Chunxiao
Author Tang Menghao
I awake light-hearted this morning of spring, everywhere round me the singing of birds.
but now I remember the night, the storm, and I wonder how many blossoms were broken.
[translation]
The spring is full of sleep, and it dawns before you know it;
I woke up suddenly, and birds were singing everywhere.
I was fascinated by Hu Hu at night, and there seemed to be a rustling sound;
oh, how many flowers have fallen?
[Appreciation]
Poetry, from the sounds of singing of spring birds, the beating of spring breeze and spring rain, and the fading of spring flowers, allows readers to transform into vision through hearing, and then use imaginative thinking methods to unfold the spring scenery in front of their eyes after a night of wind and rain. The conception is very unique. The language of poetry is natural and simple, easy to understand, but intriguing: it is another spring morning unconsciously. Unconsciously, flowers bloom and fall again. Thinking about this annual spring scenery, the feelings of life will come back to us, either lightly or strongly.
Chunxiao shows us a picture of spring scenery in the early morning after the rain. It seems dull, but it has endless charm. Instead of writing flowers and intoxicating fragrance, we just feel that casual moment with a few strokes. Love spring with cherish spring, which is concise and sincere. From the "but now I remember the night, the storm", we can heartily imagine the brilliant spring scenery with flowers blooming. 2. Change Chunxiao into a composition
"Chunxiao" to rewrite the spring I long for. It is beautiful, pink and green, and spring is everywhere.
After playing for a whole day, I was very tired. I fell into bed and fell asleep quickly. In my dream, I had many dreams. During the day, my mother and I flew kites in the green fields. There were extremely vigilant puppies, simple and lovely pandas, and stupid benzene bears. The most striking thing was the eagle flying with huge wings. Unconsciously, it was already dawn. I rubbed my eyes and listened carefully. There were waves of beautiful birds singing, thrushes singing and orioles laughing outside the window. At this time, the little sparrows also joined in the fun and chattered.
Hard-working people get up early, and some of them have already gone to work in the fields. I saw a farmer's uncle plowing the fields with cows and an aunt sowing seeds in a hurry. As the sun sets, when the night is about to fall, people who have been busy for a day rush home. A shepherd boy rides on the back of an ox and plays a piccolo that is out of tune. The flute sounds far and far, and at this time, plumes of kitchen smoke have floated out of the village.
In the dead of night, when everything is silent, there are bursts of spring breeze blowing outside. Spring rain quietly comes to the world with the spring breeze, ticking and nourishing the earth. Colorful flowers are blooming in the fields and in front of and behind the house, all of which are scattered by the spring rain. The petals are still shining with crystal drops, and I don't know how many flowers are falling like this, but I still hope that many mature flowers will bear fruit in autumn. So, I chanted with sighs: "I awake light-hearted this morning of spring, everywhere round me the singing of birds, but now I remember the night, the storm, and I wonder how many blossoms were broken." 3. Write a 4-word composition with "Chunxiao"
Chunxiao rewrote the spring night short, and before you know it, it was dawn.
after waking up, go for a walk in the garden, by the tree and by the pool. There was a bird song from "tweet, tweet".
It seems that they are competing with someone whose voice is louder and whose voice is better. They sing one after another, each tone is different, and they are combined into variations: from low to high for a while, and from high to low for a while. Looking at the other side, all the birds lined up neatly and started a chorus, with grand and loud voices and wonderful music floating in the garden; Swirl in the bushes; Flowing in the stream ... Night has come.
Grandpa Lei shouted, "Boom, Boom" and greeted Miss Chun with drums. Rain girl followed up, "Hua Hua, Hua Hua" slapping Mother Earth; Grass sister is holding her head high, and "Goo goo goo" is having a good time! A gust of wind blew, and colorful little flowers fell to the ground with the rain. At first glance, I don't know how many flowers fell, and the green grass was covered with a thin flower quilt. 4. imagine the morning composition with the dawn of spring
On a spring morning, it was dawn unconsciously.
I got up and walked in the yard. Spring has arrived, and everything has revived.
