ancient poem with five characters to each line
Zhang Jiuling
The delicate orchid leaves in spring,
In autumn, cinnamon blossoms brilliantly.
Independent as life,
This makes them in season.
But why do you think that a forest hermit,
Seduced by the sweet wind, content with beauty.
Plants have their own hearts,
Why do you ask for a beauty discount?
This poem is the first of twelve "Feeling Encounters" written by Zhang Jiuling after his demotion. Poetry thrives on things, compared with Gui Lan, expressing the poet's feelings of narcissism, lofty integrity and no need to quote. The poem began to use neat even sentences, taking Chunlan Qiugui as the antithesis, pointing out the characteristics of infinite vitality and elegance. In three or four sentences, writing Gui Lan is full of vitality but glorious without flattery, which is a quality that Dont Ask For Help knows well. The first half is about Gui Lan, not people. Five or six sentences lead to a hermit in the mountains who is in tune with Gui Lan with a sharp turn of "Who knows". The latter two issues show the feeling of unintentional competition. On the one hand, the whole poem expresses a calm and detached mentality, on the other hand, the mood of worrying about disasters is looming. Poetry cares for flowers and trees, with far-reaching meaning. Behind reciting things, it embodies the philosophy of life.
Zhang Jiuling
Zizishou (678-740) is a natural museum. Born in Qujiang, Shaozhou (now Shaoguan City, Guangdong Province), he was a scholar in the first year of Wuhou Shengong (697). He once worked as Zuo Shigui and was one of the famous prime ministers of Xuanzong Dynasty. And Qujiang collection. Later generations rated his poems as "the first light school", and 12 poem "Feeling" is one of his representative works.
2. Comment on a favorite ancient poem How to write my favorite ancient poem: Jinse Li Shangyin, I wonder why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each one has a flowery interval, which is the interval of youth.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
A moment that should last forever? Before I knew it, it had come and gone. Appreciation: The title of the poem "Jinse" uses the first two words of the first sentence.
In the old saying, it was originally thought to be a poem about objects, but the annotator seems to think that this poem has nothing to do with the theme of utensils, and it is really "untitled" to use utensils to hide the theme. The first couplet "I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, each with a youthful interval."
No reason, no reason, born this way. Musical instrument, piano has three strings and five strings; Zheng you 13 string; But "Se" has fifty strings.
How sad it is to express complex feelings with so many strings. Ancient times alluded to Taidi and Motome, which was extremely sad.
The poet uses this allusion as a metaphor, implying that the poet is different. Others have only three or five strings, but poets have as many as fifty strings. What a gifted genius.
Suggest that he is extremely talented, sentimental and sensitive. Bixing is really clever.
The next sentence, a string of columns, recalls the years of youthful love. The first couplet always begins, leading below. The following are all memories of beautiful youth.
But the beauty is not long, which makes people feel lost and disappointed. The last sentence of "Zhuan Xu" uses an allegorical allusion from "Zhuangzi", saying that Zhuang Zhou dreamed that he was a butterfly and flew vividly, forgetting that he was "Zhuang Zhou"; Later, when I woke up, it was still Zhuang Zhou at home, and I didn't know where the butterfly had gone.
The next sentence is the legendary monarch of Shu in the late Eastern Zhou Dynasty, named Du Yu. Later, the Zen position retired, and unfortunately the country died. After death, the soul turned into a bird. As for the bleeding in the mouth, its voice is sad and touching, named Du Fu.
This couplet is about a beautiful woman, a complicated string, which awakens the poet's dream and stops sleeping. Lost, gone, does not mean.
Vaguely contains a beautiful situation, but it is an empty dream. The numerous strings and plaintive songs of the golden harp made the poet feel infinite sadness and unspeakable grievances, such as Du Fu's plaintive voice, which sent him home in the spring.
The word "entrusted" not only describes Du Yuzhi's longing for love in Du Fu, but also describes the beauty's longing for love in Jinse, waving and watching, and flowers falling into the water. The poet's wonderful pen and strange feelings have reached a realm of * * * here.
After the couplet, the poem has been "started" and "closed", and it is time to "turn" the pen. When the pen comes here, the previous situation has reached a very small level, which seems to be a knot, meaning to be applied. Here, touching the pen and ink, it seems to be "getting up" again.
