Poetry 1 On the love of a father is like a mountain, and a mother's love is like the sea. Who is the author of this poem?
Rebuilding Landscape —— Examples of "Poem Freehand brushwork" 1. The topic design is based on the scene and artistic conception set described in Li Qingzhao's Dream as Fantasy, and the original words are expanded into landscape prose of about 500 words by appropriate association.
Like a dream, Li Qingzhao often thinks of the sunset in Xiting, indulges in it and doesn't know the way home. 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. Second, the written history that guides Chinese civilization is endless and profound. Song Ci is a wonderful flower in the cultural history of China, among which Li Qingzhao is the most striking bright red.
Taste Li Qingzhao's Dream, has its own special taste. "Like a Dream" describes a journey of youth and the encounter between mind and nature.
Although the capacity is not large, in several moving landscape paintings, it shows an interest in life. The scale is not necessarily thousands of miles away, as long as readers can appreciate the beauty.
Freehand brushwork in poetry is to focus on the enjoyment of this beauty, thus narrowing the distance between ancient poetry and readers. Therefore, this kind of freehand brushwork is no longer limited to the superficial interpretation of poetry, but incorporates the imagination and creativity of more authors and becomes a landscape recreated with the mind.
In the specific writing process, we should pay attention to two points: First, accurate perception. Poetry always uses the simplest words to write landscapes and express feelings.
Therefore, accurately grasping the scenery and emotions in poetry is the premise of writing a good freehand brushwork composition. The dream scene is set at a specific time "sunset".
It should be said that this time the color is extremely rich, and you can fully mobilize your own life accumulation and use color to spread color; Images such as "Xiting", "Lotus Pond" and "Gull Heron" completely provide an imaginary possibility. Of course, on this basis, we should also carefully understand the feelings in the text.
The scenery is always external, superficial and hidden in the scenery, which is the real world in the author's mind. The so-called "all scenery words are sentimental words" and "all story words are heartfelt words" is the truth.
The emotion in the dream is to blend into the scenery described by the author. It is not difficult to find the meaning of "intoxicated" by carefully capturing the information provided by words.
Imagine that a group of girls full of fantasy, a free play, released, must be the vitality of youth. They may drink heartily because they broke away from an invisible fetter, but more must be immersed in pure and beautiful natural scenery, and that kind of mood is naturally full of comfort.
Only by truly understanding these things can the scenery and objects described be interesting and radiant. The second is reasonable imagination.
Without imagination, there can be no articles. Freehand brushwork composition is the product of imagination.
Only by spreading the wings of imagination can the highly concise scenery, feelings, events and reasons in the original words be materialized. For example, the overlap of "crossing" and "crossing" between the lines can be imagined as the owner's hurry to turn the bow and paddle quickly, or as the swish of the paddle hitting the water and the angry look of the boat passing the lotus leaf stem.
Fully imagine, don't just stick to the original text, be satisfied with the translation and interpretation of the text, which will inevitably lead to narrow thinking and dry language. Don't let go of the scenes and things that should appear in the text, but also grasp the things and things that may appear in the text.
In this way, the scenery we write can get rid of the traces of copying and become a kind of "reconstruction". Of course, imagination should be reasonable, and the solid soil and original starting point of imagination should also be the life provided by the original words.
No matter how vast the imagination is, it is also limited by the life of the original word, just like a kite flying in the sky, but there is always a line to hold it. If this line is cut off, it will become a powerful and unconstrained style, passive water and rootless wood. This is also the taboo of composition.
3. Reference example [example 1] It's like a dream. We are walking on a circuitous path and wearing evening makeup at sunset. We played and came to the familiar pavilion. Among the flowers and leaves, the pavilion looks like a transparent pearl embedded in a pool.
Leaning against the railing, a breeze mixed with various scents came face to face. In the distance, the afterglow shines and mountains and rivers depend on each other; Not far away, green clouds, the pavilion is full of water.
Several naughty frogs suddenly jumped out of the water, and the sound of "croaking" awakened the peace. As a result, butterflies and bees fly up and down, weaving into a unique "dance"
Enjoy the freshness, feel the hustle and bustle, appreciate the harmony, and with the strong sense of wine, a little drunkenness has already come to mind. The wine is delicious and the scenery is beautiful.
