Sitting under the tree and letting the autumn wind brush my cheeks, I seem to see the ginkgo trees in autumn. Leaves are like handfuls of jade fans, which one to fan, which one to fan, sending away the heat in summer and bringing the coolness in autumn. Blink your eyes, the maple tree in autumn is in front of you, and the leaves fall slowly from the tree like a raging fire, just like stamps, which send you autumn information.
Brush brush, autumn wind blows yellow leaves, blowing all over the sky. They fell to the ground, buried in the soil, floated on the water, and landed on the roof ... When I saw this, I couldn't help but think of "the high wind whistling in August, rolling up my hair", and the autumn wind was quite naughty! Looking up at the blue sky scrubbed by the autumn wind, the autumn geese flying with wings are singing and flying south. A poem "Autumn geese are accompanied by Changfeng, when I face them from this villa and drink my wine" comes to mind. How warm the autumn wind is, she told Qiuyan, "Autumn is here-autumn is here!" " I personally sent it to the south, so that it could escape the strangulation in winter before the cruel winter came. Autumn is a golden season, but I think "autumn" is her name. "Qiu" is a child, a naughty and kind child. She drove away the summer and saved people from suffering. She buries fallen leaves, makes the land fertile and nourishes life; She sent the goose away to escape from the clutches of winter.
2. Did you rewrite the ancient poems describing the scenery into the composition "Spring March"? Colorful flowers bloom everywhere, and small butterflies of all colors dance, making the earth more beautiful.
In this beautiful March in Ruyan Liu, my old friend Meng Haoran will leave Yangzhou, a city with beautiful flowers and curtains. Li Bai, a good friend, invited Meng Haoran to the Yellow Crane Tower near the Yangtze River to see him off.
It was only six o'clock, and there was a reddish glow in the sky. Li Bai took out a bottle of wine from a small wooden box. He said, "Brother Meng is leaving the Yellow River Collection, so I will give you this vintage wine.
When you go to Yangzhou in this beautiful season, I envy you very much, but I am reluctant to give up. You will go to the East, I don't know when you will come back ... "Meng Haoran interrupted Li Bai:" Brother Li doesn't have to give up, but my younger brother just goes to Yangzhou, which is not far from here. Li Ge missed me, so he came to Yangzhou to get together with me, and we'll get drunk again ... ""Meng Haoran, the boatman shouted below. "Brother Li, goodbye!" Meng Haoran clenched Li Bai's hand.
"See you later, take care!" Li Baidao. Meng Haoran hurried downstairs and boarded the ship.
Meng Haoran's ship set sail, and Li Bai stood on the Yellow Crane Tower and reluctantly waved to his old friend. He watched the boat sail, took his old friends farther and farther, and finally disappeared at the end of the blue sky.
At this time, only the surging waves rushed to the end of the blue sky, as if catching up with old friends. Li Bai stood there staring into the distance and thinking for a long time.
All this lingered in Li Bai's mind, so he picked up a pen and wrote a farewell to Meng Haoran on his way to Yangzhou: an old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. In late spring and March, the Yangtze River is misty and full of flowers. Bai bid farewell to the great poet Meng Haoran on the Yellow Crane Tower.
The Yellow Crane Tower flies from the eaves and walks on the wall, overlooking the Yangtze River. Li Bai and Meng Haoran look up at the blue sky and white clouds for a while, and overlook the scenery on the river for a while, both deliberately not touching the feelings of parting hidden in their hearts.
Finally, Li Bai raised his glass and said, "Master Meng, your personality is admirable, and your poems are famous all over the world. I have always regarded you as my brother and teacher since I met you.
Today, you will go downstream to Yangzhou. I don't know when we will meet again. Please fill this cup! Meng Haoran picked up his glass and gulped it down, then said, "Wang Bo said it well,' However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven will still be our neighbor." Although we are temporarily separated, our friendship will always be like the waves of the Yangtze River. "
Willows are weeping on the shore, and Sha Ou is dotted on the river. A friend got on the boat.
