Spring is a fantasy universe and a paradise for poetry! Miss Chun came in a spring car, bringing with her a fairy wand that can revive the earth and a cloud doll that can add color to the sky! Spring girl flies everywhere and brings fragrance: the grass is green, the flowers are red, and the river is blue ... Spring girl said to the cloud dolls, "I want to test you. Now I am in Jiangnan to see who can skillfully tell the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan. If it is the best, I will reward it! " "Cloud doll happily agreed. Yun Xiaomei said, "Would you please listen to us? "Everyone agreed.
So they vividly said, "In spring in the south of the Yangtze River, birds are singing everywhere, leaves are green, flowers are red, and villages by the water and battlements at the foot of the mountain are faintly visible." "Cloud doll began to climb the mountain, just then it began to rain in Mao Mao.
This light rain, like cow hair, did not affect their climbing at all, but added interest to their play. Climbing to the top of the mountain, looking from afar, Jiangnan is like a silky Chinese painting, pointing to the intoxicating beauty of Jiangnan. Brother Yun couldn't help but sigh: "There are more than 480 temples left over from the Southern Dynasties. How many terraces are shrouded in clouds and rain?" "
This is really: thousands of miles of warblers sing green and reflect red, and the water town is full of wine flags. More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.
2. Jiang Nanchun's ancient poems were rewritten into compositions. I rode a donkey alone, climbed mountains and waded through hardships.
Finally came to the vast Jiangnan. Ah, Jiangnan is so beautiful! Orioles are singing everywhere, and the branches of willows are sprouting and emitting light green.
Beautiful scenery, birds and flowers. In the field, farmers are transplanting rice seedlings in the field; On the lake, every boat is staggering forward, and fishermen are casting nets to fish; The town is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with people coming and going and heavy traffic. Restaurants and merchants on both sides of the street come and go, and all kinds of wine flags flutter gently in the spring breeze.
Climbing high and overlooking, there are countless large and small temples in the distance, and the momentum is very huge. Rain flows like a layer of light smoke in the spring breeze, and countless terraces are silent in this misty rain.
As if washed away the dust. I relaxed again, forgot all my troubles, and let myself walk into this beautiful spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River.
3. Rewriting ancient poems Rewriting & gt
Heaven, like a pool of clear water, is pure and lovely. The air is filled with silk and white clouds. Mountain, green seems to drip down. The water is full and soft. The earth was painted a hazy green.
Did you get a look at him? The oriole dances with the green leaves. Did you hear that? Larks sing with the spring breeze. The willows spread their hair in a high bun and swayed in the wind. Peach blossom, apricot blossom, spring day, lily, lily of the valley grass … unrestrained red, passionate orange, elegant white, aloof purple, quiet yellow … unexpectedly open and compete with each other.
Until noon, the sunshine became more and more fierce. The sleeping mountains seem to be suddenly awakened. There are calls from parents to let their children go home everywhere, and the shouts of businessmen are very lively. Oh, dear! A strong smell of wine wafted over, refreshing. You follow the smell and sound of wine. Turning a mountain, I immediately saw a small town not far away, which was louder and more fragrant. Even, you can vaguely see the wine flags fluttering in the wind, leisurely, as if to show off how comfortable and happy people's lives in the city are.
In the afternoon, lead clouds covered the whole sky. Rain, it's raining, it's raining, it's hazy You see, the rain is accompanied by the wind, and the waves on the river are rough, crushing the projections of mountains and rivers, towns, flowers and trees. Looking around, the magnificent temple buildings are looming in the mist.
4. Rewrite ancient poetry, like a pool of water, pure blue, lovely blue. The air is filled with silk and white clouds. Mountain, green seems to drip down. The water is full and soft. The earth was painted a hazy green.