Huh? What is that? Pale green with a hint of purplish red, just like a painting embedded in blue waves. The sunset gathered in the last ray of light, and everything seemed to be covered with a layer of light gray.
In the twilight, we set up a boat, gently pushed aside the waves by the pool, carrying the light words by the pool. In that faint language, we unconsciously sailed to the painting. We opened our drunken eyes, and at the invitation of the breeze, the lotus twisted its petite body shyly, and the dew on the lotus leaf flashed in the moonlight.
Yo, how did we get to the depths of the lotus pond? What shall we do? What shall we do? You ask me, I ask you, but all we can answer is the cry of a flock of frightened seagulls. They flapped their wings and the swept waves splashed on us.
So over the lotus pond, the sound of water, birds and the oars of our ship swirled. This kind of sound is mixed together, and it spreads slowly and far away ... (Jin Shu) [Example 2] It is like a dream, and the sunset glow on the horizon is burning, and the sunset glow accompanying it has lost its pride. The swimming pool seems a little tired. It flows gently through the pavilion.
The pavilion stared at the pool, hoping that the pool could feel the beauty of dusk with him again. Coming! Coming! With the exhaustion of the pool, a group of beautifully dressed girls rowed the boat and came to the pavilion surrounded by lotus leaves.
The pavilion is very happy. It shows the evening dress given to it by sunset. But the girls didn't notice it at all, just immersed in their joy, watching them blush, listening to their chirping, their boats ran on the rampage, hitting something from time to time, and hitting the girls with unscrupulous smiles.
The pavilion looked at the girls silently, and the beautiful evening dress on the pavilion was also hilarious.
2. Father loves mountains and mother loves the sea.
Father's love is like a mountain, and maternal love is like the sea. As the saying goes, the crow has the meaning of feeding back, and the sheep has the grace of kneeling and nursing. Thanksgiving, Thanksgiving month, thanks to the gentle rain and boundless snow; Thanksgiving Mountain, Thanksgiving Sea, Thanksgiving lush trees and fragrant flowers; Appreciate the sweetness of food, the warmth of clothes, the picturesque scenery and the wonderful sound like water; Appreciate teachers' education, leaders' understanding, colleagues' help and social care ... and grateful parents should be the first of all.
Parents' love is as thick as a mountain and as deep as the sea. It was our parents who gave birth to us with their love, gave us flesh and blood, and gave us the strength to come into this world; It was our parents who saved money and brought us up with a mouthful of milk and rice; How many nights, they cooked dinner and waited for us to come back quietly, or stood on the roof and shouted our names over and over again, and that voice always floated far and far over the empty village with the smoke from the kitchen on the roof; How many times have we been criticized by our teachers, laughed at by our classmates, scolded by the children next door, and always threw ourselves into our parents' arms with grievances; How many times, because young impetuous and rebellious let them sad. We bring them endless hearts, endless anxieties and endless troubles; When they grow up, no matter how far they walk or how high they fly, they fly kites and are their eternal concern; Even if their temples have turned gray, they will clearly remember our first smile, the first step we took, the first sentence we shouted, and the bits and pieces of our lives. In their eyes, we are so important, so valued and loved ... this often reminds me of the care of hens for chickens and the love of animals for calves, which has also scared me many times.
Parents' love is the purest and most selfless, willing to ask for nothing in return! They don't expect much from life, and they don't want us to give them anything generous or ask for anything from us. They just silently pay for their children until the fire of life burns out. Parents always cherish their children as their own lives. They embrace everything with broad minds and deep love, and try their best to build a warm and calm space on our life journey, so that our life journey will be less stormy. Parents' love is a bright light in the dark, a safe haven and a gas station in our lives. In the face of parents' selfless love, no matter how gorgeous the language is, it is powerless.
As the old saying goes, "You must respect your parents." Confucius said, "Today's filial piety means that it can be raised. As for dogs and horses, you can keep them. It's disrespectful. Why not? " Thanksgiving parents, the key is to have a heartfelt love for their parents. In fact, parents have always been in our hearts, but our China tradition is not good at expressing it. Let's do something for them. For example, you have time to call home and ask about their health, although you know they will say "everything is fine at home, don't worry"; For example, I often go home as soon as I have time, quietly smoke a pack of cigarettes with my father, help my mother burn a fire and carry a bucket of water; For example, try to save as much as possible so that their shoulders don't bend too fast; For example, we should be as diligent as possible, don't let them live up to their ambitions, and let them hold their heads high in front of their colleagues, with less sorrow and more sunshine on their faces. ...