The white sail faded away with the kawakaze and disappeared at the end of the blue sky. Li Bai is still standing by the river, staring at the distance, only seeing a spring flowing to the horizon ... Li Bai couldn't help but be excited and immediately sang a well-known poem-"Yellow Crane Tower Farewell Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou": An old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, 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. Fireworks In March, Brother Meng 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 a 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 sparkling 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. Have you rewritten the ancient poems about scenery into the original composition?
Author: Bai Juyi
Spring outing in Qiantang Lake
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake.
Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
Adaptation of Qiantang River Spring Tour
Spring really came, the sun shone on me warmly, and I stretched myself. It's time to go out for activities.
The fog outside hangs over the earth, houses and people who come to the West Lake for morning exercise. Climbing the lonely mountain, a cool breeze blows gently, sweeping away the fatigue of winter and bringing the vigor of spring. These trees shade each other. "If you want to compare the West Lake to the West Lake, it is always appropriate to put on heavy and light." Looking around, the West Lake is so vast and empty. The water waves are like a mirage, visible from the light, hidden from time to time. Sitting in a lonely mountain temple to have a rest and drinking good Longjing tea, I feel refreshed.
Soon the sun gently lifted the fog with its silky light, and the fog seemed reluctant to leave the West Lake, lingering and gently drifting away in exquisiteness and grace. In the distance, several early warblers twittered around, stopped in the tree and flew again, as if fighting for territory. The birds that won the good site stopped in the trees and sang happily, and the songs spread melodiously throughout the valleys and lakes. Swallows also flew from the south, with mud in their mouths, and built their own houses under the eaves.
I walked gently by the lake for fear of disturbing the newly awakened bugs on the shore. Grass broke through the ground and flowers were in full bloom. Bees are busy collecting honey and pollinating, flying around among flowers, leaving a busy figure. Butterflies on the side seem relaxed, dancing in pairs, playing in the flowers, playing hide-and-seek, resting on the petals when they are tired, and then flapping their wings into another flower. The flowers are so bright that my eyes are fascinated. Close your eyes and take a deep breath. The fragrance of flowers is pleasant and refreshing. The first time the grass color appeared nearby, it reminded me of the poem "The grass color is far away but not near".
My favorite is Bai Causeway in the east of the lake, where trees are shaded and willows are lingering. Rows of green weeping willows in Bai Causeway, with branches and leaves stretching and fluttering in the wind; The green grass in the patches of green land is also lying quietly. What an elegant and quiet scenery.
"Spring scenery on the lake is picturesque, and the peaks spread around the stage. Pine rows cover thousands of green hills, and there are pearls in the heart of the moon. " As described in this poem, the West Lake is like a poem, a painting and a song. Oh, West Lake, you are a poem that fascinates me, a painting that fascinates me, and a song that I will never forget.
4.600-word composition with poems and scenery. When I was a child, I had a vague concept of the four seasons.
I only know that spring is warm, summer is hot, autumn is cool and winter is cold. With the passage of time, people grow up gradually, and slowly I fall in love with the birds and flowers in spring; Fall in love with the fun and ice cream in the swimming pool in summer; I fell in love with making snowmen, having snowball fights and watching snow scenes in winter ... only autumn makes me feel bored.
Especially in autumn in my hometown, I only see the leaves wither all day. Boredom is nothing more than a few troubles.
The Chinese teacher said that autumn is a beautiful season of the year. I didn't fully believe it at that time, but I always had some doubts.
But from then on, I began to observe and feel autumn. Autumn rain often falls, thin and dense.
The wind is mixed with rain, and the rain falls with the wind. The rain gently washes everything on the earth, the ground is polished, and the leaves are constantly oozing raindrops full of particles.
At dusk, the wind and rain slowed down. The sun climbed out of the clouds again and gave her afterglow to the earth.
