(Tang) Wang Wei
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
The scene in the twilight, the first night in Shan Yu, is quiet and leisurely, fresh and pleasant. The pine forest washed by rain is spotless, full of green; The rocks are especially crystal clear, transparent and bright; Even the moonlight is as bright as washing; Shan Yu's spring suddenly flows on the slate, and then winds down the mountain stream, giving out a crisp and pleasant song, like a "serenade". The pulse of nature is beating.
When the women in the bamboo sea move slowly, they touch the bamboo soaked in the night dew, making a rustling sound, accompanied by their silvery laughter. What a noisy laughter broke such a quiet night sky; Listening to the ups and downs of lotus leaves on the water surface, the fishing boat went down the river. This is a fisherman who wants to catch fish by moonlight tonight.
Although the fragrance of spring has long gone, I am intoxicated with this wonderful autumn color and still yearn for a long stay.
2. Write a story with an ancient poem. Read an ancient poem and write a 450-word story: Meng Jiao misses his mother.
During the Dezong period of the Tang Dynasty, Meng Jiao was appointed as the county magistrate of Liyang, Jiangsu. One night, he was reading in the study. After reading for a while, he felt a little tired, so he stood up and went to the window. At this time, the bright moon is in the sky outside the window, and the night breeze is blowing gently. He looked up at the bright moon and was homesick.
Looking back on my decades of studying hard at a cold window, I didn't become a scholar and a small county magistrate until I was in my fifties. In these decades, how much effort the old mother has paid for herself! Every time I go to Beijing to catch the exam, my white-haired old mother is always busy before going out, preparing luggage for herself. Especially the night before I went out, my mother sat under the dim oil lamp and sewed clothes for herself stitch by stitch. While sewing, my mother whispered, "sew more stitches and sew more closely, which will be strong and durable." Take care of yourself when you go out, come back early, and don't let your mother miss you at home ... "At that time, listening to her mother's warm words and looking at her wrinkled face and frosty white hair, Meng Jiao felt sad in his heart and his eyes were moist ... He deeply felt how great maternal love was, as warm as the spring sunshine.
Meng jiao thought of here, a * * * echoed in the chest. Before he returned to the case just visible, he wrote:
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
3. Write a composition about ancient poetry, about 450 words, in the tone of fifth grade primary school. Don't recite poems from the age of four. Of course, this is forced by adults. You can only recite when you can't read, so you are afraid of reciting poems.
After school, I became literate, and the teacher called some poems, but only to explain them. It was not until I entered junior high school that I became familiar with poetry appreciation.
Many poems only have an ordinary story, sometimes it is too small to mention, but the poet can write it into a famous sentence through the ages and spread it widely. This is the charm of poetry. There are many schools of poetry, such as bold and graceful, and different schools of poetry have their own unique aspects.
Many of Li Bai's poems belong to the uninhibited school. There is an atmosphere of "flying to thousands of feet for three days, and it is suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days", a sense of complacency of "laughing at the sky and going out is our Artemisia selengensis people", a confidence of "Dapeng rises with the wind one day and soars in Wan Li", and also "I want to cross the Yellow River, but the ice-choked ferry will climb Taihang Mountain" and "I left my food bar and cup, and I can't eat or drink.
When he is not reused, he has sufficient self-confidence; When he was in a high position, he was complacent and heroic; When he saw the ugly side of the imperial court, he had a great personality and despised the powerful. When he leaves because of this, he will also be depressed and confused. If you want to taste poetry, you must understand the poet's life experience and even social background.
It is not difficult to understand, but what you get will only be superficial and meaningless. When you really understand it, feel it and understand it, you will get endless feelings and real meaning.
You can even feel that you are breathing with the poet, sharing joys and sorrows. You understand his feelings and even have the impulse to comfort him. We are enjoying poetry, poets and society, and we enjoy it.
