A poem about the 23rd.

1.23. Ancient poems and sentences are full of idioms. Kyushu is angry and relies on the wind and thunder, which is pathetic.

The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon.

Male and female hair seems to be shaking, and they seem to be fighting in fierce battles.

It is still the moon and border pass in Qin and Han dynasties, and the enemy has fought a protracted war.

A broken iron halberd sank into the sand and disappeared, only to find that it was the remnant of Battle of Red Cliffs after grinding and washing.

Dapeng rises with the wind one day and soars into Wan Li.

The river of no return is a romantic figure through the ages.

Then, general, I ordered you to continue your work. You concentrated all your money on a piece of silk.

Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.

In the spring breeze, this proud horse runs at the speed of two beats. I visited all the sights of Chang 'an gracefully in one day. Ok, thank you.

2.23. 1 April in the countryside and Four Seasons in the countryside are three ancient poems written by _ _ _ generation poets, namely _ _ _ _ Weng Juan _ _ _ and _ _ _ _ Fan Chengda _ _ _.

2 "April" refers to the number _ _ _ _ _ in the countryside, while "Four Seasons" refers to _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _.

3 Yugezi is the name of _ _ _ _ _, and Yugezi is the work of _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _.

Read the text and answer the questions.

1 The poem describing the old people's leisure fishing in Fishing Songs is: Peach blossoms and flowing water, mandarin fish fat _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _.

2 "Fishing Songs" describes people who are _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Third, let me make up the rhetorical method.

1' s calf looks like a lady and behaves demurely. (personification)

Looking around, there are velvety green grasslands and black and white cattle. (sample diagram)

Canal after canal, lowlands and herds of horses constitute the natural and quiet scenery of Dutch pastures. (sample diagram)

Fourth, paragraph reading in class.

In the evening, I saw someone coming with a boat, sitting on a small bench and milking a serious and silent cow. The golden sunset lay in the western sky, with occasional whistle in the distance, and then silence. Here, no one shouts, the bell hanging around the cow's neck is silent, and the milkman is silent. In the canal, the ships full of milk barrels are running slowly and smoothly, and everything is calm again after the cars and trains full of canned milk keep heading for the city. The last sunset glow also gradually disappeared, and the whole world darkened. The dog stopped barking, the cattle in the pen stopped Cleisthenes, and the horse forgot to kick the baffle of the stable. Sleeping livestock, silent lowlands, (quiet) night, and several lighthouses in the distance are flashing (faint) light. This is the real Holland.

1 Fill in the blanks according to the original text and punctuate the blanks.

This paragraph mainly describes the characteristics of _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

3 When reading aloud, you should adopt a _ _ _ _ _ intonation, speak a little slower _ _ _ _ _, and read out the peaceful and quiet beauty.

1. "Pastoral April Poetry" describes _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

3. The poem of the twenty-third day of the twelfth lunar month is as follows: "The Boxer sent a stove, and everything depends on human effort." Lu Xun only has chicken gum and tooth candy, and etiquette clothes provide petal fragrance.

If there is nothing at home, there are only a few antelopes. "Off-year" Wen Tianxiang Yan Shuo met with poverty, and Jiangnan worshipped off-year.

Being old is happy, and life experience is death. It's snowing in Qian Shan, and it's day in Wan Li, Hong Fei.

Going out is boundless, but I am at a loss. On 24th, Gu Yue, Fan Chengda, the kitchen owner spoke to heaven.

Clouds, cars and horses linger, and there are cups and plates at home. The pig's head is rotten and hot, the fish is fresh, and the bean paste is Gan Song powder bait.

When a man asks his daughter to avoid it, he drinks and burns money. The custom of offering sacrifices to stoves has a long history.

Kitchen God, in the Xia Dynasty, has become a great god respected by traditional people. In the Analects of Confucius, which describes Confucius' words and deeds in the Spring and Autumn Period, there is a saying that "it is better to be charming than beautiful."

In the pre-Qin period, the sacrificial furnace was one of the "five sacrifices" (the five sacrifices were the five gods of sacrificial furnace, gate, line, household and thunder). Ray is the land god.

The other is doors, wells, households, stoves and lightning; Or lines, wells, households, stoves, thunder). When offering sacrifices to the stove, you should establish a spirit and make a sacrifice with rich wine and food.

