Li Laohan has three sons, the eldest is 20 years old, the second is 15 years old, and the youngest is only 5 years old. Although the hut is low, the surrounding scenery is beautiful.
The mountains in the distance are lush with trees. A gurgling river flows around the hut in front of the door.
This stream is crystal clear. The lotus at the head of the stream is in full bloom, with crystal drops on it, like pearls.
Some lotus flowers are in full bloom, and some have already produced lotus buds and lotus seeds. The grass on both sides of the stream is lush.
To the east of the hut is a camphor tree, with lush foliage and a shadow. On the left side of the hut is a vegetable field with peppers, bracts and soybeans.
One day, after lunch, the old couple sat in front of the door and chatted affectionately. I've just drunk a little wine and my face is a little red, but I'm still in high spirits.
The eldest son was waving a hoe in the field of Dong Xi, weeding the bean seedlings, and his sweat kept flowing downwards, but he felt that he could make some contribution to his parents. Qingpingle Village lives at the foot of a majestic dragon and phoenix mountain. There is a small hut surrounded by a fence, and Li Laohan lives alone in it.
Li Laohan has three sons, the eldest is 20 years old, the second is 15 years old, and the youngest is only 5 years old. Although the hut is low, the surrounding scenery is beautiful.
The mountains in the distance are lush with trees. A gurgling river flows around the hut in front of the door.
This stream is crystal clear. The lotus at the head of the stream is in full bloom, with crystal drops on it, like pearls.
Some lotus flowers are in full bloom, and some have already produced lotus buds and lotus seeds. The grass on both sides of the stream is lush.
To the east of the hut is a camphor tree, with lush foliage and a shadow. On the left side of the hut is a vegetable field with peppers, bracts and soybeans.
One day, after lunch, the old couple sat in front of the door and chatted affectionately. I've just drunk a little wine and my face is a little red, but I'm still in high spirits.
The eldest son waved a hoe in the field of Dong Xi, weeding the bean seedlings, and his sweat kept flowing downwards, but he felt that he could make some contribution to his parents, and he still worked hard. The second son quickly made up a chicken coop, and the bamboo stick in his hand was flying.
The naughty third son lay at the head of the stream, picked a lotus, peeled its shell and ate it happily. The old couple looked at this son and that son, blushing with joy.
How harmonious this family is! There are faint white clouds floating in the sky, which look like pieces of white silk dancing from a distance. There is a breeze blowing in front of me, just like a child's tender little hand stroking my cheek.
Near noon, the sun radiates warm sunshine and shines warmly on the body. There are faint white clouds floating in the sky, which look like pieces of white silk dancing from a distance.
There is a breeze blowing in front of me, just like a child's tender little hand stroking my cheek. Near noon, the sun radiates warm sunshine and shines warmly on the body.
I walked among the willows. Strong willows are like a huge umbrella. They dance like strong girls, and their waterfall-like hair is swaying in the spring breeze.
Colorful flowers on both sides of the road waved to me frequently, as if nodding to me. Unconsciously, I boarded the stone bridge in the forest.
Standing on the bridge, looking around, white clouds, breeze, sunshine and flowers and willows constitute a colorful spring picture! At this time, I miss playing with my friends in my hometown when I was a child. Being in this pleasant scenery, I was completely intoxicated.
There are passers-by in twos and threes pointing at me in the distance. They don't know how happy I am! I seem to hear them talking about me and say, "Look at him, he is so old, and he is as busy as a child, playing everywhere!" " "How did they know that I was intoxicated by this beautiful scenery! After many years, I still remember this spring outing vividly.
Whenever I recall this incident, I will have a deep nostalgia for my hometown.
2. Write a story with ancient poems and a 200-word composition. Listen to the poet's voice, "A river of no return, a romantic figure through the ages".
In the long river of history, ancient poems sparkled with golden light. In the long history, there are many cultural springs.
In the clear spring of culture, poets have written poems with their own talents, some of which are like mirrors, reflecting the aura of history; Some are like streams in spring, watering the flowers of the soul; Some, like the water of a big river, are magnificent. He resigned from the county magistrate, "don't worry about poverty, don't seek wealth", retired to the countryside instead of competing with the world, and reclaimed land in the south and returned to the garden.
He, with his head down, hoes the ground to cultivate chrysanthemums, raises his head to pick chrysanthemums to brew poetry wine, sings a song about wine, and can make thousands of words. The real meaning of this is that I want to tell what I have forgotten.
