Mao Yan is low and small, with green grass beside the stream.
Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it?
The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages.
My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying in the grass, peeling the lotus just picked.
The beautiful spring girl danced in the festive costumes and came to the world. In the spring when everything recovers, flowers are the protagonist, the world and ocean of flowers, pink peach blossoms, white pear blossoms, red peony, yellow golden winter jasmine ... emitting refreshing fragrance, the stream wakes up. It stretched its legs and feet, kicked the snow quilt, and lay on the ground like a circuitous crystal blue silk, as clear as glass from a distance. The grass by the stream sticks out and looks full of vitality. On this green blanket, there is a small thatched cottage. I was very happy to hear someone in the thatched cottage talking and laughing at each other drunk with a gentle southern accent. Who can talk so happily in this humble room? Oh, it's them-a white-haired old couple, an old grandfather and an old grandmother talking about family affairs! You must be talking about another bumper harvest in autumn. You must be happy to have three hard-working sons. It must be.
Outside the thatched cottage, the buds in the bean field grow sturdily. The eldest son picked up the kettle to water, fertilize and turn over the soil, and then picked up the hoe to contribute to the little bud. Beads of sweat dripping on the small leaves, crystal clear, looking at this fertile land, the eldest son grabbed the cuffs, wiped the sweat, smiled and worked harder!
The second son grabbed a handful of rice from the chicken bowl and sprinkled it on the floor. The chicken pecked and finally patted its stomach, as if it were full. Chicken cages are scattered on the ground, some are worn out and some are pecked. The second son sat cross-legged on the ground, sewed meticulously and shuttled back and forth with dexterous hands. Soon, a brand-new chicken coop was ready. The second son said with a black face, "Don't abuse idioms!" But I still burst into a smile and showed white fangs.
Yo! There is no class at school today, and the naughty and lovely little son doesn't want to be idle. He was lying on the head of the stream, his feet tilted, and he was absorbed in peeling a lotus flower, which made people like it very much.
Look at the image of this family of five with different modes, showing a harmonious and beautiful rural life, which is really cordial and desirable. The pastoral paintings made at sunrise and resting at sunset show the beauty of human feelings and the interest of life.
Time passed quietly, and in the evening, pieces of red clouds floated in the air, as if colorful silks and satins were flying. Colorful clouds embroidered beautiful patterns on the endless sky cloth, and pastoral drawings painted them with rich colors. When the sun goes down, the light is everywhere, leaving a colorful afterglow in the sky. ...
2. Rewrite Village Residence into a short essay of about 400 words. Village residence (1) Gao Qing Cao Ding Yinglong flies in February, and the willow on the embankment is drunk with spring smoke.
The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind. Author Gao Ding, a native of Renhe (now Hangzhou, Zhejiang), was a poet in the late Qing Dynasty.
Note (1) Village residence: what you see when you live in the countryside. (2) Brush willow: The branches of willow are very long, hanging down and swinging slightly, as if touching the bank.
(3) Spring smog: the fog evaporated by Shui Ze and vegetation in spring. (4) Drunk: intoxicated, intoxicated.
(5) drop out of school: after school. (6) paper kites: kites.
The author of Village Residence is Gao Ding, a poet in Qing Dynasty. This poem describes the scene of spring when the poet lived in the country and the scene of children flying kites after school.
In early spring and February, the grass grows and the willows brush the embankment, and the children fly kites with great interest. There is a scene where someone has something to do, full of life interest, and draws a lively "happy spring picture".
Between the lines of the whole poem, the poet's joy and praise for the coming of spring are revealed. In February of the lunar calendar, grass sprouts and grows in front of and behind the village, and orioles fly around.
Willow covered with long green branches, swaying in the wind, as if gently stroking the bank. Water vapor evaporates between Shui Ze and vegetation and condenses like smoke.
Willow seems to be fascinated by this beautiful scenery. After school, the children in the village went home early without hesitation and quickly flew kites in the blue sky on the strong east wind.
The appreciation of Village Residence depicts a picture of children flying kites on the grass near the village in spring. This is a picture of rural life with natural scenery and touching people, full of vitality and spring.
After reading this poem, we seem to enjoy the beautiful spring scenery with the poet and share the joy of children flying kites. The first sentence is about time and natural scenery.
In early spring and February, the grass grows green buds, and orioles fly in the sky and sing happily. The long branches of willows beside the embankment brushed the ground gently, as if drunk and trembling in the spring smoke.