Yellow leaves reveal a faint reddish color in the soft sunshine, just like a shy girl's beautiful cheeks. Where the autumn wind blows, the leaves will make a rustling sound, which is very nice. When the wind is strong, yellow leaves will break free from the shackles of trees and dance with the wind, just like a beautiful yellow butterfly, singing and dancing with the accompaniment of the wind.
At this time, just three or two people walked through the falling yellow leaves. Isn't this a beautiful picture? But it is so fleeting, like a flash in the pan. It disappeared before I could appreciate it carefully.
I regret this short-lived beauty, and I regret the fortitude of autumn leaves. It tried so hard to get rid of the shackles of the big tree, but didn't know that the leaves would eventually return to the roots? For such a short freedom, is it worth burying yourself in deep roots forever? But I think, maybe this is the spirit of autumn leaves.
Their real purpose of getting rid of the shackles of big trees may not be freedom at that moment, but injecting themselves into the roots for the last time, so that the big trees can have sufficient nutrients in the cold winter. New and stronger leaves will grow on the branches next spring. Aren't those new leaves exactly what they were? Thinking of this, I am proud of autumn leaves. I didn't expect them to have the idea of "sustainable development". It's incredible.
Perhaps it is given by mysterious nature. Spring breeze makes people sleepy; The summer wind makes people feel sultry and uncomfortable; The wind in winter makes people feel cold and biting.
Only the autumn wind makes people feel refreshed, neither sultry nor cold, but also makes people awake a lot. I simply doubt that the autumn wind has a refreshing effect, and coupled with the coolness of the autumn rain, this wonderful drug primer, a rare "natural herb", has probably been formed.
Autumn wind and autumn rain may be the most perfect couple in the world. Autumn wind blows autumn rain, accompanied by autumn wind.
They can make everything in the world reflect crystal luster and autumn elegance. Maybe they can trim out a beautiful autumn picture. Looking at their figures, I can't help feeling that autumn wind blows and autumn rain flies; Autumn wind sends cool, autumn rain sends cool.
Autumn wind, autumn rain and autumn leaves. They can't show beauty anywhere by themselves.
They express a kind of overall beauty and a kind of harmonious beauty. Without wind, rain can't fly and leaves can't dance; Without rain, the wind will not be wet and the leaves will not be ashamed; Without leaves, the wind looks monotonous and the rain looks boring.
Only by combining them skillfully can we form a beautiful painting and a beautiful poem-autumn. Nature endows flowers and birds in spring, prosperity in summer and beautiful snow scene in winter. Of course, we will not forget to give autumn.
So, she gave autumn mystery and beauty. It seems that nature does not favor anyone.
I also learned a truth from it: people have similar talents. If you want to surpass others and achieve extraordinary achievements, I'm afraid you have to go through extraordinary hardships. Autumn, let me appreciate its beauty, but also let me understand some truth.
Autumn is really fruitful.
5. Write a 450-word composition with the artistic conception of ancient poetry (using poems of ancient poetry skillfully to arouse various feelings). I love ancient poetry. I love Chinese very much, and I prefer ancient Chinese. Classical Chinese is one of my favorite types of ancient Chinese, and my favorite type of ancient Chinese is ancient poetry.
I love ancient poems, probably because of my cousin. When I was young, my cousin loved Chinese very much. She likes classical Chinese very much. Although her favorite is classical Chinese, she used to recite ancient poems for me. My cousin not only recited poems, but also told me the general poems and artistic conception of ancient poems.
Those ancient poems are not only beautiful in poetry, but also in artistic conception. "Yellow four maiden flowers full, thousands of flowers low.
Butterflies dance from time to time, which is in harmony with Yingying and Chacha Dance. "This is" Looking for Flowers Alone by the Riverside "written by Du Fu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. I still remember what my cousin told me about poetry at that time: how beautiful it was to walk by the river and watch the flowers bloom on the path in front of Huang Si's mother's house. Even the lovely butterflies are reluctant to leave, dancing among the flowers, and the free little oriole is also singing for the flowers: "How beautiful! How beautiful! "Listening to my cousin's poems, I imagined the beautiful rural customs, how beautiful it was, just like a fairyland on earth! Gradually, I found that poetry, poetry and artistic conception alone could not satisfy my thirst for knowledge.