The flowers in the yard are in full bloom, and the pink peach blossoms are full of branches. From a distance, they look like pieces of red clouds, which are beautiful! A bird landed on a branch and chirped as if to tell everyone: "Spring is coming, spring is coming!" " In the yard, birds can be heard everywhere, which indicates that spring is coming. In the evening, the thunder rumbled, Lei Gong just knocked on the drum and played music for the girl in spring. The girl in spring rain danced with the wind, and a drop of water fell on the eaves. The sound of "tick-tock" was wonderful.
the sound of wind and rain keeps ringing at night. I thought to myself: I wonder how many flowers will be blown off in the yard? The next day, I came to the yard and saw those bright flowers, all of which were knocked to the ground by relentless wind and rain. Pieces of petals were scattered. I looked at these petals like a petal rain, and I couldn't help but feel a little sad ... Spring is blooming, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and spring is beautiful. 5. imagine the morning composition with the dawn of spring
On a spring morning, it was dawn unconsciously. I got up and walked in the yard. Spring has arrived, and everything has revived. The flowers in the yard are in full bloom, and the pink peach blossoms are full of branches. From a distance, they look like red clouds, which is very beautiful! A bird landed on a branch and chirped as if to tell everyone: "Spring is coming, spring is coming!" " In the yard, birds can be heard everywhere, which indicates that spring is coming.
At night, the thunder rumbled, and Lei Gong just knocked on the drum to play music for Miss Chun. Miss Chun Yu danced with the wind, and a drop of water fell on the eaves. The sound of "tick-tock" was very nice. The sound of wind and rain kept ringing at night. I thought to myself: I wonder how many flowers will be blown off in the yard?
The next day, I came to the yard and saw those bright flowers, all of which were knocked to the ground by relentless wind and rain. Pieces of petals were scattered. I looked at these petals like a petal rain, and I couldn't help but feel a little sad ...
Spring is blooming, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and spring is beautiful. 6. Prose about Chunxiao
Zhu Ziqing's Spring is looking forward to it, looking forward to it, the east wind is coming, and the pace of spring is approaching.
Everything looks like I just woke up, and I opened my eyes with joy. The mountains are moist, the water is growing, and the sun is blushing.
The grass crept out of the soil, tender and green. In the garden, in the field, look, there are a lot of them.
Sit, lie down, roll twice, kick a few balls, race a few times, and catch a few times of hide-and-seek. The wind is light and quiet, and the grass is soft.
Peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees, you won't let me, and I won't let you. They are all in full bloom. Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay and white is like snow.
The flowers are sweet. When you close your eyes, the trees seem to be full of peaches, Xinger and pears! Hundreds of bees are buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of different sizes are flying around. Wild flowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named, unnamed, scattered in the grass, like eyes, like stars, still blinking.
"It's not cold to blow your face", which is good, like a mother's hand stroking you. The wind brings the smell of newly turned earth, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly moist air.
The bird's nest is nestled among the flowers and leaves, and it is happy. calling friends shows off her crisp throat and sings a whirling tune, which is in harmony with the light wind and flowing water. The piccolo of the shepherd boy on the cow's back is ringing loudly all day at this time.
rain is the most common, and it lasts for three or two days. Don't be annoyed, look, it's like cow hair, like a flower needle, like a filament, woven in a dense diagonal, and there is a thin layer of smoke on the roof.
The leaves are bright green, and the grass is green enough to make your eyes. In the evening, the lights were turned on, and a little yellow light set off a quiet and peaceful night.
people who walk slowly with umbrellas in the countryside, on small roads and by stone bridges; There are also farmers who work in the fields, wearing withers and hats. Their thatched cottage, sparse and silent in the rain.
There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. In the city and countryside, every household, old and young, came out one by one as if they were in a hurry.
Relax your muscles and bones, get your spirits up, and do your own thing. "A year's plan lies in spring"; Just started, have a plenty of time, have a plenty of hope.
Spring is like a newly born doll. It is new from head to toe, and it grows. Spring is like a little girl, beautifully dressed, smiling and walking.
Spring is like a strong young man with iron arms, waist and feet. He leads us forward. Han Yu's Early Spring Appears Outside the Eighteen Members of the Ministry of Water Resources, the rain on the sky is crisp, and the grass color is close at a distance, but there is nothing. The most important benefit is the spring, which is better than the three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo in Su Shi's Hui Chong, and the duck prophet in the spring water heating.
I awake light-hearted this morning of spring, everywhere round me the singing of birds. (Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn") but how much love has the inch-long grass, reported three Chunhui.
(Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer) when those red berries come in springtime, flushing on your southland branches? (Wang Wei's "Acacia") Good rain knows the season, and when spring happens. (Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night) wildfire never quite consumes them, they are tall once more in the spring wind.
(Bai Juyi's Farewell to the Prairie Grass) If you plant a millet in spring, you will reap ten thousand seeds in autumn. (Li Shen's "Compassion for Farmers") though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure, and spring comes green again to trees and grasses.