His brushwork is like a towering peak, or like a broken line, or pushing the pen down, or slow and tight, and his techniques are different, while his philosophical context has a turning point and he is always focused. At this time, the poet wrote the famous sentence "Mermaids shed pearl-like tears down the sea as green as the moon".
Several allusions are mixed in the previous sentence of the Necklace. Beads are born in mussels, and mussels are born in the sea. Whenever the moon is bright and quiet, mussels open their mouths to raise pearls, pearls get moonlight, and aurora begins to shine. This is a beautiful folk tradition.
Tears, like beads, are natural since ancient times. Jiao Ren's tears turned into pearls, which is also a strange sight in the sea. In this way, the bright moon falls between the seas, and pearls are bathed in tears, forming an indistinguishable fairyland in the poet's pen.
It is rare to have such rich connotations and wonderful associations in one stroke. The blue sky and sea in the latter sentence are not groundless.
Si Kongtu, a poet in the late Tang Dynasty, quoted a passage from Dai Shulun who was earlier than him: "The beauty of a poet, such as the warmth of Lantian and the essence of jade, cannot be placed in front of us." The eight words used for metaphor here are exactly the same as the seven words in the next sentence of this poem, which shows that this metaphor has another source. Unfortunately, the ancient books were lost later, and it was difficult to find the source again.
It is hard to say whether it is appropriate to quote Dai language as an explanation. Lu Ji, a writer in the Jin Dynasty, has a famous sentence in his "Wen Fu": "Stone is like jade, mountains are only light, and water is like pearls."
Lantian Mountain is a famous jade-producing place in the southeast of Lantian, Shaanxi Province. This mountain is sunny and contains jade gas (the ancients thought that treasures have phosgene invisible to ordinary eyes), and Ran Ran rises. However, although the essence of Meiyu is far away, it is not close, so it is out of reach, representing an extremely beautiful ideal scenery, but it is impossible to grasp and approach.
This sentence in the poem, inspired and associated by "Jade Mountain is shining, pearls are charming, and Sichuan is charming", is in sharp contrast with the previous sentence: the warmth of the sea and the moon and Lantian. Literally speaking, Lantian is also very neat to the sea, because the original meaning of Cang is cyan.
The poet's exquisite rhetoric can also show his talent and skills. For poets, there is a special feeling behind the realm of the sea and the moon.
Once, due to illness, he failed to bow to the "Leying to buy wine" meeting of Hedong Gong, so he wrote "Only the sea and bright moon will be filled with high pressure for a while" ("I heard that Hedong Gong Leying bought wine in my illness"). From this perspective, on the one hand, he appreciates this situation, on the other hand, he is very sad and lonely: a complex and unspeakable disappointment.
This couplet and the first couplet * * * use four allusions, showing different artistic conception and artistic conception. Zhuang Sheng's dream of butterflies is a trance and confusion of life. Looking forward to the emperor's longing for spring, including his persistence in hard pursuit; Tears in the sea have a broad loneliness; The warmth of Lantian conveys warm and hazy joy.
The images extracted by the poet from allusions are so magical and ethereal that his mind is slowly opened to readers, and the beauty of the New Year and the feelings of life are all integrated into it, which can only be understood but not expressed. The tail couplet is a masterpiece of the whole article, and clearly puts forward the word "this feeling", which echoes the beginning of "China Year" at a distance, and the pen gesture is never shy.
The poem says: Don't wait until today to recall such feelings before you begin to feel endless regret, then it will already be embarrassing. For ordinary people, it is often when people are old that they look back on the past: they deeply regret that their youth is fleeting, their achievements have failed, their time has been wasted, and their regrets are endless.
However, this talented poet has already seen the clue, but he is helpless and infinitely lost. This is the poet Li Shangyin who borrowed the golden harp to make himself feel better.
Li Shangyin's life is full of ups and downs, with unspeakable pain, bitter feelings, poems trapped in his heart, deep wounds, reciprocating low hesitation and deep infection. In one of his farewell poems, he said, "I have many feelings, Yang Zhu.
3. The adaptation of ancient poetry into a composition is probably the scene of ancient poetry. Let me give you an example.
