In our life, work and study, when it comes to ancient poetry, we are all familiar with it. In a broad sense, ancient poetry refers to all the poems in China before the Opium War, which corresponds to the modern new poems from the west in modern times. So what kind of ancient poems are good? The following are seven rewriting compositions of ancient poems that I have compiled for you, for reference only, hoping to help you. 1
Students, China can be a country of poetry with a long history and rich connotations. "I am familiar with 3 Tang poems, and I can sing if I can't write poems." It is of great benefit to read more ancient poems to improve our literary foundation.
Although the old saying goes, "Read it a hundred times, and you can see its meaning", it is far from enough to learn ancient poetry by reciting it. Today, we are going to learn a new method, which combines the study of ancient poems with exercises, that is, "rewriting ancient poems".
Rewriting is a kind of composition training that changes the expression form or part of the original text. The process of rewriting is a new conception process, a new tailoring process and a new layout process, which is a more difficult writing training.
to rewrite ancient poems, we should achieve "three essentials".
1. Understand the artistic conception of ancient poetry
2. Grasp the original meaning of ancient poetry
3. Develop a reasonable imagination
The first two sentences of Xugongdian in Suxinshi, "The hedge is sparse all the way, and the flowers on the top of the tree are not shaded", point out the background of children catching butterflies. Fences and paths point out that this is the countryside; "Flowers fall before they become cloudy" and "cauliflower" in the sentence indicate that this is the late spring season. Therefore, we should grasp the specific time and place when rewriting.
In the last two sentences, "Children rush to chase after Huang Die and fly into cauliflower where they can't be found", the poet turns the colored pen into the center of the picture to depict the happy scene of children catching butterflies, which is the vivid place of this poem. "Rush" and "chase" mean to run and chase quickly. These two verbs are very vivid, which vividly depict children's innocent and lively, curious and competitive manner and psychology, while "flying into cauliflower and nowhere to find it" suddenly turns the moving scene into stillness. The word "nowhere to find" leaves the reader room for imagination and aftertaste, as if a child who is at a loss in the face of a golden cauliflower has emerged in front of us. Therefore, it is necessary to develop a reasonable imagination here, grasp the child's movements and demeanor, imagine the child's language, and enrich the ancient poems. In this way, the connotation expressed by the ancient poems can be highlighted.
When rewriting, we should pay attention to the following points:
(1) Don't just translate poems.
(2) The rewritten content cannot be divorced from the original artistic conception of ancient poetry.
(3) Imagination and innovation can be carried out appropriately on the basis of conforming to the original intention of ancient poetry.
(4) Proper use of certain rhetorical devices, such as metaphor and personification, can make the rewritten text more vivid.
(5) When describing characters, language description, psychological description and action description can be used appropriately.
(6) Supplementary background materials. When rewriting some ancient poems, you can also supplement the background materials of seasonal characteristics, weather conditions, geographical environment, character identity, causes and so on according to the content characteristics of poems and your own understanding. In this way, we can further make the rewritten content more specific and vivid.
Generally speaking, on the basis of in-depth understanding of ancient poetry, as long as the meaning of the poem can be properly translated, the artistic conception of the poem can be fully imagined and appreciated, the feelings of the characters can be harmoniously integrated, and relevant background materials can be naturally added, the rewritten exercise will certainly be concrete and vivid. Although it is no longer a genre of poetry after rewriting, it is still full of poetry and can give people beautiful artistic enjoyment.
Example: Rewriting Wulingchun
The sun sets, and today will pass again. And you still haven't combed your already gray bun, even though it is so messy. You are sitting in front of the window, frowning, and your cheeks are covered with dried tears.
The wind outside the window has stopped, and the petals are scattered all over the floor, but the fragrance of flowers still exists in the dust. "Flowers are similar year after year, but people are different year after year." Tears rolled down from your eyes again. Sentimental Li Yian, are you being kind for this withered hundred flowers and the remnants of Britain everywhere? Perhaps they touched the sadness in your heart again? The sorrow of national mourning, the pain of family breaking, and the sorrow of husband's death are twined in your heart. "If you keep cutting, the reason is still chaotic, it is sorrow, and you don't have a taste in your heart." In the face of this scene, you can only share the bitterness alone. Every time you think about it, tears will roll down, and you will still fall on the table with tears.
Suddenly, you remember listening to your friends say that Shuangxi River is a good place for sightseeing, and you are planning to go there to swim in a canoe to relieve your sadness. Suddenly, you lament: "I'm afraid of both." How heavy is the sorrow in your heart? Li Yu wrote the length of the sorrow: "How much sorrow can you have, just like a river flowing eastward." Li Bai wrote the superposition of sorrow: "but since water still flows, though we cut it with our swords, and sorrows return, though we drown them with wine." But sorrow is in your heart, but it has such a weight that it weighs heavily on your heart.
in a flash, you burst into tears again!
