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. "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 ripple like a mirage, visible in the morning, sometimes hidden and sometimes present. 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.
2. Have you ever rewritten an ancient poem into a composition? Li Bai left Chang 'an after resigning. He is full of ambition to govern the country, but he can't achieve it. He tasted the bitterness of the world and saw through the coldness of the world, and his heart was very depressed.
One day, Li Bai went to Jingting Mountain to play alone. He sat alone on Jingting Mountain, looking up at the sky, trying to relax his anger, but he saw many birds flying freely. Li Bai looked at them and said, "Birds, birds, I really envy you. I am very happy every day, and I can go wherever I want, unlike me. "
Before the words were finished, the birds had already flown very high, and there was not one left. At this time, a few white clouds floated in the distance, and Li Baigang wanted to say something. A gust of wind blew and the white clouds drifted away.
Just when Li Bai felt lonely and helpless, he found the mountain standing motionless in front of him. I can't help laughing: I think Jingting Mountain is also a person, enduring loneliness and loneliness.
Li Bai looked at Jingting Mountain around him, as if he had found a bosom friend, and could not help but let out a cry: "Ah! Jingting Mountain! Only you don't dislike me. The only thing that doesn't bother me is Jingting Mountain in front of me. "
When he got home, Li Bai picked up a pen and wrote such a poem: Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain, birds fly high, and lonely clouds go to leisure alone. You look at me, I look at you, and there are only my eyes and Jingting Mountain's eyes.
Although the countryside is simple, green rice fields, clear rivers and simple smiles have integrated the countryside into a harmonious and desirable realm.
Walking on the country road, you will see colorful flowers waving to you along the road, and the charming fragrance will come to your face. Going deeper, you will also see rice fields next to Qingshan. When a gust of wind blows, the seedlings in the rice field will swing her weak body as if dancing.
In ordinary villages, there is a small river in front of and behind their houses. Some trees have also been planted by the river. There are green trees and green hills everywhere by the river. They guard the clear water like sentries. Lying in bed in the dead of night, you will hear the sound of running water.
If you go out for a walk on a summer night, you will see your neighbor sitting in a chair at home. They shook the cattail leaf fan, enjoyed the cool air and talked about some homely things. Together with the stars and the warm breeze, they paint a natural and harmonious pastoral scenery.
The countryside is so unique, so leisurely and so charming. This country is my dream place. Ah, it's beautiful. Although the countryside is simple, green rice fields, clear rivers and simple smiles have integrated the countryside into a harmonious and desirable realm.
Walking on the country road, you will see colorful flowers waving to you along the road, and the charming fragrance will come to your face. Going deeper, you will also see rice fields next to Qingshan. When a gust of wind blows, the seedlings in the rice field will swing her weak body as if dancing.
4. The best time to get full marks is as close as an arrow. Time has diluted everything, but I have a soft spot for books. I don't know when I started, but I fell in love with reading.
Some people say that reading is not good. Reading is a burden. Reading is like locking yourself in a closed cage. Reading is like being trained by the devil, which makes your life worse than death. How painful it is to read. This is a deadly poison. This is just the opinion of those illiterate people, but I think reading has many benefits. I think books are the ladder of human progress, silent teachers, intimate friends, nutritious pills and spiritual food. Books have taken us to heaven, which is simply heaven. Reading is a wonderful enjoyment. Reading makes you feel like walking into a fairyland. Reading makes your childhood life more colorful, cultivates your sentiment, relieves your fatigue and forgets your troubles. Reading is a colorful condiment. Instead of asking me to spend time playing, let me swim in the ocean of books.
I read like a ghost when I am ignorant, but as time goes by, I grow up, I know what real enjoyment is, and I learn to enjoy reading.
Reading breaks thousands of volumes, and writing is like a god. Reading is not only interesting, but also helpful to you. If you read more books, you will write articles like flowing water. Is it not good to speak with Wen Binbin?
Reading has added a lot of fun to me, and I have learned to enjoy reading. In the golden house of my childhood, there will always be two words "reading". Only by learning to read first can you enjoy reading. Only by reading can your life be meaningful, your life will shine and your life will not be wasted.
5. The adaptation of ancient poetry into composition is probably the scene of ancient poetry. Let me give you an example.