Rewrite Qingming
"sasha vujacic! Shashasha! " It is raining again. Rain, as light as cow hair, as fine as silk thread, and dust as fog, falls from the sky. The rain fell gently on the branches, and the buds on the branches drilled their lovely little heads, opened their beautiful little eyes and looked at everything around them curiously. The rain fell quietly on the grass, and the grass stubbornly pulled open the soil pressed on it, trying to break free. It stretched, yawned and began to greedily suck the dew of spring. A pile of grass here, a pile of grass there, covered the earth with a layer of green clothes. There are colorful flowers in the grass, including yellow rape, red roses, purple bougainvillea and white tulips, which are competing to open and compete for beauty. A few swallows buzzed in the air, as if to say, "Spring is coming! Spring is so beautiful! "
But such a beautiful scenery in the rain can't attract the attention of pedestrians coming and going on the road. They come and go in a hurry, and they are all preoccupied Some pedestrians are carrying brooms and offering sacrifices to sweep graves, thinking of their dead relatives and feeling very sad; Some leave their homes and go out to make a living, with uncertain future and depressed mood; Some people walk on the road of visiting relatives and friends, their future is uncertain, and they are more upset. The gloomy sky overhead made their mood heavier in the light rain.
Among the pedestrians, a scholar-like person is particularly eye-catching. He is Du Mu. He is thin, white-skinned, wearing a hat and carrying a bag. Mutu's gaunt face and frown formed the word "Sichuan". He shook his head and sighed as he walked. He has been on the road for several days, and this kind of "bad weather" is overcast and rainy everywhere, which makes him depressed. At this moment, his stomach growled with hunger and his throat seemed to smoke with thirst. How much he wants to find a place to rest, eat a hot meal, fill his stomach, drink some old wine, quench his thirst, warm himself up, and then have a good sleep. However, this man is a stranger. Where can he find a restaurant?
Suddenly, there was a clear and melodious flute in the distance. That voice is so crisp and sweet. Du Mu's spirit can't help it. He looked up and looked around, only to see a scalper coming head on, with a shepherd boy sitting on his back. He is about eleven or twelve years old, with a red face and bright big eyes. He is somewhat clever, cute and naughty. Mutu believes that there are villages where there are shepherds, and restaurants where there are villages. By the way, shall I ask him? Thinking of this, he stepped forward and asked politely, "Little brother, is there a restaurant here?" When the shepherd boy saw him, he nodded, smiled, grimaced at him and pointed in the direction behind him with a flute, meaning: Go ahead and there will be a restaurant. Mutu understood that he quickly thanked the shepherd boy, cheered up and stepped forward. Sure enough, soon, a village was looming in the rain and fog, where the roads were full of apricot flowers, and several wine lids danced in the wind, as if waving to him ... Mutu was excited and inspired, and a seven-character quatrain blurted out:
It rained a lot during my stay in Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Pedestrians on the road want to die.
Excuse me, where is the restaurant?
The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.
4. Ask for an essay adapted from an ancient poem. The wind is rustling and the water is cold. Autumn wind blows off the leaves and falls into the water one after another, and the river is slowly covered with red. The fiery red river and fallen leaves are doomed to be a chaotic autumn.
On the path by the river, a group of people came from a distance in the mist. There is a prison car in the middle of the team, and there are heavily guarded escorts before and after the prison car. There is a man in the prison car who is in rags but has big eyes. Looking closely, behind the vicissitudes of smoke and dust, it turned out to be a face only 16 years old. This is Xia Wanchun.
At this moment, the autumn wind is still blowing, the leaves are still flying, and the rustling river is still rippling after the leaves fall. In the prison car, Xia Wanchun's heart is like a river.
From the day Xia Wanchun was born, he was a member of Amin dynasty in his bones, and he was deeply proud of it. Since childhood, Yue Fei has been his hero. He can't forget the kind but firm tone of his mother when she told the story of Yue Fei when she was a child. He can't forget the feeling of blood boiling when he first read Man Jiang Hong. He can't forget that when he came home by chance, his father ran around and insisted on the appreciation and expectation of Kang Qing. He can't forget the teacher's sad and angry expression when he recited "the old country is around the mountain, and the tide hits the empty city and returns to loneliness." At that time, he planted a seed in his heart, which was nourished by countless experiences, so the seed took root and gradually became a towering tree, supporting his whole heart.