I was deeply attracted when I read The Difficult Road in Shu. The poet's unpredictable brushwork vividly depicts the dangers of Shu Road, artistically shows the winding, majestic and rough face of ancient Shu Road, and depicts a colorful landscape painting, which is fascinating.
I was deeply attracted by his wild imagination. He created a broad artistic realm for me and fascinated me with his romantic colors. If you really want to appreciate a kind of poetry, you must also appreciate the beauty of other factions.
Du Pu's "Hope for Spring" will make people sad, and war will separate people from their loved ones and leave their homes. Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer reminds people of my mother's care for me in the past, and a warm feeling comes to my mind ... Every time I appreciate it, I can feel different and throb.
This is the charm of poetry, and I want to be intoxicated with the charm of this poem! Never appreciate it. It's a new harvest to appreciate it. -Zhu Guangqian-Inscription 1 Poetry is the most extraordinary.
The earliest poems came from the ancient working people, who can be said to be the representatives of the chin-li people. Later, it was gradually favored by literati, so Chun Xue like Nineteen Ancient Poems appeared. These are all things I just felt recently.
I wasn't like this when I was a kid. (2) because of my good memory, I recited the five-character and seven-law of the Tang Dynasty almost once, and I never forgot it, but I can't taste the general rhyme.
Even if there is, it is only a kind of obscurity of "the so-called Iraqis are in the water". Long-term swallowing dates eventually led to "indigestion" until I read Li Bai's "Into the Wine".
Looking at that gray-yellow paper, I looked helpless. But I didn't know there was Gan Kun in it until I looked carefully.
I was shocked by the first sentence-"didn't you see how the water of the Yellow River moved out of heaven and into the ocean, never to return?" It seems that I have been standing on the surging river bank, watching the Yellow River merge into the East China Sea with China's five thousand-year complex.
There is an atmosphere of "a hundred rivers go east to the west" between heaven and earth, which makes me, like Li Bai, unable to see the lovely person in the mirror on the shelf. Although it is silky black in the morning, it turns into snow at night. Reminds me of Zhang Jiuling's poem "Stay in the Clouds, Waste a Hundred Years" and Cao Cao's outlook on life "If the morning dew shows, it's hard to go to Japan". Seeing this, I feel a little depressed from my agitation just now.
Write a 500-word composition with the meaning of an ancient poem.
In the afternoon, I took a leisurely walk and came across a small and low hut. Green grass on both sides of the stream; Pumpkin vines climb the roof with bamboo poles; The big tree next to the house is bent as if welcoming me; Lotus leaves in the stream dance with the wind.
In the room, two white-haired old men and women are teasing each other in Wudi dialect! On the east side of the stream, the old man's eldest son is weeding his bean field, wiping the sweat from his head with a towel from time to time; The second son is sitting under a tree knitting a chicken coop. Judging from his serious attitude, his chickens must have been out of captivity for a long time. The lovely little son is lying by the stream peeling lotus flowers. I guess he definitely wants to give the lotus fruit to his eldest brother who has worked hard for a day, so that he can taste the sweetness and forget the hard work of the day. A low thatched cottage is near a gurgling stream, which is covered with green grass. An old white-haired couple sat there chatting affectionately in Wu language, still slightly drunk. Or a hut with a low eaves. The stream is gurgling and the shore is covered with green grass. For a while, I covered my eyes and talked, but also with a little drunkenness, kindness and beauty! Whose house is this? A pair of white-haired fathers and grandmothers.
The eldest son weeded in Dong Xi's bean field; The second son weaves a chicken coop at home; And the naughty and lovely little son is lying on the grass peeling lotus flowers. Or the eldest son, weeding in the bean field on the east bank of the stream. The second son is knitting a chicken coop. What a good skill! The youngest son, lying on the stream peeling lotus flowers, is a lovely and naughty guy.
In summer, deep bamboo forests are full of vitality, and dense grasslands cover the earth like carpets. The mountains in the distance are faintly visible, and a clear stream flows quietly.
