One night, a full moon as a mirror hung high in the sky, and the bright moonlight shone quietly on the earth.
Li Bai suddenly felt that he was flying. The higher he flew, the faster he flew to Jinghu Lake. The lake under the bright moon reflected his shadow. He swam freely in the bright moonlight, feeling unprecedented freedom and comfort, and gradually he came to the Tongxi River where Xie Lingyun had been.
How beautiful the scenery here is. The bright moon shines quietly on the green hills and clear waters, with blue waves rippling and sparkling, and there are piercing apes crying in the distance.
Li Bai was fascinated by the scenery here. He hurried to the place where Xie Gong lived, put on the wooden shoes that Xie Gong wore when climbing the mountain, and walked to the mountain high into the sky. Almost halfway up the mountain. He saw the sun rising and heard the crow. It's dawn Everything around him clearly attracted his attention. He saw: beautiful flowers were blooming all over the mountains, and grotesque boulders were everywhere, trickling down.
He climbed the mountain on the winding mountain road, infatuated with flowers, and leaned against the stone, unaware that it was getting late. Suddenly, he heard the bear growling and the dragon roaring! Like a thunderous sound, it shakes between rocks and springs. The sound shook the forests and mountains. After a while, dark clouds covered the sky, as if it was going to rain, and the water vapor gradually diffused. Lightning and thunder, the peaks are destroyed and collapsed! Bang, the Shimen of Xianfu was suddenly opened! The sky in Xianfu is so vast and endless. The golden sun and bright moon shine on the palace made of gold and silver at the same time, which is a magnificent sight.
Fairies dressed in rainbows are driving in the long wind, and fairies in the clouds fall lightly from the clouds to the ground. Suddenly, a wonderful music started. When Li Bai looked carefully, it turned out that fairies were sitting in a car driven by a phoenix bird, listening to the tiger playing the piano for them. Suddenly, as many fairies as Ma came to Li Bai, and Li Bai was startled and woke up suddenly.
Alas! It turned out to be a dream, and the beautiful scenery seen in the dream suddenly disappeared without a trace.
There is no definite method or method to develop the 800-word composition of Phnom Penh phoenix tail skirt.
We say that "it is better to believe in books than to have no books", and writing a composition in a rigid and dogmatic way will inevitably lead to no real progress.
Everything in the world is a process of "easy poverty leads to change, change leads to communication, and general rules last for a long time", and there is no rule out.
A lot of practice has proved that excellent compositions always have several similarities, either unique in conception, accurate in material selection or brilliant in literary talent.
Mastering these points will undoubtedly help us get good grades in our composition.
No matter how big the article is, no matter how detailed the language is, there are certain rules and regulations. With these instructions, students will take fewer detours. Reading is absorption and writing is output.
Just as calligraphy needs to be pasted first and painting needs to be sketched, so learning composition should start with imitation. You should be familiar with 300 Tang poems, and you can sing even if you can't write poems.
Excellent articles with high quality are always the most critical part of a composition book. Effectively absorb these excellent articles, internalize them into your own things, and produce high-quality compositions.
The superiority of composition is no longer a dream! Without debate and discussion, there will be no progress.
Different people will have different ideas after reading the same article. Be generous, actively listen to different opinions, reflect in doubt, grow up in reflection, and don't be narcissistic.
Who doesn't want their composition to be attractive! To tell the truth, if your composition is attractive, then your composition is very successful.
In other words, to achieve the effect of "attraction", that is the biggest problem in writing, which needs constant thinking and attention.
No matter how well you write, even if you have become a great writer, this problem is still a problem.
Here, I want to say that if you want to attract others, you must first attract yourself, touch yourself and make yourself feel particularly interesting.
If what you say, the people you write and the things you describe are not new to you, I think your composition is impossible to attract people.
I wish every student can write a good composition!
One day, when the lion was hungry, he ran to a place where there were many small animals in the forest, waiting for the small animals to trap himself.
When the small animals saw the lions there, they were scared and ran away.
At this moment, a tiger passed by, saw the lion and said kindly, "What's the matter, man?" Why are you standing here? The lion said weakly, "I'm hungry. Come and find something to eat. I am waiting for the little animals. "
"The tiger smiled and said to the lion," You stand here, and the small animals are scared away when they see you. Who dares to appear before you? You should hide behind the grass. When they come, take them by surprise and attack quickly! Still no food? "But the lion didn't agree, and the tiger had to go.
Time passed day by day, and no small animal appeared in front of us.