The second sentence is about character activities. The children came back from school early and flew kites in the east wind.
The children, east wind, kites, people and things chosen by the poet add some vitality and hope to the beautiful spring scenery. Around Song Shui Village of Zhang Shunmin, it is rare that there is a fence built in Beitian, which flowers all over a thousand miles.
As the sun sets, there is no cowboy riding on the back of the cow, only a pair of crows wandering on the village road. -(Song) Zhang Shunmin Zhang Shunmin, a famous poet in Song Dynasty.
Country House is one of his representative works. The poem describes a picture of a quiet and elegant autumn village with a hint of silence.
"Water around the ridge and bamboo around the hedge", the selection of materials is like the transformation of focal plane, from distant view to close view. In the distance of the village, flowing water gurgles around the fields on the hillside.
The small garden outside the house, surrounded by green bamboo and green water, is idyllic. "all the money is lost, and the hibiscus flowers are rare." Hibiscus, also known as Hibiscus, blooms at the turn of summer and autumn, and its corolla is purple or white.
Sparse hibiscus shows that it is a clear autumn, and an elm tree has long been in blowing in the wind. Therefore, although the courtyard is green and pleasant, it is a pity that the heyday has passed, and the remaining hibiscus flowers will inevitably cause the feeling of beauty dying. The significance of silence is self-evident.
"No one lies on the cow's back in the sunset, leading west Western jackdaw to return in pairs". The silence was broken by the hooves of cattle, and the poet switched the camera to the outside of the yard.
The sun sets, the twilight is boundless, and the old cow slowly returns. This scene was sung as early as in the Book of Songs: "At dusk, the cattle and sheep came down".
However, the poet did not repeat his predecessors' poems, but captured a brand-new artistic image: the old cow returned by itself, and the cow's back was not a cowherd playing piccolo, but a standing western Western jackdaw. Western Western jackdaw is easy to fly, but in this quiet atmosphere, carefree, standing on the back of cattle. The stillness of Western jackdaw in the west is dependent on the movement of a cow, and the movement of the cow includes the stillness of Western jackdaw in the west. The size and movement contrast to form a novel picture.
Song poetry strives for innovation, which is evident here. Is the word "no one is lying down" redundant? Why not just say, "When the sun sets, western Western jackdaw stands on his back?" This is the charm of this poem.
No one is lying down is a pen, which causes readers to question: so what is on the back of the cow? This led to "bringing back western Western jackdaw in pairs", and the image is now integrated into one's own feelings. Cattle carrying Western jackdaw in the west reflects the tranquility and peace of rural life, but the author highlights the atmosphere with "sunset" and "Western jackdaw in the west", adding a touch of leisure to the tranquility.
Second, the image is more delicate and vivid. If the "belt" and "row beam" cooperate with each other, the cow will feel at ease, and the cow and crow will naturally have no guesses and look good.
Without this setback, it would be too straight and lack rhyme. The sight of cattle carrying birds has also been described by poets close to Zhang Shunmin's time.
As Mai Su said, "Where did the leaves go with the flowing water? Cattle take West Western jackdaw to other villages (see the book Dongpo Inscription and Maishi), and Zhu He's Water Negative Bird Anger (Collection of Qing Hu's Legacy, Volume 5, Kuaizaiting Dusk). Zhang Shunmin's poems are obviously more artistic.
It seems to be an understatement, but it has both form and spirit.
Silence is the keynote of this little poem. The first two sentences choose green water, fields, bamboo, hedges, elms, hibiscus flowers and other still lives to write static.
The last two sentences are different techniques, which are dynamic and static. Cattle hoof is well received, walking slowly, noisy and dynamic, but it does not destroy the harmony and unity of the environment. The mystery lies in slow movement and single tone.
This is obviously the same as Wang Wei's landscape poems, such as "Autumn in a Mountain" and "Bird Sound Stream", which are more about moving and writing static. Through careful observation of life, this poem outlines a novel image in elegant and natural language, expresses the poet's leisurely and quiet mood with a little sadness, constitutes a harmonious artistic conception and gives people beautiful artistic enjoyment.
Appreciation of Xin Qiji's Poems Qingpingle Village, with low eaves and green streams. Wu Yinxiang is charming when he is drunk. 1. Who has white hair? The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages.
Favorite child rogue 2, lying at the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers. 1. wuyin: generally refers to southern dialects.
Love (read the first sound): used to describe the softness and sweetness of southern dialects, but also to ridicule. 2. Rogue: naughty.
