: Shen Jun in the east, Lingqi in the west, winding in the north and Wusu in the south. Why not choose to win and board?

Ride the crab island Luozhou, combing the package in the wind and fog; It is even more beautiful, dotted with some green feathers and Danxia. Not lonely: fragrant rice and clear sand all around, hibiscus in September and willow in March. Thousands of years ago, the wine is empty, sighing who is the hero? Thinking: Han Xi Louchuan, Tang Biao Iron Column, Song Huiyu Axe, Yuan Yue Leather Bag.

Wei Liefeng tried his best to move mountains. Draw a bead curtain building, which can't be rolled up like dusk rain; Then I broke the wreckage and gave it all to the pale smoke.

Only win: a few minutes, half a river fishing, two rows of autumn geese, a pillow clearing frost.

6. Who knows the original text of ancient classical Chinese 1000: A woman came to the village, twenty years old, four or five years old.

Bring a medicine bag, the doctor who sells it. If there is a patient, a woman can't ask a fairy at dusk.

Clean the room at night and close it. The crowd gathered around the doors and windows, listening silently, but whispering, afraid to cough.

Internal and external movements are invisible. At night, I suddenly heard the sound of curtains.

The woman inside said, "Is Aunt Jiu here?" A woman replied, "I'm coming." Then he said, "Does wintersweet belong to Jiu Yi?" Like a maid answering a cloud: "I'm coming."

Their three words didn't convey their meaning, and they kept jabbering. Hearing the curtain hook moving again, the woman said, "Aunt Liu has arrived."

"Chun Mei also brought Xiao Langzi," he said. A woman said, "Brother Ou! If you don't sleep, you must be from the lady. If you are heavy, you will be tired! " I heard a woman's attentive voice, the voice of nine aunts asking, the voice of six aunts greeting, the voice of two maids comforting, and the laughter of children, making a noise together.

When I heard the woman laugh, she said, "Little Lang Jun is also very interesting. He came all the way to hug the cat. " Then the sound died down, the curtain rang again, and the room was in an uproar, saying, "Why is fourth aunt late?" A young woman replied in a low voice, "It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan, beyond words. You just need to spend some time with menstruation.

Aunt, walk slowly. "So each has a warm and cool sound, and there is a sound of moving and sitting, which is called a sound of sitting, staggered and made, noisy and numerous rooms, and the food is hectares.

That is to say, I heard that the woman was ill. Nine aunts want ginseng, six aunts want astragalus, and four aunts want surgery.

When I moved, I heard Jiugu calling a pen and inkstone. Nothing, origami awkward, pen throwing hat, ink rumbling; With a few strokes, the pen tinkled and Sue was wrapped in a pinch of medicine.

After a while, the woman opened the curtain and prescribed medicine for the patient. Reflexively entering the room, I heard my third aunt say goodbye, and my third aunt said goodbye. The child was dumb and my cat got up for a while.

Jiugu's voice is crisp, Liugu's voice is slow and pale, Gu Si's voice is charming and graceful, and Sanmai's voice has its own merits, which can be distinguished after listening. Everyone was shocked and thought it was a true god.

And trying its prescription is not very effective. This is called ventriloquism, which is specially used to sell its surgical ears.

However, this is also strange! Yesterday, Wang Xinyi once said: "In the capital, I occasionally passed by the market and heard string songs, and the audience was blocked. A closer look reveals the voice of a man for several years.

There is no musical instrument, but I press my cheek with one finger. I hold it and it sounds loud, like a string. "Also the wonderful ventriloquism.

One day, a young woman came to this village She is about twenty-four or five years old. I saw her carrying a medicine box and selling medicine to cure diseases in the village.

When people in the village heard about it, they all came out to see her for treatment. But the young woman said that she couldn't write a prescription, and she couldn't ask the fairy for advice until after dark.

People waited patiently for the night to come. In the evening, she cleaned a small room and shut herself up.

People in the village gathered around the doors and windows to listen. At this time, people consciously stopped talking, and only a few people were whispering.

After a while, there was no sound inside and outside the small house. As night fell, people suddenly heard the sound of curtains being lifted in the hut.

Inside, the young woman asked, "Is Aunt Jiu there?" Only heard another woman answer: "coming!" " He asked again, "Did wintersweet come with Jiugu?" ? "A maid-like person said," Here we are. " Then, three women chattered and talked endlessly.

After a while, people outside heard the sound of curtain hooks in the hut again. The young woman said, "Aunt Liu is coming." The person next to her said, "Chun Mei also came with his little son."

A woman said, "Stubborn guy!" Coax him, he won't sleep, and he has to follow Aunt Liu. His body seems to weigh thousands of pounds. Carrying him is really tiring! "Then, I heard the young woman's thanks, nine aunts' greetings, six aunts' greetings, two maids' mutual comfort, the children's laughter and the noise of the crowd.

The young woman smiled and said, "Little Childe likes to play too much, and he brought a cat so far away." At this time, the sound inside gradually died down, the curtains rang again, and the hut was noisy again.

Someone asked, "Why did Fourth Aunt come so late?" A young girl whispered, "For more than a thousand miles, my aunt and I walked for a long time, and my aunt walked too slowly." Then, there was another greeting, the sound of moving seats and adding chairs. All kinds of voices are intertwined, and the room is noisy. It took a long time to settle down.

Until then, people outside the small house heard the young woman seek treatment from the fairy. Jiugu thinks ginseng should be used, Liugu thinks astragalus should be used, and Gu Si says Atractylodes macrocephala should be used. They thought for a moment.

Then, I heard Jiugu calling for pen and ink. Soon, the paper creaked, the pen was pulled out, the nib sleeve was thrown on the table, and the sound of grinding ink was very clear. After writing the prescription, Jiugu threw the pen on the table, grabbed the medicine and packed it, making a susu sound.

After a while, the young woman opened the curtain, called the patients in the village to get medicine and prescriptions, and then turned back to her room. Then, she heard the third aunt say goodbye, the three maids say goodbye, the children babbled, the kitten meowed, and soon got up. Jiugu's voice is crisp and loud, Liugu's voice is slow and old, and Gu Si's voice is soft and euphemistic. The voices of the three maids also have their own characteristics, which can be clearly distinguished by outsiders.

When people in the village heard this "fairy meeting", they thought that they were all immortals and were amazed. The sick man took back the prescriptions and herbs that young women asked the "immortals" for advice and tortured them to drink them quickly, but his condition did not improve after taking the medicine.

Later, people in the village knew that the young woman was performing ventriloquism, but there was no fairy. She's just selling her herbs with ventriloquism.

Once upon a time, Wang Xinyi once said, "When I happened to pass by a place in the capital, I heard the sound of singing, and people were surrounded like a wall. When I took a closer look, it turned out to be a teenager playing music with his voice. He doesn't have a musical instrument, just put a finger on his cheek, and his voice is very clear and powerful, which is no different from that of a musical instrument. This is also the offspring of ventriloquism. I moved here. "