英美文学必背

To be, or not to be William Shakespeare To be, or not to be William Shakespeare [Hamlet] To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them. To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: aye, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would these fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveler returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all, And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pitch and moment With this regard their currents turn awry And lose the name of action. 哈姆莱特 生存还是毁灭，这是一个值得考虑的问题；默然忍受命运的暴虐的毒箭，或是挺身反抗人世的无涯的苦难，通过斗争把它们扫清，这两种行为，哪一种更高贵？死了；睡着了；什么都完了；要是在这一种睡眠之中，我们心头的创痛，以及其他无数血肉之躯所不能避免的打击，都可以从此消失，那正是我们求之不得的结局。死了；睡着了；睡着了也许还会做梦；嗯，阻碍就在这儿：因为当我们摆脱了这一具朽腐的皮囊以后，在那死的睡眠里，究竟将要做些什么梦，那不能不使我们踌躇顾虑。人们甘心久困于患难之中，也就是为了这个缘故；谁愿意忍受人世的鞭挞和讥嘲、压迫者的凌辱、傲慢者的冷眼、被轻蔑的爱情的惨痛、法律的迁延、官吏的横暴和费尽辛勤所换来的小人的鄙视，要是他只要用一柄小小的刀子，就可以清算他自己的一生？谁愿意负着这样的重担，在烦劳的生命的压迫下呻吟流汗，倘不是因为惧怕不可知的死后，惧怕那从来不曾有一个旅人回来过的神秘之国，是它迷惑了我们的意志，使我们宁愿忍受目前的磨折，不敢向我们所不知道的痛苦飞去？这样，重重的顾虑使我们全变成了懦夫，决心的赤热的光彩，被审慎的思维盖上了一层灰色，伟大的事业在这一种考虑之下，也会逆流而退，失去了行动的意义。 Auld Lang Syne Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And auld lang syne! For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne. We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet, For auld lang syne. We twa hae run about the braes, And pou’d the gowans fine; But we’ve wander’d mony a weary fit, Sin’ auld lang syne. We twa hae paidl’d in the burn, Frae morning sun till dine; But seas between us braid hae roar’d Sin’ auld lang syne. And there’s a hand, my trusty fere! And gie’s a hand o’ thine! And we’ll tak a right gude-willie waught, For auld lang syne. And surely ye’ll be your pint stowp! And surely I’ll be mine! And we’ll tak a cup o’kindness yet, For auld lang syne. 昔日时光 老朋友怎能遗忘掉 永不再放心上 老朋友怎能遗忘掉， 还有过去的好时光？ 为了过去的好时光，（亲爱的）为了过去的好时光， 让我们干一杯友谊的酒， 为了过去的好时光。 我们俩曾游遍山岗， 并把野菊来采摘； 我们已历尽艰辛， 远离过去的好时光。 远离过去的好时光。 老朋友，我已伸出我的手， 请你也伸手相握 为了过去的好时光。 当然你要付你自己的酒钱， 我也付我自己的。 让我们干一杯友谊的酒， 为了过去的好时光。 She Walks in Beauty GeorgeGordon,Lord Byron (1788–1824) She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies, And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellow’d to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impair’d the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress Or softly lightens o’er her face, Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek and o’er that brow So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow But tell of days in goodness spent,— A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent. 她在美丽中行走，像无云夜晚 天空里的星星点点， 黑夜与明亮辉映出 她的雍容，和如水秋波。 温柔的星光恰好 不做作，不炫耀。 　 增加或减少一分色彩 都会损害这难以形容的美。 流动在她缕缕乌黑的秀发上， 美也温柔地照亮她的脸旁。 那里，恬静的思绪， 多么纯洁，多么亲切。 　 她的缅颊，她的眉毛 是那么柔和和娴静，而又脉脉含情， 那米人的微笑，那明眸的顾盼 都在说明一个善良的生命 她和平地对待时间的一切， 她的心流溢着纯真的爱情！ I wandered lonely as a cloud I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the tress, Fluttering and dance in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in the never-ending line Along the margin of a bay; Ten thousand say I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee; A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company; I gazed – and gazed – but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dance with the daffodils. 我像一朵孤雲 　 我像一朵孤雲 在群山萬壑之上飄飛， 忽然看到一大群， 好大一堆金黄色的水仙； 在湖邊，在樹下蔭處， 於微風中翩翩起舞。 像銀河中繁星一般 不斷的閃耀發光， 它們沿著水灣的邊緣 伸展成為無窮盡的一行： 我一眼望到花兒千萬朵， 歡蹦亂跳的把頭搖著。 它們旁邊的湖水也在舞動； 可是花比閃亮的水更活潑： 有如此歡愉的環境， 一個詩人怎能不快樂。 我凝視－－凝視－－並未省悟 這景象給我帶來何等的財富： 因為時常我臥在榻上 茫茫然陷入沉思狀態， 它們會在我內心閃亮， 這是寂寞中無上的愉快； 那時節我的心充滿快樂， 和水仙一同起舞婆娑。 To the cuckoo *O blithe new-comer! I have heard,? I hear thee and rejoice.? O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird, Or? but a wandering Voice? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear; From hill to hill it seems to pass At once far off, and near. *Though babbling only to the Vale, Of sunshine and of flowers, Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. *Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even ye thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice a mystery; The same whom in my schoolboy days I listened to; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways In bush, and tree, and sky. *To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen. *And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again. *O blessed Bird! the earth we pace Again appears to be An unsubstantial, faery place; That is fit home for thee! 致杜鵑 歡樂的新客啊！我已聽到了 你的叫聲和歡喜。 杜鵑啊！該稱你為鳥兒， 或只是飄揚的音波呢？ 此刻我正躺臥綠野上， 靜聽你呼喚的聲音 這聲響從山崗越過山崗， 忽遠忽近。 你只向山谷咕咕傾訴， 詠嘆陽光和花兒， 這歌聲卻彷彿在向我述說 如夢年華的故事。 春天的驕子！歡迎你歡迎 至今，我仍覺得你 不是鳥兒，而是無形的精靈 是音波，是一團神秘。 與童年時期聽見的一模一樣： 那時，你的啼叫聲 總使我向樹叢、林木、天空 百遍千遍探看不已。 為了尋覓你我多次遊蕩， 越過林間和草地。 你是希望，你是愛 被渴求，卻看不見。 今天，我仰臥在草原上， 靜聽妳的樂音， 直到我心底悠悠再現 往昔的黃金歲月。 吉祥的鳥兒啊！ 這在我們腳下的沃野大地， 如今彷彿又成了夢幻仙境， 正適合給你居住。 Sonnet 18 William Shakespeare Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of the heaven shines And often is his gold complexion dimmed; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature’s changing course untrimmed; But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st; Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st: So long as a man can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives live to thee. 我該把你比擬做夏天嗎？ 你比夏天更可愛，更溫婉： 狂風會把五月的嬌蕊吹落， 夏天出租的期限又太短暫： 有時天上的眼睛照得太熱， 他金色的面容常常變陰暗； 一切美的事物總不免凋敗， 被機緣或自然的代謝摧殘： 但你永恆的夏天不會褪色， 不會失去你所擁有的美善， 死神也不能誇說你在他陰影裡徘徊， 當你在永恆的詩行裡與時間同久長： 只要人們能呼吸或眼睛看得清， 此詩將永存，並且賜給你生命。 A Red, Red Rose O MY Luve’s like a red, red rose, That’s newly sprung in June: O my Luve’s like the melodie, That’s sweetly play’d in tune. *As fair art thou, my bonie lass, So deep in luve am I; And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a’ the seas gang dry. *Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi’ the sun; And I will luve thee still, my dear, While the sands o’ life shall run. *And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve! And fare-thee-weel, a while! And I will come again, my Luve, Tho’it were ten thousand mile! 