Description of Huang Geshu's poems 1. What are the ancient poems about "Castanopsis fissa"
Wan (Liu Jian at the end of Tang Dynasty)
Ye Ruyu covered her face, but Lv Yun was within a hundred paces. Good governance has been heard, which is called Bo, and the British style is biased towards the title of general.
The static shop talks about the embellishment of the forest, which is different from the high-brush painting and the rabbit shadow. It's colder and snowier. Don't imitate the oak tree.
Huangge tablets
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Yellow pueraria gives birth to Luoxi, and yellow flowers bloom by themselves.
Smoke is so long that it fills the air for hundreds of feet.
It takes a lot of time for a boudoir to make a mistake.
Sew it into a national costume and send it to Japan and Korea.
Don't throw your summer clothes away easily when there is a fire in Cangwu.
Although this thing is out of date, it is a trace in my hand.
Huangtoulang
Tang Dynasty: Li He
Yellow wolf, catch it and never look back.
Nanpu lotus shadow, sad red hanging alone.
Water is like Hunan and Hubei, bamboo cries like mountain dew month.
Jade tone green door, Shi Yun wet kudzu vine.
On the beach, the autumn wind has started.
I like Saul's recommendation. It's sweet and fragrant.
Nanchang road middle section
Tang Dynasty: Chen Tao
The ancient road is beside Huangge, and the water in Huanyi Xiquan is vast.
Villagers don't rely on horizontal paving, and half of the fish and shrimp belong to otters.
Reed curtains are rolled back and forth, and bamboo poles are applied. Innocent stone pillow, cool yellow cabinet clothes.
-"New Pavilion Showing Brothers and Nephews" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
live in a mountain
Tang dynasty: Bao Rong
Gentle and graceful radish, covered with pueraria lobata. Mandarin ducks pity the clear water and dance in the shadows.
reference data
Ancient Poetry Network: http://so.gushiwen.org/search.aspx? Value = kudzu vine
2. Good words and sentences to describe the flower buds of Pueraria lobata
There is a tree in front of my house, with ups and downs.
After more than a hundred years of spring and autumn, I heard from my grandmother that my fourth uncle was going to be disabled when he was hung on this wild kudzu tree. Spring breeze is blowing, and the dew of spring is sprinkled on the bare branches. Buds arch out from the branches one by one, and sharp buds are like bullets filled with gunpowder. After three or five days, the breeze made them rush to open, and the green leaves spread out, just like a newly dressed girl, waving her delicate hands and twisting her soft waist with the gentle breeze in the morning.
The main pole of the tree is so thick that it takes more than a dozen people to enclose it. Branches extend in all directions, and Fiona Fang is more than 30 meters long under its protection. A week later, it was covered with trees. Little sparrows, cuckoos and yellowbirds ... came from all corners of the country to settle here. The chirping birds make it lively.
People planted peony, peony, rose ... all kinds of flowers and plants around the tree. When the flowers bloom, the flowers are overflowing, and bees and butterflies can't stand the temptation of flowers. They have quietly set foot on the rhythm of spring and danced and sang among the flowers. Fourth Uncle is twenty-two years older than me.
Grandma told me that your fourth uncle was as lazy as you when he was a child. He slept until the sun came out, and his ass was sunburned. Every morning, he gets up, picks up the pair of small wooden barrels, and goes through the Woods to fetch water in the morning fog until the water tank is full before going to school. When I come home from school at noon, I have to wash clothes and do housework. In the afternoon, I will take the old cow and carry me to the fields to find vegetables or grass until it gets dark. Once, the moon had risen in the east, but my fourth uncle had not come back. I was worried about my grandmother. I went to my employer, visited my family, asked Zhang and inquired about the situation. I looked everywhere and asked everywhere. I saw my fourth uncle limping back, soaking wet and barefoot.
Grandma lost her temper ... Tears of grievance swirled in her fourth uncle's black eyes. Just then, Aunt Zhang from the village came to my house with some eggs and said that she had come to thank her. "If it weren't for your hadron, my two dog might have been flooded to death ..." After some nagging, Aunt Zhang left.
In order to save the dog son, the only pair of cloth shoes of the fourth uncle was washed away by the water. On the way home with his son on his back, he accidentally cut his foot by broken glass. Grandma changed her fourth uncle's clothes, brought hot water and carefully cleaned his wound. "Does it hurt? Hadron. "
Grandma has tears in her eyes. Looking at grandma's distressed appearance, Fourth Uncle bit his lip and shook his head and said, "Mom, it doesn't hurt ..." Grandma held her fourth uncle's building tightly in her arms, and a crystal tear fell on her dark and thin face.
