One morning in the fourteenth year of Tang Tianbao, warm sunshine filled Wang's small building. Li Bai, a great poet, was awakened by the birds singing in front of the window. He put on his gauze hat and red shirt, went downstairs and walked to Taohuatan. The scenic Taohuatan is embedded in the peaks, and the water quality is clear and flat as a mirror. Peach trees grow along the way from Taohuatan to Yuping Mountain in the upper reaches. In the middle of March, peach blossoms are in full bloom and colorful, reflecting the water as red as fire. Under the sunlight of the morning sun, the water splashed each other, like a rosy cloud, like a colorful dance ... When Li Bai saw all this, he couldn't help but feel relaxed and deeply intoxicated by the unique and beautiful scenery of Shan Ye. ...
After breakfast, Wang Lun, the host, specially brought a century-old Peach Blossom Lake wine to Li Bai.
Li Bai took a sip and turned red at once. He stroked his beard and praised again and again: "Good wine, good wine!"
"Looking at the pool view, bathing water and drinking pool wine, this Peach Blossom Lake is three pleasures!" Wang Lun laughed.
"Mr. Gao You? There are miles of peach blossoms here. How about your drink, sir? There are ten thousand restaurants here. Brother, thanks to your imagination, write this letter to me and trick me into coming over. "
"Otherwise, can Ann invite your great poet?"
"Shili Peach Blossom is a peach blossom ferry ten miles away from the village; Wanjia Hotel is actually a hotel run by a family named Wan. Dude, you ... "
"Do you regret it?" Wang Lun raised his face and blinked cunningly.
Li Bai took the glass and gulped it down. "Water is good, wine is good, people are better, you are happy to come, and you are happy to come, haha ..."
After dinner, Li Bai began to surf the Internet. I found an email on the Internet:
Dude:
Huangshan Mountain will be there tomorrow! tofu
"Tofu ... beans ... rot ... Du Fu!" Li Bai read it silently several times. I can't help laughing. Brother Zimei, who has always been known for his rigor, also played a joke today. Don't tell me, only Du Fu can come up with this rhyming phrase!
Li Bai packed his luggage and hurried downstairs. He couldn't bear to say goodbye to Wang Lun face to face and wanted to leave without saying goodbye.
When I arrived at Taohuatan Ferry, it began to rain, and the pool was covered with a little broken microwave oven. The trees on the shore swayed with the wind, as if they were holding out their long arms to retain Li Bai. Standing at the bow of the boat, Li Bai looked around and a faint sadness came to his mind. Will Wang Lun? ...
Suddenly, there was a faint song on the road. Li Bai listened attentively, as if several people were singing in chorus, which was very powerful. The song is high and widowed, completely suppressing the sky, and the song is low and widowed, lingering. "This song should only be in the sky. How many times can the world hear it? " Li Bai sighed. He stood on tiptoe and looked ashore. Approached, isn't that the original Wang Lun? Wearing hoes and linen clothes, followed by a large group of villagers. While singing, they closed the rhythm with their feet and hurried to the ferry. ...
As soon as Li Bai's eyes were hot, he lost his voice and shouted, "Brother Wang Lun ..." He could no longer speak.
The crowd came to the shore and stopped, but their feet were still on the ground and their hands were still beating. ...
"Li Ge, I led the whole village to send them." After a long time, the singing stopped abruptly. Wang Lun faced Li Bai, clenched his fists and held his head high.
Li Bai wiped her tears with her hand. It took him a long time to say, "Brother Wang Lun, would you like to go to Huangshan with me?"
Wang Lun didn't answer. Suddenly, he opened his mouth and sang in a clear voice: "Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road ..." At this time, all the villagers sang down-to-earth with Wang Lun's music.
Li Bai could no longer restrain his feelings and burst into tears. He adjusted his cloak, turned his head to one side and waved to the boatman. The ship slowly left. ...
"The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is over the mountain ..." The song continued. Li Bai looked at the folks on the shore and the deep peach blossom pool, as if thinking about something. ...
Wang Lun returned home, turned on the computer, and found an email "for Wang Lun" from Li Baifa:
Li Bai was just about to leave when he heard a farewell song from the shore. Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.
Wang Lun said to himself after reading it: "Brother Li is really a literary genius and a hero in poetry! How can I compare with him? "
2. Write a 300-word essay in verse. Autumn is spring, summer, autumn and winter, and the four seasons cycle, standing between the vast world, feeling the ruthlessness of the years in a hurry. If spring brings vitality, summer brings restlessness and winter brings sadness, then autumn brings helplessness.