This is a remote, fresh and beautiful mountain village in the south of the Yangtze River. There is a low thatched cottage by the stream. There are two elderly couples sitting in the room who have just finished drinking. They are slightly drunk and joking in Wu language. I just heard the old man say, "It's a wonderful life today. We have enough food and clothes to support our life." The old woman smiled and said, "Yes, we have three sons. The boss and the second child are filial, and the third child is smart! " Then he looked at his three sons outside the house.
Although it is hot in summer, as the eldest son, the boss is still weeding in the bean field east of the stream; The second son is still young, but he is also idle, weaving cages for chickens; The third son is the youngest. He lay across the stream for a while, ate the small fish in Doby water, and then peeled the lotus. His naughty appearance is very pleasing.
What a harmonious and happy family this is!
5. Write a short essay (500 words) with one of the poems "The Shepherd Boy" (rewriting an ancient poem).
Look! At first glance, the ground seems to be covered with a piece of green grass! When the wind blows gently, the sound of "rustling sand" spreads everywhere.
Listen! The shepherd boy is playing the flute again, and the cheerful tone teases the evening breeze and whispers slowly in his ear.
In the morning, when the sun was half exposed, the shepherd boy took a flute and went up the mountain to herd cattle. He sat on the cow's back, playing the flute and humming a tune. Running happily on the grass, unrestrained, without any troubles. Until I was tired of playing, I lay on the grass and looked at the white clouds and birds in the sky, with a smile floating around my mouth.
After dinner, the sun has set and the bright moon has climbed up. Holding a flute in his hand, the shepherd boy came to the haystack with cheerful steps, lay down without taking off his hemp fiber, listened to the unknown bugs singing beautiful songs in the grass, looked up at the bright moon in the night sky, and came up with pictures in his mind.
Listen to that cheerful tune blowing again, how beautiful it is! Hey! Why did you stop? Oh ... It turns out that the shepherd boy closed his eyes and fell asleep. Yes! He is really tired, so let him have a good sleep listening to the lullaby of bugs!
6. 450 words is enough for the composition of ancient poetry. When I was a child, my father often taught me to recite ancient poems.
One day, my father took my hand and said, "The mountains cover the day", and I embarked on the road of "the sea changes and the fields are golden" without hesitation; "When will my home arrive in my dream?" "This ... This ..." I hesitated for a while. When my father saw that I was in a panic, he chanted "How many times did Chunsheng River come?" "How many people are there on Chunsheng River?" I said in a childish voice, "Yes! "A few people on the Chunsheng River" come, say it again ""Home in dreams, a few people on the Chunjiang River return "; You are boundless and carefree, and you are eager for human feelings "and" you are boundless and eager for human feelings ". In this way, I recited many poems. He also said a poem about the New Year, "firecrackers are like years old, spring breeze warms Tu Su, and thousands of families always replace new peaches with old ones", "The dried flowers are empty, and the years go on. The end of the road is stormy, and the poor side is full of ice and snow. Life fades with the years, and the body is forgotten. Meng has no reply, and it is still early to light the lamp. " And Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Ocean". Father doesn't know how to call it, but I remember the last two sentences clearly. The phrase "who has never died in life since ancient times, leave a heart to take care of history" seems to be a famous sentence throughout the ages.
Ancient poetry is the ultimate lake of ancient culture for thousands of years. Without ancient poetry, people's cultural life would not be rich and colorful.
Li Bai, Du Fu, Nalan Xingde, Wang Anshi, Zhang Ji, Wen Tianxiang and many other poets.
When I was a child, my father said a poem, and I read it again and again, like a repeater, until I knew it. So I know many ancient poems.
I was like this when I was a child. My father taught me again and again. I just watched it for a while. As long as I hear a poem I am familiar with, I will take the next sentence fluently.
