Enlarging Jiang Xue's Composition (9 selected essays)
Many people have written essays in their ordinary study, work and life, and we can gather our scattered thoughts together through writing. So, how to write a composition? The following is my collection of Jiang Xue's essays (9 selected essays) for your reference, hoping to help friends in need. Enlarging Jiang Xue's composition 1
In the middle of winter, the north wind whistled, and snowflakes fell from the sky, covering the earth and becoming a white world. The trees are covered with glistening snow, and sharp icicles are hung on the branches; The water in the river turned into thin ice, and the fish hid at the bottom. A vibrant world suddenly became silent.
In the rolling hills, the birds that used to chirp disappeared. Some of them went to the far south for the winter, and some of them hid in warm nests to enjoy a happy life. There was no sign of any birds anywhere. The mountain roads are white, and there are no footprints left by people. Ah, it's so cold, people hide at home, sit around the fire and keep warm. No one can be seen around the house.
on the cold river, the raging north wind is rampant, and snowflakes are flying west and east, looking for their own world. On the river, however, there was an old man wearing hemp fiber and a hat, sitting alone in a lonely boat. He smashed the ice on the river, took out the fishing rod, hung the bait with his frozen hands and threw it into the water. He sat quietly with his arms in his hands, waiting for the fish to bite.
expanding Jiang Xue's composition 2
in the severe winter of March 9, the earth was frozen! In this sad season, Liu Zongyuan was banished to Yongzhou for offending powerful people and being ostracized by the court.
On this day, he walked out of the cottage and looked up at the sky: he missed my loyalty to the monarch and was full of love for his country, but he ended up like this! Ah, a sigh ...
Snow is falling one after another, surrounded by snow. The birds in the mountains have already flown south, quiet and lifeless. Animals have disappeared, let alone people. Only the river rushing eastward in front of the mountain is still rushing.
A boat with a leaf was washed by the river. An old man with silver beard and white hair was wearing a hat and hemp fiber, holding a fishing rod alone and fishing in the cold wind. The figure is very desolate. Isn't this a portrayal of my loneliness at the moment? Liu Zongyuan, touched by the scene, is a master at the moment:
a hundred mountains and no bird, a thousand paths without a footprint. A boat on the river, a fisherman in his bagworm moths; Fishing alone, not afraid of snow and ice attack.
This is the quatrain that has been told through the ages-Jiang Xue. Enlarging Jiang Xue's composition 3
There is no bird's shadow on the snowy mountain. The poet walks alone on the idle path of the mountain. The wind continues to attack the poet's loneliness, and his emotional voice is very light. There were no footprints on the criss-crossing roads. Liu Zongyuan walked step by step, because he was demoted to Yongzhou and felt that he was a failure. Snowflakes fluttered on his shoulders and melted. "Puffy!" The dry branches have been crushed by the heavy snow. Loneliness is hearing the poet's "call" and becoming the shadow of Liu Zongyuan. But-
When Liu Zongyuan walked into a lake, on a lonely boat, there was a fisherman in coir and hat. The fisherman sits in the boat, motionless, and his heart will be focused on fishing. In such cold weather, there will be people fishing, which is nothing but unbelievable. The poet continued to observe: the fisherman's lips were white and his face was livid, but he was absorbed in fishing all the time. Liu Zongyuan was deeply inspired and lost in thought. Perhaps the poet touched the scene deeply and compared himself with this fisherman who was not afraid of freezing in the cold and fished alone in the cold river. Liu Zongyuan was suddenly enlightened and walked out of the "misty forest". I thought: I'm just being demoted to Yongzhou now, and I'm not punished for anything. Look at this fisherman who is still fishing in the cold. The original sad mood is now cheerful.
In fact, one can stop feeling sad about one thing. Every day, people are constantly shedding sad tears and flowing into the soil. We are sad because we stand on this sad land.
Snow-white flowers are still flying, and the whole mountain has been covered with snow all over the sky. Although there are a few lights, the snow is melting without any sorrow! No regrets!