I like to wander alone in a path full of fallen leaves or an empty lane full of moss, letting my thoughts be blown away by the autumn wind until I am overwhelmed by the melancholy of being at arm's length, so I have to sigh with Song Yutong: "Alas, autumn is a kind of gas! It's bleak, and the vegetation falls again and again. " Autumn, autumn wind rustling, falling leaves in succession.
Every time I read the poems of the ancients, I am always wrapped in a deep sadness about autumn, but I don't want to break free and sip the slowly expanding melancholy and loss alone. I don't know if this is "falling in love with the floor, saying that I am worried about giving new words" or "saying that I want to rest, but saying it is cool in autumn"? ! Anyway, I'm not the only one who's sad about autumn since ancient times. See how many sensitive and affectionate poets have left poems that cherish autumn and comfort them. In the Book of Songs, "Autumn is sad and flowers fly", "White dew is frost" and "Mulberry falls, but yellow falls" are all sighs about autumn.
Fan Zhongyan's "Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn waves and cold smoke" is deeply hurt by the faint scenery and the blend of emotion and scenery. Later, in The West Chamber, Wang Shifu slightly triggered the word "Farewell Pavilion" and changed it to "blue sky and yellow flowers flying in the north and west wind flying in the south".
Who is drunk in Xiao Lai's frost forest? Always keeping people's tears "is even more confusing and frustrating." ""Affectionate feelings have been hurt since ancient times, and it is even worse to neglect the autumn festival "is Liu Yong's exclamation. Feel sorry for Liu Xia. Parting is endless, and all he can take away seems to be the autumn wind.
Zhou Bangyan's Autumn Sunny, Turning into a Cold Room, Listening to the Cold Sound describes the loneliness and helplessness of a lonely journey. Wei's Yan Wen: "Where is my hometown? It's leisurely to think about it.
Gao Zhai Lai, an Autumn Night in Huainan, wrote a lonely feeling of homesickness. Compared with the above-mentioned helplessness in autumn, Li Bai also showed his true colors as a bold poet: "I had to leave Bolt and me yesterday, and today it hurts my heart even more.
Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I am in this villa, drinking my wine. " In short, the scenery in autumn is mostly bleak, with bitter wind and rain, hay falling, rain beating residual lotus, wild geese singing in the sky ... but in different moods, poetry will be very different.
Liu Yuxi found sustenance in the autumn wind and freed himself from the sad feeling: "Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say autumn is better than spring." When a crane flies among clouds in a clear sky, it brings poetry to Bixiao. "
In "Looking at Autumn in Chang 'an", Du Mu also saw that the autumn wind was clear and there was a hole in the sky: "Outside the frost tree, there is not a spark in the mirror. In the autumn, the momentum is high. "
Autumn rain is a famous sentence describing autumn-tall buildings look forward to dusk, and there is rustling rain on the leaves. Autumn night-in my sleep, the autumn sound is nowhere to be found, and the leaves are full of steps.
Autumn sound-I didn't feel the dream of spring grass in the pond, but the leaves in front of the steps had autumn sound. Autumn leaves-the wind blows bamboo in the middle of the night, and all the leaves are hate.
Autumn color-the rain invades the urn and the new moss is green, and the autumn leaves are red when entering the cross forest. Autumn moon-the moonlight is flooded and the emptiness echoes.
Autumn chrysanthemum-it is better to die holding incense in the branches than to be blown down in the north wind. Wan Li, an old friend, has never been heard from, and plans to ask Jiangtou to break the flood.
Autumn sorrow-don't say that you are always idle, and write clear sorrow every night. Autumn is prosperous-the west wind blows all over the lake leaves, and it is unique to change your autumn clothes for the first time.
Autumn bosom-a fleeting sigh went out, and I saw konoha flying by the lake. Qiu Meng —— Back in the autumn night at the beginning of my dream, Eden was still sleeping.
Memories of autumn-the anvil pestle knocks on the deep lane, and the phoenix tree shakes down the autumn hometown. Enlightenment of autumn-everyone is explaining the sad autumn, not knowing it thoroughly like a poet.
The smell of autumn-crickets only know that autumn is early and there is a lot of rain on the banana. I hope I can have the magnanimity of the ancients. In the following autumn, I can feel the freshness and tranquility after the noisy summer and the short fragrance before the long winter. I can feel the heroism of "the autumn wind is cold and justice is awe-inspiring", and I have no helplessness of "the autumn wind is bleak".
It will also be "felt" by autumn, but it is no longer "sad" for autumn. Moonlight is like water, like the day when the summer heat in early autumn is about to dissipate. I miss the moon that belongs to the Mid-Autumn Festival. Only in this way can people feel really cool and quiet.
