I wrote an excellent composition under the guidance of Li Bai.
That day, I stood on the stage for the first time when I was young. Introverted, I was scared. I am afraid because I am timid. I stood in the middle of the stage in a flurry, and the audience was in an uproar. The crowded crowd, like ants, bit my confidence. I'm at a loss. Suddenly I thought of Li Bai, who once wrote the famous saying "I was born useful". Yes! I can only stand on the stage because of my talent. Why should I feel inferior? Suddenly, my thoughts and thoughts flowed into words like spring water, and finally, I was greeted by thunderous applause.
This is the success that Li Bai brought me. I think we should have confidence in our talents and never feel inferior.
I have grown a lot, and in this youthful age of struggling for my studies, I have failed again. The bright red cross pierced my heart like a sharp knife. In the cold winter, the world is covered with ice and snow, and the gloomy sky is lifeless. I am sad, I regret it, and I want to give up. I suddenly noticed a big screen with Li Bai's poem on it. "One day, I will ride the wind and waves, straighten my shady sail and build a bridge on the deep sea." The font is bold and unrestrained, so inspirational. I seem to see hope. I stopped complaining, calmed down and moved on. Finally, excellent results were achieved.
This is also the success that Li Bai brought me. It is he who makes me full of hope in the face of setbacks and never gives up.
I changed because of Li Bai. Under the guidance of Li Bai, I tasted joy, chic, hope and victory. ...
I am an excellent composition under the guidance of Li Bai II.
In the quiet night, I leaned against the cold window, borrowed a lamp, sipped fragrant tea, spread out a book, quietly read this long-standing biography of Li Bai, and reviewed Li Bai's glorious life.
Outside the window, a bright moon hangs above the dark blue night sky. In the bright moonlight like water, I seemed to fall into a dark bottomless pit, but I caught a glimpse of a white boy in the blink of an eye. Unless it's too white, how can it look so familiar? Let it go, let's have a brief look at his life.
When I was a teenager, Li Taibai was beautiful and exquisite.
"In the barking of dogs, peach blossoms are thick." The mountains are tinkling with clear springs and flying birds in the blue sky, which is a good scenery. Li Bai is still dressed in white, with a bamboo hat on his head and a box of books on his shoulders. He waded all the way to Tianshan Mountain to find the old road. Dogs bark on the Tianshan Mountains, and if they soak in the water, they will resound through the whole mountain. Peach blossoms are full of dew, smart and beautiful. The Woods are lush, and white deer shuttle through them from time to time, which makes people linger. The waterfall hangs high above the cliff, which can be described as "hanging springs and flying waterfalls". Li Bai came to a small Taoist temple and knocked on the door, but no one answered. He had to leave a song "Dai Tianshan Visiting a Taoist" and went down the mountain full of disappointment.
Li Taibai, a middle-aged man, dreamed and thought all his life. ...
"The road is difficult to pass, and it is difficult to go to the sky." Li Bai, a middle-aged man, doesn't know whether he is proud or sad. When a man reaches middle age, his poems are like mountains, and every chapter is a swan song. It's a pity that his brilliant career was ruined by three Qing Ping Diao Ci. His career was bumpy, but he always put up with it. It's just because he doesn't understand that he will be prosperous all his life, and he dare not indulge his feelings all his life. He went home hopefully, but he was always extremely disappointed. His wife, Xu Yue, is ill in bed, and her pale face is lifeless. In less than ten days, even if Taibai cried badly, the beauty on the sofa could no longer keep her eyes open and hold him in her arms. He shed countless tears. One day, he stopped crying and his heart stopped hurting. This heart died with Xu Yue's departure. Even if the career is not smooth, you can still start again; Even if the husband cries, the beauty will not be born again. A song "Difficult Road to Shu" cured his official career, but failed to cure the death of a beautiful woman. She is like a fallen flower, which will crush his heart forever.