I began to try my best to investigate and understand the poet. "The lake is full of moonlight, and there is no windless mirror on the pool surface.
Looking at Dongting from a distance, there is a green snail in the silver plate. "This is" Looking at Dongting "written by Liu Yuxi, a writer and philosopher in the Tang Dynasty.
Liu Yuxi was born in Luoyang (now Luoyang, Henan). Liu Yuxi's poems are full of fighting colors, strong flavor of life, popular and fresh language, and good at using metaphors to give political content. He was an important poet in the Tang Dynasty and was called "the Great Poet".
Liu Yuxi and Liu Zongyuan are both top scholars and have a lot of contacts. They are called "Liu Liu" and have a deep friendship with Bai Juyi, who is collectively called "Bai Liu" by the world. His works include Collected Works of Liu Mengde.
Such beautiful and magnificent ancient poems not only cultivated my own sentiment, but also increased my knowledge of Chinese. It's killing two birds with one stone! I like ancient poems.
6. Write a composition with the theme of landscape poetry, 100 words or less. Throughout the year, some people like spring in bloom, some people like fruitful autumn, some people like snowy winter, but I have a soft spot for colorful summer.
I like Xia Feng's gentle words, the lingering feelings of summer rain, and Xia Yun's lingering wandering. I prefer cicadas in the tree-lined jungle in summer, frogs in the elegant pond and fireflies dancing in the deep night sky.
Spring is too luxurious, autumn is too bleak, winter is too lonely, and only summer is colorful. Looking up, the sky looks like blue seawater upside down and blue satin woven from Jiangnan silk; Looking down, the splendid rivers and mountains are lush everywhere, with flowers in full bloom and trees full of green trees and red flowers swaying. You can sing in Xia Feng between green mountains and green waters, bathe in the summer rain and linger in the summer night.
I like summer, not only because of its infinite scenery, but also because I have a constant attachment to summer. I was born in summer. When my new life was about to die in my mother's pain, it rained cats and dogs. When I came to this world, everything became so calm, only my wailing and crying were heard. At the moment I was born, the rain almost stopped. My aunt said I was a godsend, and my parents almost unanimously named me "Xinyu". Since then, I have established a relationship with Yu Xia.
About 7.800 words of ancient poetry, landscape prose, the north wind is another season, and winter snow returns. Cher fell from the sky like an elf with white wings. The sky is like a gray curtain, blocking the sunshine in front of hope. The sky is foggy, the endless horizon road, the invisible snowflake tears. I remembered half an ancient poem: blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees. This "pear flower" elf ice crystal is white, pure and light, like a dream. Is it really the tears of the goddess of winter snow? Crying pear brings rain, and that tear turns into goose feather-like snow on earth. Looking around, it is a snowy area. This tear, like fog, rain and wind, dances lightly in the vast world, swaying a smooth and plump figure, graceful and touching.
This is a lonely fog. In the distance, you can't see the sun beyond the clouds. Wan Li forest is covered with a thick layer of cashmere sweater, and its branches are covered with transparent frost. With the high-definition lens, you can capture the spectacular ethereal beauty of the frosted branches of Wan Li, and feel the deep loneliness, right? A hundred mountains, no birds, no sign of anyone. Flowers fall with the wind, and in the spring of the following year, they turn into spring mud to protect flowers. Pieces of Ye Er, buried in the embrace of snow, gradually merged with snow, telling each other the cold and melancholy in winter. They are not bosom friends, but more like bosom friends. In the long winter, they are warm and tolerant of each other, feel lonely time and enjoy the world of two people brought by day and night. Lonely people don't know the beauty of loneliness, lonely black, lonely white, lonely sky and lonely world.