The introduction shows a quiet and peaceful rural life through the description of an ordinary farmer, and also shows the author's interest. The sentence "drunk" is inverted, but I have never seen him before.
3. Rewrite the village residence into a composition. A red sun rises slowly, shining warmly on the earth, the wind blows gently, it is warm, and the air is filled with freshness.
There is a small hut by the stream, and the stream is covered with green grass; A big tree next to the hut is like an umbrella, tall and straight, with dense leaves; The lotus in the stream is as red as a delicate princess, emitting a fragrance. In the cloudless sky of Wan Li, the sun is very dazzling, the sun shines all over the earth, and it is golden everywhere. In the hut, some people are talking and making fun of each other through drunkenness. They are drinking wine, rosy and happy. who is it? It turned out to be a white-haired couple. What are they talking about? The old couple's eldest son is weeding in the bean field east of the stream. How diligent he is! When he was weeding, he wiped the sweat from his cheeks.
Under the careful cultivation of the eldest son, beans grow so luxuriantly. The second son was busy knitting a chicken coop in the shade. Maybe their hens have hatched chicks, so they should close the coop or go to the market to buy them after weaving! Huh? Where did the third son go? It turned out to be peeling lotus leaves by the stream! He is so naughty and cute that he shakes his head and treats lotus as a toy! The old couple saw this scene and said happily, "How happy our family is!" .
4. The expansion of the village residence in Qingpingyue is to turn it into a composition with about 400 words. If it is good, plus "Qing Ping Yue Cun Ju" rewrites Liang Yihua's "Late Spring". In March, the mountains are full of flowers, lush trees and beautiful scenery! This year, Xin Qiji lived a simple and comfortable pastoral life in Shangrao, Jiangxi, because he was pushed out by court officials and his ambition was frustrated.
One day, he walked out of the house when he was idle, and saw flowers and plants on the mountain, such as E799Be5Bae6E4B 893E5B19E3133264623233, with lush trees and fresh air. Really beautiful! There is a waterfall on the mountain, which falls straight down, like a pair of wide white training, just flowing down from the loom. There is a dark cave behind the waterfall.
Xin Qiji is very curious. He is curious to know what's in it. So he touched the wet cave wall and groped carefully forward.
Suddenly, a light appeared in front of him, and Xin Qiji stepped forward quickly, only to see a beautiful new world in front of him: trees are shaded here, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant. A clear stream flows slowly.
Bright lotus flowers are blooming in the stream. Xin Qiji was overjoyed and thought: This is really a paradise! Xin Qiji walked along the stream, looking at the beautiful scenery, and unconsciously came to the door of a family.
There are five people in this family living in a low and small hut. A pair of white-haired Weng Ai sat at the door, drinking wine and chatting. They seem to love each other very much.
The old man smiled and said to the old woman, "Old woman, although we are all old, our children are so filial and our bones are so tough, so be content!" " The old woman said, "old man, we are going to enjoy our retirement!" " "Say that finish smile eyes almost became a line, wrinkles on his face became a flower. There is a pond in front of the house. The water in the pond is so clear that even small fish can see it playing below.
The lotus in the pool is pink and beautiful. There is also a large bamboo forest behind the house.
Bamboo is green and dripping, and from time to time there are crisp birds singing among the bamboo! The eldest sons of two old people are hoeing beans in the field east of the stream. The hot sun made him sweat, but he kept waving a hoe to weed.
Maybe he is thinking, "Mom and Dad have worked hard, and I want to repay them." Zhong Er weaves a chicken coop in the shade.
He also looked at his parents from time to time and saw that they loved each other so much that a happy smile appeared on his face. He may be thinking, "Big Brother is working in the sun, so hard."
I want to make more money, make more money, reassure my eldest brother and my parents. "Naive and lively children lying on the head of the stream, two little feet kept swinging, are absorbed in peeling the lotus just picked.
At this point, he may be thinking: "Big Brother and Second Brother are trying to repay their parents. I'll peel more lotus leaves to send wine to my parents." Seeing this loving, hardworking and harmonious family, Xin Qiji was moved to tears and immediately recited a well-known word-"Qingpingle Village", with low eaves and green grass on the stream.
When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white. Big ears hoe the east of the bean stream, and children weave chicken cages.
I like children and scoundrels best, lying on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers. There is a low hut in front of the rolling mountains, and there is a crystal clear stream in front of us.