Immortal Insomnia
Zhang Xiaofeng
He failed the list! 12 years ago. The list is so big and long, however, there is no his name. Ah! Unexpectedly, his name "Zhang Ji" can't be accommodated alone.
the names of the people who passed the exam are written on the list one by one, which is well known all over the world. Strangely, in his feeling, it is well known that he failed the exam, which made him feel ashamed and depressed.
leave Beijing! After negotiating the price, he set foot on the boat. Originally, the expected plot was not like this. Originally, there might have been an affair of arranging flowers and tramping on the streets, and the glory of returning home with clothes and robes. However, in the ten years of cold window, although he had a thorn in his side, he did not have a corner seat at the Qionglin banquet.
the ship is sailing like the wind.
Jiang Feng was like a fire, holding a cold flame on the shore. At dusk, the boat arrived in Suzhou. However, this beautiful ancient city is nothing more than another place to touch the sad feelings for Zhang.
if there is anything to do during the day, for a scholar, it is reading! What about at night? You should sleep at night in order to keep your spirits up and read it the next day. However, tonight is a sad night. Tonight, in a foreign land, by the river, in the season of cold autumn and high geese, allow a down-and-out taxi to indulge his sadness. River water can contain the tears of all the people who have been unhappy through the ages indefinitely.
On such a night, I sat cruelly and listened to the sound of my heart being eaten by something and disappearing. And watch your life like a remnant lamp in the strong wind, all your strength is spent resisting, the oil is running out, and the small fire may go out every moment. However, what is hateful is that it has never been gorgeous and splendid all its life!
the river is asleep, the boat is asleep, the boatman is asleep, and the people on the shore are asleep. Only he, Zhang Ji, can't sleep. The deeper the night, the more awake, awake as a dead tree with fallen leaves, like an empty nest where Liang Yanfei went.
at first, it was sleep that rejected him. (Let it be, haven't you been rejected everywhere in your life? ) Then, he was angry. Well, if you don't sleep, you won't sleep. If you wake up all night, you will simply examine yourself thoroughly. Why not?
the moon is slanting to the west, and it looks like it is listless. There is a crow, rough and hoarse, it is a crow. The moon was darkened by its frequent cries. On the bank of the river, I think it's frost and grass. In the night sky, the planetesimals are like clear frost, and the grains are scattered and desolate.
Now that the beard and horn are on the brow, he feels as if he is getting cold. The gloomy and hostile chill is waiting for the frosty flowers in early autumn to decorate his bleak young face.
fishing and fire on the river. What are they doing? Fishing, right Or, shrimp? Will they also cast an empty net? The world is hard! Even a smart fisherman can't help but throw himself into the storm, can he? However, it is also a kind of happiness to work hard! Tonight, the moon shines, the frost cools, the people who feel at ease are sleeping, and the people who work go to work. I, Zhang Ji, am the only one who doesn't accept anything. I have neither the right to work nor the blessing to sleep. A bell rang. This strange bell rang in Hanshan Temple in the middle of the night. In general, temples are full of drums and morning bells, and Hanshan Temple knocks "midnight bell" to shock the world. The bell came close to the water. To others, the sound was just the vague background music in sleep. In him, however, one by one hit the heart, right in the middle. The bell is so beautiful, but does it hurt or not? Since he couldn't sleep, he pushed his pillow up and wrote the word "a night-mooring near maple bridge" in the dark. Then, just copy down the remaining 28 characters. I say "copy" because those 28 words have stood out in his heart like black words on a white wall:
frosty night,
Jiang Feng, fishing for fire and worrying about sleep.
Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City,
The bell rings at midnight to the passenger ship.
Thank God, if Zhang Ji didn't come last, there would be a good poem missing in the history of poetry, and no one would come to tell us the truth about our certain mood.
1,2 years have passed. Who was the number one scholar on that long list (that is, the gold medal list that Zhang Ji couldn't squeeze into)? Ha! Whoever he is. The name that is really remembered is "Zhang Ji, the laggard". Will anyone remember the grand scene of the champion's parade in red? No! We only remember the frustrated man on the passenger ship in autumn night and his immortal insomnia. Today, I went to the countryside to enjoy the beautiful scenery, and unconsciously, I walked into the scenic Lushan Mountain. There are clouds everywhere on the mountain. Sometimes, the clouds are rising, drowning the whole Lushan Mountain in the vast sea of clouds. Sometimes, you can see the scene of "waterfall clouds". Sometimes it flows into the valley like a trickle, and sometimes it is like a rushing river, surging, flying down and rushing thousands of miles. Not only is it a sea of clouds, but Lushan Waterfall is also a "celebrity". The spring water gathered from the mountain passes through the mountains and stone steps, folded into three folds, with a total length of nearly 1 meters. It flies down from a high hill like a water curtain hanging in the air.
