All the ancient poems in grades 7 to 9
1, look at the sea-Cao Cao
On the east coast, climb Jieshi Mountain to see the vast sea. The sea is so vast that the islands stand high on the sea. Trees and paraquat are very lush. Autumn wind makes trees make sad sounds, and the sea is surging. The movement of the sun and the moon seems to come from the vast ocean. A trip to the sun and the moon, if unexpected; Han is a talented star, if you take him by surprise. I am glad to use this poem to express my inner desire.
Climb Jieshi Mountain to the east and enjoy the vast sea. How vast the sea is, and the mountain island stands high on the seaside. Trees and herbs flourish. The autumn wind blows the trees and makes a sad sound, and the sea is rough. The movement of the sun and the moon seems to emanate from this vast ocean.
The Milky Way galaxy is full of stars, as if they were born from this vast ocean. I am fortunate to use this poem to express my inner ambition.
2. A berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain-Wang Wan
Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. Finally, I can send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang.
Wandering alone outside the green hills, sailing alone among the green waters. With the rising tide, the gap between the two sides is getting bigger and bigger. The wind blows; A white sail hung high. The night will pass and the sunrise on the sea will rise; Spring has already appeared in the river before the New Year. Now that the letter from home has been sent, where will it be sent? I hope the geese will return to the north and be sent to the edge of Luoyang.
3. Spring Tour of Qiantang River-Bai Juyi
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake. Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
Bypassing the north of Gushan Temple, strolling in the west of Jiagong Pavilion, the white clouds hang low at the beginning of the lake. Several warm trees that the oriole came out early competed for sunshine, and the new swallows were busy building nests and holding mud. Wild flowers will be dazzling when they are competing to open, and spring grass has just crossed the horseshoe before it grows tall. The beautiful scenery in the east of the favorite lake is unforgettable. Rows of willow trees pass through a white sand embankment.
4. Xijiangyue-Xin Qiji
The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches. 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 the stream bridge.
The bright moonlight swept the branches, scaring the magpies away from them, and the cool evening breeze seemed to hear cicadas chirping in the distance. In the fragrant rice, there were waves of frogs' cries in my ears, as if discussing that this year is a bumper harvest year. There are faint clouds in the sky, twinkling stars are shining, and there is light rain in front of the mountain. The old thatched cottage is still next to the Woods of the earth temple. When the road turns the source of the stream, it suddenly appears in front of you.
5, "Tianjingsha Qiu Si"-Ma Zhiyuan
Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses.
When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
Old trees are entangled in vines, and crows return to their nests at dusk. Under the small bridge, the stream is gurgling, and there are people curled up by the stream. Riding a thin horse in the chilly autumn wind, slowly walking on the desolate ancient road. As the sun sets, extremely sad vagrants wander the ends of the earth.