Li Taibai in his later years honored me, pitied me and honored Song Qing. ...
"The apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the canoe has passed Chung Shan Man". After many years of separation from Zongji, Taibai was acquitted, but he was over sixty. Taibai and his friends went back to their hometown by boat, with cliffs on both sides and branches on the side. From time to time, one or two apes whistled. Soon, Taibai finally returned to Zongji and finally had a few days of leisure. After a while, due to overwork, Li Bai was old and slowly closed his eyes on his sickbed, and a generation of poets fell. More than one hundred days after Li Bai's death, Tang Daizong received a letter from Li Yu, asking him to be an official in the palace. It is a pity that this great genius.
There is still a bright light around, but my eyes are full of tears. I sighed: "life can be so prosperous, but it is always so gloomy." Even if the glory, it is not just ... "
No, not at all. Glory is always glory, and it is the gentleman spirit of Lotus. Even if it falls, how can it be reborn in people's hearts?
Time flies, time flies. Tracing back to the long river of history, singing softly through the Millennium. It was in the book, in the biography of Li Bai, and I was against Taibai to sing poetry together. I am incompetent, laugh. Life is too short to laugh and laugh.
Look down on the ups and downs of life, and see through the worldly world of mortals, just like the splendor of Datang, be detached and refined, and be a dazzling violet.
I have excellent composition 3 under the guidance of Li Bai.
If time can go back, I hope to return to the prosperous Tang Dynasty, become Li Bai's best friend and experience all his feelings and stories.
When I was a child, I wanted to play truant with him. We fly kites, play cricket, touch fish and shrimp together, and maybe write some immature poems. Until I met the old woman who believed that "as long as the kung fu is deep, the iron pestle is ground into a needle", we encouraged each other and studied hard together, looking forward to the day when "Dapeng rises with the wind and soars in Wan Li".
When we were teenagers, we had great ambitions. "If you dare not speak loudly, you are afraid of disturbing people", which is our imagination; "We all hold high our thoughts to the distance, and I want to go to the blue sky to embrace the bright moon", which is the wild after we get drunk; "Flying down three thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days", which is an exaggeration when we play; "Kill one person in a thousand miles, ten steps without leaving" is our fearless frivolous ... In the long river of history, we have been buried in bursts of hearty laughter since then.
I will laugh with him in the future and face life with a different attitude. Whether he pretends to say, "Go out laughing, are we Artemisia?" or "Alas, how can I bow and scrape to those high-ranking officials who will never be exposed to an honest face?", I will always be by his side and share joys and sorrows with him.
I would never let him suffer so much loneliness alone. When he thinks, "But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with a sword, it is even more worrying to raise a glass to dispel our worries", he will help him solve problems; When he "until, raise my cup, I ask the bright moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us", I will raise my glass with him until I get drunk. When he bid farewell to his good friend Meng Haoran, I will tell him that parting is the end and the beginning; In times of suffering, he hoped that he would not be independent in the wind for too long, "just watching the Yangtze River flowing in the sky" ... Since then, in the yellowed photo album, he has lost a lonely figure and gained a pair of friends who are talking and laughing.
He also taught me that honesty is like a bright moon, and only with the brilliance from high places can we highlight our attitude towards life. Honesty is more like high mountains and flowing water. In a floating society, it can wash away lead and show sincerity.
Whenever I read Li Bai's poems, I can always see him standing in front of me facing the light, with his unruly skirt fluttering in the wind behind him, as if his bold laughter echoed in my ears. I seem to share all his feelings and all his stories. Li Bai is my friend!
I have excellent composition 4 under the guidance of Li Bai.
Who's Li Taibai? Li Taibai is Li Bai! His poems have been handed down through the ages and are worth pondering. He is the embodiment of wisdom, the soul of Datang, and my idol!