It is necessary to display tripods, arrange water beans, welcome corpses and so on. With obvious traces of primitive fetishism.

4.23 words make up a sentence 1. There is no true love in my life, and I don't want to hate you. Fortunately, I have endured it and lived my whole life for happiness.

I have never been happy in my life. I really don't want to live for love all my life. I love you very much.

I don't live well for love. I really can't bear to hate you all my life and want to be happy in this life!

I hate you so much, life is unhappy, and I really don't want to endure life for love in my life!

I hate that you have never loved me in your life. I can't bear to live for love. I want to be happy all my life!

6. I hate that you have never loved me in your life. I really can't bear to live for love all my life. I really want to be happy!

7. I love you, and I really want to be happy, but I don't. I have to endure life for love all my life. What a nuisance!

8. Life is so happy. I don't really want to hate you without you. I am forbearing, there must be love in my life!

9. I really want to hate you, and I can bear it. I have lived for true love in my life, and I have never been unhappy in my life.

10. I have never been happy for love in my life. I really can't bear to hate you. I live this life, and I love you very much.

1 1. There is no true love in my life. I don't want to endure it all my life. Better live happily than hate you.

12. I think it's better not to be happy for love in my life than to hate you all my life.

13. I hate not having true feelings in my life. I miss you so much that I am willing to endure life for love.

14. If you want to be happy, you must live for love. In this life, I hate you, which is better than enduring it all my life.

15. I hate that you have never loved me in your life. I can't bear to live for love. I really want to be happy all my life!

16. I can't bear to hate you. In this life, I want to live happily for the truth, which is better than not having love all my life.

17. I hate you to death. I really want to live for love all my life, and I am not happy in this life. Hold on.

18. I hate this life. I can't bear to be happy. I have lived my true love and I miss you!

19. There is no happiness in this world. For love, I will endure. My life is very difficult. I really hate you!

20. I have never hated you in my life. I really can't bear to love. I really want to live a happy life.

2 1. There is no true love in my life, and I don't want to hate you. Fortunately, I endured it and lived my whole life for happiness.

22. I have been in love all my life. I have never been happy in my life. I really want to hate you. I can't stand it.

23. Being in love is really unhappy, but I've been trying to be good all my life. I don't hate you, but I'm enduring it.

I can't bear to hate you. I really want to live a happy life without love in my life.

I can't bear to hate you. I really want to live a happy life without love in my life.

5. Please satisfy the full text of the following 23 poems. Li Yu went to the west wing alone without saying a word, and the moon was like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locked the clear autumn.

Cut constantly, the reason is still chaotic, in order to leave sorrow, the in the mind has a special taste. The rain outside the Liyu curtain in Langtaosha is gurgling, and the spring is fading.

Allred-rochow is too cold to stand. I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day.

Don't lean on the bar alone, it is infinite. It's easier to see when it's not.

Running water is gone, and spring is gone. Liu Yong, who was born in Klang Ganzhou, sprinkled the rainy evening on the river and washed away the autumn.

The bleak frost wind is tight, the river surface of the mountains and rivers is deserted, and the setting sun shines on the tall buildings. Red flowers wither everywhere, and all the beautiful scenery gradually disappears.

Only the gushing water of the Yangtze river flows eastward without sound. Without the heart to climb the distance and overlook the distant home, it is difficult to gather the desire to go home.

Sighing where these years have gone, why do you have to stay in a strange land for a long time? If you want a beautiful woman to look at the building, you will miss it a few times and return to the boat. Try to know me, lean on the dry place, carefree.

Fan Zhongyan, a proud fisherman, has a strange scenery in Qiu Lai, but Hengyang Wild Goose didn't notice it. The voices from all directions, rising from the corner, are thousands of miles away.

Long smoke and sunset, isolated city closed. A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet.

Guan Qiang frost is sleepless in the world. Is the general white-haired and tearful? Yan Shu, Huanxisha, a new song, a glass of wine. Last year, the weather got old. When will the sunset come back? There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns.

Wandering alone in the small garden, fragrant path. Magnolia Song Qidong gradually felt that the scenery was good, and it was wrinkled and corrugated to welcome guests.

Poplar smoke is lighter than Han Xiao, and the branches of red apricots are full of spring. Floating growth hates less pleasure, but is willing to love a daughter and smile.