I moved on, shuttling through the rolling mountains. Those mountains seemed to "change their faces". Looking sideways, they were spectacular mountains, but looking sideways, they became majestic peaks. When you are in this beautiful Lushan Mountain, whether you look at it from a distance, from a close distance, or from a high place or from a low place, you see a completely different scene, as if you saw a "face-changing king", one moment it became like this, and then it became like that.
"wow! Wow! " Fairy Cave, Sandie Spring, Bailu Cave, Tianchi ... These spectacular scenes make people's eyes overwhelmed and amazed. The only fly in the ointment is that I can't figure out the true face of Mr. Lu at all. Is it "as beautiful as flowers and jade"? Or "handsome"? I am in Lushan Mountain, but I can't guess what it looks like. It's really a mystery to the authorities!
This trip to Lushan Mountain is really a wonderful trip to broaden my horizons. Suddenly, I was full of poetry.
I took out my carving knife and carved it on the stone wall: "Looking at the side of the mountain horizontally, it becomes a peak, and the distance is different. I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but I am only in this mountain. " And named it "Title Xilin Wall".
Spring is all over the world, green grass is pleasing to the eye, red flowers are pleasing to the eye, and the February spring scenery in Jiangnan is charming.
in the quiet forest, birds are singing together. Slightly moist air, brewing the fragrance of flowers.
Spring returns to the earth, and the spring breeze is gratifying. The warm spring breeze is full of vitality.
Spring is beautiful. Under the blue sky, flowers and trees are thriving, and they are full of indelible spring.
the drizzle moistens the weeping willows. The long branches of willows gently brushed the bank and made ripples on the water.
The water surface that has been scratched is sparkling under the sunlight. Ripples gradually disappeared in the calm water, leaving slender branches.
there are breezes and smoke from the kitchen.
in a blink of an eye, it's dusk. The setting sun makes the shadows of trees grow long.
A "I'm back" broke the charming spring scenery and put innocence and childlike interest into it.
A group of children cheered and hopped home from school. After eating in a hurry, I ran from home to the wilderness.
what are they doing out again?
oh, it turns out that they want to take advantage of the warm spring breeze to put kites in the sky.
In the sky, there are countless kites: the "big carp" wagging its tail, the "white rabbit" bouncing around, and the "eagle" hovering high in the air ...
In the early spring in the south of the Yangtze River, the scenery is beautiful and people are more beautiful. 4
When Zhang Ji was very young, he was far away from his hometown. By the time he was twenty-five or six years old, he had experienced a wandering life. Running around all the year round, wandering in a foreign land.
On a silent night, after dinner, Zhang Ji sat in the yard and enjoyed the bright moonlight. The round moon hung high in the sky, adding infinite vitality to the dim earth.
as he watched, suddenly an autumn wind blew, and Zhang Ji was shivering with cold. He had to go back to the room and find an old cotton-padded jacket sewn for him by his mother when he left.
He looked at the cotton-padded jacket and remembered his elderly mother. So he picked up a brush and wrote on the paper: Mother, how are you? It's getting cold, so you should put on more clothes to avoid catching cold. Please don't worry about me, I'm fine. How's the family harvest this year? ..... seems to have a lot to say, but I don't know where to start.
The next day, as soon as the sun climbed up the mountainside, Zhang Ji handed the letter to Wang's second hand.
When Wang Er was about to say goodbye to him, Zhang Ji took the letter back, opened it and checked it again and again, adding: You should live a happy life every day, don't be unhappy for a little thing ... After writing this, Zhang Ji gave the letter to Wang Er, who rode away at a gallop.
Zhang Ji looked at Wang Er who was far away, and his heart was both happy and sad. Happily, my mother can read her letter; Sadly, I don't know when I can return to my hometown. 5
In a small mountain village, there lived a famous poet, He Zhizhang, and He Zhizhang studied hard. Finally, one year, at the age of 37, He Zhizhang was admitted to the Jinshi, so he bid farewell to his hometown and went to other places to become an official.
time flies, and decades have passed quickly. One day, after He Zhizhang got up, he picked up the mirror and looked at himself in the mirror. His appearance had changed. He saw that his temples were white. Although his original voice had not changed, he was old. He Zhizhang missed his hometown very much and resigned. He Zhizhang took a carriage and returned to his hometown. His hometown was still beautiful, and the houses were neatly built. The houses were neat and the grass was green. Numerous butterflies and bees were attracted to dance among the flowers. At this time, He Zhizhang saw several children playing games, and one of them saw a child standing next to him.