It is said that Li Bai did not study hard when he was a child and often played truant. On one occasion, he slipped out of school happily. He crossed a stream and saw an old woman grinding something with a thick and long iron pestle. Li Bai leaned over curiously and asked, "Grandma, what are you doing?" "I am grinding the needle!" Grandma replied. Xiao Li Bai smiled and said, "How can an iron bar be ground into a needle?" Grandma said, "As long as you work hard, iron bars will be ground into needles. Just like you children study, how can you learn real knowledge without kung fu? " Li Bai suddenly became popular. From then on, Li Bai studied hard and often insisted on writing, eventually becoming a generation of poetic immortals.
I like Li Bai's poems very much, especially the well-known Silent Night Thinking. This poem is catchy to read and contains a strong emotional color, which shows his yearning for his relatives and hometown. Missing is a feeling that each of us has, a bond of blood and a bridge of affection.
I also like his book Uncle Yun from Xuanzhou Inclined Building. This is a farewell poem that describes Li Bai's sadness. "But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with a sword, it is even more worrying to raise a glass to dispel our worries." Li Bai's imagination is really rich. He compared his sadness to a river, which made me feel the vastness of Li Bai's sadness at once. If a person has so much sadness, how miserable it should be! Reading and reading, I seem to drink from a glass for nothing. There is an anxious face under his pale hair, and his blue robe with white highlights his sadness. I seem to hear him shouting, "heaven!" " Earth! Can't you see my sincere heart? I have read so many books, and I am brilliant. I could have contributed to my country, but no one in the imperial court appreciated me and valued me. What's the use of reading so many books? What did I do wrong? "Say that finish, Li Bai raised his glass, drank a mouthful of cold wine, raised his brush and wrote a hot poem.
This is Li Bai in my heart. Li Bai, you are the embodiment of wisdom, you are the pride of China, your poems have inspired the people of China for thousands of years, and you will always be my idol!
Under the guidance of Li Bai, my composition is very good.
He is not a wandering Du Fu, he is not a brilliant Wang Bo; He is not Wang Wei who is full of ideas; However, he is the person I admire most in my heart. He is Li Bai, the Poet Fairy.
As a teenager, he was brilliant and studious. At the age of five, he praised Liu Jia. At the age of ten, he visited one hundred schools. In his youth, he used his sword to serve the country, resigned from his relatives and traveled far, and Lux took off his boots and the imperial concubine learned ink; In middle age, he paid back the money, made friends in various places, became an official and experienced ups and downs; In his later years, he exiled Yelang in the Anshi Rebellion and led a miserable life.
Li Bai's poems opened my eyes. His Sleeping in the Mountain Temple reflects his yearning and love for tall buildings. His "Looking at Tianmen Mountain" shows his love for nature. His "Into the Wine" expresses that he laments that life is easy to get old, but at the same time he laments that he has no talent.
This poem is extraordinary in momentum, and it is very enjoyable to read. At the beginning of the poem, there is a picture scroll rushing down from the mighty Yellow River, which suddenly broadens people's horizons, as if they were on the bank of the surging Yellow River. No wonder Du Fu said that he "put pen to paper and cried". Li Bai comforted himself by drinking wine and sang: "Oh, let a man with spirit take risks in his favorite place" and "Since God has given talents, let it be employed!" Loudly. But for Li Bai, this is not enough. He must drink to his heart's content with his friends in order to achieve ecstasy. This is the difference between Li Bai, a poet.
This is the person I admire most-Li Bai.
Under the guidance of Li Bai, I wrote excellent prose:
1. Li Bai's composition of about 700 words
2. About Li Bai's model essay in my heart
3.2 excellent compositions praising Li Bai.
My idol composition is 800 words: Li Bai, my idol.
5. Excellent composition about Li Bai: Be Li Bai through time and space.
6. About Li Bai's composition material
7. About Li Bai's excellent composition: Xian Xian.
8. Praise Li Bai's three compositions
9. A good article about Li Bai
10. Writing on the topic of Li Bai