一朵红红的玫瑰 啊，我爱人象红红的玫瑰， 在六月里苞放； 啊，我爱人象一支乐曲， 乐声美妙、悠扬。 你那么美，漂亮的姑娘， 我爱你那么深切； 我会永远爱你，亲爱的， 一直到四海涸竭。 直到四海涸竭，亲爱的， 直到太阳把岩石消熔！ 我会永远爱你，亲爱的， 只要生命无穷。 再见吧，我唯一的爱人， 再见吧，小别片刻！ 我会回来的，我的爱人， 即使万里相隔！ Of Studies Studies serve for delight, for ornament, and for ability. Their chief use for delight is in privateness and retiring; for ornament, is in discourse; and for ability, is in the judgment and disposition of business. For expert men can execute, and perhaps judge of particulars, one by one; but the general counsels, and the plots and marshalling of affairs, come best from those that are learned. To spend too much time in studies is sloth; to use them too much for ornament, is affectation; to make judgment wholly by their rules, is the humor of a scholar. They perfect nature, and are perfected by experience: for natural abilities are like natural plants, that need proyning, by study; and studies themselves do give forth directions too much at large, except they be bounded in by experience. Crafty men contemn studies, simple men admire them, and wise men use them; for they teach not their own use; but that is a wisdom without them, and above them, won by observation. Read not to contradict and confute; nor to believe and take for granted; nor to find talk and discourse; but to weigh and consider. Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested; that is, some books are to be read only in parts; others to be read, but not curiously; and some few to be read wholly, and with diligence and attention. Some books also may be read by deputy, and extracts made of them by others; but that would be only in the less important arguments, and the meaner sort of books, else distilled books are like common distilled waters, flashy things. Reading maketh a full man; conference a ready man; and writing an exact man. And therefore, if a man write little, he had need have a great memory; if he confer little, he had need have a present wit: and if he read little, he had need have much cunning, to seem to know that he doth not. Histories make men wise; poets witty; the mathematics subtile; natural philosophy deep; moral grave; logic and rhetoric able to contend. Abeunt studia in mores [Studies pass into and influence manners]. Nay, there is no stond or impediment in the wit but may be wrought out by fit studies; like as diseases of the body may have appropriate exercises. Bowling is good for the stone and reins; shooting for the lungs and breast; gentle walking for the stomach; riding for the head; and the like. So if a man’s wit be wandering, let him study the mathematics; for in demonstrations, if his wit be called away never so little, he must begin again. If his wit be not apt to distinguish or find differences, let him study the Schoolmen; for they are cymini sectores [splitters of hairs]. If he be not apt to beat over matters, and to call up one thing to prove and illustrate another, let him study the lawyers’ cases. So every defect of the mind may have a special receipt. 