Did you get a look at him? The oriole dances with the green leaves. Did you hear that? Larks sing with the spring breeze. The willows spread their hair in a high bun and swayed in the wind. Peach blossom, apricot blossom, spring day, lily, lily of the valley grass … unrestrained red, passionate orange, elegant white, aloof purple, quiet yellow … unexpectedly open and compete with each other.
Until noon, the sunshine became more and more fierce. The sleeping mountains seem to be suddenly awakened. There are calls from parents to let their children go home everywhere, and the shouts of businessmen are very lively. Oh, dear! A strong smell of wine wafted over, refreshing. You follow the smell and sound of wine. Turning a mountain, I immediately saw a small town not far away, which was louder and more fragrant. Even, you can vaguely see the wine flags fluttering in the wind, leisurely, as if to show off how comfortable and happy people's lives in the city are.
In the afternoon, lead clouds covered the whole sky. Rain, it's raining, it's raining, it's hazy You see, the rain is accompanied by the wind, and the waves on the river are rough, crushing the projections of mountains and rivers, towns, flowers and trees. Looking around, the magnificent temple buildings are looming in the mist.
5. Rewrite "Jiangnan Spring" into narrative speed ~ ~ ~ I sat by the river, holding the tree in one hand and the gazebo in the other, looking at the distance.
The vast south of the Yangtze River shows me beautiful scenery. My eyes gradually moved to the distance in the gentle chirping of the baby.
Behind the small stone bridge are willows dancing in the wind. The shadow of the willow tree is projected on the clear stream, like a girl in a green skirt dancing in the wind.
Under the willow, there are clusters of flowers. Bright flowers are red, adding a red necklace to the earth.
In the forest farm by the water, a beautiful girl went to the river to wash clothes with a wooden basin. Long and white hands kept shaking, and the water supply was put on a silver-white jade chain.
In the wall of the mountain, there are wine flags fluttering in the wind everywhere, which seems to be warmly welcoming guests. There are temples full of cigarettes everywhere. Listen carefully, there are bursts of voices coming.
The thin rain and the curling smoke blend together, reflecting thousands of pavilions and pavilions in Qian Qian, looming, casting a faint veil over the south of the Yangtze River. High and low pavilions are hazy and mysterious in the misty rain
Oh, what a beautiful Jiangnan! I look back. Your Majesty, why do you want to build so many Buddhist temples? Don't just seek pleasure, but run the country more.
The Buddha will only bless a peaceful and hardworking country.
6. Rewrite Jiangnan Spring into a 400-word essay 1. Jiangnan is now a beautiful spring scenery.
Spring in the south of the Yangtze River is no better than spring in the north. In the spring here, birds and flowers are everywhere, and there are songs and laughter everywhere.
The golden vegetables in the farmland are in full bloom, thousands of miles away. Apples on the roadside are blooming, snow blue and very rich; Plum blossoms are also in bloom, and small white flowers are attached to the branches and become bouquets; Peach blossoms are pink, like a little girl's little face ... A pair of orioles fly by in the distance and sing all the way.
And the green grass has spread from our feet to the sky, dyeing the clouds in the sky green. We got off the boat and came to the foot of a temple along a path.
The temple is on a high mountain. We walked slowly up the steep, winding and narrow stone road.
I can't see any scenery at the foot of the mountain, but it is covered with thick and tall trees. Bypassing these trees, a big house appeared in front of us. There are two huge stone statues in front of the house, which are probably the legendary Kirin. Much like a lion.
Walking in, there are two tall and mighty statues on both sides. I think that's King Kong. They are a dignified person with different weapons in their hands. Walking in again, there is a big Buddha in front, which is Guanyin with a thousand hands.
She has many magic weapons that are said to be very powerful. Of course, Guanyin's favorite porcelain bottle is indispensable, and the porcelain bottle also has several green wickers. It's just that the idol of Guanyin has become very useless.
Several other halls are about to collapse. There is a sadness in our hearts.
Out of the Thousand Hands Guanyin Temple, we came to the highest peak of this temple. Just then, it began to rain lightly.