The poet left with a sad heart. Although this land has not changed, people seem to be playing their roles again, and are preparing to stage the saddest thing in winter ... Expanding Jiang Xue's composition 4
Today, we learned Lesson 24, Jiang Xue.
the teacher will introduce the author to you first: Liu Zongyuan, with thick words. Known as "Liu Hedong" in the world, he is one of the "eight masters in Tang and Song Dynasties".
Through studying, I know the meaning of this poem: There are no birds on all the mountains, and there are no people on all the roads. On a lonely boat, an old man dressed in hemp fiber and hat was fishing on the river.
The teacher also told us. The author painted us a picture of solo fishing in a snowy and cold river. This poem was written when the emperor was about to kill Liu Zongyuan. The poet used this poem to express his sad mood.
Close my eyes and recite this poem. It seems that I have returned to that time. I seem to see an old man fishing on the river in a cold winter. You can feel that there is no bird in the sky, no one is walking on the road, but the old man is fishing alone. How pathetic!
Liu Zongyuan felt sorry for him when he saw that he didn't catch any fish. He wrote this poem "Jiang Xue" for him.
a hundred mountains and no bird, a thousand paths without a footprint. A boat on the river, a fisherman in his bagworm moths; Fishing alone, not afraid of snow and ice attack. Enlarging Jiang Xue's composition 5
It's a cold day, with the north wind whistling and heavy snow falling. The ground is covered with thick snow, and it creaks when you step on it, which makes the world particularly quiet. It's really cold, so cold that people keep shivering. It's so cold that only plum blossoms stand upright in everything. Birds can't be heard or seen in the mountains, and even the most industrious people shut their doors and refused to go out.
people have succumbed to the snowstorm. I had to walk alone by the lake, and there was a crescent moon hanging in the sky, accompanied by only a few stars.
But just as I was about to leave, a little black dot appeared in the distance, and I suddenly felt inexplicable excitement. The black spot approached little by little, and I saw that it was a small boat. The old man on board was poised and skillfully steered the boat. This old man is wearing a bamboo hat and hemp fiber, with a cigarette in his mouth and a white beard fluttering, so he is very leisurely. I asked the old man, "Grandpa, what are you doing here now?" The old man smiled and said, "Fishing is coming!" After listening to this, I was very puzzled. How can I fish in winter? Just wanted to ask, the old man took over: "Fishing has no intention of asking for anything, just to see Le Er. It's a pity that no one watches this beautiful scenery!" I was at a loss, but after thinking for a moment, I woke up. At this time, the dark clouds beside the moon dispersed, and the stars, the "chess pieces" in the sky, hung lanterns one by one, and the lake became silver. I left with the harvest. Expand Jiang Xue's composition 6
"a hundred mountains and no bird, a thousand paths without a footprint. A little boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold river-snow ... "This is a catchy poem when I was in primary school. Every time I can't help reciting it, the endless and white snow appears in front of my eyes. All the birds fly away and can't see any of them. There are no signs of pedestrians on all the roads. Only the old man in the boat with Dai Li, fishing alone, not afraid of the attack of ice and snow. I vaguely felt that my glasses seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, looking into the distance, and the old man was silently fishing with a fishing rod ... < P > At this moment, I suddenly walked into the ancient poetry, the snow! That mountain! That water! And the old man who is not afraid of the cold! What a beautiful snow scene in Jiangxiang! But what I admire most is the spirit of the old man. In the poem, I stood on the shore and looked at the old man in the distance. The boat was broken and quiet on the river ... The old man didn't understand anything. The hemp fiber had already been stained with white snow, and the hat was also white. I walked into him slowly, and he was not far from me. I clearly saw his wrinkles left by years, one by one, and his beard was short and gray. I don't know if it was snow or ... I saw that he didn't move, and that's what I appreciated! The spirit of perseverance, independence and eclecticism. I guess the old man is such a person ...