This is Tao Yuanming's voice, indifferent to fame and fortune, uncontested from the world, calling himself Mr. It is no wonder that the world envies May 6th and can spend that indifferent year. He, "Five Mountains travel far away to find mountains, according to my unchanging habit all my life", has experienced the Yellow River water that never goes back to the sea, and will also soar like a Dapeng bird in Wan Li.
When he is lonely, he will treat the moon as a friend, but drinking with the moon alone will miss my shadow and make us three people. When he misses his friend, he will "I will think of you on the floating clouds, so I will think of me in the sunset". Li Bai, who traveled all over the country and on both sides of the Yellow River, experienced serious setbacks in his career, but he did not give up his pursuit.
His unrestrained personality, busy life and galloping life are as heroic as the rivers and flowing water he wrote, "Three thousands of feet". She cut a plum in a slow voice ... slightly sad, "cold and clear, sad and sad."
Li Qingzhao, who suffered from war and family destruction, was in the incompetent Song Dynasty. Why doesn't she want a son to defend her country like Yue Fei? "I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong." The bitter water of life, dribs and drabs, how can you lose a sad word? Looking back at the long river of history, the voices of ancient poets and poets echoed in my ears.
"Today people don't know how to go to Gu Yue, but this month they are used to taking photos of the ancients." Although they didn't live in the same era, they left us precious spiritual food, which can never be eaten in life. Su Shi's When is the Bright Moon? Ask the sky for wine ... I hope people will live for a long time, and thousands of miles will last forever. Bai Juyi's narrative poem Pipa Trip is always a bright moon on an autumn night, but Li Yu's Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon is not.
Ah, the ancient poetry is really beautiful, "like a river flowing eastward." Ancient poetry is like running water, and * * * sighs that life is like this.
Listen, the murmuring sound, forever, forever.
This ancient poem was rewritten into a 200-word article entitled "The City of Nanzhuang".
On this day last year, in this door,
Peach blossoms set each other off in red.
People don't know where to go,
Peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.
The story of the direct writer is a good article!
Attach his story:
In the early years of Tang Dezong, Cui Hu failed to take the Chang 'an exam. On that day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, he went to the south of the city to play alone and met a young woman, which left a deep impression on him. In the second year of Tomb-Sweeping Day, it was the season of peach blossoms and green willows. When Cui Hu saw no flowers, he went to the south of the city to find the woman. As a result, the door was closed and Cui Hu was not disappointed, so he wrote this poem on the door and left his name: Boling Cui Hu.
A few days later, Cui Hu passed through the south of the city and found the yard, but she heard crying inside. He knocked at the door and asked, only to see an old man come out. I didn't know that the old man was the woman's father until I asked. The old man told Cui Hu that his daughter was ill for a long time and died after seeing the poem written on the door. Cui Hu was frightened and begged to see him. Cui Hu saw the woman lying in bed with her eyes closed and out of breath. Cui Hu couldn't help crying and shouted, "Cui Hu is here, Cui Hu is here." Unexpectedly, the woman opened her eyes. It soon recovered. But the old man loved Cui Hu more and more, so he married his daughter. Later, in 796 AD, Cui Hu was admitted to Jinshi. This peach blossom actually made the marriage of a pair of talented people and beautiful women. Left a story for future generations.
4. In the fifth lesson of the Chinese book in the fifth grade, the ancient poems were rewritten into short articles. In the summer of 200 years, the deep bamboo forest is full of vitality. The mountains in the distance are faintly visible, and a clear message flows quietly.
This is a remote, fresh and beautiful mountain village in the south of the Yangtze River. There is a low thatched cottage by the stream. Inside, there are two elderly couples who have just finished drinking. They were slightly drunk and talked in Wudi dialect. I just heard the old man say, "It's a wonderful life today. We have enough food and clothes to support our life." The old woman smiled and said, "Yes, we have three sons. The eldest is very filial and the third is smart and sensible!" " "Then he looked at his three sons outside the house.
Although the sun is scorching, as the eldest son, the boss is still weeding in the bean field east of the stream; The second son is still young, but he is not idle, weaving a chicken coop in the shade; The third son is the youngest. He is lying across the stream, while the small fish in Doby water are peeling lotus flowers. His naughty appearance is very pleasing.
What a quiet and beautiful mountain village, what a harmonious and beautiful family!
I typed this word for word, I hope it will be adopted!
5. The rewriting composition of the ancient poetry shepherd boy, 200 words shepherd boy (rewriting ancient poetry) 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.