Misty rain enveloped the whole temple and the whole mountain in the wind and rain. I feel the whole temple shivering in the wind and rain.
Looking at the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River from a distance, it is also foggy. In places we can't see, I think there should be many temples that are both southern dynasties swaying in the wind and rain. Their glory days are long gone.
Down from the mountain, I went back to the boat and wrote a poem called "Jiangnan Spring": Ti Ying is green and red, and the water town is full of wine flags. More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.
After writing this poem, I sighed a long time, and our ship set off slowly again ... finally, spring came in the north. Occasionally holding a roll of Tang poetry, wandering quietly on the campus path is actually to find a reason to enjoy this rare spring scenery.
Absent-minded browsing, suddenly, a familiar sentence jumped into my eyes: at sunrise, the river is redder than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue. Why don't you remember Jiangnan? How can Jiangnan, who gave birth to me and raised me, not remember? March is already spring, and Jiangnan has grown. Plants withered for a winter, endured a winter struggle, struggled for a winter, saved a winter, smelled the breath of spring, broke the bondage, and showed their infinite energy.
Therefore, the germination of germination, the extraction of leaves and the competition of flowers interpret the vigorous spring in the south of the Yangtze River. The sunshine is moved by it, and it gently spreads enthusiasm; Ti Ying was dyed green by it, chattering noisily; Even the laziest people are dragged into the wild by it.
The breeze occasionally swept the wind chimes under the eaves, and a string of wind worries leaked. Gentleman-like swallows are busy holding soft mud and building their own happiness.
However, Jiangnan in the rain is the most accurate Jiangnan. Suddenly it began to rain, as hazy as fog, as fine as the stitches of mother's shoes and as warm as mother's smile.
In this way, it quietly caged the mountain villages and distant mountains in the south of the Yangtze River, making the vision hazy into a simple landscape painting. Farmers wear hats and hemp fiber, shouting at cows, writing fairy tales in autumn back and forth, and waves of mud stirring farmers' expectations.
Silk rain is like a curtain, and farmers are the protagonists in front of them. The rain in the south of the Yangtze River is always as long as the wool in the lover's hand.
A little bigger. Ripple is like an ancient musical instrument. Raindrops gently touch it, playing a classical Jiangnan spring song, winding our hearts, so that we can enjoy the spring in Jiangnan every time.
Look, in an antique corner, a red umbrella flashed by, and then slowly drifted away. In a distant corner, it suddenly turned a corner and disappeared. Another little boy, walking in a wet alley, crossed the alley cunningly. Perhaps, he was scolded by his dear mother.
In this rainy lane, people meet unexpectedly, and then go their separate ways, leaving only a thousand years of sighs and heartbeats. How many melancholy memories are stuck by the water drops in front of the eaves and stored in a hole on the bluestone board.
It's been raining for a long time, and it's getting bigger, and there is a feeling of carefree dripping. The ridge is muddy.
Farmers have long gone home to rest, and now they are leisurely spitting smoke rings. But children are restless.
Look, is that child's foot stuck in the mud? He just put his shoes in his hand and stepped on the muddy road like dough with excitement. Hey, how did the mud escape from his feet like a loach? This is a wonderful discovery. Then I left a string of crisp smiles and went home.
Jiangnan, finally drunk in the rain, flashing dim lights, can't tell the boundary between heaven and earth outside the house. Then, as soon as I fell down, I had a lingering night with the rain in my dream.
7. The ancient poem "Jiangnan Spring" was changed into vernacular Chinese. In March, Jiangnan was foggy and rainy. In the warm sunshine, the spring flowers have sprouted and turned green. At this time, it is the season of singing and dancing in the south of China. Cherish spring, everything is beautiful and short. The dust has dissipated, the water mist in the air is hazy, the soil is scattered, and the flowers reveal a refreshing fragrance. Jiangnan at this time is full of vitality.