7. I am anxious about the 450-word composition "That is a poem". Thank you. I can't help you write it. Learning to write by yourself can help you clear your mind.
The title of That's a Poetry looks like a poem on the surface, but it's not. It should be anything besides poetry, such as music, pictures or events. Recommended prose. You can imagine a scene, or a plot, describing people and things that move or shock you, and highlighting the places that move or shock you.
You can deduct a question at the end of the article. The ending can be like this-"I look back and suddenly feel that the picture is so familiar.
Oh, I remember, it's a poem, a (what kind of) poem. "Then, it is best to match a poem, and the article will be OK. Fan Wen picked a sentence from the internet that feels ok: life is like poetry, like poetry, embellishing our colorful life, making life as colorful, vibrant and charming as poetry! -What exactly is an inscription poem? Is it just Fan Zhongyan's "worry about the world first, and enjoy the world later?" "It's just Li He's" dark clouds are pressing the city to destroy, but the real ones are scattered "? Is it just Han Yu's "to eliminate disasters for saints, to decline and cherish the old"? This is a poem of youth. In "Poetry of Youth", we wrote down the efforts and gains in the process of progress, and told the hardships and setbacks in growth.
Life is short, and youth is shorter, just like a fleeting meteor. Although fleeting, it shines brilliantly. We are playing a colorful life in the dreamlike youth. We have found the ideal, goal and key of life.
We write its top gun with hard work and endeavor, and tell its lofty sentiments with * * * and boldness. It is a passionate poem, which brings colorful sun, tall and straight green trees, footprints of struggle and a song of friendship. Every wonderful fragment on campus is a poem, which makes our campus life full of tenderness. Filled with happiness, there is no sadness of Li Qingzhao, no passion of Li Bai, no touch of Meng Jiao, but everyone's sweat and unity help each other like brothers and sisters. Tao Yuanming wrote a poem about rural life, "Picking chrysanthemums under the hedge and seeing Nanshan leisurely". Liu Yuxi proudly wrote a poem with his lofty dignity of "talking and laughing with a scholar, but not Ding Bai"; Gong Zizhen wrote a poem to express her parting feelings that "falling in love is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud to protect flowers" ... I want to write a poem about our friendship on campus, a poem that contains endless joy in life.
This is a poem of the years. It has the change of four seasons, the comfort of spring, the vitality of summer, the gentleness of autumn and the tranquility of winter. Every shot is a poem, let us grow in the cycle of poetry. It has a gratifying beginning, a * * * and a trough. Just like life, the beginning of every life is joyful, with suffering and happiness, loss and happiness along the way.
Poetry is invisible, it is invisible in life. It is not the gorgeous rosy clouds on the picture scroll, the ripples on the calm lake, or the spring breeze blowing through the dancing willow branches.
It is a life that has undergone tempering and exudes dazzling brilliance.
8. I am anxious about the 450-word composition "That is a poem". Thank you. I can't help you write it. Learning to write by yourself can help you clear your mind.
The title of That's a Poetry looks like a poem on the surface, but it's not. It should be anything besides poetry, such as music, pictures or events.
Recommended prose. You can imagine a scene, or a plot, describing people and things that move or shock you, and highlighting the places that move or shock you. You can deduct a question at the end of the article.
The ending can be like this-"I look back and suddenly feel that the picture is so familiar. Oh, I remember, it's a poem, a (what kind of) poem. " Then, it is better to match a poem, and the article will be OK.
Fan Wen picked a feeling from the Internet:
Life is like a poem, like a poem, embellishing our colorful life, making life as colorful, vibrant and charming as a poem! -inscription
What exactly is a poem? Is it just Fan Zhongyan's "worry about the world first, and enjoy the world later?" Is it just Li He's "Dark clouds are pressing the city to destroy, but the real armor is scattered"? Is it just Han Yu's "to eliminate disasters for saints, to decline and cherish the old"?
