A gust of autumn wind blew, making Zhang Ji tremble with cold. He went back to the house and took out the cotton-padded jacket that his mother sewed for him before he left. I can't help thinking of my old mother and my long-lost hometown. Deep homesickness deeply troubled him.
I want to write a letter to my family when I pick up a pen, but I can't write it in a thousand words. There's so much to say and know. Zhang Ji finally began to write, enthusiastically telling his feelings of parting with his family. After the letter was written, Zhang Ji's mood was still unsettled for a long time. In his dream, he returned to his hometown day and night and met his elderly mother.
The next day, at sunrise in the east, Zhang Ji couldn't wait to come to the messenger's office and handed the letter to the messenger. And repeatedly told him that he must send the letter home intact. Just as the messenger was about to leave, Zhang Ji, who was uneasy, hurriedly took the letter back from the messenger. Open it carefully and read it carefully over and over again, for fear that I have something unclear. This just carefully handed the letter to the messenger.
The messenger rode across the horse and galloped away. Zhang Ji watched him until he disappeared into the sky.
The vine is dead and the tree is old. At dusk, crows crow in the empty sky. It's noisy, but it makes me jealous. Crows have homes, too, but what about me? The river flows quietly and crosses the long bridge. In the hut, the whole family sits around and enjoys family happiness. I was walking on the old road with a thin horse, and the west wind blew against my face, making people feel chilly. The sun was setting and the day passed. The joy of my life is over, waiting for me, but I miss my punishment and I am deeply saddened. From then on, I was desperate.
This poem changed my composition. The vivid language of 500 words can vividly express beautiful scenery, beautiful things and touching things. After studying so many articles and ancient poems in eight years, there will be many words worthy of long-term analysis and treasure forever.
The language of ancient poetry represents the essence of China's 5,000-year-old language, and every sentence touches people's hearts.
Spring has arrived, and people's favorite spring is always so vibrant, positive and full of hope. Walking in spring is a beautiful thing. Some friends, big and small, are walking in Chun Er, humming a tune, swimming in the river, taking a nap under the tree, closing their eyes and listening to the beauty of spring. In late spring, spring is going away, but not too early. The beauty of "spring evening flowers and clothes shoes" is still worth our perception.
In summer, there are beautiful lotus flowers and lotus leaves here. Many people go back to Hangzhou West Lake to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the West Lake and the lotus leaves full of ponds there. People near the railing of the pavilion are quietly enjoying the beautiful scenery, as if it is no longer hot in this hot summer, and they are all immersed in the beautiful scenery and intoxicated.
Mid-Autumn Festival, an important festival in China, has a Mid-Autumn Festival party every year, and there are Mid-Autumn Festival words every time. Su Shi's "Mink Head" has occupied all the beautiful words, and this "Mink Head" has occupied people's hearts.
On Mid-Autumn Festival, Su Shi was alone, and his brother was far away from home because of his demotion and his wife's death. I can't reunite with my relatives. I enjoy the moon together. I can only drink alone with the moon and raise my glass from time to time. Asking for the moon: I don't know what year the palace is. "I want to go home by wind, but I'm afraid I'm poor. It's too cold at the top of the mountain. Dance to understand the shadow and what it looks like on the earth. "Although you can't reunite with your loved ones, you can enjoy the moon with them. But there are palaces on the moon. Although it is sad, how can heaven be as beautiful as the earth? The world is still beautiful!
Why is the moon always so round when people are away? "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain or shine. This matter is ancient and difficult. " Although the Mid-Autumn Festival night is very sad, I still comfort myself and let us know that there is nothing so perfect in the world, and perfect things will not last long. I just hope that "I hope people will live for a long time."
The charm of ancient poetry is irresistible. Learn it, use it, analyze it and cherish it forever.
Hope to adopt!
