Summer dusk, the sun sets, the sky is no longer so dazzling, soft and beautiful. The red sun is like a little girl's red face. Clouds on the horizon are colorful, fiery red, golden and silver gray, just like fairies' silks and satins. Plumes of afterglow sprinkled on the sparkling lake, flashing like a layer of broken gold.
In the field, when you look around, it is green, the ears of rice are bent, and a breeze blows, and they dance happily. On the country road beside the field, small wild flowers are colorful, red, yellow and pink ... very bright. Lush trees can block the scorching sun. The river twists and turns, the river is crystal clear, and groups of small fish are alive and kicking. Smoke billows from the kitchen, and every household is cooking.
A crisp and sweet song came, and it turned out to be a dark and carefree little shepherd boy. He is wearing a straw hat, a red coat and big eyes. He rode on the back of an ox, his muddy little feet swaying at will. The old cow shouted Cleisthenes loudly, as if to accompany the little shepherd boy! A cicada was heard by the little shepherd boy, and his singing came to an abrupt end. He gently pulled the hard rope and the cow stopped. The little shepherd boy looked around with clever eyes, and suddenly a cicada appeared in his sight. The little shepherd boy jumped off the cow's back in surprise, ready to catch cicadas. The poet Yuan Mei saw this interesting scene. When he got home, he picked up a pen and wrote this ancient poem "What he saw and heard":
The shepherd boy rode an ox,
This song shook Lin Yue.
Trying to catch cicadas,
Shut up suddenly.
extreme
It was a summer evening, the fiery red sun had been hidden behind the mountain, the rosy clouds had dyed the sky red, and the fishermen shook their boats and called 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 and a bright smile on his small round face. He sat on the back of a cow, his little feet swaying happily, looking so lively and lovely. The old cow quietly called "Cleisthenes", as if praising the beautiful singing of the shepherd boy!
The shepherd boy was singing happily when there was a crisp cicada singing from a nearby willow tree. 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 has not yet felt the danger coming, and still shows its wonderful voice "cicada knows cicada". 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, revealing a cracked hand, and said with a smile, "Ha ha ha, who let you 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.
In the evening of summer, the sun is not so dazzling, emitting a soft light. The flaming sunset glow is reflected on the horizon, dancing in the sky like a fairy in pink, which is very beautiful.
At this time, a yellow cow came not far away. Its big eyes are like two bells. Upright horns, sharp, big, curved, bright in green. The hair on my body is very bright and supple.
On the cow's back sat a shepherd boy, wearing a hat, a long braid at the back of his head, a gray vest and a pair of white trousers. There are a pair of bright big eyes on the dark face, some of which are clever, lively and naughty. As he walked, he sang: "The mountains are green, the water is clear, the grass is green, and the cows are strong. I am a happy little shepherd boy. " From time to time, I take out the flute tied to my waist and blow it. The melodious flute echoed around for a long time.
The old cow carried the shepherd boy into the forest, birds chirped in the treetops, and a group of unknown bugs chirped as if they were having a concert. Suddenly, a cicada came and caught the attention of the shepherd boy. He followed the sound and finally found a grayish-brown cicada parked in a big tree. It has big round eyes and long wings. The shepherd boy thought, how awesome and wonderful it would be to have such a cicada to open his eyes to his partners!
Actions speak louder than actions. The shepherd boy immediately put away his flute, closed his mouth, stood up, held his breath and stood on tiptoe. When the cow approached the big tree where the cicada was, he raised his right hand, held down the trunk and pounced on the cicada. Just then, I heard a "poop-poop" sound, and the cicada was caught by the shepherd boy. The shepherd boy was so happy that he sang it again and walked away with his "trophy".
"The mountains are green, the water is beautiful, the grass is green and the cows are strong. I am a happy little shepherd boy. " The sound disappeared in the distance with the last ray of sunshine.
In the hot summer, the scorching sun scorched the earth, and everything was listless and sweaty. Of course, the famous poet Yuan Mei is no exception. He is very upset, even the usual beautiful cicada singing is particularly annoying in his ear. He had no choice but to enjoy the cool in the nearby Woods.
Yuan Mei came to the Woods and felt that here and the sun are two completely different worlds. A heavy rain last night made flowers, grass and dew shine in the sun, and the green grass suddenly became full of vitality.
