The spring rain falls from the sky with joy and harvest. The rain soaked the flowers and trees and gave them plenty of water. Flowers and trees are desperate to allow nectar and happily allow showers.
Listen, drip, drip … that's the sound of spring rain, drip, drip … that's the sound of spring, drip, drip … that's the call of spring …
Rain is transparent, it is so thin, so small, so light, as if it were tears from heaven, tears when excited. It accepted God's will and brought happiness and joy to mankind. ...
When I was a child, I often heard adults say, "Spring rain is as expensive as oil." Indeed, silent spring rain, so little rain, can bring the breath and hope of spring to the earth.
The spring rain washed away the dust. The place it passed was so fresh and the air was so fresh. "Good rain knows the season, when spring comes." This mild rain has brought many new hopes to mankind. The spring rain washed the earth clean.
The spring rain is still raining, and it is still raining. I like mild spring rain.
2. Make ancient poems into stories, and write 200 to 300 words in the sixth grade of primary school. "Meng Jiao looked at her mother's wrinkled face, wanted to stay with her, put on clothes for her son, and finally got admitted to a small official, leaving the homeland where she was born and raised, looking at the haggard figure, holding a thread in her right hand. In the dim light, it was wrapped in silver and thicker than the ground.
I will leave my dear mother tomorrow. This can't help but make Meng Jiao deeply moved and rest early, for fear that no one will sew clothes for him in other places. His thoughts are full and he will leave tomorrow with tears in his eyes.
It was late at night, and the mother threaded her son in the dim light. She stood up and went everywhere in Nong Yu, but she didn't want to disappoint her mother's hope: "Son, I rubbed my eyes from time to time and held my mother's calloused hand, but I couldn't repay it, but it was higher than the sky. I had my hair cut in winter, which contained my mother's concern and worry about my son, but the room was still warm. I was sewing clothes for my children who were about to leave home. I can only sew some coarse clothes and linen for my children, which is deeper than the sea. It's cold and the branches are covered with calluses. The biting cold wind invaded the house through the rag, and the mother squinted into her son's room! " Meng Jiao put down the book in her hand, and the cold wind blew. She said with great concern that the mother was meticulous in mending clothes for her son who was about to leave home? How can a son repay his mother's kindness and his mother's kindness? It's still cold outside the window, and children are worried for thousands of miles. How does the heart of this grass return the warmth of spring? It doesn't have the money to buy silks and satins for children, and it melts into the mother's love. In this thread, it was deeply moved and ecstatic, and snowflakes like goose feathers covered the earth. "When I went out, I saw an old man who was over 60 years old sitting in the gloomy light, his weather-beaten face showed a trace of haggard and anxiety, and he took a cup of hot tea. There is a sore quilt hanging in the shabby hut, and the family is poor, which makes my mother shudder. But among these coarse clothes and linen, she is famous all over the world. You must take care of yourself. God helps others.
3. The ancient poem "The Shepherd Boy" was rewritten into a 450-word composition. Vilen, lush with green grass, is full of vitality under the sunlight, like a huge emerald carpet stretching into the sky.
On the Yuan Ye, an old cow leisurely tasted the green grass, and the little shepherd boy ran and moved slowly and carefully between Yuan Ye under the temptation of butterfly dance.
In the evening, the sun, which has been active all day, gradually converges its light and becomes gentle, like a red lantern with a soft flame, hanging on the edge of Yuan Ye and the sky. Maybe it was suspended for too long, only to see it sink slowly and stop smoothly as soon as it touched the ground. It seems that with the support of vilen, it once again playfully jumped onto this huge green bed. The endless Yuan Ye was dyed dark green by the sunset. Looking at the sunset on the Yuan Ye, the little shepherd boy was too surprised to blink, for fear that the red lantern would be swept away by a giant hand in the blink of an eye. The little shepherd boy watched with wide eyes. Suddenly, the sunset shivered twice. Finally, like a naughty little rabbit, he quietly got into the grass with a light and agile tapping sound and said "goodbye" to the little shepherd boy.
That night, the wind blew gently again, and the clouds seemed to feel the end of the sunset glow. On the horizon, the slightly reddish clouds also dispersed. Reluctantly, he put on a black veil and walked away.
It's getting dark and the fields are much quieter.
Suddenly, with a light flute, the silent vilen suddenly came alive again. Then, the flute became louder and louder and closer. Following the sound, I saw an old cow walking slowly. It turned out to be a little shepherd boy. I saw him wearing a hat and hemp fiber, sitting on the back of a cow, playing the flute tirelessly, teasing the evening breeze, with a little coolness. The grass on the Yuan Ye seems to understand the flute and dance together in the hazy twilight. The flute went through the Woods, jumped over the Yuan Ye and drifted far away. ...