Finally, the poor lion was starved to death.
This story tells us that we should use our brains and think hard, and we can't ignore advice and go our own way. If so, we will pay a heavy price.
The narrative extends this article to 800-degree climbing. Du Fu's wind is urgent, the sky is high, apes crow, and birds fly across clear lake Baisha to return.
The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.
Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness.
After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged.
This autumn is particularly bleak.
The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the autumn wind is eager to reunite with friends.
And I, standing on the top of the mountain watching all this, feel the chill of autumn.
The river in the distance is crystal clear, and groups of people fly back to the beach at low altitude and snuggle up to each other.
I am the only one, listening to the cries of apes telling endless worries for me.
Looking up, the leaves withered bit by bit, and it fell one by one, silently.
But it was rolled up by the ruthless autumn wind, endless, until it disappeared into my sight.
Bow your head, the Yangtze River keeps flowing, the river is rolling, surging, splashing and moving forward.
Who knows if there is an end, and if anyone feels the same way as me? I wander alone thousands of miles away and live in other places all the year round. I can only look up at the Mid-Autumn Festival and get drunk just to forget loneliness.
Since my old age, my health is getting worse every day. I am lucky to climb the mountain alone today.
The hardships of the times and life make my sideburns pale as frost.
But who can understand? Now when it comes to wine, you can only stop at your mouth.
My body can't stand it anymore, and I can't drink even the worst wine ... Now, on this mountain, looking at the vast and empty scenery and bleak autumn, my heart hurts.
This sad and lonely heart, alas ... this autumn is particularly bleak.
The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the autumn wind is eager to reunite with friends.
I stood on the top of this mountain, watching all this and feeling the chill of autumn.
The river in the distance is crystal clear, and groups of people fly back to the beach at low altitude and snuggle up to each other.
I was alone, listening to the ape's cry and telling my heart.
On a quiet afternoon, a group of thirteen or fourteen-year-old girls went hiking in the mountains. They sang and laughed all the way. In front of them, there is a dense forest. The golden sunlight filtered through the branches and screened out brilliant shadows. From time to time, a few delicate birds are singing, one east and one west, falling together.
The girls were fascinated by this scene and decided to play here for a while, deviating from the original hiking route. After a while, they saw many wild flowers on the roadside, some of which were in full bloom and some were still in bud. They just pick flowers and follow the growth direction of wild flowers. As a result, they went further and further unconsciously, and they didn't react until the sun slowly set. Looking back, there are five or six trees in the back.
They suddenly panicked, anxious like ants on hot bricks, but just sitting is not the way. They can only trespass in the forest. It is completely dark, and only dark shadows can be seen in the darkness, so they have to grope carefully, but there is no end in sight. There are waves of insects singing in the trees, which adds a bit of mystery and terror to this silent forest.
They walked and walked until blisters appeared on their feet. They wandered in the jungle all night and still couldn't find a way out. They finally sat down on a big tree that passed by several times. "We must be dead!" The girls were frightened.
Just then, they suddenly heard the faint sound of running water, and a short girl suddenly stood up. "We won't die, the mountain spring will flow into the stream, and the stream will take us to the villages and towns.
Follow me along the mountain spring and you will definitely get out of the jungle.
"So everyone followed her for a long time. Finally, they saw the wide river and heard dogs barking.
It turned out that the little girl had many experiences of climbing mountains and exploring, and inadvertently learned a survival skill.
The opening of Meng (about 800 words) The sun is dry and the bustling market is dusty.
You came in a hurry, but you look slow.
When you came, you walked into my vague sight and my heart with a simple face, like a silk heart in my arms.
The dust and grass clippings on your unkempt hair soaked your sweat, played casually in the sun and got into my nostrils, which made me extremely intoxicated.
You hold the cloth in your arms.
You hold the silk in your arms and gently hold it ... how do you know? Every silk stores my thoughts accumulated night after night. You just hold it gently and smile. I can't tell whether it's simple and honest or oily.
The gentle stream has just been washed, and my hands are gurgling on your material.
My silk thread is casually stuffed into your arms, and none of it flows into your eyes.
One by one, I knitted you silk thread, the most fragile silk thread in the world, so casually stuffed into your arms.
You say the sun is really round today, and you say my silk is really soft.
I know that you have never seen the sun in the sky, and I know that you have never touched my silk.
What is the most important thing for you in this world? You haven't paid attention to the sun in the sky, and you haven't cared about my silk ... Can you really regard me as your most important thing? You didn't come to change my cloth and silk thread, you just put on my wedding dress in a hurry.
But is this something that can be done casually? How dare I speak easily? You know I'm just a modest and shy girl. Can you tell that I quarreled with other girls and chatted with other boys? You, you just push me. Are you going to force me to be a hot girl? Can a spice girl weave such soft silk? I'm right behind you, walking with you step by step.
Dear, my eyes follow you closely and send you step by step.
I'll send you ice cream water and take you to the south of the water.
Have you ever seen me send someone that far away? Let alone a man like you! You silly, rustic idiot, is it worth sending me this far? In this way, I sent you to the liqi water, and then I came back. People are back, but my heart is always on the other side, always following you-have you noticed? Honey, I didn't mean to delay the time to make you impatient. But you didn't give me an excuse to follow suit.
You only know how anxious you are and how to push me. Can you think of finding a matchmaker who is eloquent and sweet-talking, and tie a red line in my hand, which makes me reluctant to let my parents know about us?
Dear, please don't be sad and angry. In autumn, when pomegranate trees are full of red lanterns, I will definitely abandon my shyness and spend the ice cream with you.
Colorful autumn is our wedding day ... Words: 90 1.
Xijiang Moon extends 800 words in the middle of the night, and a bright moon hangs high in the air.
In the bright moonlight, two magpies are whispering. They fly one after another, the branches keep shaking, magpies are flying and singing, and the trees are in chaos.
In a short time, it was already late at night.
The breeze caressed and blew the green leaves, and even the cicada who had just fallen asleep was awakened by the rhythmic sound of leaves. Naughty accompanied by the wind, cicadas came from time to time.
In the dense forest, it seems to be playing a beautiful and a little noisy symphony.
When this beautiful melody of nature is playing, there are some attractive and refreshing rice flowers inadvertently. With this music, it has a unique flavor and people have to be intoxicated.
Not far away, there is a rice field. It turns out that the fragrance of rice flowers emanates from there. The smell of rice flowers is about to mature, and there is sound. Oh, it was the frog's voice.
Farmers nearby are enjoying this poetic place.
Being in such a poetic place, farmers can't help looking up at the sky. There are few stars in the distant horizon, and the moonlight is fading. Suddenly, there was a slight shower in front of the mountain, and the sound of rain was falling, not as strong as a thunderstorm in summer and not as cool as autumn rain.
It's raining harder and harder, but there is no shelter around here. It suddenly occurred to him that there was a thatched shop not far away.
However, misty rain, how can we find it? After a while, he suddenly saw a stream he had walked on and a stone bridge built on it.
So he followed the familiar stone bridge and found the thatched shop.
There is no definite method or method to develop the 800-word composition of Phnom Penh phoenix tail skirt.
We say that "it is better to believe in books than to have no books", and writing a composition in a rigid and dogmatic way will inevitably lead to no real progress.
Everything in the world is a process of "easy poverty leads to change, change leads to communication, and general rules last for a long time", and there is no rule out.
A lot of practice has proved that excellent compositions always have several similarities, either unique in conception, accurate in material selection or brilliant in literary talent.
Mastering these points will undoubtedly help us get good grades in our composition.
No matter how big the article is, no matter how detailed the language is, there are certain rules and regulations. With these instructions, students will take fewer detours. Reading is absorption and writing is output.
Just as calligraphy needs to be pasted first and painting needs to be sketched, so learning composition should start with imitation. You should be familiar with 300 Tang poems, and you can sing even if you can't write poems.
Excellent articles with high quality are always the most critical part of a composition book. Effectively absorb these excellent articles, internalize them into your own things, and produce high-quality compositions.
The superiority of composition is no longer a dream! Without debate and discussion, there will be no progress.
Different people will have different ideas after reading the same article. Be generous, actively listen to different opinions, reflect in doubt, grow up in reflection, and don't be narcissistic.
Who doesn't want their composition to be attractive! To tell the truth, if your composition is attractive, then your composition is very successful.
In other words, to achieve the effect of "attraction", that is the biggest problem in writing, which needs constant thinking and attention.
No matter how well you write, even if you have become a great writer, this problem is still a problem.
Here, I want to say that if you want to attract others, you must first attract yourself, touch yourself and make yourself feel particularly interesting.
If what you say, the people you write and the things you describe are not new to you, I think your composition is impossible to attract people.
I wish every student can write a good composition! ...
How to enlarge the ancient poem Guanju into an 800-word composition? If there is a good one, give the five-star "off, off ..." The familiar sound of waterfowl rings in the ear again.