Suddenly, Yuan Mei heard Niu Jiao behind her and immediately turned to find out. I saw a chubby little shepherd boy in white, wearing a hat, with red cheeks and bulging. The shepherd boy sat leisurely on the tame cow's back. At this time, I saw the shepherd boy take out a piccolo, play a tune skillfully and skillfully, and sing a song from time to time. This song is so beautiful and sweet that even Yuan Mei is fascinated. The bird leaves parked on the tree couldn't help cheering and clapping for him.
However, not everyone praised it, and the cicada sitting on the tree seemed to be fighting with him, not to be outdone, but also singing loudly. The shepherd boy realized its existence. I saw him turn his head, blink his eyes and raise his eyebrows, and a trick was born.
The shepherd boy stepped down from the cow's back unnoticed and took it under the willow tree. Yuan Mei smiled: It turned out that he wanted to catch cicadas. What a clever boy! The child stared at the cicada intently, bent down to pick up a branch from the ground, twisted against the spider web again and again, thinking: cicada, even if you have great skill, you can't escape from my palm. Yuan Mei smiled. The child is really clever. He thought of this simple and practical method. He stood on the back of the cow and easily put the cicada in his pocket. A smile suddenly hung on his mouth, revealing the joy of victory. The cow also gave a cry, as if celebrating its victory.
Seeing this, Yuan Mei's poems are full of enthusiasm, and he wrote a catchy work "What He Saw"!
I am also the protagonist in life.
After watching movies such as Palace and Queen of the Palace, I have been eager to go to Hengdian to see the real scene and want to cross the past and be the "protagonist" myself.
We got up early, started our first stop, and passed through Qin king Palace "Wow". As soon as we went in, my cousin let out a whoop of admiration. The scenic spot covers an area of more than 600 mu, with a building area of 1 1 ,000 square meters. There are 27 magnificent palaces, 2289 meters long and 18 meters high, which complement each other with the main hall of the palace. The main hall is 44.8 meters high and 600 meters deep, which vividly shows the majestic momentum of Qin Shihuang's annexation of six countries and unification of the world. There is also a "Qinhan Street", which is 1.20 meters long, covers an area of 20 mu and has a building area of 6,000 square meters, fully demonstrating the street features in the Qin and Han Dynasties.
Let's walk into the "Four Seas and One Hall" and have a look. It's really big, as big as five classrooms. Right in front of the Four Seas Family, there is a Zhang Long chair where many people gather. It used to be a place to take pictures, and my cousin hurried there to choose clothes. She shuttled through dynasties, felt the feeling of returning to ancient times at zero distance, and took photos to record her "journey through".
I walked around with my parents and found that there were many scenes in the movie: Jing Ke stabbed the hall of the king of Qin; In Hero, Jet Li and Donnie Yen missed the tip of the sword and the arrow gate in the scene of "Millions of Qin Jun Shooting Rain" ... The change of time and space and the scene made me feel that I was the "protagonist" of history, from one dynasty to another. ...
Then we came to the second scenic spot, the Ming and Qing Palace. This is a building in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. It is modeled after the architecture of the Forbidden City. Obviously, it is not as magnificent and gorgeous as the Forbidden City. After entering the Ming and Qing Palace, we rented a bicycle for two and wandered around the shooting places of film and television works such as the Ming and Qing Palace, Shufangzhai, Kunning Palace and Hall of Supreme Harmony. My eyes suddenly lit up, as if I saw Zhen Xuan coming out of the broken jade porch, and Qingchuan coming from Ningshou Palace over there smiling at us! Being in it really has a sense of crossing. I feel ecstatic and fantasize about …
At this time, my cousin reminded us that there was a performance of Guan Bai Worship at noon 12: 30. I didn't expect this performance to make me really the protagonist in the play. We arrived at the performance point early, and the first appearance was a fake "eunuch" with a loud voice. The fox really looked like a "eunuch". As soon as the fake "eunuch" came to power, he twisted his body, cleared his throat, held out his orchid finger and said, "Your Majesty, you are going to choose the top scholar Lang as Xu today. Please raise your hand if you want to be a eunuch! ! "To my surprise, my cousin and brother were lucky enough to be selected, taken backstage by them and put on the costumes of ancient literati.