This is a lonely wind. The north wind roared, everything was depressed, and the snowflakes in late winter drifted wildly. Inside and outside the Great Wall, there is only a vast expanse. A dragon is sleeping. Cher, no longer a quiet elf, has become a troublemaker, and the sky is as bleak as Daiyu's bloodless face before her death. Snow is merciless, covering all the landscapes of the earth. The green mountain forest is covered with thick snow, and it is no longer green; The running stream has frozen thin, and the crisp sound of water can no longer be heard; On the expressway, there was a snow block half a meter high, huge, blocking the car, and the traffic stopped at once. People wear tight hats and scarves, thick down jackets and boots, and walk hard in the snow against the wind and rain. It seems that everything is buried in the snow. Look, the pine trees on the edge of the cliff, holding the heavy snowdrift, are still standing; Look, red plum, pink cheeks are still in full bloom after a winter of frost. Isn't it? This is a lonely wind. An old pine tree stands proudly in the snow when it is evergreen. They are not afraid of the cold, they remain true colors in the face of difficulties, resisting the cold and snow with indomitable and brave winds, and resisting the ruthless snow with the wind that hopes to wait for spring. This wind is their strong character and their fearless persistence. They waited for the arrival of spring alone. Wan Li is a little green and Wan Li is a little red. The beauty of loneliness is awe-inspiring.
Snow has made this winter particularly sad. Snow has also made this winter extremely lonely, but people are there, hearts are there, and will is still there. I don't know if it's lonely beauty.
8. Have you rewritten the ancient poems describing the scenery into compositions by Bai Juyi, Qiantang Lake, Spring Tour, Gushan Temple, northwest of Jiating, with low water level and low feet?
Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests. Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar. Spring has really come, the sun shines on me warmly, I stretched myself, and it's time to go out for activities.
The fog outside hangs over the earth, houses and people who come to the West Lake for morning exercise. Climbing the lonely mountain, a cool breeze blows gently, sweeping away the fatigue of winter and bringing the vigor of spring.
These trees shade each other. "If you want to compare the West Lake to the West Lake, it is always appropriate to put on heavy and light."
Looking around, the West Lake is so vast and empty. The water waves are like a mirage, visible from the light, hidden from time to time.
Sitting in a lonely mountain temple to have a rest and drinking good Longjing tea, I feel refreshed. Soon the sun gently lifted the fog with its silky light, and the fog seemed reluctant to leave the West Lake, lingering and gently drifting away in exquisiteness and grace.
In the distance, several early warblers twittered around, stopped in the tree and flew again, as if fighting for territory. The birds that won the good site stopped in the trees and sang happily, and the songs spread melodiously throughout the valleys and lakes. Swallows also flew from the south, with mud in their mouths, and built their own houses under the eaves.
I walked gently by the lake for fear of disturbing the newly awakened bugs on the shore. Grass broke through the ground and flowers were in full bloom.
Bees are busy collecting honey and pollinating, flying around among flowers, leaving a busy figure. Butterflies on the side seem relaxed, dancing in pairs, playing in the flowers, playing hide-and-seek, resting on the petals when they are tired, and then flapping their wings into another flower.
The flowers are so bright that my eyes are fascinated. Close your eyes and take a deep breath. The fragrance of flowers is pleasant and refreshing. The first time the grass color appeared nearby, it reminded me of the poem "The grass color is far away but not near".
My favorite is Bai Causeway in the east of the lake, where trees are shaded and willows are lingering. Rows of green weeping willows in Bai Causeway, with branches and leaves stretching and fluttering in the wind; The green grass in the patches of green land is also lying quietly.
What an elegant and quiet scenery. "Spring scenery on the lake is picturesque, and the peaks spread around the stage.
There are thousands of green hills on the pine row and a pearl in the heart of the moon. "As described in this poem, the West Lake is like a poem, a painting and a song.
Oh, West Lake, you are a poem that fascinates me, a painting that fascinates me, and a song that I will never forget.