Fourth uncle is very studious. He learned a good craft when he was a child. Many friends often come to play with him. Just give him a piece of mud and he will give you a clay sculpture of a cow, horse, chicken or dog in a few minutes. What's more, it will be put in front of you alive, so that you can't put it down when you pick it up. One year, when I came back from school holiday, my grandmother told me with tears in her eyes that your fourth uncle had caused such a big disaster with this skill.
At that time, our family was poor and had no money to buy kerosene or light kerosene lamps. The fourth uncle made a young monk out of mud. The young monk sat cross-legged with his left hand across his chest and his right hand on his leg. The fourth uncle peeled the tung tree, which was usually picked up by cattle, and put it on a wire one by one. Then he inserted the wire into the young monk's right hand and lit the tung tree instead of a kerosene lamp.
Fourth uncle read a lot of books and learned a lot of knowledge with this little optics. Who knows, the weather is unpredictable, people really sit at home, and disasters fall from the sky. Fourth uncle will be in trouble then. I will always remember that night, grandma said and wiped her tears.
It was the height of the Cultural Revolution. One late autumn night, a cool breeze was blowing gently, and grandma trembled involuntarily. The crescent moon hangs on the top of the mountain in the horizon, just like a moon cake bitten by a dog poked on a sharp knife.
Qiu Chan burst into tears on the Huangge tree. Two old women circled over my house, shouting. Rhubarb dog, the worst person in my family at ordinary times, is now shivering under the table, gawking at grandma, who shudders again. "My eyelids are jumping badly."
Grandma said stupidly, "What might happen?" The wind rattled the leaves and the dogs in the village barked one after another. At this time, several people in my family are sharing a little joy of the autumn harvest around the dining table.
All kinds of birds screamed and argued to escape from this big tree. A dark cloud pressed heavily on the tree, permeated around and enveloped the whole tree, making people breathless ... Soon, the wind stopped and disappeared, and all kinds of sounds gradually disappeared. Then it was quiet, especially quiet, so quiet that even grandma's sewing needle fell to the ground and could hear the noise. A few minutes later, I don't know whose dog it was, but the barking of "Wang" broke the dead silence. Then someone knocked on my door.
It was that terrible night that someone took the fourth uncle and the little mud monk away. Afterwards, it is said that my family dedicated a statue of Chiang Kai-shek. Since then, my family has been labeled as "counter-revolutionary", and my fourth uncle and grandmother have also been tied up. They marched in the street during the day and were criticized and beaten at night. After a few days, the fourth uncle couldn't stand up anymore.
Grandma held her fourth uncle all day and cried her eyes red. After a long time, her eyes were blurred and she couldn't see anything. At that time, even three relatives and six relatives were afraid to associate with my family.
From then on, the fourth uncle had to rely on his third leg-the wooden frame leaning on his right hand to stand up. At that time, the fourth uncle was only eighteen. Although the fourth uncle suffered such a disaster, he did not give up his thirst for scientific and technological knowledge.
During the day, I rub the rope with my hands and then sell it. At night, I also read and write. Fourth Uncle's calligraphy ranks first in the village. Every wedding, funeral and the eve of Spring Festival, he will be as busy as a bee. I helped this family and that family, and as soon as I left the door of Zhang Sanjia, I immediately entered the door of Li Sijia. Sometimes another family is waiting for him.
At that time, I followed my fourth uncle every day to help him pull paper and carry water. What I remember most is that when I was in junior high school, my fourth uncle gave me a picture: he is a hero who has experienced many vicissitudes and is not jealous of mediocrity.
3. Accept the composition of kudzu vine.
In Nanqiaotou Power Plant in Hanfeng Ancient Town, which has a history of more than 2,000 years, there is a seemingly unbalanced and irregular Huangge tree. With the loud noise of the Three Gorges immigrants, the power plant collapsed, and the yellow pueraria tree still stands at the highest place, magnificent.
Pueraria lobata is a very common tree in southwest China. It is not as precious as the well-known silver fir, nor as hard as the well-known pine and cypress, nor as tall and straight as the poplar ... but it has strong vitality: its fruits or branches can sprout and grow on barren stony slopes, cliffs and home walls. It is a tree worthy of praise!
For thousands of years, kudzu vine has been a strange tree in people's field of vision. Some people think it is sacred: they often make wishes or pray for it, dress it in red, burn incense and worship it,
Killing pigs and chickens in front of it often happens. It is said that the special function of leaves will be planted in a few months. And this wild kudzu tree, which grew at the bridgehead, looks more noble and elegant in my eyes and is known as the general. It has become a representative tree that strong winds can't blow down and heavy rains can't beat down!