3. I want a composition with ancient poems, and I hope that 400 words can be adopted ~ ~ ~ to rewrite Dream. One summer morning, Li Qingzhao sat alone in an antique pavilion, looking at the beautiful scenery in the lake, and I couldn't help thinking of her drinking and enjoying flowers with friends a few days ago.
It was a summer afternoon. Li Qingzhao and her friends rowed, swam around the lake and enjoyed the scenery. In the middle of the lake, green eyes are everywhere, and lotus leaves are squeezed on the water like handfuls of umbrellas.
Blossoming delicate lotus flowers appear in various forms from the middle of the lotus leaf, like flawless jade. There is only a white bud in the green, shy and in bud; Some are only half open, some petals are scattered, and some are surrounded by stamens, just like a beauty in a gown, a person who "hides half a face behind the guitar from us"; Dancing like a girl in white; Those petals have fallen off, revealing green lotus flowers. The small holes in the lotus seeds seem to be small mouths, opening their throats and shouting, "I am mature, come and pick them!" " Lotus gives off a fresh and elegant fragrance, attracting butterflies to play.
In the clear lake, small fish are jumping happily, and ripples appear on the lake. Li Qingzhao and her friends rowed the boat and drove in the lotus leaves, smelling the fragrance, and couldn't help singing: "The lotus pond is quiet …" Li Qingzhao and her friends enjoyed the beautiful scenery, sang songs and drank wine, and were intoxicated by the lotus pictures in summer.
Time flies, the setting sun gradually converges its light and becomes gentle, like a soft red lantern hanging on the horizon. Li Qingzhao and her friends found that it was already dark. Li Qingzhao quickly said, "It's getting dark. You'll be anxious if you don't go back to your parents."
"That's right." Friends echoed in succession.
Li Qingzhao picked up the paddle and rowed desperately. Her friend also shouted, "Row! Row quickly! " However, because it was dark, Li Qingzhao was drunk again and mistakenly rowed the boat into the depths of the lotus. Everyone rowed and rowed in a hurry, almost overturning the boat and splashing a lot of water. Waterbirds parked nearby were startled by the splashing water, spread their white wings and flew.
Some of them flapped their wings and flew into the sky, some flew for a while and stopped on the beach on the shore, some hovered in the air and sang songs, as if blaming them for disturbing their dreams. Thinking of this, Li Qingzhao was so angry that she couldn't help chanting: If you dream, you always remember the sunset in Xiting, and you don't know where to go.
Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng. How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu.
Rewrite the Yellow Crane Tower to bid farewell to Meng Haoran's beautiful spring scenery in March, and Li Bai's good friend Meng Haoran will take a boat to Yangzhou. Li Bai came to the Yangtze River to see Meng Haoran off.
Li Bai said, "Brother Meng, a thousand words can't replace my feeling of saying goodbye to you. We are going to part here, I hope you will go all the way. "
Meng Haoran said, "There is no such thing as a banquet that must come to an end, but reunion is fate. Then we will get together and have a good drink. Take care! " After that, Meng Haoran put his luggage on his back, set foot on the boat and waved goodbye to Li Bai. Li Bai watched the boat leave until it disappeared into the horizon, but he still refused to leave for a long time.
He looked around at the green willows and flowers in bud, and could not help but be poetic. He wrote the poem "Yellow Crane Tower Farewell Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou": 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.
The month of rewriting "Qiu Si" is like a jade plate embedded in the sky shrouded by a curtain, which is extremely bright against the starlight. I can't help looking up in the autumn night.
The cool breeze blows gently, the maple leaves keep swaying and the fallen leaves dance with the wind. I breathed a sigh of relief and saw some white smoke-it was cold. Did my family wear more coats and quilts? My thoughts echoed in my heart. In the dark night, I seem to see the kind and expecting faces of my family and the waiting eyes at home.
Write a letter to your family and ask if they are safe. Maybe it's because of the cold weather, and my thoughts can't help rising.