The rippling water in the lake is even more charming under the swaying of shepherd's purse in the wind, just like her ... beautiful face, graceful figure, stroking shepherd's purse with the current, and delicate little hands in the evening.
She is just the beauty I am looking for in my sleep. She is breathtaking in beauty.
Ironically, the first time I tried to get close to her, I was politely refused.
I have always been confident, suddenly lost my direction, lost and confused, dissolved in wine and burned in my heart.
For several nights, I couldn't sleep, and I only thought about her.
But for the next few days, I was still afraid to say a word to her.
I wanted to leave, but I saw her again before I left. I still walked past the leek like a fairy, and I was still delicate.
But I'm not qualified to accompany her. I just want to leave this heartbreaking place alone ... I feel sad when I think about it. I untied the lyre tied behind me and sang a solo "Beauty Pity". I want to vent my depression, but it's hard to restrain my admiration.
At the end of the song, I sighed again I thought: it's time to go.
"That song is Beauty Pity?" I looked up in surprise. It turned out that she didn't know when she had parked the boat beside me.
I didn't know what to say at that time, and I was so surprised that I forgot to answer.
She looked at me with a smile. "Can you play another song, son?" "Please girl.
"After ten days, every day when the sun goes down, I always sit by the lake and play shepherd's purse across the water for her, and she starts singing with the melody.
Low-flying waterfowl, water shepherd's purse swaying in the wind, singing and singing echoed on the lake ... Suddenly I found this place more beautiful and promising than before.
But now, without her, the sunset looks so bleak.
Waterbirds are still flying low there, shepherd's purse is still swaying in the wind, and the lyre on my knee has not been played for a long time. I wonder if the melody it plays is still beautiful.
A gust of wind blew, and the love songs of the past sounded again, wishing her blessings to the Iraqis who had been circulated in leeks and wishing them a trip all the way south of the Yangtze River-rewriting Guan Guan's "White Dove" in Hezhou.
A beautiful and virtuous woman is a good spouse of a gentleman.
Mix shepherd's purse and salvage it from left to right.
A beautiful and virtuous woman wakes up to pursue her.
If you can't pursue it, the black nightclub misses her during the day.
Miss Long, I can't sleep over and over again.
Mix shepherd's purse and choose from left to right.
A beautiful and virtuous woman came to her with a couple and a couple.
Pull shepherd's purse from left to right.
A beautiful and virtuous woman rings the bell to please her.
-"The Book of Songs Nan Zhou Guanluo" Is the shadow of that pair of waterfowl still in your hazy pupil? As long as they are still ringing in your ears, my heart can hear your heartbeat. Last April, I planted today's dream in your heart. A green raft with different lengths of blue waves is passing by my small sail, but I use a lyre in my arms. My love, if you want to keep this painting forever, please leave with your thoughts, but I can clearly see that you are standing in the shade on the other side of me. Your hair is dotted with pink flowers. Honey, what are you waiting for? Do you expect a Mao Mao rain to block the bright stars in your eyes? My love, if you are still by the boat, can you see the waves splashing? If you can still see the green shepherd's purse by the water, how many uneven thoughts grow on my lover. If you have fallen asleep, do you know that I am here and I am here? ...
At sunset, the vast sky is squeezed by dark clouds, and the sun can't penetrate at all, just like a burning war raging wildly in the distance.
The enemy troops are surging, approaching the city gate, and the city wall is crumbling, as if it were about to collapse.
The soldiers on the wall stood ready, and the sun shone on their armor like fish scales.
Under the wall are the roar of countless enemy soldiers, shining with shining armor.
Loud trumpets echoed around, making the already sad autumn more bleak, just like the cold and bitterness of countless sad autumn winds.
The bright red blood solidified the sediment, indicating that there were a lot of casualties on both sides.
There are countless purple soils inside and outside the Great Wall, and the Xia Zi in the sky is reflected in the river, as thick as rouge, which sets each other off in the dark night.
Rescue troops like snakes marched at night, half waving the red flag of the army and fighting the enemy by the Yishui River. We seem to see hope, but the strength is still very different.
The autumn wind roared by, rolling up the dead leaves and dust scattered outside the city wall, and the thick frost and snow froze the drums, which was low and dull, and it was difficult for the soldiers to arouse their fighting spirit.
In order to defend the territory and repay the emperor's concern and love for me, I am willing to hold high my sword, fight for the battlefield and give my precious life to die for the monarch. I will never regret it.
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