Drink for you to persuade the sunset, and leave a photo among the flowers all night. Su Shi (Chen Bing Mid-Autumn Festival, happily drinking, drunk, writing this article, pregnant), when will there be a bright moon? I take my glass from a distance.

I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight? I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance to find the shadow, what is it like! The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self.

The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.

Nian Nujiao is nostalgic for the Sushi River, a romantic figure through the ages. To the west of the old base, there is a rich collection of people: Chibi, Zhou Lang, where the three countries stand.

The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow. The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once.

Looking back on Zhou Yu's spring breeze era, young and beautiful Joe just married him, and he was full of heroic spirit. A white figure with a feather fan came face to face, and while talking and laughing, the enemy warships burned to ashes.

I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely. Life is like a dream, sprinkle a glass of wine to pay tribute to the bright moon on the river.

Su Shi, the son of Jiangcheng, was born and died for ten years. He never thought about it, but he never forgot it. Nowhere to talk about the lonely grave. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.

At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home. Xiao Xuan was dressing, and I didn't care about anything but tears. Liaode's annual heartbroken land 323131335323635438+034313032313635333e59b9e7ad943133262363737.

Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng. How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu.

Like a dream, Li Qingzhao had a sudden storm last night, and she didn't need residual wine to sleep soundly. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there.

Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin plum blossom, Li Qingzhao's, red, fragrant, jade, mushrooms and autumn, a light solution to Luo Shang, alone in the blue boat.

Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building. Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles.

One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation.

Only under the eyebrows, but in my heart. Drunk flower shade, Li Qingzhao's fog, thick clouds and sorrow forever, the brain sells golden beasts.

Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked. Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves.

Mo Tao doesn't forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. Li Qingzhao's voice is slow, searching, cold, and sad.

It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.

Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk.

This time, what a sad sentence! The red Yue Fei in the boundless river rushed to the crown with anger, leaning on the fence and raining. Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce.

Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. Don't be idle, grow old together and be unhappy.

Jingkang shame, still not snow; When will courtiers hate it? Driving a long car, breaking through the lack of Helan Mountain. Eat pork when you are hungry, and drink Hun blood when you are thirsty.

Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky. Mao Feng traveled the earth with red crisp hands, yellow wine and willow trees all over the city.

Dongfeng evil, with a faint heart and a cup of sadness, has been separated for several years. No! No! No! Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad.

Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books. Mo, Mo, Mo! Yongmei Liu Youyi, the diviner, broke the bridge outside. He was alone and without friends.

Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, already exhausted, but also subject to wind and rain. Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care.

Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual. Lu You resented Wanli for sealing Hou, while Ma guarded Liangzhou.

Where is the dream of closing the river, the dust darkens the old mink and fur. The Hu people are still alive, the temples are frosty in autumn, and the affectionate tears are dry.

Who could have predicted in this life that the original intention was to leave the enemy in Tianshan Mountain, but now he is destined to die of old age in Cangzhou! In the case of Xin Qiji's sapphire, thousands of trees were planted in the east wind night, and the stars fell like rain.

BMW carved cars are full of incense. Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night.

Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone. Looking for him in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.

Qing Ping Le Xin Qi Ji has a low eaves and a grassy stream. When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white.

The big boy hoes beans and flows east, while the middle boy weaves chicken cages; I like children and scoundrels best, lying on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers. Xijiangyue Xin Qiji moon surprises magpies, and the breeze chirps in the middle of the night.

The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance. In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year.

In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to Xitou. Xin Qiji, a broken man, looked at the sword drunk and dreamed of blowing horns and camping.

Eight hundred miles to divide the main fire, fifty strings to turn over the Great Wall, and the enemy is 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. Poor hair has become a white-haired man! (Xin Qiji once fished in the sea, moved from Hubei to Cao to Hunan, and built a small mountain pavilion with his colleague Wang Mai as a blessing. )

More can disappear, a few storms, and rush back to spring. Cherish spring for fear of early blooming, not to mention countless red flowers.

Living in spring, when things happen, there is no turning back at the end of the world. Hate spring and have no words.

It's just diligent, and it's doing everything in Yogyakarta. Nagato, quasi-quasi-rituals and mistakes.