(Du Fu's "Looking at Spring") Falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud will protect flowers more. (Gong Zizhen's "Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems") I don't know who cut the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
(He Zhizhang's "Chanting Willow") Spring scenery can't be caged in the garden, and an apricot comes out of the wall. (Ye Shaoweng's "It's not worth going to the park"). 7. Write a story with the poem "Chunxiao", which is about 25 words.
Chunxiao
[Tang Meng Haoran]
I don't feel awake in spring, and I hear birds singing in the place.
the sound of wind and rain at night,
how little is known about the flowers.
Story: Spring is beautiful, with intoxicating fragrance of flowers and charming scenery. But it is the noisy sound of spring that moves the poet more. When the poet wakes up in the spring sleep, the first thing he hears is the crow of birds. This fresh and melodious sound of birds, which can be heard everywhere, is the joy that spring brings to the poet. At the same time, it is a scene last night that fascinates the author. Sprinkling spring rain will give people a lot of imagination like smoke, and the early morning of spring after the rain with red patches and thick green meaning should be so fresh, beautiful and lively. In this way, the poet described a natural and beautiful world for us in the most simple language, like a clear spring flowing into our hearts, refreshing and intoxicating. 8. Write a composition in which the poem "Spring Dawn" is used.
I don't know if I sleep in spring,
everywhere round me the singing of birds.
but now I remember the night, the storm,
and I wonder how many blossoms were broken?
I believe everyone is familiar with this song "Spring Dawn"? According to my own imagination, I unfolded the poem and painted a picture.
I slept soundly in the spring night, but I was awakened by the birds outside. Listening quietly, the birds kept chirping, chirping, chirping and chirping, and various tones came from all directions. How beautiful, wonderful, crisp and beautiful. Recalling last night, I heard the roar of wind and rain in a daze. After some tossing, I don't know how many blooming flowers were blown off! 9. Rewrite Chunxiao's Prose
With your back to a lake of spring water, enjoying the bridge embankment, leaning against the lovers on both sides, mumbling the language of two people, revealing the secret of love, it is a beautiful scenery in Su Causeway.
Although both of them grew up in the southern country, they watched the swallows return to spring in winter every year, but the children by the sea naturally showed an incomparable heroic feeling. And Jiangnan girl's soft-spoken ladylike demeanor has attracted many admiring eyes.
along the way, it was easy to see ladies with small parasols, which made me feel as if I had returned to what I saw and heard when I went down to the south of the Yangtze River. The sun is setting, and I am happily intoxicated by the afterglow of the sunset after the green hills, and I am engaged in beauty with my favorite golden yellow.
Maybe my choice is wrong. This trip is just to see the beauty of Su Causeway's spring dawn. Why should the sunset glow cover the sky and then walk leisurely above the lake? Looking up, the night is also close to hazy, vaguely feeling regret, but the alley in the evening covers up the loneliness of the night, which is particularly lively.
With a burst of applause, I walked through a street covered with grass, which was astringent and sweet. Music continues to ring, echoing in the interlaced alleys, which seems to be out of tune with this ancient Jiangnan scenery.
Not far away, a few young boys were playing guitars handsomely in the crowd, while on the other side, there were three or two elderly people, looking for charm in people's applause. After some brewing, they took up their old erhu leisurely. One is static and one is moving, the other is fast and one is slow. The violence is mixed with softness, and the serenity is mixed with movement.
undoubtedly added a lot of color to the empty alley. After the boy finished playing, he bowed politely to people, then helped the old man up, as if to leave.
But he stayed where he was for a long time, looking at the last rosy clouds on the edge of the sky. His eyes were bright like stars in the night, where he was full of wishes and tried to catch the last light of the day. Contrary to teenagers, although the old man has no expression, the vicissitudes of his face almost cover up all his feelings, and he can't read a word of information from his eyes, because those eyes were once as brilliant as teenagers, but now they are eclipsed or even dried up.
But from his bent back and faltering steps, an old man who had gone through the process for decades chose to live quietly in an alley and weave his happiness in his later years. Just in the evening, covered with thin dusk, faint, a little cold.
It's almost several years since I walked on the wet slate, and no one has changed this ancient charm. The air is mixed with elegance, serenity and heartfelt peace.
I have long been tired of the unbearable smoke in the city, which coincides with the beautiful spring scenery in this rainy season. The breeze gently swept across my eyes, circling and tearing my breath away, and gradually became a smart and humid atmosphere.
I was thinking.