Prepare paper, ink, pen and inkstone. There are countless ideas in my heart, but I don't know where to start. Seeing the autumn leaves swaying outside the window, I seem to be telling my thoughts about my hometown.
The bright moon reflected the way home, and the maple leaves fluttered in the wind. For a moment, all my thoughts turned into ink and spilled on the paper. I wrote carefully, domesticated my long-cherished thoughts into vast handwriting and flowed out carefully.
A little sweet, a little bitter, a little yearning, a little worried ... come to mind together, which is hard to argue. Time slipped away when I told my thoughts. I can't wait to rush to the post office regardless of the weather and post this letter with my thoughts.
When the courier was about to hit the road, paragraphs after paragraphs popped up in my mind, and pictures after pictures got into my mind. I immediately took the letter back, opened the envelope, listened to the "rustling" sound of the wind blowing through the stationery, and took my thoughts to the distance.
I'm afraid I haven't written all my thoughts, turned my troubles into questions and greetings and put my thoughts on ink. I polished the ink again and poured out my thoughts to the pale colorless paper again ... autumn wind is rustling, the moon is shining in the sky, the night is dark and colorless, and yellow leaves are dancing ... The cool wind is blowing on my face, and I really want to turn my thoughts into autumn wind, so that the autumn wind can take them away and blow my hometown ... Rewrite Dream. I lean against the window alone and often think of that day: I am sitting in the pavilion by the stream.
I raised my glass and tasted the wine. Cup after cup, before I knew it, it was getting late and I was so drunk that I forgot the way home.
My interest has been greatly satisfied. I rowed and groped my way home. But accidentally, I strayed into the depths of the lotus pond.
I looked around, green lotus leaves and pink lotus flowers were intertwined, and several little frogs jumped on the lotus leaves and sang cheerful songs. Lotus gives off a faint fragrance.
You see, the lotus here is too ashamed to open its petals; Look, several lotus flowers there have blossomed into the most beautiful smiles, like a slim girl standing in the middle of the pond.
4. Adapting ancient parting poems into 500-word compositions. Supplement: Take a look at this for me. It may help you. The days in Huang Yun are very long, and the north wind is blowing heavy snow.
A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks? This is a farewell poem to the famous pianist Dong.
During the prosperous Tang Dynasty, Hu music was popular, and few people could enjoy such ancient music as the lyre. Cui Jue has a poem: "Seven strings are cold and five tones, and this skill of knowing friends has been difficult since ancient times.
Only Fang Zilu (prime minister of the Tang Dynasty) in Henan Province has always pitied Dong. "At this point, the high stone is also very depressed. In wandering around, he is often in a poor situation (he wrote in "Biedongda" II: "A husband cannot be poor, and he has no money to meet today.
")。 However, in this farewell poem, his cheerful attitude and heroic style make his farewell speech passionate and inspiring.
The first two sentences, "Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, the white sky is shining, and the north wind is blowing goose feathers and snow one after another", describe the scene at that time in simple terms: the north wind roared, the yellow sand and Li Qian covered the sky, the clouds everywhere seemed to turn yellow, and the bright sunshine was indifferent at the moment, just like the afterglow of the sunset. It was snowing heavily, and the geese flew south neatly.
In this bleak and magnificent environment, the poet bid farewell to the musician who was stunted but unappreciated. The last two sentences, "Mochow has a vast road ahead, and everyone in the world doesn't know you", are comforting friends: you won't worry about meeting your bosom friends when you visit here. Everyone in the world doesn't know you, Dong! How loud and powerful the words are, full of confidence and strength in comfort, inspiring friends to struggle and struggle.
Huang Yun in the sunset, the vast wilderness, only the northern winter has this kind of scene. This kind of situation, if carved a little, will inevitably hurt the spirit.
Height suits this. It's dusk and it's snowing heavily. In the north wind blowing wildly, only geese and Leng Yun appeared in the distance, which made it hard to stop the feeling of cold and wandering.