So before we came to power, after a subtle introduction by a fake "eunuch", we realized that we chose the number one scholar Lang by answering questions. Our first program is solve riddles on the lanterns. The fake "eunuch" first asked his cousin, "What did people in the Tang Dynasty take with them?" Cousin answered the question quickly with her feet. It's coming soon, and I can't help but feel a little nervous. The fake eunuch asked, "Do you know what people in the Tang Dynasty ate?" Of course I know such a simple question. "With your mouth," I replied without thinking, "congratulations! Right. " We all successfully entered the second round, when four elder sisters in ancient costumes came out from the background, all holding a painting axe. The fake "eunuch" introduced us: "These four are spring, summer, autumn and winter. You three choose a season and then answer their questions. " My cousin chose "summer", I chose "spring" and my eldest brother chose "winter". I didn't expect my cousin to choose the wrong season. The topic of "summer" is very difficult, I have never heard of it. Cousin answered wrong. I'm so nervous, I'm afraid it will be a problem if I get it. The fake "eunuch" opened the topic and asked, "Which hall is the emperor in the imperial court?" Wow, it's so easy. I blurted out "Hall of Supreme Harmony", but my eldest brother's topic was actually reciting "Spring Dawn". In the end, it was just me and my big brother PK. The fake "eunuch" saved trouble this time, and even let us compete with scissors, stone and cloth. Haha, I am my strong point. Sure enough, I won a game against my eldest brother, and I won! I am very happy.
At this time, the fake "eunuch" called, "Little Plum, take this new Jinshi Lang down to take a shower and change clothes." After a while, I was taken backstage by this "little plum" and put on a red gown with a big red flower on my chest. Under the summons of false eunuch, I was once again taken to the front desk, where there were hundreds of civil and military officials. The emperor had already waited for me on the stage as the "new champion", and I was shocked. It seems to have really crossed over. But one thing I always knew, I was a daughter. After the performance of the emperor and the officials, the emperor came to my side and patted me with great interest. It seems that I am very satisfied with this "new champion Lang". I smiled foolishly at the emperor. At this time, the fake "eunuch" shouted: "Get up, Champion Lang will marry the princess another day and see the emperor and the new Champion Lang off!" In this way, I came to the stage in a daze, took off my No.1 clothing and gave me a Chinese knot as a souvenir. Although I didn't really "play" just now, I still feel unfinished and can't feel the "playing addiction" of being the "protagonist".
At noon, after lunch, we came to Guangzhou Street and Hong Kong Street. Colorful hot air balloons floated far away in the air and attracted our attention. My mother and cousin, I came here in three steps and two steps. I saw the scenic spot of Guangzhou Street and Hong Kong Street at the end of 19 and the beginning of the 20th century. The old appearance of Yangcheng has a panoramic view of Xiangjiang customs. At the corner of Hong Kong Street, we also saw a crew shooting, and the actors were practicing dancing in long gowns in the scorching sun. I have no time to deal with these things. My heart has long been taken away by the hot air balloon, clamoring for a fast seat so that I can become the "protagonist" in the air again. It will be me and my mother soon. "Let's go." In Ran Ran, hot air balloons rise with the wind. I grabbed the ropes on both sides. I sat on it and overlooked the scenery below.
I saw my cousin getting farther and farther away from us. "Guangzhou Street" and "Hong Kong Street" are long and wide. And that, the imitation of the Forbidden City, is so magnificent, just like the Forbidden City in Beijing. As the height of the hot air balloon rises, all the scenery can be seen. Wow! The scenery in the air is so beautiful! I really enjoy being the protagonist in the air. ...
Looking back at Hengdian, how many times can reality and the past "cross"? How many times can I put aside the hustle and bustle of the city and try a different sensory journey? Hengdian, I really can't bear to say goodbye to you! ! !
Model essay on excellent composition for senior high school entrance examination: moonlight in autumn
Inscription: The beautiful image of the Spring River Flower Dynasty and Zhu Yan have disappeared with the wind, leaving only a series of mottled and yellowed memories.
During this time, I feel a little uneasy, and my heart seems to be bound by hard shackles. The interpretation of asking yourself and answering yourself arises spontaneously. "Maybe it's autumn." At that time, I replied to myself like this, so I didn't think about anything, and I didn't want to fight for anything anymore.
