Lesson 15 Five Versions of Ancient Poems (the first volume of the seventh grade of People's Education Edition)

Climb the high Jieshi Mountain in the east and overlook the boundless sea.

The water waves are surging, and the mountain island is high by the water.

There are many trees on the mountain island, and all kinds of grass are flourishing.

The bleak autumn wind blows, and the water is rough.

The sun and the moon seem to rise on the sea.

The milky way, the sun and the moon are brilliant, as if from the sea (intertextuality is used here)

Fortunately, I used this poem to express my feelings.

The road that tourists must take extends from Qingqing Beigushan to the distance. Blue waves rippled on the river, and I just drove the boat forward.

The tide rises, flush with the coast, and the river becomes open and boundless. The wind blows gently, and the wind is not biased. A white sail seems to be hanging on the high river.

The red sun was born in the East China Sea, breaking through the night and driving away the darkness of the earth. The river is filled with warm breath, and spring has entered the old year early.

How much I miss my dear hometown. The letter has been written. How can I send it home? The geese have crossed the clear sky, please take a letter to Luoyang.

Strolling by the west lake. Gushan Temple extends from the north to the west of Jiagongting. At high tide, the lake is just flush with the levee, and the white clouds overlap with the waves on the lake. A few early orioles scrambled to fly to the sunny tree. I don't know whose new swallow is nesting with spring mud in its mouth. Some colorful spring flowers (wild flowers) gradually fascinated people's eyes, and the shallow spring grass just covered the horseshoe. I like walking in the east of the West Lake and enjoying the beautiful scenery. If I don't appreciate it enough, I will go to see the charming broken bridge in Green Liu Xia.

Dead vines twine around ancient trees, and crows fly back to the trees at dusk to roost. Under the small bridge, the stream flows through the people on both sides. There is a traveler riding a tired thin horse, facing the biting autumn wind, slowly marching on the ancient desolate road. As the sun sets, travelers are extremely sad and wander far from home.