论读书 读书足以怡情，足以博彩，足以长才。其怡情也，最见于独处幽 居之时；其傅彩也，最见于高谈阔论之中；其长才也，最见于处世判事之际。练达之士虽能分别处理细事或一一判别枝节，然纵观统筹、全局策划，则舍好学深思者莫属。读书费时过多易惰，文采藻饰太盛则矫，全凭条文断事乃学究故态。读书补天然之不足，经验又补读书之不足，盖天生才干犹如自然花草，读书然后知如何修剪移接；而书中所示，如不以经验范之，则又大而无当。有一技之长者鄙读书，无知者羡读书，唯明智之士用读书，然书并不以用处告人，用书之智不在书中，而在书外，全凭观察得之。读书时不可存心诘难作者，不可尽信书上所言，亦不可只为寻章摘句，而应推敲细思。书有可浅尝者，有可吞食者，少数则须咀嚼消化。换言之，有只须读其部分者，有只须大体涉猎者，少数则须全读，读时须全神贯注，孜孜不倦。 读书使人充实，讨论使人机智，笔记使人准确。因此不常作笔记者须记忆特强，不但只限题材较次或价值不高者，否则书经书亦可请人代读，取其所作摘要， 提炼犹如水经蒸馏、淡而无味矣。常讨论者须天生聪颖，不常读书者须欺世有术，始能无知而显有知。读史使人明智，读诗使人灵秀， 数学 数学高考答题卡模板高考数学答题卡模板三年级数学混合运算测试卷数学作业设计案例新人教版八年级上数学教学计划 使人周密，科学使人深刻，伦理学使人庄重，逻辑修辞之学使人善辩：凡有所学，皆成性格。人之才智但有滞碍，无不可读适当之书使之顺畅，一如身体百病，皆可借相宜之运动除之。滚球利睾肾，射箭利胸肺，慢步利肠胃，骑术利头脑，诸如此类。如智力不集中，可令读数学，盖演题须全神贯注，稍有分散即须重演；如不能辨异，可令读经院哲学，盖是辈皆吹毛求疵之人；如不善求同，不善以一物阐证另一物，可令读律师之案卷。如此头脑中凡有缺陷，皆有特药可医 Ode To A Nightingale John Keats (1795 - 1821) My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thy happiness, - That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease. O for a draught of vintage, that hath been Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth, Tasting of Flora and the country-green, Dance, and Proven?al song, and sun-burnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast-fading violets cover'd up in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: - do I wake or sleep? Ode to the West Wind -- Percy Bysshe Shelley I O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With living hues and odors plain and hill: Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh, hear! II Thou on whose stream, 'mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean, Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread On the blue surface of thine aery surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year, to which this closing night Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre, Vaulted with all thy congregated might Of vapors, from whose solid atmosphere Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst: oh, hear! III Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams, Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss and flowers So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear The sapless foliage of the ocean, know Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear, And tremble and despoil themselves: oh, hear! IV If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable! If even I were as in my boyhood, and could be The comrade of thy wanderings over Heaven, As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speed Scarce seemed a vision; I would ne'er have striven As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need. Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud. V Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind? 无题 李商隐 相见时难别也难， 东风无力百花残。 春蚕到死丝方尽，蜡炬成灰泪始干。 晓镜但愁云鬓改， 夜吟应觉月光寒。 蓬莱此去无多路， 青鸟殷勤为探看。 念奴娇•赤壁怀古（苏轼） 大江东去，浪淘尽、千古风流人物。故垒西边，人道是、三国周郎赤壁。乱石穿空，惊涛拍岸，卷起千堆雪。江山如画，一时多少豪杰。 遥想公瑾当年，小乔初嫁了，雄姿英发。羽扇纶巾，谈笑间、樯虏灰飞烟灭。故国神游，多情应笑我，早生华发。人生如梦，一尊还酹江月。 岳阳楼记[北宋]范仲淹 庆历四年春，滕子京谪守巴陵郡。越明年，政通人和，百废具兴。乃重修岳阳楼，增其旧制，刻唐贤今人诗赋于其上。属予作文以记之。 予观夫巴陵胜状，在洞庭一湖。衔远山，吞长江，浩浩汤汤，横无际涯；朝晖夕阴，气象万千。此则岳阳楼之大观也。前人之述备矣。然则北通巫峡，南极潇湘，迁客骚人，多会于此，览物之情，得无异乎？ 若夫霪雨霏霏，连月不开，阴风怒号，浊浪排空；日星隐耀，山岳潜形；商旅不行，樯倾楫摧；薄暮冥冥，虎啸猿啼。登斯楼也，则有去国怀乡，忧谗畏讥，满目萧然，感极而悲者矣。 至若春和景明，波澜不惊，上下天光，一碧万顷；沙鸥翔集，锦鳞游泳；岸芷汀兰，郁郁青青。而或长烟一空，皓月千里，浮光跃金，静影沉璧，渔歌互答，此乐何极！登斯楼也，则有心旷神怡，宠辱偕忘，把酒临风，其喜洋洋者矣。 嗟夫！予尝求古仁人之心，或异二者之为，何哉？不以物喜，不以己悲；居庙堂之高则忧其民；处江湖之远则忧其君。是进亦忧，退亦忧。然则何时而乐耶？其必曰“先天下之忧而忧，后天下之乐而乐”乎。噫！微斯人，吾谁与归？ 时六年九月十五日。 卖炭翁 伐薪烧炭南山中 满面尘灰烟火色 两鬓苍苍十指黑 卖炭得钱何所营 身上衣裳口中食 可怜身上衣正单 心忧炭贱愿天寒 夜来城外一尺雪 晓驾炭车碾冰辙 牛困人饥日已高 市南门外泥中歇 翩翩两骑来是谁 黄衣使者白衫儿 手把文书口称敕 回车叱牛牵向北 一车炭,千余斤 宫使驱将惜不得 半匹红纱一丈绫 系向牛头冲炭直 致橡树 作者：舒婷 我如果爱你—— 绝不像攀援的凌霄花， 借你的高枝炫耀自己； 我如果爱你—— 绝不学痴情的鸟儿， 为绿荫重复单纯的歌曲 也不只像泉源， 常年送来清凉的慰藉； 也不止像险峰， 增加你的高度，衬托你的威仪。 甚至日光。甚至春雨。 不，这些都还不够！ 我必须是你近旁的一株木棉， 作为树的形象和你站在一起。 根，紧握在地下， 叶，相触在云里。 每一阵风过，我们都互相致意， 但没有人 听懂我们的言语。 你有你的铜枝铁干 像刀，像剑，也像戟； 我有我红硕的花朵， 像沉重的叹息， 又像英勇的火炬。 我们分担寒潮、风雷、霹雳； 我们共享雾蔼、流岚、虹霓， 仿佛永远分离， 却又终身相依。 这才是伟大的爱情， 坚贞就在这里： 爱—— 不仅爱你伟岸的身躯， 也爱你坚持的位置，足下的土地。 《饮酒》陶渊明 结庐在人境，而无车马喧。 问君何能尔？心远地自偏。 采菊东篱下，悠然见南山； 山气日夕佳，飞鸟相与还。 此中有真意，欲辨已忘言。 桃花源诗并记 晋太元中，武陵人捕鱼为业，缘溪行，忘路之远近。忽逢桃花林，夹岸数百步， 中无杂树，芳草鲜美，落英缤纷；渔人甚异之。复前行，欲穷其林。林尽水源， 便得一山。山有小口，仿佛若有光；便舍船从口入。初极狭，才通人；复行数十步，豁然开朗。土地平旷，屋舍俨然，有良口、美池、桑乏属；阡陌交通，鸡犬相闻。其中往来种作，男女衣著，悉如外人；黄发垂髫，并怡然自乐。见渔人，乃大惊；问所从来，具答之。便要还家，设酒，杀鸡作食；村中闻有此人，咸来问讯。自云先世避秦时乱，率妻子邑人来此绝境，不复出焉；遂与外人间隔。问今是何世，乃不知有汉，无论魏晋。此人一一为具言所闻，皆叹惋。馀人各复延至其家，皆出酒食、停数日，辞去。此中人语云∶「不足为外人道也 。」既出，得其船，便扶向路，处处志之。乃郡下，诣太守说如此。太守即遣人随其往，寻向所志，遂迷不复得路。南阳刘子骥，高尚士也；闻之，欣然规往。未果，寻病终。後遂无问津者。 饮湖上初晴后雨 作者: 苏轼 水光潋滟晴方好，山色空濛雨亦奇。 欲把西湖比西子，淡妆浓抹总相宜。 短歌行（二首）曹操 对酒当歌，人生几何？ 譬如朝露，去日苦多。 慨当以慷，忧思难忘。 何以解忧？唯有杜康。 青青子衿，悠悠我心。 但为君故，沉吟至今。 呦呦鹿鸣，食野之苹。 我有嘉宾，鼓瑟吹笙。 明明如月，何时可掇？ 忧从中来，不可断绝。 越陌度阡，枉用相存。 契阔谈宴，心念旧恩。 月明星稀，乌鹊南飞， 绕树三匝，何枝可依？ 山不厌高，海不厌深。 周公吐哺，天下归心。 观沧海 曹操 东临碣石，以观沧海。 水何澹澹，山岛竦峙。 树木丛生，百草丰茂。 秋风萧瑟，洪波涌起。 日月之行，若出其中； 星汉灿烂，若出其里。 幸甚至哉！歌以咏志 蜀 相 杜甫 丞相祠堂何处寻， 锦官城外柏森森。 映阶碧草自春色， 隔叶黄鹂空好音。 三顾频烦天下计， 两朝开济老臣心。 出师未捷身先死， 长使英雄泪满襟。 龟虽寿 曹操 神龟虽寿，犹有竟时。 腾蛇乘雾，终为土灰。 老骥伏枥，志在千里。 烈士暮年，壮心不已。 盈缩之年，不但在天。 养怡之福，可得永年。 幸甚至哉，歌以咏志。 虞美人 作者: 李煜 春花秋月何时了，往事知多少。 小楼昨夜又东风，故国不堪回首月明中。 雕阑玉砌应犹在，只是朱颜改。 问君能有几多愁，恰似一江春水向东流。 满江红 岳飞 怒发冲冠，凭栏处、潇潇雨歇。 抬望眼、仰天长啸， 壮怀激烈。 三十功名尘与土，八千里路云和月。 莫等闲、白了少年头，空悲切。 靖康耻，犹未雪。臣子恨，何时灭。 驾长车踏破，贺兰山缺。 壮志饥餐胡虏肉，笑谈渴饮匈奴血。 待从头、收拾旧山河，朝天阙。 屈原 国殇 操吴戈兮披犀甲，车错毂兮短兵接。 旌蔽日兮敌若云，矢交坠兮土争先。 凌余阵兮躐余行，左骖殪兮右刃伤。 霾两轮兮絷四马，援玉枹兮击鸣鼓。 天时懟兮威灵怒，严杀尽兮弃原野。 出不入兮往不反，平原忽兮路超远。 带长剑兮挟秦弓，首身离兮心不惩。 诚既勇兮又以武，终刚强兮不可凌。 身既死兮神以灵，魂魄毅兮为鬼雄。 将进酒 李白 君不见黄河之水天上来， 奔流到海不复回。 君不见高堂明镜悲白发， 朝如青丝暮成雪。 人生得意须尽欢，莫使金樽空对月。 天生我材必有用，千金散尽还复来。 烹羊宰牛且为乐，会须一饮三百杯。 岑夫子，丹丘生，将进酒，杯莫停。 与君歌一曲，请君为我倾耳听。 钟鼓馔玉不足贵，但愿长醉不复醒。 古来圣贤皆寂寞，惟有饮者留其名。 陈王昔时宴平乐，斗酒十千恣欢谑。 主人何为言少钱，径须沽取对君酌。 五花马，千金裘， 呼儿将出换美酒，与尔同销万古愁。 白雪歌送武判官归京 岑参 北风卷地白草折，胡天八月即飞雪。 忽如一夜春风来，千树万树梨花开。 散入珠帘湿罗幕，狐裘不暖锦衾薄。 将军角弓不得控，都护铁衣冷犹著。