People on foot linger in the footsteps of spring. Villages by the water, battlements by the mountains and wine flags fluttering in the wind are pleasing to the eye everywhere in the south of the Yangtze River in spring. The smell of wine wafted from the small shop across the river. Shallow rivers can pass through stones. Drink a cup of stunning, a few cups of Taoran, let me indulge in the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan in this misty rain in March.
I am immersed in lakes and mountains, and my feeling of history is increasing. Is it because of the rain that the temples in the Southern Dynasties blurred their vision in the confusion of history? Or is this once raindrop in front of you? How many mountain temples reflect the rise and fall of history? Today, the Southern Dynasties, where Buddhism flourished, has passed away, and the temples remain the same. Today, they are still sought after by Buddhism. However, the Southern Dynasties, which built these temples, only left this pagoda behind and drifted away in the eyes of the world.
8. Rewrite "Jiang Nanchun quatrains" into prose "Jiang Nanchun" Author: Deng Fushou Finally, this northern spring has come. Occasionally holding a roll of Tang poetry, wandering quietly on the campus path is actually to find a reason to enjoy this rare spring scenery. Absent-minded browsing, suddenly, a familiar sentence jumped into my eyes: at sunrise, the river is redder than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue. Why don't you remember Jiangnan? How can Jiangnan, who gave birth to me and raised me, not remember? March is already spring, and Jiangnan has grown. Plants withered for a winter, endured a winter struggle, struggled for a winter, saved a winter, smelled the breath of spring, broke the bondage, and showed their infinite energy. Therefore, the germination of germination, the extraction of leaves and the competition of flowers interpret the vigorous spring in the south of the Yangtze River. The sunshine is moved by it, and it gently spreads enthusiasm; Ti Ying was dyed green by it, chattering noisily; Even the laziest people are dragged into the wild by it. The breeze occasionally swept the wind chimes under the eaves, and a string of wind worries leaked. Gentleman-like swallows are busy holding soft mud and building their own happiness. However, Jiangnan in the rain is the most accurate Jiangnan. Suddenly it began to rain, as hazy as fog, as fine as the stitches of mother's shoes and as warm as mother's smile. In this way, it quietly caged the mountain villages and distant mountains in the south of the Yangtze River, making the vision hazy into a simple landscape painting. Farmers wear hats and hemp fiber, shouting at cows, writing fairy tales in autumn back and forth, and waves of mud stirring farmers' expectations. Silk rain is like a curtain, and farmers are the protagonists in front of them. The rain in the south of the Yangtze River is always as long as the wool in the lover's hand. A little bigger. Ripple is like an ancient musical instrument. Raindrops gently touch it, playing a classical song of Jiangnan Spring Day, winding our hearts, so that we can enjoy Jiangnan Spring Day every moment. Look, in an antique corner, a red umbrella flashed by, and then slowly drifted away. In a distant corner, it suddenly turned a corner and disappeared. Another little boy, walking in a wet alley, crossed the alley cunningly. Perhaps, he was scolded by his dear mother. In this rainy lane, people meet unexpectedly, and then go their separate ways, leaving only a thousand years of sighs and heartbeats. How many melancholy memories are stuck by the water drops in front of the eaves and stored in a hole on the bluestone board. It's been raining for a long time, and it's getting bigger, and there is a feeling of carefree dripping. The ridge is muddy. Farmers have long gone home to rest, and now they are leisurely spitting smoke rings. But children are restless. Look, is that child's foot stuck in the mud? He just put his shoes in his hand and stepped on the muddy road like dough with excitement. Hey, how did the mud escape from his feet like a loach? This is a wonderful discovery. Then I left a string of crisp smiles and went home. Jiangnan, finally drunk in the rain, flashing dim lights, can't tell the boundary between heaven and earth outside the house. Then autumn, and then lingering with the rain all night in the dream. ...