Looking out of the window, the breeze brushed my cheeks like a hair, which was a little cold, but it also coincided with my current mood. Not to be outdone, the moonlight stuck on my cheek with a cicada-like light film. Although warm, it is also slightly cold. At this time, I closed my eyes like a relegated poet, held my breath and felt the lingering affection of the moonlight. Suddenly, a magnet-like attraction led me to the path paved with stones and gravel, winding and winding, deep and quiet. There are no shining lights on the roadside, and there are no passers-by, which shows the gloom of the underworld. As long as I can remember, the two sides of the road are covered with flowers and trees with wild buds. Now I have no eyes, and the autumn wind has already withered them. Although it is not clear autumn, the ground is full of dead leaves and branches, one next to the other, really like a vicissitudes of life, without any life. But no matter how ugly they are, the moonlight still illuminates every black spot with luster, and the breeze still caresses every scar with tenderness. I feel that there is really a source of selfless love in the world. So, I put my feet down, and the sound from almost stepping on the leaves was not enough to reach my ears.
Walking on tiptoe, it seems that you can't reach the end of the road. Maybe the end of the road is another beginning!
Humming colorful songs, a man unconsciously found a long stream, and the nearby water surface was covered with some algae sprouting in the dark. The black paint is dark green, and the moonlight reflects the green light of the oil through the water layer, which has a magical feeling. It's nothing. Looking up again, the moonlight dotted the stream, sparkling ripples one after another, really like the graceful skirt of dancers at a grand banquet, the amplitude and softness of a line. You have hallucinations in your pupils. Followed by the taste of sweet voice, the stream seems to have spirituality, such as the murmur of Ming Pei Huan, echoing my euphemistic singing with the most harmonious melody, and the light water of the moon flows in all the voices. This beautiful beat and beating notes can be compared with Beethoven's solo "Moonlight". This wonderful sound and the illusory night scene complement each other. Is it really like heaven and earth? Can childhood dreams be saved? At that time, I really wanted to vent the beauty here with a loud voice in my throat, but I was afraid of scaring all these perfect masterpieces of nature. Finally, I restrained my feelings that were about to erupt. Walk quietly along the visible road. The front end of the road is still dark, although the moonlight shed more light, it still can't show any color, and there is another inexplicable command that drives me to explore the road ahead.
Rows of shrubs dressed in black extend along the direction of the road, and the breeze fluctuates, and sometimes there is a strong wind that makes them sway and dance with the wind, just like a group of manipulated puppets. The shadow is really scary. I stopped. This trend will not continue. I looked around and felt the movement of all living things quietly. I don't know why, but I think of willows and chrysanthemums. But there is no such plant here, because no one will grow these things in these places, and the environment here is a bit harsh, which is not suitable for their excellent survival. Then some poems and songs recorded in my mind also emerged. The corners of the mouth were copied and memorized. Although it was a little vague, I finally read it out with difficulty. In this way, my eyes have been staring at the scene captured by my vision.
After a while, the shy moon passed through the clouds like Bai Lianhua, shallow as a tender baby, sleeping quietly in the fluffy clouds. Some moonlight escapes from the cracks in the clouds and takes care of every corner from some miscellaneous trees. There are many flares on the ground. Seeing these euphemistic scenery, I remembered a sentence in Wang Wei's "Living in Autumn", "There is moonlight in the pine forest and crystal stone in the stream". Clever place is really a kind of beauty that touches the true feelings. There is another idea in my heart. In fact, you don't know the true meaning of anything until you have experienced it. Everyone ignores too much truth and loses too much truth because of appearances. I suddenly remembered Su Shi's "Water Tune Song Tou". "When will there be a bright moon? Ask about Sky Wine. I don't know what year it is tonight. " The ancients enjoyed the moon, but today I also enjoy this month. I sang a feeling that time flies in my heart. There is a complicated and inexplicable idea. Rolling in my head.
I don't know how long I walked, but I felt that the night was a little deep, so I walked back along the road I had walked before.
When I got home, the hour hand had climbed to a new day, so I sat at my desk silently, involuntarily raised the plain pen, kept plowing and circling, and my feelings flowed from the smooth nib, and wrote this poem-"The Return of Autumn Farewell":
Don't come back in autumn
The autumn wind didn't turn back.
The bleak Ye Er waiting for happiness.
There is no other way but to fall.
As the tears continue to fall
Part of it is full of red hearts.
The autumn wind is still pulling relentlessly.
The flowers that bloom for love are scattered
The moment of youth has long been submerged.
Left too many worrying mistakes.
The leaves lament silently, and the flowers weep without tears.
Break the silence in silence
I've been through it all my life
Farewell after the autumn wind blows.
Time flies. Who's talking?