Rewrite Qingming
"sasha vujacic! Shashasha! " It is raining again. Rain, as light as cow hair, as fine as silk thread, and dust as fog, falls from the sky. The rain fell gently on the branches, and the buds on the branches drilled their lovely little heads, opened their beautiful little eyes and looked at everything around them curiously. The rain fell quietly on the grass, and the grass stubbornly pulled open the soil pressed on it, trying to break free. It stretched, yawned and began to greedily suck the dew of spring. A pile of grass here, a pile of grass there, covered the earth with a layer of green clothes. There are colorful flowers in the grass, including yellow rape, red roses, purple bougainvillea and white tulips, which are competing to open and compete for beauty. A few swallows buzzed in the air, as if to say, "Spring is coming! Spring is so beautiful! "
But such a beautiful scenery in the rain can't attract the attention of pedestrians coming and going on the road. They come and go in a hurry, and they are all preoccupied Some pedestrians are carrying brooms and offering sacrifices to sweep graves, thinking of their dead relatives and feeling very sad; Some leave their homes and go out to make a living, with uncertain future and depressed mood; Some people walk on the road of visiting relatives and friends, their future is uncertain, and they are more upset. The gloomy sky overhead made their mood heavier in the light rain.
Among the pedestrians, a scholar-like person is particularly eye-catching. He is Du Mu. He is thin, white-skinned, wearing a hat and carrying a bag. Mutu's gaunt face and frown formed the word "Sichuan". He shook his head and sighed as he walked. He has been on the road for several days, and this kind of "bad weather" is overcast and rainy everywhere, which makes him depressed. At this moment, his stomach growled with hunger and his throat seemed to smoke with thirst. How much he wants to find a place to rest, eat a hot meal, fill his stomach, drink some old wine, quench his thirst, warm himself up, and then have a good sleep. However, this man is a stranger. Where can he find a restaurant?
Suddenly, there was a clear and melodious flute in the distance. That voice is so crisp and sweet. Du Mu's spirit can't help it. He looked up and looked around, only to see a scalper coming head on, with a shepherd boy sitting on his back. He is about eleven or twelve years old, with a red face and bright big eyes. He is somewhat clever, cute and naughty. Mutu believes that there are villages where there are shepherds, and restaurants where there are villages. By the way, shall I ask him? Thinking of this, he stepped forward and asked politely, "Little brother, is there a restaurant here?" When the shepherd boy saw him, he nodded, smiled, grimaced at him and pointed in the direction behind him with a flute, meaning: Go ahead and there will be a restaurant. Mutu understood that he quickly thanked the shepherd boy, cheered up and stepped forward. Sure enough, soon, a village was looming in the rain and fog, where the roads were full of apricot flowers, and several wine lids danced in the wind, as if waving to him ... Mutu was excited and inspired, and a seven-character quatrain blurted out:
It rained a lot during my stay in Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Pedestrians on the road want to die.
Excuse me, where is the restaurant?
The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.
6. Ask for an essay adapted from an ancient poem. The wind is rustling and the water is cold. Autumn wind blows off the leaves and falls into the water one after another, and the river is slowly covered with red. The fiery red river and fallen leaves are doomed to be a chaotic autumn.
On the path by the river, a group of people came from a distance in the mist. There is a prison car in the middle of the team, and there are heavily guarded escorts before and after the prison car. There is a man in the prison car who is in rags but has big eyes. Looking closely, behind the vicissitudes of smoke and dust, it turned out to be a face only 16 years old. This is Xia Wanchun.
At this moment, the autumn wind is still blowing, the leaves are still flying, and the rustling river is still rippling after the leaves fall. In the prison car, Xia Wanchun's heart is like a river.
From the day Xia Wanchun was born, he was a member of Amin dynasty in his bones, and he was deeply proud of it. Since childhood, Yue Fei has been his hero. He can't forget the kind but firm tone of his mother when she told the story of Yue Fei when she was a child. He can't forget the feeling of blood boiling when he first read Man Jiang Hong. He can't forget that when he came home by chance, his father ran around and insisted on the appreciation and expectation of Kang Qing. He can't forget the teacher's sad and angry expression when he recited "the old country is around the mountain, and the tide hits the empty city and returns to loneliness." At that time, he planted a seed in his heart, which was nourished by countless experiences, so the seed took root and gradually became a towering tree, supporting his whole heart.
The prison car is still bumping. Xia Wanchun stretched out his hand and brushed the straw from his forehead and found that the road ahead was deja vu. He couldn't help smiling bitterly, but revisiting the old place turned out to be such a general scene. Xia Wanchun's memory is getting clearer and clearer. One day at the age of thirteen, he came home and told his mother excitedly and nervously that he would join the anti-Qing team like his father. Mother hesitated for a moment, then said nothing. Mother seemed particularly silent that day, so she told Xia Wanchun to pack up and go to bed early. Xia Wanchun didn't sleep that night, but quietly listened to the sobbing under the lamp outside, and then burst into tears unconsciously.