Lotus leaves float on the stream. There are many mature lotus leaves on the lotus leaves, and delicious lotus roots are hidden under them. Suddenly, I heard an old and slightly drunk voice.
Ah! It turned out to be coming from that hut. Look! An old man, holding a white porcelain lake cup in his hand, was laughing and telling the old woman around him about the interesting stories of his sons when they were young, while laughing and picking up the glass to drink.
Whose old woman is this? Oh, their eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream in the midday sun. And the flowers and plants on the edge of the ground are all dizzy.
Sweat rolled down his forehead, but he didn't care. His second son has some skills. He is knitting a chicken coop with bamboo pieces. They are small and exquisite, beautiful and practical.
The old couple's favorite little son is very naughty. He did nothing but lie on the ground, peeling lotus leaves with his hands, eating lotus seed soup and making hens laugh. How happy he is! Looking at these moving scenes of harmony, carefree and freedom, Xin Qiji wrote: Qingpingle Village has low eaves and green grass on the stream. Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it? The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages.
My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying in the grass, peeling the lotus just picked. Ah! This is really a beautiful pastoral landscape painting.
5. Rewrite the village residence [Rewrite the village residence] Rewrite the village residence text:
Rewriting "Village Residence" Rewriting "Village Residence" One morning in early spring of February in Lin Yiwen, Class 3, Grade 3, the primary school affiliated to Quanzhou Teachers College, I was awakened by a crisp birdsong. I opened my eyes in a daze, and the rising sun shone on me through the window, which was very comfortable. I wanted to go for a walk in the suburbs, feel the breath of spring and rewrite "Village Residence". When I came to the grassland, I found that the grass and flowers with childlike breath had drilled out of the soil, stretched and yawned, and greedily sucked the dew of spring. I couldn't help squatting down and gently stroking the green shoots of the grass. At this time, a spring breeze blows, and the flowers are swaying, releasing charming fragrance. I smell the flowers, which makes me relaxed and happy. Suddenly, I feel that those blooming flowers add a lot of fun to spring. There was a silvery sound in the sky. I looked up. Oh, it was a group of orioles singing loudly. They dive and roll, fascinating. The third grade composition "Rewriting Village Residence". I walked to the bank. A row of willows are hanging and swaying, just like a beautiful little girl gently swinging her beautiful long hair in the spring breeze. The grass on the shore is covered with a layer of spring smoke, which makes me enjoy the beautiful scenery and the breath of spring. After a while, there was a laugh in the distance. I looked at it carefully. Oh, a group of children came back from school early. They came to the grass, put their schoolbags under the tree, and then quickly picked up their kites. Taking advantage of this good opportunity of the east wind, they quickly flew kites. Kites are all kinds of shapes, some of which are like a beautiful butterfly spreading its wings one by one; Some are like a long dragon, walking on clouds; Some are like harps, and the two rows of wind chimes on kites are really beautiful. Looking at them, I seem to be back to my childhood and flying kites with them. In the sky, beautiful kites are floating in the wind; On the grass, innocent children laughed heartily. Walking through the cold winter and out of the hustle and bustle, I can't help but sing casually: "The grass grows in February, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. The children came back from school early and were busy flying kites in the east wind. " Instructor: Du Sulan (Contributed by: edited by xszw on May 5, 2006 13: 35: 49:)
6. Rewrite Village Residence into a narrative. It was a sunny morning, with green fields, warm sunshine, green willows and red flowers everywhere.
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep. On the eaves, a pair of birds are singing a beautiful Haruka, with a voice as clear as a silver bell.
In the room, Gao Ding, a poet who had just been immersed in a beautiful dream, was awakened by the singing of birds. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and found that it was already dawn. So Gao Ding immediately got dressed and got up. The moment he opened the door, he was completely intoxicated with the beautiful scenery of spring in front of him. He couldn't help but open his arms and close his eyes, breathing in the intoxicating breath of spring, as if he himself were in it. At this time, in the face of such a beautiful spring, Gao Ding immediately sprouted the idea of sketching.
After cleaning up, Gao Ding packed his bags and set off.
Along the way, birds sang with him and butterflies danced with him. The gentle wind blew on his face, and the fragrant flowers made him more interested. Come to a clearing not far from the river bank, Gao Ding stopped. "This is really a treasure house of painting!" While talking to himself excitedly, he happily took out his tools and devoted himself to painting the beautiful scenery in front of him.