Moth eyebrows used to be enviable. A thousand dollars to buy each other is like buying a gift, but who complains about this situation? Stop dancing, can't you see, Yan Feiyu's ring is covered with dust! Leisure is the hardest.

Don't lean against the fence, the sun is setting.

6. The poem about the sun is 1 Clouds and the sun set each other off, and the empty water was clear.

Southern Dynasties Xie Lingyun's Island on the River II. The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen. Wei's "Crossing the Kanto" 3. The green hills on both sides of the strait are opposite, and the sails come alone.

Looking at Tianmen Mountain by Tang Li Bai 4. Spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, and Chang 'an flowers can be seen all day. Tang Meng Jiao's "After Exam" 5. Dark clouds crush the city and light dissipates the sun.

Tang Yan Men Tai Shou Hang 6. The clouds began to sink into the pavilion, and rain was coming. Don Xu Hun's "East Building of Xianyang City" 7. Old roots are strong, and the sun is more cloudy.

Wang Song Anshi's Lonely Tung 8. The breeze can't kill the heat, and the sunset flies into the sky. Ling's Summer Drought and Heat 9. The next day, the leaves were infinitely blue and the lotus flowers were of different colors.

Song Yang Wanli's "Xiao Chu Jingci Temple Send Linzi Square" 10. At sunrise, the river is red, and in spring, the river is green, like blue. Tang Bai Juyi's Memory of Jiangnan 1 1. To see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night.

Tang Li Shangyin (12) Leyuan Scenic Area. Only when the sun sets on the stream, the wind shadow of the old flag falls into the spring stream. Tang Lugui dreamed of visiting Huaiwanling 13. When the wind is sunny, birds sing in groups and flowers climb.

Don Du Xunhe's Resentment of the Spring Palace 14. Clouds on the ridge are covered with floc hats, and bronze finches are hung on the trees on the first day. Stone's "in Xincheng Road" 15. At dusk, the north wind blew away the rain, and several peaks were thin.

Lei's first look at Songshan 16. See smoke in the mountains and sunset in the bamboo. Wu Jun's Miscellaneous Poems in the Mountains in the Southern Dynasties 17. Pilgrims' hats, with the setting sun, are getting farther and farther under the green hills.

Farewell to Master Che Ling by Liu Tang Changqing 18. ... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. A mooring place under Beibao Mountain 19 in Tangwangwan. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

Ma Yuan Zhiyuan's Sand Cleaning 20. On a pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops. Tang Changjian's Zen Forest after Broken Mountain Temple 2 1. It was noon when weeding, and sweat dripped into the soil.

Tang, Compassion for Peasants, page 22. In the evening, the cattle and sheep came down. The Book of Songs, The Battle of Gentlemen, 23. Gentleman service, in a few days and months.

The Book of Songs, The Battle of Gentlemen, 24. At the southeast corner of sunrise, look at my Qinshi Building. Shang Mo Sang 25. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back.

Tao Jin Yuanming "Drinking" 26. I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun. Tang Li Bai's "It's Hard to Walk" 27. Since yesterday, I have to leave Bolt and me behind. It hurts my heart even more today.

Tang Li Bai's Farewell to School Shu Yun in Xuanzhou Xie Tiao Building, page 28. But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker? The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy. Yellow Crane Tower in Tang Cuihao. On a pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops.

Tang Changjian's Zen Realm after Broken Mountain Temple 30. Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring. Autumn poems in Yuxi, Liu Tang (3 1) are full of rustic heat, and their backs are burned by the sun.

Tang Bai Juyi's "Looking at Wheat Cutting" 32. After all, Qian Fan isn't, and the oblique view is full of water. Tang Wen Ting Yun's "Looking South" 33. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke is isolated from the sunset.

Song Fan Zhongyan's Fisherman's Pride 34. A new song and a glass of wine, the weather was old last year. When will the sunset come back? , Shu's "Huanxisha" 35. Flying to Chihiro Tower on the mountain, I heard that the rooster was crowing.

Wang Song Anshi's Deng Fei Laifeng 36. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. Ma Yuan Zhiyuan's Tianjingsha Qiu Si 37. The mighty sorrows and sorrows are slanting in the daytime, and the whip refers to the horizon.

Modern Gong Zizhen's Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems 38. The green hills on both sides of the strait are opposite, and the sails come alone. Tang Libai sees Tianmen Mountain.