Being reduced to this level by talent makes people cry, and that's the only way. Friends can't be content with the status quo. The first two sentences, by telling the scenery, can see the inner stagnation. Although it has nothing to do with people, it has made people feel like they are in the snow, as if there are strong men whistling on the top of the mountain.
If you don't do your best here, you can't see the wonderful turning point below, and you can't see the smoothness, good intentions, deep friendship and other meaning's sadness in the following words. The last two sentences are full of confidence and strength in comfort.
Because he is a bosom friend, he speaks simply and generously. Because of its decline, it takes hope as comfort.
5. Adapting children's poems into a 500-word composition Once, when Yang Wanli, a poet of the Song Dynasty, passed by Anren County by boat, he saw the green grass on both sides of the strait like a bright green carpet, with flowers everywhere, singing and dancing, and everything was so vibrant and prosperous. Deeply attracted by the beautiful scenery, he couldn't help getting out of the cabin and standing at the bow looking up. At this time, the spring breeze brushed my face, and the flowers smelled fragrant. I was refreshed and relaxed. So, he opened his arms, breathed the fresh air deeply and enjoyed the beautiful scenery given to nature by this spring.
Suddenly, a crisp song came to my ears, and when I looked intently, there was a small fishing boat on the river not far away, with two lively and lovely boys sitting on the bow. They rowed and punted while singing loudly. After a while, the two children suddenly stopped singing, then put away the bamboo poles and paddles of the punting, ran into the cabin, took out an umbrella and stood at the bow, spreading it out. "Ah, it doesn't rain or sunny at this time. What are they doing with umbrellas? " Yang Wanli felt very strange and puzzled. Curiosity prompted him to tilt the boat forward and asked, "Now it's sunny, why do you want to take an umbrella?" The two children opened their eyes wide, cocked their heads and said innocently, "We have no sails on this ship. Let's spread an umbrella as a sail. In this way, the ship can move forward quickly and save energy! " Yang Wanli suddenly realized this. He nodded, gave a thumbs-up and praised, "You two are so smart to come up with such a good idea. Not simple, not simple! " (Ding Bo Literature)
Later, Yang Wanli walked into the cabin and scribbled: "A fishing boat with two children parked on it. It's strange to play an umbrella when it doesn't rain, not to cover your head but to make wind. " A well-known poem was born in this way and has been passed down to this day.
6. Change the ancient poem into a composition 1 to understand the general idea of the poem clearly.
The meaning of this poem: Li Bai got on the boat and was about to set off when a farewell song came from the shore. Although the Peach Blossom Lake is as deep as thousands of feet, it is not as good as Wang Lun's Farewell to Me.
2. Understand the background: Wang Lun is also known as LAM Raymond. Tang Kaiyuan was appointed magistrate of Jingxian County.
After leaving office, I lived in Taohuatan, Jingxian County. From the first year of Tianbao (742) to the first year of Baoying (762), Li Bai traveled to Dangtu, Xuancheng, Jingxian, Qiupu, Nanling and other places in Anhui many times, and visited Taohuatan in Jingxian.
He entertained his guests with wine. When leaving, Li Bai wrote a poem "To Wang Lun", saying that "Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, not as good as Wang Lun".
In 755 AD (Tianbao 14th year of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty), Li Bai visited Taohuatan from Qiupu (now Guichi, Anhui Province) to Jingxian County (now Anhui Province), where Wang Lun often brewed his own wine to entertain him. When he left, Wang Lun came to see me off again, and Li Bai wrote this poem to leave.
3. Determine whether the screenwriter should use the poet's brush strokes, Wang Lun's perspective, or the perspective of a third-party bystander. Of course, it is best to use the poet's point of view.
4. imagine. The scenery that may be involved in poetry, what kind of scenery, and what season scenery.
Emotion and dialogue of characters (including Li Bai and Wang Lun). Attention should be paid to the blending of scenes, feelings in scenes and lyricism in scenes.