This is a poem of youth. In "Poetry of Youth", we wrote down the efforts and gains in the process of progress, and told the hardships and setbacks in growth. Life is short, and youth is shorter, just like a fleeting meteor. Although fleeting, it shines brilliantly. We are playing a colorful life in the dreamlike youth. We have found the ideal, goal and key of life. We use hard work and forge ahead to write its top gun, and use * * * and unruly to tell its lofty sentiments.
It was a passionate poem, which brought us colorful sun, tall and straight green trees, struggling footprints and a song.
This is a poem of friendship. Every picture pieced together by every wonderful fragment on campus is a poem. It makes our campus life full of warmth and happiness. There is no sadness of Li Qingzhao, no passion of Li Bai, no touching feeling of Meng Jiao, but there is everyone's sweat and unity, helping each other like brothers and sisters.
Tao Yuanming wrote a poem about rural life, "Picking chrysanthemums under the hedge and seeing Nanshan leisurely". Liu Yuxi proudly wrote a poem with his lofty dignity of "talking and laughing with a scholar, but not Ding Bai"; Gong Zizhen wrote a sad poem about her parting, "Love is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud to protect flowers." ...
I, on the other hand, want to write a poem about our campus friendship, a poem containing endless joy in life.
It is a poem of the years, with the changes of the four seasons and the coziness of spring.
The vitality of summer, the gentleness of autumn and the tranquility of winter, each shot is a poem, which makes us grow in the cycle of poetry.
It has a good start, a * * * and a low end. Just like life, the beginning of every life is joyful, with suffering and happiness, loss and happiness along the way.
Poetry is invisible, it is invisible in life. It is not the gorgeous rosy clouds on the picture scroll, the ripples on the calm lake, or the spring breeze blowing through the dancing willow branches. It is a life that has been honed and shined!
9. Write a 400-word composition based on a poem. In this unit, we learned poetry. A few friends and I formed a group to collect and appreciate poems.
I matched Wei's poem "Bird Sound Stream" with pictures and poems. This poem is about the moonlit scenery in the mountains in spring, and it is one of Wang Wei's many well-known landscape poems.
The main feature of Wang Wei's poems is also the artistic feature of many of Wang Wei's landscape poems: poets are very good at writing dynamics in the static state. In the first sentence, "people are idle and osmanthus flowers fall", there is movement in silence, and the dynamics of falling flowers reflect the silence of no one.
In the second sentence, "the night is quiet and the mountains are empty", the key point is the word spring. Whether it's flowers, bright moon or birds singing, it's all related to spring. The last two sentences are dynamic and static, and the contrast highlights the static described in the first two sentences.
The third sentence, "The moon rises to startle the birds", is written that the moonlight shines into the bird's nest, which makes the birds wake up and feel surprised: Is it the dawn in the east, and the day is coming? So they were surprised and asked each other to send out a song ... suddenly the moon got into a dark cloud and the birds nearby were silent. They fell asleep peacefully and no longer responded to the call of their distant companions. In the fourth sentence, "Time sings in the spring flow", the song is written with the word "time", which not only describes the characteristics of the scenery in great detail, but also creates a contrast between the dynamic and the static from the hearing, thus vividly setting off a more peaceful situation! Wang Wei's poems are fresh and natural, simple and pure, and the words seem ordinary.
However, the poems composed of these simple words have achieved extraordinary results: on the moonlit night in the spring in the mountains, everything is so harmonious, like a far-reaching ink painting. This tells us a truth: there is no need to pile up some gorgeous words when writing a composition. We can write a good article with plain language and clever ideas.
This is my favorite poem. General comment: The author has grasped the artistic features of Wang Wei's landscape poems, with well-organized narration and fluent language, which has brought us into the artistic conception of "painting in poetry and poetry in painting".
What is more gratifying is that the young author has a deep feeling in the process of appreciation: no matter how dull the language is, he can still write a good article as long as he has clever ideas.
10. 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. ...