A 13-year-old child should have the right to enjoy happiness, but the reality forced him to live a life of "Wan Li goes to Rongji and flies in the mountains". After three years of torture, Xia Wanchun was finally trapped in this prison van. He really doesn't know whether to be thankful or sorry.
The road became more and more familiar, and Xia Wanchun saw the crowd. Suddenly, he found his mother in the crowd. He doesn't know that three years can make a person so old. When the fog cleared, Xia Wanchun saw the confusion in her mother's eyes. She kept running after the prison car, shouting her son's name. Xia Wanchun has mixed feelings. He grabbed the railing of the prison car and shouted to his mother, "Be loyal to your country!" " These were the last words that Xia Wanchun's mother said to him when he left home three years ago. He regards it as his eternal belief. Mother heard and understood, because she stopped. At that moment, my mother, whose hair was blown away by the wind, stood by the bleak Songjiang River, and the leaves behind her were intertwined. This picture is instantly frozen and becomes eternal. Xia Wanchun couldn't bear the sadness, and finally turned to face the front. In the past three years, she was in tears again.
"Three years of the passengers, today is the south crown. Endless tears, who says the world is wide? I already know the way to another spring, and I am really worried when I think of saying goodbye to my hometown. On the day when I return, I will see the spirit flag in the air! " Xia Wanchun laughed when he roared out these four poems with almost all his strength. At this time, he, like Yue Fei, his eternal hero, really has no regrets.
Like a river of flames burning with life, the fallen leaves dance with life, which is destined to be a hero's season.
Comments: Appreciation is to put the true self-emotion into the poet's blood and boil and burn together. According to the content and emotion of the original poem, combined with the poet's life experience and the background of writing this poem, the author associates and imagines, sets specific scenes and situations, and turns the concise poem into a dense prose. In addition, the psychological description is particularly delicate and vivid. And this kind of psychology is integrated with all the scenery, people and things around it, so it is true and credible, and that kind of desperate but still heroic pride can also infect people.
7. Rewrite the composition of ancient poetry 1.
Village residence (rewritten) This is a sunny morning, with green land, warm sun, green saffron everywhere and abundant spring scenery. Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.
On the eaves, a pair of birds are singing a beautiful Haruka, with a voice as clear as a silver bell. In the room, Gao Ding, a poet who had just been immersed in a beautiful dream, was awakened by the singing of birds. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and found that it was already dawn.
So Gao Ding immediately got dressed and got up. The moment he opened the door, he was completely intoxicated with the beautiful scenery of spring in front of him.
He couldn't help but open his arms and close his eyes, breathing in the intoxicating breath of spring, as if he himself were in it. At this time, in the face of such a beautiful spring, Gao Ding immediately sprouted the idea of sketching.
After cleaning up, Gao Ding packed his bags and set off. Along the way, birds sang with him and butterflies danced with him.
The gentle wind blew on his face, and the fragrant flowers made him more interested. Come to a clearing not far from the river bank, Gao Ding stopped.
"This is really a treasure house of painting!" While talking to himself excitedly, he happily took out his tools and devoted himself to painting the beautiful scenery in front of him. Green grass flourishes in the sun; Crowds of orioles chase and play happily in the sky.
The willows on the shore can't help swinging their soft branches and dancing with the rhythm of spring. At this time, a warm east wind blew, blowing laughter and a group of lively figures.
It turns out that children learn early today, and everyone unanimously decided to fly kites in the east wind. "Fly a kite!" In the cheers of everyone, colorful kites flew into the blue sky.
At this moment, the children are like the elves of spring, chasing and playing freely in the spring breeze ... Gao Ding looked at the beautiful scenery of harmony between man and nature in front of him and couldn't help but write on the painting-the grass grows in February and the willow is drunk with spring smoke. The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.
2。 The first sentence and the second sentence vividly describe the nature in spring and write the beautiful and charming scenery unique to the countryside in spring. In February, the spring is bright, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willow tips brush the shore, as if intoxicated in the beautiful spring.
The third and fourth sentences describe a vivid scene of a group of lively children flying kites in beautiful spring. Their laughter makes spring more energetic. This poem is clear and clear, and it is practiced with words.
The whole poem is filled with cheerful emotions, giving readers a beautiful emotional infection.