Green grass flourishes in the sun; Crowds of orioles chase and play happily in the sky. The willows on the shore can't help swinging their soft branches and dancing with the rhythm of spring. At this time, a warm east wind blew, blowing laughter and a group of lively figures. It turns out that children learn early today, and everyone unanimously decided to fly kites in the east wind. "Fly a kite!" In the cheers of everyone, colorful kites flew into the blue sky. At the moment, children are like the spirits of spring, chasing and playing freely in the spring breeze. ...
Gao Ding looked at the beautiful scenery of harmonious coexistence between man and nature, and couldn't help but be poetic and wrote in the painting-
In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.
7. Qingpingle Village Residence is about a remote village. There is a low thatched cottage where a happy family of five lives.
The back of the thatched cottage is covered with green bamboo, and in front of it is a crystal clear stream with many lotus flowers flowing, and the bank of the stream is covered with green grass. An old white-haired couple are sitting affectionately under a tree, chatting while drinking.
Grandpa said, "Our three sons are very good and filial." "Old man, we can enjoy the rest of our lives!" Grandma said with a smile.
"What do you think of this year's harvest?" "If the weather is fine this year, we won't have to worry about food." "God bless us and give us three lovely sons. What are you worried about? " ..... Their eldest son is weeding in the hot sun in the bean field by the stream; The second son is ingenious and skillfully weaves a chicken coop at home. Sweat dripped down his cheeks, but he smiled happily at the thought of a comfortable chicken nest. The most interesting thing is the third son, who wears two croissants and has a strand of bangs on his forehead. He playfully picked a big lotus from the stream, threw it on the grass, and slowly tasted the fragrant and tender lotus seeds.
Humming a little song in his mouth, shaking his head from time to time, and his cocked legs kept swinging up and down. I'm so happy. The old couple saw all this and felt unspeakable joy in their hearts.
Although it is a village house, it is like a paradise! One day, I came to a small village. There are mountains around this small village, and there is a river in front. The river is clear and transparent, and the water surface is sparkling.
There are many small fish swimming around in the river. Suddenly, a small room appeared in front of my eyes.
The hut is low and small, with a large piece of bamboo behind it. There are two white-haired old people sitting in front of the hut. Both of them were slightly drunk, speaking Wudi dialect and chatting affectionately with each other with a smile.
Look! It is their eldest son who is weeding in the bean field on the east bank of the river. How hard he works.
Bead-sized sweat dripped from the bean seedlings. The second son sat quietly in the open space in front of the door, knitting a chicken coop. He did it so carefully.
Turn around and look, oh! It turns out that they have a little son! He is naughty on the ground, shaking his feet, and is leisurely picking lotus leaves and peeling lotus seeds to eat! It can be seen that the old couple like him best. I really want to live here! Even for a day or two.
8. Rewrite the composition "Qingpingle Village Residence" Rewrite the composition "Qingpingle Village Residence". The afternoon sun is blowing all over the earth with the breeze, so soft and comfortable ... The poet is walking on the road in the country and enjoying this wonderful time.
Walking, I came to a stream. The stream is covered with soft grass, so people can't help sitting down and humming a beautiful poem.
Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter in the poet's ear. The poet saw a white-haired old man and an old woman sitting at the window of a low thatched cottage.
I saw them talking and laughing with Wu Yin! Although the poet couldn't understand what they were saying, he still felt a deep happiness and warmth in front of him, even beside him ... On the east side of the stream, a young man was weeding in the bean field! The poet stepped forward and started a family conversation with the young man. Oh! It turns out that the young man is the eldest son of the old couple.
The old couple's eldest son is very hospitable, so is the poet. The man sitting in front of the hut is the second son of the old couple.
He is engrossed in knitting chicken coops, ready to take them to the market to sell! Look at that chicken coop. It's exquisite and small. How beautiful it is! "Mm-hmm, it's delicious!" With this sound, the poet looked away again. I saw a naughty and lovely little doll lying beside a stream full of disc-shaped lotus leaves, stretching out her little feet and peeling the lotus leaves casually! While tasting the delicious lotus seeds, I carefully enjoyed the clear stream as glass, watched the small fish playing in the stream and smelled the faint fragrance of lotus leaves. It's so cute! What a happy family! Deeply intoxicated, the poet couldn't help but pick up a pen and paper, and with a stroke of a pen, wrote a sentence on this happy picture in front of him: "The grass eaves are low, and the grass is green on the stream.
Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it? The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages. My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying in the grass, peeling the lotus just picked. "
After putting pen to paper, the poet continued to revel in this beautiful and happy picture.