Now the tree looks like a giant mushroom from a distance. Look at it, it stands there pitifully, but it is still making contributions to mankind in obscurity: many people who are shouldering, sweating and working hard often use its giant umbrella formed by lush foliage to shelter themselves from the wind and rain and shade themselves. Being here is as kind, safe and comfortable as being in the arms of a loving mother, and deporting all nightmares and natural enemies. It proves the classic that "it is good to enjoy the cool under a big tree".
Whenever people go sightseeing and look up at the solid and changeable main pole of the tree, its smiling face is like a finely carved "five senses", giving people daydreams and romantic poems and paintings ... whenever I see girls with long hair and white veils playing, taking pictures and having fun on its huge root group, it is like a huge cradle, casting brilliance and reflecting beautiful Bayu children.
It is not only a kind of tree, but also a kind of strength, indestructible, indomitable and unshakable. They grew up rooted, heart to heart and closely United. I have been concerned about infrastructure construction since I was a child, and my whole body is covered with roots. Once I have the chance, these roots will not hesitate to plunge into the soil to consolidate and develop myself.
Whenever choppy floods hit the earth, it always stands at the forefront, protecting the riverbank with huge roots; Whenever the once-in-a-century drought destroys everything, it can grow new roots and buds, protect the land under its feet, and create one miracle after another.
After years of suffering and baptism, most of the companions or grandchildren of this big tree have gone to various fronts. Whether it is hills or plains, whether it is campuses or courtyards, whether it is rivers or mountains, they all have lofty ideals. They have a bird's-eye view of every corner of rural areas, towns or metropolises from a strategic perspective and paint a grand blueprint for future development.
Although there are only a few Huangge trees in the ancient town, each one has a story and an extraordinary experience. Nowadays, most of these trees have their own thrones-"ancient trees", which have been protected. In the near future, I will stand guard on a brand-new urban main road, where I will educate people and escort economic construction and urban greening. They will be more brilliant and become the supporting point of the earth and the dazzling pearl.
Although the kudzu tree standing at the south bridge is old and terminally ill, I can clearly see its fearless spirit: the rotting body is like a hollow bamboo, and all branches and leaves are supported only by the tattered body. It is in the final struggle with life, how strong it is!
Whenever the sunset is reflected in the South River, this kudzu vine turns golden yellow. In my field of vision, an old man with a hundred hairs often holds up a tent beside him, sits on a cool chair and shakes his fan, guarding a few bottles of unsold honey, which looks sweet and carefree; Ice shops have sprung up like mushrooms after rain, and people who drink night wine come prepared, and it seems that they will not get drunk or return; There are also rockery stone carving artists who want to expand their business with the help of the aura of Huangge Tree. Motorcycles and cars keep approaching it, because it is the best destination; People walking there can overlook the old city that is about to be demolished and look up at the new city that has already been located, becoming a beautiful scenery.
However, I feel sorry for the leaving tree. Not only does it not enjoy the treatment of an "old tree", but it also doesn't know what disease it has, whether it is caused by man or the environment. I don't know, so I can't go!
4. Write a composition: What will Kudzu do in winter?
Some people like colorful spring; Some people like vibrant summer; Some people like fruitful autumn; But I like snowy winter. Let me explain it to you!
That snowflake is illusory, floating down from the sky, falling in people's palms and melting; Snowflakes are white and crystal clear, as pure as clouds; That snowflake is flawless, as flawless as Baoyu. That snowflake
Floating on the wheat, the farmers must be ecstatic when they see it, and say with a smile, "In winter, wheat covers three quilts, and next year I will sleep with steamed bread on my pillow." This is really a good year! "The children are playing in the snow. That string is like a silver bell.
Laughter echoed in the air.
Winter is coming, and only plum blossoms are in full bloom in the proud snow. It will remind people of the poem of Liu Zongyuan, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, "Early plum blossoms and high flowers reflect Chu Tianbi. The north wind is floating in Ye Xiang, and the frost is white. I want to fold it and send it thousands of miles away, but there is no way to answer the question. Cold English is on pins and needles, why bother to comfort distant guests? " The spirit of plum blossom holding its head high in the proud snow is worth learning from each of us.
In winter, it is covered with snow. It's not environmentally friendly at all. However, pine trees still stand in the snow. Decorated our city and added green. Pine trees stand luxuriantly in the white snow, swaying with the cold northwest wind, making a shrill roar, as if to deliberately despise winter.
Winter, beautiful; Winter, lyrical; Winter is thought-provoking; Winter, happiness. Winter is a colorful season; Winter is a happy season. I like winter, this snowy season.