For example, it is another sunny day, but there is a breeze. Peach blossoms are flying all over the sky, dancing one by one, dancing to the fullest, making this March prosperous and beautiful. I am walking alone, and the journey of life is always like this. No matter how we get together, we will get drunk in the end.
Today is the day of parting.
7. A narrative adapted from an ancient poem (about 500 words). An ancient poem: going to the park is not worth it.
Ye Shaoweng
Pity should be given to the moss on the fangs,
Small mouth firewood flies for a long time.
You can't close the garden in spring,
An almond came out of the wall.
Spring is back, and everything is revived. Ye Shaoweng suddenly thought of the flowers and plants planted at his friend's house. They must be blooming now. Ye Shaoweng couldn't control his thoughts and went to a friend's house to enjoy flowers. He walked to his friend's house.
Ye Shaoweng came to a friend's door and gently knocked on the door. After knocking for a long time, no one answered the door.
Ye Shaoweng saw rows of dazzling green moss opposite Chai Men, thinking that it might be that the owner of this garden took special care of his moss, fearing that other people's clogs would leave marks, so he didn't open the door for a long time.
Ye Shaoweng is very depressed now. Just as he turned to leave, he saw an apricot flower, which was so bright and beautiful.
Ye Shaoweng now seems to feel the fragrance seeping into his heart. He seemed to see the scene of spring in the garden, and saw the flowers hanging on the branches and competing with each other. Small fish swim around in the pool and play games with flowers.
Ye Shaoweng's depressed mood has become happy now. Suddenly, he became poetic, and he chanted, "You have to pity your fangs and seal up the moss, but Chai Fei won't leave for a long time. The spring garden can't be closed, and an apricot is out of the wall. " He hurried home and wrote this famous poem "It's not worth going to the park".
8. Rewrite any ancient poem into an essay "Children Fishing"
The sun is shining in March and a hundred flowers are blooming. The willows sprout, the grass sticks out its head and the flowers smile. A little boy with unkempt hair came to the river with a fish basket on his back. The boy has big eyes and a red face. He is very cute.
The little boy was sitting on the weeds by the pond, and the wild flowers beside him were lovely, yellow, red, blue, colorful and * * *. The lake is crystal clear, the rocks at the bottom of the lake are colorful, and fish and shrimp are clearly visible. The little boy threw the hook into the water and hooked it like an adult.
After coming here for a while, an old gentleman passed by. He is wearing a robe, a straw hat and carrying luggage. He looked around as if he had lost his way. Seeing the little boy fishing, he asked loudly, "Little brother, how to get to Wangcun?" The little boy turned around and waved to him. The old man stepped forward and leaned down. The little boy attached it to his ear and whispered, "Go over a mountain ahead and walk 200 meters west." The old man smiled at the little boy and watched him leave, preoccupied with fishing.
The little boy was still fishing seriously when suddenly the line began to move and slowly sank. There must be a fish hooked! The little boy load, up a jilt, "wow! What a big fish! " The little boy smiled with relief, so he caught one fish after another.
The sun went down and the fish basket was full of fish. The little boy picked up the fish basket and hummed a little song, and went home along the mountain road.
9. Ancient Poetry Adapted into Ancient Poetry 600 Words Yellow Crane Tower A long time ago, a yellow crane carried a saint to heaven in Cui Hao. Now there is nothing left but the Yellow Crane Tower.
The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years. Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass.
But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker. The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy. Once upon a time, the immortal had already flown away with the Yellow Crane, leaving only an empty Yellow Crane Tower here.
The fairy drives the the yellow crane never revisited earth. For thousands of years, only white clouds have been floating in the sky. Standing on the Yellow Crane Tower overlooking the Hanyang Plain under the clear sky, the trees are lush and crystal clear, and the vegetation on Nautilus Island is very lush.
In the evening, I am still looking at where my hometown is. The fog and rough waves on the river are really worrying, but they remind me of homesickness.