The prison car is still bumping. Xia Wanchun stretched out his hand and brushed the straw from his forehead and found that the road ahead was deja vu. He couldn't help smiling bitterly, but revisiting the old place turned out to be such a general scene. Xia Wanchun's memory is getting clearer and clearer. One day at the age of thirteen, he came home and told his mother excitedly and nervously that he would join the anti-Qing team like his father. Mother hesitated for a moment, then said nothing. Mother seemed particularly silent that day, so she told Xia Wanchun to pack up and go to bed early. Xia Wanchun didn't sleep that night, but quietly listened to the sobbing under the lamp outside, and then burst into tears unconsciously.
A 13-year-old child should have the right to enjoy happiness, but the reality forced him to live a life of "Wan Li goes to Rongji and flies in the mountains". After three years of torture, Xia Wanchun was finally trapped in the van. He really doesn't know whether to be thankful or sorry.
The road became more and more familiar, and Xia Wanchun saw the crowd. Suddenly, he found his mother in the crowd. He doesn't know that three years can make a person so old. When the fog cleared, Xia Wanchun saw the confusion in her mother's eyes. She kept running after the prison car, shouting her son's name. Xia Wanchun has mixed feelings. He grabbed the railing of the prison car and shouted to his mother, "Be loyal to your country!" " These were the last words that Xia Wanchun's mother said to him when he left home three years ago. He regards it as his eternal belief. Mother heard and understood, because she stopped. At that moment, my mother, whose hair was blown away by the wind, stood by the bleak Songjiang River, and the leaves behind her were intertwined. This picture is instantly frozen and becomes eternal. Xia Wanchun couldn't bear the sadness, and finally turned to face the front. In the past three years, she was in tears again.
"Three years of the passengers, today is the south crown. Endless tears, who says the world is wide? I already know the way to another spring, and I am really worried when I think of saying goodbye to my hometown. On the day when I return, I will see the spirit flag in the air! " Xia Wanchun laughed when he roared out these four poems with almost all his strength. At this time, he, like Yue Fei, his eternal hero, really has no regrets.
Like a river of flames burning with life, the fallen leaves dance with life, which is destined to be a hero's season.
Comments: Appreciation is to put the true self-emotion into the poet's blood and boil and burn together. According to the content and emotion of the original poem, combined with the poet's life experience and the background of writing this poem, the author associates and imagines, sets specific scenes and situations, and turns the concise poem into a dense prose. In addition, the psychological description is particularly delicate and vivid. And this kind of psychology is integrated with all the scenery, people and things around it, so it is true and credible, and that kind of desperate but still heroic pride can also infect people.
5. Essays and comments on the housing reform in Qingpingle Village A clear stream gurgles through the village all year round. On both sides of the stream, there are green grass and lotus leaves. Lotus leaves are as crowded as green disks. A breeze blew gently, and the lotus leaves danced. Look, a tall and graceful figure is reflected in the stream. Who's that? It turned out to be a big cypress tree in front of the stream! Next to the cypress tree is a small hut. The roof is covered with vines and there are many big pumpkins in it. There is a lush pine forest behind the house. Have a look, there are also a large area of seedlings! In the room, white-haired grandparents are whispering with wine. Grandpa smiled and said to grandma, "You are getting younger and more beautiful!" " Hearing this, the old woman threw away her coke and said, "Don't talk about it." Did you do something wrong today and come back to please me? "At this time, the sun is high in the sky. The eldest son is very diligent and grows beans in the fields by the stream. The eldest son looked at the newly sprouted seedlings, shook his head and said happily, "This year must be a bumper harvest. In autumn, I want to surprise my parents and brothers! "The second son is sitting under a big cypress tree knitting a chicken coop! While knitting, he thought, when the chicken coop is built, the rooster can move in. This is their safe and comfortable home! The youngest son was lying on the stream peeling lotus leaves and eating them, muttering, "I want to bring delicious food to my parents and brothers!" " "Look, he is busy! When the sun sets, Xin Qiji, a poet passing by, sees such a beautiful painting and writes: "The eaves of the Mao are low and the grass is green on the stream. Drunk, charming voice, who has white hair? " The eldest son hoes beans and the second son weaves chicken coops. He likes children scoundrels best, lying on the stream head peeling lotus leaves.
6. I learn Chinese from ancient poems. It must be strange to see this topic in composition evaluation! Games can be played freely without any pressure, and Chinese is such a serious topic! But the combination of the two can not only learn a lot of knowledge, but also easily learn a lot of knowledge.