3. What sentences describe the love between father and mother?
Sentences describing fatherly love:
1. Father's love is a bright light in my life journey, which illuminates my journey when I am lost.
2, there is a kind of love, it is silent, it is serious, at that time, it is often impossible to tell in detail, however, it makes you feel more and more delicious in the days to come, and will never forget it. It is a boundless fatherly love.
Father's love is a clear spring, which makes your emotions pure and clear even if they are covered with the dust of years.
Father's love is a sea, which makes your soul kind and tolerant even if it encounters lightning and thunder.
5. Father's love is a big umbrella, which has been propped up in rainy days.
6. Father's love is as selfless as mother's love, asking for nothing in return; Fatherly love is an unknown and intangible emotion, which can only be understood by those who are attentive.
7. Father's love is a ray of sunshine, which makes your heart warm as spring even in cold winter.
8. Fatherly love is majestic, silent, melancholy and profound. Let your mind look brand-new even if it is stained with dirty dirt.
Sentences describing maternal love:
1, maternal love is selfless and silent, boundless and priceless. Motherly love is like a clear spring, subtle and silent, but unobtrusive, and every bit is careful care for children; Motherly love is like the sea, just like the surging sea, full of deep love for children in the rolling waves!
2. Mother is a word that children all over the world admire; Motherly love is like a quiet harbor, which nurtures our growth. Motherly love is pure; Motherly love is selfless; Maternal love is great; Motherly love only knows how to give and expects nothing in return. Motherly love is like the warm wind in spring, blowing your heart; Motherly love is like a continuous drizzle, patting your face and nourishing your heart; Motherly love is like a stove in winter, which gives you warm sunshine in severe winter.
Mom, what a common name! But everyone can feel deep love from this ordinary name. Yes, our mother has done so much for us. Have we ever paid for our mother? No, we haven't, but my mother has been paying for us. Mom, you are like a lotus leaf. We are like the fragile and petite lotus. Who will shelter me from the wind and rain except my mother?
My mother is like time, which lengthens my memory. There is no end to my mother's kind smile, charitable heart and compassionate feelings. ...
The greatest love in the world is the love from maternal love. Mother's heart is pure, and every supreme mother has the most sincere love. There is a sincere love hidden.
4. A passage about a father's love as a mountain and a mother's love as a sea (English version)
His love, extensive,
His love, calmness,
His love is speechless.
Every morning, my farewell to my father is as dull as a cup of boiled water, with no more words or even an expression.
In early autumn, the cool air got into my collar and I couldn't help shivering. I was walking alone on my way to school, pushing my bike, and the breeze swept over the treetops, occasionally leaving a few dead leaves, and then flying beautifully in the air. Spin, wither. The sky is gray and blue, which makes people feel depressed. The leaves at the foot rustle, as if playing a beautiful tune for life, but this should be the last song. Only the unique desolation of autumn can arouse my thinking-life is so short.
I shook my head suddenly and tried to pull my thoughts back from outside the cloud nine, but my eyes accidentally fell behind a tree not far away.
He is of medium height and a little chubby, so that trees can't stop him. The more I look at this back, the more familiar I feel. That's-Father!
I can't seem to believe my eyes. My father is a clumsy person, and he is not good at expressing himself. I have never expected his clumsy love. At this moment, he unexpectedly appeared in front of my eyes.
Father's back seems to be shaking. Maybe he wants to escape, but there is nowhere to hide. I rubbed my eyes, and crystal tears ran down my cheeks and soaked the ground under my feet. ...
As the saying goes, great love is silent. My father never said that he loved me. His love was buried deep in his heart, but at that moment, a bridge of love was built between the two hearts.
Father's love is like a mountain, calm and solemn; Father's love is like the sea, boundless; Father's love is more like a big umbrella that stays on my head forever and can't be removed for a long time. ...
Fatherly love, speechless!