One thing can make a teenager crazy', and the teenager's spirit is the most dazzling bright color in the palette. Du Fu, a teenager, declared to the magnificent mountains and rivers with a clear voice: "Climb to the top and you will see that other mountains are dwarfed under the sky." .. his eyes are clear and hot, and before and after him, there are Li Bai's "Xing Han put pen to paper to shake the five mountains, Tao Chengling has no pride in Cangzhou" and Chen Ziang's "Where was before me, it was a lost age? Behind me, where are the future generations? I miss the faintness of heaven and earth, and I shed tears ",and Li Shangyin's" Tong Li Dan Mountain Road, the sound of the little phoenix is clearer than that of the old phoenix "... These young hearts beat vigorously, thus spreading the myriad weather of the Tang Dynasty and making it. The introduction of classical poetry greatly enhances the cultural taste and aesthetic taste of the article, which contains strong poetic beauty and makes readers memorable. In the essay "Black People Near Ink", a candidate quoted a sentence from "Shuo Yuan": "If you live with kindness, if you enter Lan Zhi's room and don't smell its fragrance for a long time, you will blend with it; Living with the wicked is like entering an abalone room. If you don't smell it for a long time, it will be integrated with it. " Listening to stories. com
2. Write a composition with ancient poems and rewrite the Yellow Crane Tower to send Meng Haoran fireworks. In March, Meng Xiong and I rode to the Yellow Crane Tower, where we often go.
Today is the day when Brother Meng will go to West Yangzhou. I have prepared farewell wine and snacks for Brother Meng. Meng Xiong and I boarded the Yellow Crane Tower and sat at a table by the window, drinking wine and eating our snacks.
At this time, the breeze was blowing gently, blowing Meng Xiong's clothes and mine. (The author has a rich imagination. From this detail, we feel the feeling of spring and endow the article with dynamic beauty. Brother Meng and I put down our glasses, went to the window and looked at the ocean of fireworks outside. The river is sparkling and flocks of birds are flying freely in the blue sky.
(from the previous narrative to the description of the scenery, naturally. ) In such picturesque scenery, Meng Xiong and I had a great interest in poetry, and we drank good poems one after another.
When we were happy, we began to talk about our worries, ambitions and ideals. After a long talk, it's getting late and Brother Meng is leaving.
Brother Meng and I can only drink one last glass of wine. I stood up with a hip flask in one hand and a glass in the other. I slowly filled Meng Xiong with wine and poured myself another. Meng Xiong and I picked up the glass together. The description of the scene makes the reader feel immersive. Brother Meng said, "Hey! All good things must come to an end. Let's say goodbye today. I don't know when to meet again. Come on! Let's have a drink. "
Say that finish, we drink off. At this time, Brother Meng packed his luggage and said, "Dear brothers, I'm leaving."
"I'll give you another ride!" I said. Say that finish, Meng Xiong and I went downstairs together.
This sentence is not in harmony with the artistic conception of the article, so the first sentence below can indicate the destination. ) We walked hand in hand on the tree-lined path, and the scenery on the road was really beautiful, so full of spring scenery.
The green grass is dotted with wild flowers, and the trees on the roadside are sprouting and turning green. The wind is blowing, the river is sparkling, and a free bird is chasing behind us, singing with its euphemistic song, as if singing a farewell song for Meng Xiong. In such a vibrant scenery, we have no intention of enjoying it.
We were silent all the way. The beautiful scenery creates a deep sadness of parting.
With a stroke of a pen, the sadness of parting was subtly highlighted. ) came to the river, the ship has arrived, Meng Xiong was about to board, I grabbed Meng Xiong, (too suddenly, Li Bai and Meng Haoran were quite natural and unrestrained about this separation.
There will be no such dramatic performance! ) said: "I don't know when I can meet again. I wish you a pleasant journey and peace. "
Brother Meng said gratefully, "We will definitely meet again." Brother Meng got on the boat and stood at the bow. Our eyes met. He took my hand and said, "Goodbye!" The boatman paddled and the boat paddled slowly forward.
Meng Xiong stood at the bow and waved to me all the time. I waved and silently blessed Meng Xiong. The ship left and disappeared on the horizon where the water meets the sky, only the shadow of the ship could be seen.
Nearby, I saw the waves beating layer by layer and rushing to the shore. The shadow of the fish is reflected in the water; In the distance, the river is shining and rolling forward.
I have been standing by the river and never left. Watching, I sang a poem: An old friend said goodbye to the West Yellow Crane Tower, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.
My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.
3. Ancient Poetry Writing Composition Bamboo Rhyme
Next to the clear mountain stream, there are lush bamboos. Drinking tea in that bamboo forest is really unique.
Today is a warm spring day in bloom. The bamboo forest is full of manners and birds are singing.
That beautiful and euphemistic singing is even more wonderful.
Inadvertently, there was a faint sound of guzheng in the depths of the forest, floating around.
The notes are refreshing, as if telling the story of spring.
As soon as I heard it, it was difficult to find people in the dense bamboo forest, and there was a spring breeze.
When the wind blows, the leaves in the forest fall in succession.
I put down my teacup gently and listened to the Moon played by people I didn't know.
High ",lost in thought. ...
I closed my eyes quietly, feeling the breath of spring, and gradually forgot the sadness in my mind.
When I opened my eyes, I saw a veil of mist and a row.
Rows of bamboo and drizzling spring rain.
I picked up the teacup and tasted the fragrant jasmine tea.
My mind is empty, quietly listening to the melodious sound of the Zheng. ...
I don't know when the flute sounded faintly in the distance. Interwoven together, like a symphony specially prepared for spring.
Soon, the rhythm of various musical instruments sounded around, birds jumped around on bamboo branches, bamboo swayed in the spring breeze in Hexi, and the whole bamboo forest became more lively and full of vitality.
The fog is getting thicker and thicker, and the scenery in front of us is blurred, but the rhyme is still there.
Clearly audible.
I, completely lost in desire. ...
It's getting light. The bright sunshine in the morning penetrated through the bamboo forest and the clouds gradually dispersed.
The surrounding scenery gradually became clear.
The bamboo forest is quiet again ...