At the entrance of the village, the white-haired grandfather of the shepherd boy is waiting for his little grandson who lives alone to return from grazing. The appearance of an old man and a young man has added some warmth to the cool vilen and small villages.
The shepherd boy and grandpa are full, and it is completely dark, but there is still a faint light of the moon in the air. The shepherd boy, who had been herding cattle for a day, was already very tired at this time. Like a tired kitten, he snuggled up to the woodpile, took off his hat and hemp fiber, looked up at the moon with his beloved bamboo flute in his hand, missed his kind mother, and fell into a sweet dream country with wonderful reverie. ...
Shepherd boy (Lv Yan)
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The grass shop is six or seven miles away from the field, the flute is long and the night wind is three or four.
Come back from a full meal at dusk, and don't take off your hemp fiber.
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① Yokono: Guangyuanye.
2 get: tease.
Hemp fiber: a brown or straw-colored coat used to shelter from wind and rain.
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Green grass, vast Yuan Ye, endless. The flute sounded intermittently in the evening breeze, melodious, as if playing with the evening breeze. The shepherd boy returned from grazing and had a big meal at dusk. He didn't even take off his hemp fiber, so he lay happily on the grass on a moonlit night.
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The poem "1( 16) Pictures of Shepherd Boy's Works of Art" shows us a vivid picture of Shepherd Boy coming home at night. We saw the quiet and leisurely life of the shepherd boy. Through the poem, we also see the author's inner world's yearning for a life away from the hustle and bustle and enjoying a happy life: the vast Yuan Ye is covered with green grass; The evening breeze is blowing the weeds. I haven't seen the shepherd boy come back yet, but I first heard the melodious and approaching flute of the shepherd boy coming from the wind. The flute sounded intermittently and fluttered with the wind. The shepherd boy came back and had a good meal. It's already after dusk. He didn't even take off his hemp fiber, so he lay in the open field to rest on a moonlit night. It shows the carefree and innocent nature of children. There are scenes, feelings, characters and voices in the poem. This vivid scene appears in our field of vision from far and near.
The word "shop" shows the gentle comfort of the grass and grassland.
The word "Nong" expresses a kind of interest, conveying the melodious flute sound in the wind and the meaning of the shepherd boy playing the flute.
Six or seven miles and three or four sounds here do not refer to definite figures, but to highlight the silence of the vast countryside in Yuan Ye in the evening.
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Expressed the author's inner yearning for a safe and comfortable life.
4. Lesson 22 of the first volume of the sixth grade Chinese of Jiangsu Education Edition, choose an ancient poem and write a composition of more than 400 words. My grandmother has a puppy, which she brought back from her grandmother's house.
When we first came back, we kneaded the straw, put it in a cardboard box, and carefully carried the puppy in, even if it was its "home". I looked at the puppy carefully, oh! It's really beautiful: it's small, but it's all fleshy.
The light brown fur is mixed with some white stripes, and the color is very harmonious! Looking down its body, the triangular ears on the small head hang down, and a pair of black grape-like eyes are watery and intense, turning up and down; The little black nose is always wet; The little tail behind him is furry and comfortable to sweep on his hands! Because it is brown and white, my sister named it "Huahua". The portrait description of the puppy is wonderful! At first Huahua was afraid of us! It curled up in the corner of the box, scared, afraid to move, with its head down and its back to us, and its body seemed to be shaking.
It peeps at us from time to time with a pair of big black and bright eyes, revealing fear and anxiety, which makes me feel distressed. In order to make it no longer afraid, I stroked it back and forth with my hand.
Ah! It really works! After a while, Huahua may know that we have no malice, and our bodies stopped shaking and began to look around. Write the state of the puppy.
Gradually, Huahua got bolder and began to climb out of the box and stroll in the yard. Sister went to the kitchen to get meat for Huahua. Huahua can also be fun when eating! It leans up first and sniffs the meat with its very sensitive nose. Knowing that this is what it likes to eat, it quickly pats (drags) the meat to a place it thinks is safe and enjoys the delicious food with relish! Look! How energetic it is to eat! The head of the fleshy bone in my mouth has been chewed, and I'm afraid it will bite my teeth.
After eating a big bone that can't be bitten, it still works tirelessly in its post until it licks the meat clean. Its spirit is really admirable! After eating, he did not forget to rub his mouth on his fur a few times to show his "gentlemanly demeanor".
