Look at the time first and write a composition according to ancient poems. In the Book of Songs, a gentleman is in service and returns home in a few days. This poem means that my husband has been called up by the monarch and will be away for a long time. I don't know when he will be reunited with him. In this case, it means that you can't use the sun and the moon to calculate time. Similarly, there is a saying in Tao Qian's "Return to the Pastoral" that morning is good, and hoes take the bright moon home. Take the moon and fly over Daiyue. It's night here. Second, the moon has the function of setting off the atmosphere. In Li Yu's "Hui Huan", the moon is like a hook, and two sentences describe the scenery you see when you climb the stairs. The crescent moon is like a hook, and the shadow is locked, which is vivid and sad. Du Mu's "Bo Qinhuai" smoke cage cold water moon cage sand, night parking near Qinhuai restaurant, the first writer saw the scenery when staying at Qinhuai River overnight. It is the cold Qinhuai River filled with hazy mist, and the cold moonlight enveloped the beach, making the scenery look sad. The poet first brings people to a specific environment and atmosphere, giving people a strong attraction and appeal. At the same time, the description of the scenery in the twilight also reflects the author's sad mood. Third, the moon also has the function of expressing feelings and expressing emotions. Lyricizing by the bright moon is a common artistic means in poetry, but what I appreciate most throughout the ages is Li Bai's description of the moon. The moon is heartless and can't express any feelings, but Li Bai gives it life, personifies it, and regards it as a sympathetic, understanding and friendly messenger who can convey friendship. For example, when Li Bai heard that Wang Changling had moved to Longbiao Kiln, he wrote that I was worried about the bright moon and accompanied you to Yelangxi. Junior high school composition "Writing according to Ancient Poetry". Look at the bright moon hanging high in the sky and shining on the earth. You and I live in different parts of the world. We can't meet each other, but we can all see the bright moon in the sky. Then I will give this sad heart about you to the bright moon, and let it always accompany you and follow you to a distant foreign land. Li Bai, who wandered here, did not forget his friends on the way to relegation. He used the bright moon to express his sincere heart and greetings to his friends. In this poem, Li Bai's conception of the moon is novel and his description of the image of the moon is wonderful. No wonder Shen Deqian commented on these two poems in Qing Dynasty, saying that "the moon is projected into the cup", which was unique with a wave of his pen. This romantic writing embodies the fresh and elegant style of Li Bai's poems. It's a summer evening, the fiery red sun has been hidden behind the mountain, the rosy clouds have dyed the sky red, and the fishermen are rocking their boats and calling it a day. At this time, a clear and crisp song came from the depths of the forest. How loud it is! I saw a shepherd boy riding an old cow. You see, he is wearing a golden hat, with big black eyes flashing, and his round little face is full of bright smiles. He sat on the cow's back, his little feet were shaking happily, and he looked so lively and lovely. Cleisthenes, an old cow, cried loudly, as if praising the wonderful singing of the shepherd boy! When a crisp cicada came from a nearby willow, the shepherd boy was singing happily. Cicada interrupted the beautiful and loud singing of the shepherd boy. He stopped singing and listened carefully. The shepherd boy's desire to catch cicadas arises spontaneously. He patted the cow and pointed to the cicada in the tree. The bull got the message and approached the cicada carefully and slowly. Near, near, only one step away from cicada. However, the cicada did not feel the danger coming, and still showed her beautiful voice. The shepherd boy stood up slowly from the cow's back and approached the cicada gently with his hand. At that moment, the shepherd boy's hands folded forward, and the cicada creaked and became the shepherd boy's bag. The shepherd boy jumped down from the cow's back with a swish, showed his hand and smiled: Haha, who asked you to compete with me in singing? Now is a disaster! At this time, cicada, how can you just give up? It kept screaming and struggling in the hands of the shepherd boy, but even so, it didn't help. The shepherd boy smiled. He jumped on the cow's back and set foot on his way home. This scene was seen by Yuan Mei, a great poet who went out for a walk. Looking at the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but sing casually: the shepherd boy is riding an ox and singing loudly. Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently.
The quickest and most reliable way to overcome fear and build self-confidence is to do what you are afraid of until you have a successful experience.
2. Write a composition of 600 words early according to the poem "The Creation Background of Baidicheng" (one of the quotations).
In the spring of the second year of Tang Suzong (AD 759), Li Bai was exiled by the emperor because of the case of Li Lin in Wang Yong. When Li Bai went to Baidicheng via Sichuan, he suddenly received a pardon letter from the emperor. Li Bai was pleasantly surprised and immediately rowed the boat to Jiangling. So the title of this poem is also called Xiajiangling. This poem describes the author's joy and carefree mood at that time.
So:
In the second year of Gan Yuan (AD 759), Mr. Li Bai was determined to kill thieves and didn't understand politics. Wrong into the Wang Yong lilin shogunate, the result didn't and an Shi rebellion, Shi Siming's sons to play a game, just because there are other centers, and ate the hook! Be demoted to yelang. (that is, the name that Guizhou and Hunan are now vying for), fortunately, the ancient traffic was underdeveloped, and I went to Baidicheng, Sichuan, where Liu Bei died, and the emperor gave me an Amnesty, haha! The poet fairy is alive again!
Friends are here, let's celebrate! Drink it! Will enter the wine! Seeing that there was still hope for his career, after drinking, Comrade Li Bai got on the boat and went down to Jiangling to see if there was any further development. As a result, after drinking all night, I got on the boat in the fog and fell into the cabin, sleeping soundly. I didn't wake up from thirst on the road, but I fell asleep. I didn't leave the cabin until the ship stopped, huh? Here we are!
Great! Write a poem to celebrate:
Say goodbye to the colorful clouds in Baidicheng-the mist in the morning is dizzy like colorful clouds, and the clouds are dizzy!
It's so fast to go back to Jiangling a thousand miles a day, especially when you are drunk and sleeping!
The apes on both sides of the strait kept crying-they didn't leave the cabin, only heard the apes crying!
The canoe has passed Chung Shan Man-I didn't see the mountain, I overslept, hehe!
Brewmaster, the immortality of poetry and sword!
Pure hand tour, encourage it!
3. Write a composition according to the meaning of ancient poetry-the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers in the Ming Dynasty.
Spring flowers-a melancholy snow in Donglan, life is clear.
Spring night-it's already late at night, and the big dipper languishes in the south.
Spring water-Spring water is bluer than the sky. Draw a boat and listen to the rain.
Spring breeze-Spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan. When will the bright moon shine on me?
Spring-you can easily recognize the east wind, and all colors are always spring.
Spring scenery-try to see it from the detached platform, a flower city, half full of spring water.
Spring outing-Dongfeng knows that I want to travel around the mountains and blow away the rain accumulated between the eaves.
Spring thoughts-the spring heart is not * * * flowers contend for hair, even if this flame of love, is it only ashes? .
The silence of spring-the rain brought by spring tide comes late and comes in a hurry, and no one crosses the boat in the wild.
Spring sorrow-ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.
Spring dream-when you are on your pillow, you can travel thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River.
Spring resentment-natural infatuation in life, this resentment has nothing to do with romantic.
Returning to spring-falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more.
4. Ask for an essay adapted from an ancient poem. The wind is rustling and the water is cold. Autumn wind blows off leaves, and leaves fall into the water one after another. The river is slowly covered with red. The fiery red river and fallen leaves are doomed to be a chaotic autumn. A group of people came from the distant river path and mist. In the middle of the team is a prison car, which is heavily guarded before and after. Looking closely, behind the vicissitudes of smoke and dust, it turned out to be a face only 16 years old. This is Xia Wanchun. At this moment, the autumn wind is still blowing, the leaves are still flying, and the rustling river is still rippling after the leaves fall. Xia Wanchun's heart is like a river in the prison car. From the day Xia Wanchun was born, he was a Ming Dynasty man in his bones, and he was deeply proud of it. He has been his hero since he was a child. He can't forget the feeling of blood boiling when he first read Man Jiang Hong. He can't forget that when he came home by chance, his father ran around and insisted on the appreciation and expectation of Kang Qing. He can't forget the sad face when the teacher recited "The old country is surrounded by mountains, and the tide is lonely and empty". At that time, he planted a seed in his heart, and countless experiences nourished the seed, let it take root and sprout, and gradually became a towering tree, supporting his whole heart. The prison car is still bumping. Xia Wanchun stretched out his hand and brushed the straw from his forehead and found deja vu ahead. Revisiting the old place turned out to be such a general scene. Xia Wanchun's memory is becoming clearer and clearer. One day at the age of thirteen, he came home with excitement and tension and told his mother that he would join the anti-Qing team like his father. His mother was dazed for a moment, and then said nothing. Her mother seemed particularly silent that day. After packing, she told Xia Wanchun to go to bed early. That night, Xia Wanchun didn't sleep, just quietly listening to the repressed sobs under the lights outside. Then she burst into tears unconsciously. A 13-year-old child has the right to enjoy happiness, but is forced by reality to live a life of "Wan Li goes to Rongji and the mountains are flying". After three years of hard work, Xia Wanchun was finally trapped in this prison van. He really doesn't know whether to be thankful or sorry. The road became more and more familiar, and Xia Wanchun saw the crowd. Suddenly, he found his mother in the crowd. He doesn't know that three years can make a person so old. When the fog cleared, Xia Wanchun saw the confusion in her mother's eyes. She kept running after the prison car, calling her son's name. Xia Wanchun has mixed feelings. He grabbed the railing of the prison car and shouted to his mother, "Be loyal to the country!" " These were the last words that Xia Wanchun's mother said to him when he left home three years ago. He regards it as his eternal belief. Mother heard and understood, because she stopped. At that moment, my mother, whose hair was blown away by the wind, stood by the bleak Songjiang River, and the leaves behind her were intertwined. This picture is instantly frozen and becomes eternal. Xia Wanchun couldn't bear such sadness, and finally turned to face the front. Three years later, she burst into tears again. You can know that the spring road is close, and it is difficult to leave the homeland. Yi Bo returns, see the spirit flag in the air! "When Xia Wanchun almost tried his best to shout out these four poems, he smiled. At this time, he, like Yue Fei, his eternal hero, really has no regrets. This is destined to be a hero's season, just like a burning river is like life, and fallen leaves are like life. Comments: Appreciation is to put the true self-emotion into the poet's blood and boil and burn together. According to the content and emotion of the original poem, combined with the poet's life experience and the background of writing this poem, the author set up specific scenes and situations, and turned the concise poem into a heavy prose. In addition, the psychological description is particularly delicate and vivid. This kind of psychology is integrated with all the scenes, people and things around it, so it is true and credible, and the desperate but still heroic pride can also infect people.