(Shucun. Com) When I was in the third grade of primary school, I especially hated Chinese, and my Chinese exam results made me hate Chinese more and more. Sometimes I don't even want to have a Chinese class! Once, my brother asked me to play on the grass with some friends.
We played on the grass for a while and felt bored. We all want to find some new tricks to play. "Hey, why don't we play idioms solitaire!" Just when we couldn't find anything to play with, I don't know who shouted.
"Yes, yes!" Everyone agreed. I was the only one who didn't want to play, but I agreed in order not to spoil their fun. I came last, and the game started.
My brother was the first. My brother first said "laugh often", then "get to the point" and "delicious food" ... finally it was my turn. I prevaricated and couldn't clean up "things ... get twice the result with half the effort". It was a close call, and finally I answered it. Then it was my turn. "Things ... things ..." "Good quality and low price. Why are you so stupid? " My brother said something to me, and I immediately blushed, but this "long dragon" went straight to the bottom.
Afterwards, my brother called me and said, "Sister, I think your Chinese level is too low!" ""really? I don't like Chinese at all. " "Elder sister, you should read more novels, compositions and some long and short literature. "
My brother's words made me suddenly enlightened. Since then, every time I have a Chinese class, I listen carefully. If you don't understand, find someone else until you understand.
In this way, I gradually fell in love with Chinese, and my Chinese achievements made my classmates sit up and take notice. My brother also asked me to participate in games such as "idioms solitaire" and "composing words and sentences".
This made me learn a lot of Chinese knowledge from the game easily. Unexpectedly, after a game, my brother's words changed my view of Chinese and improved my knowledge of Chinese.
Now, let me take part in games like "idioms solitaire" and "Make up words and sentences", and I can answer them easily. It also occurred to me that the future society can not do without Chinese knowledge, including speech, so we should learn Chinese.
I like Chinese. This makes me very happy. I hope you like Chinese.
7. How to write comments on Chinese composition in primary schools? Example of correcting Chinese composition in primary schools: A is written delicately and neatly, just like a street in a seaside town, without any dirt ... Straight handwriting makes people feel very comfortable ... Your handwriting is as beautiful as printed ... I am ashamed that my handwriting is not as good as yours ... B, casually, how can it not be like a cat's handwriting ... It is not in the middle of the grid. Is it because the wind is too strong today ... I don't believe that your handwriting is not good, and you will always be so sloppy ... Write carefully and patiently, and you will write better than me ... Content A is as rich as the author's ... Your exercise is flesh and blood, and reading is really a great enjoyment ... Your composition is very specific, and I read it happily ... I must love it at ordinary times. Write so many words ... The fluent and vivid sentences in Statement A are like Lushan Waterfall, flowing down the river smoothly ... This metaphor is very apt, which shows that you have always been very careful in observation ... How did you come up with such a clever anthropomorphic sentence ... How appropriate this rhetorical question is to be used here ... This exclamatory sentence expresses your true feelings at that time ... The ancient poetry is quoted just right. In the future, I will use the poems I have learned in my composition ... My stomach hurts when I laugh ... B The composition is bumpy and difficult to read, just like walking on a bumpy road in the country, and I will easily fall down if I am not careful ... The sentence seems to be cut off and incomplete ... Write well.
8. There are four seasons in a year. There is a spring in which a hundred flowers blossom; There is a tree-lined summer; A cold winter; But what I love most is the fruitful autumn.
The orchard in autumn is like a golden scroll, which seems to guide us to eat fruit in the orchard. In the orchard, pear trees with golden hair dance in the wind; Pomegranate trees are dressed in red. Pomegranates on the tree open their pearly mouths. Oranges in Huang Chengcheng hang on trees like little lanterns. Under the fruit tree, the children are eating sweet fruit against the trunk, and the farmer's uncle looks at his work and smiles, thinking that it was planted by his own sweat, and laughs more brightly than anyone else.
Vilen in autumn is like a golden field with golden rice all over the ground. By the rice field, sorghum is holding a burning torch, and many children are playing happily. Some of them are helping farmers to be scarecrows, some are running in the fields with windmills, and some are flying kites by the roadside. In the paddy field, a farmer's uncle is collecting rice and processing it into sparkling rice. Glittering rice feeds many people. Uncle Coke of the farmer.