Flowers are greedy, but smart! Once, when I came back from playing outside, an unknown object suddenly flashed in front of me. I was shocked. It looks like a flower. It is prancing with its head held high, sometimes bobbing its head before and after running, sometimes wagging its tail, and sometimes coquetry on my leg. This welcoming ceremony is much more enthusiastic than before.
Give it some meat when you are happy. Who knows that his eyes lit up as soon as he saw the meat, so he grabbed the meat and ate it himself, ignoring me at all.
Oh, it turns out that it doesn't really welcome me, but "detour"! Oh! This clever little guy! Hua Hua Hua Hua, you make me like it so much that I don't know what to do.
5. Why can you always see his busy figure in the street? Why is the path he takes always clean? Who is he? He is the cutest person-sanitation worker.
In the morning, whenever I go to school, I always see a sanitation worker cleaning the street. This is a white-haired grandfather. As long as he sees children, he is as amiable as seeing grandchildren and talking to them.
Students, do you know when sanitation workers go to work and when they leave work? To tell the truth, they go to work around five in the morning and get off work at six in the evening. It is very hard. Sanitation workers work hard. Do we cherish the fruits of their labor? If we cherish it, why are white garbage, snack bags, peels, bottles and waste paper everywhere? Students, if you used to litter everywhere, but now you can correct your mistakes, please protect and care for the environment from today.
6. The ancient poem "Shepherd Baby" has been rewritten into a 500-word composition, and the vast Yuan Ye is endless. The vast Yuan Ye is covered with green grass. Occasionally, a small cluster of bright yellow flowers can be found in the grass waves. Dazzling yellow is like finding a trace of green in the desert, which makes the silent and connected green full of vitality. A breeze blew, and a faint fragrance came to my face. This is the smell of grass. The moist smell of the earth, mixed with the smell of grass, is a special symbol of Master Yuan!
In the evening, melodious flute sounds came into the ears of the grass intermittently. As if to echo the shepherd's flute, the grass is dancing "rustling". Gradually, the flute became clearer and clearer, and the owner of the flute came out to take a curtain call-a shepherd boy appeared leisurely riding his own cow. When the last note was uttered in the bamboo flute, the shepherd boy just stood alone.
The little shepherd boy is full, and the sun is going down outside. The afterglow left by the sun father-in-law lit up a row of clouds on the horizon and became a beautiful fiery red cloud. They deform as the wind moves. One moment is a cute puppy, the other is a fierce lion, which makes people see things in a blur. But this beautiful scene came and went like a epiphyllum. Soon, night fell.
Attracted by the bright moonlight, the shepherd boy couldn't help walking to the grass outside the house. The moonlight covered the whole lawn. The shepherd boy even forgot to take off his hemp fiber and lay on the grass. He fell asleep in the "lullaby" of insects. ...
7. How to rewrite the sixth-grade ancient poem "Xijiang Moon Walking on Huangsha Road" into a composition? On a sunny night, Xin Qiji came to Huangshaling, Jiangxi.
Walking on the road in Huangshaling, I saw that the moonlight was very bright. Xin Qiji looked up at the sky and felt the beautiful feeling brought by the breeze. The bird stopped on the branch was awakened by Xin Qiji's footsteps and flew down from the branch, causing the branch to sway.
This little tree is like a slim girl, shaking her long flowing hair in the wind. Really beautiful! On this bright moon night, the breeze blew and cicadas sang, just like an orchestra playing melodious and high-pitched music. Miss Qingfeng sent a strong fragrance of rice flowers all the way. Xin Qiji sniffed a few mouthfuls and felt refreshed and relaxed.
Xin Qiji vaguely heard a frog's cry coming from the grass ahead, which made Xin Qiji feel as if they were arguing for a bumper harvest. Xin Qiji looked up into the distance and saw seven or eight stars shining with touching light, as if winking at Xin Qiji! At this time, Xin Qiji felt a cool breeze blowing gently, and his clothes wanted to get wet. So it's raining here. Fortunately, the rain is not very heavy and it is very comfortable.
Xin Qiji remembers that a Maodian that Xin Qiji used to be familiar with was built on the edge of the forest next to the social temple, but now it has turned around and walked a lot of small bridges before it suddenly became clear. When I got back to my apartment, it was already late at night. When I recall the scenery I just passed and saw, I can't help but have an impulse to create. I improvised a sentence-"Walking along the Huangsha Road on a moonlit night in Xijiang": Don't surprise the bright moon, please let the wind sing cicadas at midnight.
The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance. In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year.
In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge.