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. Rewrite an ancient poem (Spring Day) into a 400-word composition. On a sunny day, I came to Surabaya to visit the beautiful scenery. There are flowers in full bloom and the smell is fragrant. The mountains in the distance are high and low, looming. A waterfall falls from the sky, just as the title of a poem written by Li Bai is "Suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days". There is also a stream at the foot of the mountain. The stream is crystal clear, and small fish and shrimps are playing in it.
In the distance, a small village is hidden among the flowers, and the flowers are overflowing. People all know that there is a spring breeze, but to really see it, we must see it through the colorful scenes of blooming flowers, green grass and sprouting young trees. . Who woke them up? Oh! It turns out that Miss Chun woke them up with her gentle hands!
Spring has come, and the spring breeze has blown the flowers away, and there are flowers everywhere. With the spring breeze, there is this boundless beauty!
The Wind of the Four Seasons has been rewritten into a 400-word composition.
Spring breeze can bring warmth, the warm sunshine urges farmers to cultivate, the skirts are slightly shaken by the wind, and there are flowers from other places from time to time;
The summer wind shakes plants and trees, which shows the prosperity of nature. Standing by the pond, you can still smell the lotus fragrance floating from the other side.
Autumn wind mixed with autumn rain adds a bit of coolness to the night. The wind and rain in autumn are continuous, blowing the leaves leisurely, as if dancing;
The winter wind is like a furious tiger. You must close the window when reading in the study. The winter wind howled all day and the birds were hiding.
The wind of the four seasons also refers to:
Soft wind, smoky wind, golden wind and north wind.
They are the winds of spring, summer, autumn and winter.
4. I want a composition that changes ancient poems, and I hope that 400 words can be adopted ~ ~ ~ rewrite "Like a Dream". One summer morning, Li Qingzhao sat alone in an antique pavilion and looked at the beautiful scenery in the lake. I couldn't help but think of the scene of drinking and enjoying flowers with my friends the other day.
It was a summer afternoon. Li Qingzhao and her friends rowed, swam around the lake and enjoyed the scenery. In the middle of the lake, green eyes are everywhere, and lotus leaves are squeezed on the water like handfuls of umbrellas.
Blossoming delicate lotus flowers appear in various forms from the middle of the lotus leaf, like flawless jade. There is only a white bud in the green, shy and in bud; Some are only half open, some petals are scattered, and some are surrounded by stamens, just like a beauty in a gown, a person who "hides half a face behind the guitar from us"; Dancing like a girl in white; Those petals have fallen off, revealing green lotus flowers. The small holes in the lotus seeds seem to be small mouths, opening their throats and shouting, "I am mature, come and pick them!" " Lotus gives off a fresh and elegant fragrance, attracting butterflies to play.
In the clear lake, small fish are jumping happily, and ripples appear on the lake. Li Qingzhao and her friends rowed the boat and drove in the lotus leaves, smelling the fragrance, and couldn't help singing: "The lotus pond is quiet …" Li Qingzhao and her friends enjoyed the beautiful scenery, sang songs and drank wine, and were intoxicated by the lotus pictures in summer.
Time flies, the setting sun gradually converges its light and becomes gentle, like a soft red lantern hanging on the horizon. Li Qingzhao and her friends found that it was already dark. Li Qingzhao quickly said, "It's getting dark. You'll be anxious if you don't go back to your parents."
"That's right." Friends echoed in succession.
Li Qingzhao picked up the paddle and rowed desperately. Her friend also shouted, "Row! Row quickly! " However, because it was dark, Li Qingzhao was drunk again and mistakenly rowed the boat into the depths of the lotus. Everyone rowed and rowed in a hurry, almost overturning the boat and splashing a lot of water. Waterbirds parked nearby were startled by the splashing water, spread their white wings and flew.
Some of them flapped their wings and flew into the sky, some flew for a while and stopped on the beach on the shore, some hovered in the air and sang songs, as if blaming them for disturbing their dreams. Thinking of this, Li Qingzhao was so angry that she couldn't help chanting: If you dream, you always remember the sunset in Xiting, and you don't know where to go.
Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng. How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu.
Rewrite the Yellow Crane Tower to bid farewell to Meng Haoran's beautiful spring scenery in March, and Li Bai's good friend Meng Haoran will take a boat to Yangzhou. Li Bai came to the Yangtze River to see Meng Haoran off.
Li Bai said, "Brother Meng, a thousand words can't replace my feeling of saying goodbye to you. We are going to part here, I hope you will go all the way. "
Meng Haoran said, "There is no such thing as a banquet that must come to an end, but reunion is fate. Then we will get together and have a good drink. Take care! " After that, Meng Haoran put his luggage on his back, set foot on the boat and waved goodbye to Li Bai. Li Bai watched the boat leave until it disappeared into the horizon, but he still refused to leave for a long time.
He looked around at the green willows and flowers in bud, and could not help but be poetic. He wrote the poem "Yellow Crane Tower Farewell Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou": An old friend said goodbye to the West Yellow Crane Tower, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.
The month of rewriting "Qiu Si" is like a jade plate embedded in the sky shrouded by a curtain, which is extremely bright against the starlight. I can't help looking up in the autumn night.
The cool breeze blows gently, the maple leaves keep swaying, and the fallen leaves dance with the wind. I breathed a sigh of relief and saw some white smoke-it was cold. Did my family wear more coats and quilts? My thoughts echoed in my heart. In the dark night, I seem to see the kind and expecting faces of my family and the waiting eyes at home.
Write a letter to your family and ask if they are safe. Maybe it's because of the cold weather, and my thoughts can't help rising.
Prepare paper, ink, pen and inkstone. There are countless ideas in my heart, but I don't know where to start. Seeing the autumn leaves swaying outside the window, I seem to be telling my thoughts about my hometown.
The bright moon reflected the way home, and the maple leaves fluttered in the wind. For a moment, all my thoughts turned into ink and spilled on the paper. I wrote carefully, domesticated my long-cherished thoughts into vast handwriting and flowed out carefully.
A little sweet, a little bitter, a little yearning, a little worried ... come to mind together, which is hard to argue. Time slipped away when I told my thoughts. I can't wait to rush to the post office regardless of the weather and post this letter with my thoughts.
When the courier was about to hit the road, paragraphs after paragraphs popped up in my mind, and pictures after pictures got into my mind. I immediately took the letter back, opened the envelope, listened to the "rustling" sound of the wind blowing through the stationery, and took my thoughts to the distance.
I'm afraid I haven't written all my thoughts, turning my troubles into questions and greetings and putting my thoughts on ink. I polished the ink again and poured out my thoughts to the pale colorless paper again ... autumn wind is rustling, the moon is shining in the sky, the night is dark and colorless, and yellow leaves are dancing ... The cool wind is blowing on my face, and I really want to turn my thoughts into autumn wind, so that the autumn wind can take them away and blow my hometown ... Rewrite Dream. I lean against the window alone and often think of that day: I am sitting in the pavilion by the stream.
I raised my glass and tasted the wine. Cup after cup, before I knew it, it was getting late and I was so drunk that I forgot the way home.
My interest has been greatly satisfied. I rowed and groped my way home. But accidentally, I strayed into the depths of the lotus pond.
I looked around, green lotus leaves and pink lotus flowers were intertwined, and several little frogs jumped on the lotus leaves and sang cheerful songs. Lotus gives off a faint fragrance.
You see, the lotus here is too ashamed to open its petals; Look, several lotus flowers there have blossomed into the most beautiful smiles, like a slim girl standing in the middle of the pond.
5. The ancient poetry was adapted into a composition of 500 words. Lv Yan's "Shepherd Boy"
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.
Probably a little, it can be expanded according to the foundation.
6. 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. ...
7. Li Bai took me to see the magnificent scenery of and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea. Su Shi and I "quick march": Look at the beautiful scenery of "flowers in the water are interlaced and bamboo and cypress are hidden". The poet walked with me, spent a happy time with me and grew up with me! The poet and I watched the scenery turn yellow and the leaves fall with the wind. No! That's not a leaf, it's a magnificent view that "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud will protect flowers more" It tells us what dedication is, the moon is high in the sky, no! That's not the moon! It was the sad scenery of "looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then sinking, and I suddenly remembered home". It told us what homesickness was, and the pool ran down, no! That's not a pool, but a peach blossom pool in thousands of feet, which is better than the love scenery in Wang Lun. Tell us what friendship is! The poet accompanied me to see the scenery and told me that autumn leaves let us know how to give, the night sky scenery and the rising moon let us know how to taste homesickness, pool scenery and water flow, and let us know what friendship is. The poet walked with me and watched the scenery with me. Thank you for telling me so much, thank you for letting me know so much! The poet made me love my mother. The poet walked with me and told me: "The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body, but the grass of one inch has won three inches of glory. You should love your mother." Yes! I want to love my mother! Mother is working silently, and a monotonous landscape is formed behind the building. Year after year, the wind and frost covered your smiling face, your lonely heart, who can understand? Flowers bloom quietly, you work silently, trying to tell you that you have always been my miracle. In fact, I have always understood you and loved you very much. However, we have nothing to say to each other, and some are just heart-to-heart. The poet walked with me and asked me to love my mother. Thank you for introducing me to my mother. Thank you for letting me know how to love my mother! The poet made me taste homesickness, old vines, faint crows, small bridges, flowing water, ancient roads, thin horses in the west wind and sunset. Heartbroken people are at the end of the world. Looking into the air, "looking up, I found that it was moonlight, and it sank back, and I suddenly remembered my home" and "looking at the sea". Where is the pass of Rimu Township? People are driving on the Yanbo River, feeling sad and in tears. "I go forward. I cried until my tears ran out, and I saw a sailboat about to fall in the distant sky. "I will think of you in the clouds, so think of me in the sunset. Poets let me taste homesickness, but reason is still chaotic. Don't have a trace of homesickness in your heart! The poet accompanied me. Thank you. I will try my best to have the lofty sentiments of "reaching the peak, the other mountains all appear dwarfs under the sky.", the filial piety of "Who said the grass in the village will win the honor of three villages" and the leisure of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely". The intention of' naked, not dignified'! The poet walks with me, that deep love! That's deep sorrow! That long-term vision!
8. Expand Qiu Si's ancient poems by 400 words. Several withered vines wrapped around several bald trees with yellow leaves, shivering in the autumn wind, and the western Western jackdaw in the sky groaned ... Writing a sad autumn scenery in Xiaosali created a sad and decadent atmosphere, which set off the author's inner sadness. We can imagine that crows can still have old trees to return to, but wanderers are homeless. How miserable and helpless it is! Next is a small bridge, flowing water, and a small farmhouse with faint smoke. The rural scenery in which such people live is so quiet and sweet, comfortable and carefree. All this can't help but remind the wanderer of the bridges, flowing water and relatives in his hometown. Here, the sad feelings are written in the happy scene, which sets off the helpless sadness of the wandering wanderer.
In the bleak autumn wind, on the lonely ancient road, the wanderer who suffered from homesickness rode a thin horse that had not returned for a long time, and strolled into the distance in the heavy dusk. At this time, the sun sets, scattering a bleak oblique light. This is the reunion moment when birds return to their nests, cattle and sheep return home and people return home. However, the wanderer is still "the end of the world is reduced." At this moment, this situation, a wandering in a foreign country, in the face of such a bleak and desolate scene, how can it not be sad, heartbroken and heartbroken! The heart of a wandering wanderer drops blood in the autumn wind. ...
I wonder if there are 400 words. If it is not enough, add it yourself =w=
9. adapt the ancient poetry of the shepherd boy into a short article. Deep in the mountains, there is a beautiful place, where there is a small village. People work at sunrise, rest at sunset, watch each other and help each other, and live a harmonious, carefree and free life.
There is a meadow in front of the village, and all the six or seven miles in Fiona Fang are meadows, where green grass seems to be spread out. There are hills on all sides, and the grass is lush. The flat ground is green, and the small slope is green. Cattle and sheep walked on the small slope for a while and then came down. Wherever you go, the big grass adds a bit of harmony. The lines of those small slopes are so soft, just like Chinese painting only renders green without ink lines.
Suddenly, a wonderful flute sounded faintly in the evening breeze. I heard the sound and found a shepherd boy riding on the back of an ox, playing the flute happily. The flute is so melodious, so light, so lively and so happy! At this time, I couldn't bear to go over and interrupt the wonderful music.
At dusk, the shepherd boy came home for dinner, and he wolfed it down. His mother said to him, "Eat slowly and stop choking!" " "After a while, he was full and busy running in the direction of the prairie, without even taking off the hemp fiber.
After a while, the melodious flute echoed on the grass and the bright moon was in the sky. The shepherd boy was completely immersed in the cheerful music, and the moon was happy for him, sprinkling countless bright moonlight on the earth.
10. Four Seasons is rewritten into a 400-word composition. Changing the wind of the four seasons into spring breeze can bring warmth. The warm sunshine urges farmers to cultivate, the skirts are slightly shaken by the wind, and there are flowers from other places from time to time; The summer wind shakes plants and trees, which shows the prosperity of nature. Standing by the pond, you can still smell the lotus fragrance floating from the other side. Autumn wind mixed with autumn rain adds a bit of coolness to the night. The wind and rain in autumn are continuous, blowing the leaves leisurely, as if dancing; The winter wind is like a fierce tiger. When reading in the study, the window must be closed. The winter wind howled all day and the birds hid. The wind of the four seasons also refers to: wind and wind, and the golden wind and the north wind are the winds of spring, summer, autumn and winter respectively.