I slowly walked out of my fantasy, only to find that I had been dreaming, waking up, the snow stopped, the wind was quiet, and it was time for the old man to go home. Enlarging Jiang Xue's Composition 7
On a cold winter day, the cold wind was blowing, and snowflakes were floating all over the sky. Fields, villages, mountains and trees were covered tightly with heavy snow. Towering and steep mountains, one next to the other, countless, as if set with white jade. As far as the eye can see, it is covered with snow, but there is not a refreshing bird. You see in the distance, the narrow paths leading to the mountains are winding up one after another. Alas, although there are many paths, there is no figure, and everywhere is full of desolation. What you see is the vast snow field, and besides, you can't see anything else.
on the river bank at the foot of the mountain, there are a few yellow reeds scattered in the north wind. Listen carefully. Without the waves of the great river, this snowy field is obviously a dead world. However, in this cold, empty and silent world, there is a lonely boat parked. On the boat, there is an old man wearing a hat and a long white beard dancing in the wind. His dry hands are holding a fishing rod and are fishing intently in the river. Look at the snowflakes floating on him and the cold wind blowing on his face. He is as if nothing had happened, and his eyes are full of desolation and perseverance. On such a cold night, on this snow-covered river, how much will he gain? Enlarging Jiang Xue's composition 8
It was freezing in March and September, and the earth was frozen. White goose feather and heavy snow drifted down from the cloudy sky. After a while, mountains, rivers, Woods and houses were all covered with a layer of white snow, like a furry wool blanket. The earth has become a fairy tale world made of powder and jade.
On thousands of mountains in Qian Qian, the chirping birds have disappeared, and they hide in comfortable and warm nests; On many small roads, busy people disappeared, and they stayed in windless and bright homes. This world wrapped in white makes people feel silent, vast and lifeless.
is this really the case?
Look, on a cold river in the valley, there is a small boat that seems to be shaking in the cold wind. Add a little life to this snow sculpture-like world.
Look carefully, there is another person in the boat! Who is this? An old fisherman. He was dressed in hemp fiber and hat, sitting alone in a lonely wooden boat, holding a fishing rod, absorbed in fishing, and there was no movement on the river. At this time, he stared at the crystal snowflakes on the Hanjiang River, meditated, and for a long time, recited in a low voice:
a hundred mountains and no bird, a thousand paths without a footprint. A boat on the river, a fisherman in his bagworm moths; Fishing alone, not afraid of snow and ice attack.
Oh, he is the famous writer and philosopher Liu Zongyuan. After reciting, he involuntarily uttered a call: Snow! Although you are white and flawless, you are cold and biting. Although I am lonely, I am strong and unyielding!
just then, the float shook, and he was quick of eye and a fish jumped into the air.
"ah!" The poet was excited.
The sound and the scene seem to be the most beautiful scenery in this ice and snow. Enlarging Jiang Xue's composition 9
There are many universities, and the world is vast.
the mountains are covered with heavy snow, as if they have lost their former colors. Standing in the snow. The trees are also missing. But was wrapped in the vast snow. The whole body is white. I don't know where the birds are. I wonder if they will go back to the tree hole to hibernate In the past, the path was covered with snow, and its winding was no longer visible. There is not even a person on the road, right, who will come out for a walk on such a cold day? Must be sleeping under the covers at home!
the river seems to have solidified. There is a boat parked on the river, and an old man sits at the bow. He is wearing hemp fiber and a hat, with a gourd hanging on his body and a fish basket beside him. The heavy snow fell on him, and the hemp fiber was full of snow. He sat cross-legged with a fishing rod in his hand and fished alone on the river. But it seems that he is not fishing, but enjoying the beautiful scenery. He occasionally drinks a glass of hard liquor to warm himself up.
The old man was fishing alone on the river, as if he were in harmony with heaven and earth. I think this old man is very comfortable. He doesn't care about fish, but about the beautiful scenery on the river. This scene is like a painting.
Teacher's comment: Your expansion is very interesting. You vividly described the old man in the article, and wrote the old man's comfortable mood in Jiang Xue. Snow scenes should also be written more abundantly. Label: Expanding Jiang Xue's Composition