The bright moon is often ignored by us in our daily life. Only when such a special day comes can people think of something about the bright moon. The night is so silent, with a hint of warmth in the silence, so that the noise of autumn sounds reaches the treetops.
The light of the moon is blurred and flickering, creating a dense atmosphere, which unexpectedly reminds me of a sentence in Qin Guan's poem "Walking on the Sand": The fog is lost, and the moon is lost. A memorandum of "Fan" captures the hazy atmosphere of moonlight, and at this time, many vague past events come into your heart in a hazy way.
In fact, there are many things you don't have to think about. It has always been there, like a bright moon many years ago, always hanging in your heart. The light of the moon is vague, hazy, quiet and far away.
Entering the moonlight is like entering a hazy dream. Although you know it's just a dream, it makes you want to get involved and never wake up. In our Minnan dialect, the moon has a very feminine nickname called "Yueniang", which I have always liked. There doesn't seem to be too many reasons, just because Moon Mother decorated many of our childhood dreams.
At that time, in summer or early autumn nights, we usually slept on the roof, watched the quiet night sky, accompanied by moonlight or starlight, and fell asleep in the fascinating stories of adults. In our sleep, we would inevitably dream of picking stars in a boat sitting on the moon. At that time, old people often told their children not to point their forefinger at "Moon Mother", otherwise, at night "Moon Mother" would become a sickle and cut off your ear.
As a result, the children had to hold their index fingers tightly in their fists, for fear that a careless person would incur the curse of having their ears cut off. It seems that there are still friends like that who point their index finger at the moon, fearing that they will be scared to sleep all night, fearing that once they fall asleep, their ears will be secretly cut off by "Mother Moon".
Autumn is a transitional season from summer to winter. The lunar calendar starts from autumn to winter and from July to September.
3. Write a composition with "an unforgettable poem" as the main topic, which requires 300-400 words and cannot exceed "Lullaby". The beauty of an unforgettable song in the world is to listen to a melodious melody quietly. The patter of rain is soft music; Flowing spring is cheerful music; The wind blowing through willow leaves is a lingering music. We can hear all kinds of songs everywhere in our life. In my heart, there is another song worth listening to all my life-lullaby. Some people may call me naive, but I don't think so. This song is too common. It is not an emotional and exciting song, nor is it a sad and tearful song. It's a song that deeply touched me. Sleep, my dear baby, your mother's hand is shaking you gently. "Close your eyes, my mother's serene expression and gentle movements come to mind, and I can't help laughing. This smile is happy. The sound is so soft, just like a stream in Ming Che, it flows forward quietly until the cool water seeps into my heart. No accompaniment is needed, and the timbre is beautiful. Sweet and happy. Let people indulge in this for a long time. Under the guidance of singing, I saw a lot: in the morning, my mother called me in a gentle and kind voice and opened my eyes. I saw my mother's smile like a spring breeze. That smile was deeply imprinted in my heart, and that smile made all my troubles disappear. Eating the rice cooked by my mother is like a can of endless sweetness. It seems to have flooded into a warm ocean again. At night, under the light, there is a cup of hot milk in front of me and I am wearing a dress. When I turned around, it was my mother's smiling face as always, encouraging me with its invisible words. Melodious music makes me feel my mother's eternal warm love, which I will never forget! You can reduce it to 400 words.
Write this ancient poem into a 300-word composition. The sparkling lake rippled. Sister Liu by the lake used this clear water as a mirror to gently comb her hair. The sun shines on the lake, and there are golden waves on the lake, and ripples are naughty floating around the lake. Look, the fish in the water are playing happily, and the tadpoles are looking for their mother everywhere. Look, there are a pair of big dragonflies parked there, looking at the beautiful scenery. Listen, the birds are constantly admiring the beautiful scenery, and the singing oriole is also singing this beautiful song to the foreign objects around him. This song seems to intoxicate them; This song seems to bother them; This song seems to make them fall asleep in this song. On the river bank, the green grass is dense, the refreshing breeze is blowing, and the grass is dancing, which is beautiful. The mountains in the distance are undulating, just like a charming landscape painting, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.
Suddenly, a burst of laughter broke the silent scenery. There is a boat floating in the distance, and there are two laughing children sitting on it. One of them is wearing a red Chinese-style chest covering, the other is wearing a white shirt, and both of them are barefoot. An older child put away his penny, stopped his paddle and sat in the middle of the fishing boat, which gradually stopped. One child said to another, "The boat is in the middle of the lake now. Without paddles and poles, what can we do now to move the boat forward? " Another Chinese character is holding his chin and thinking quietly. "Oh, yes, let's use an umbrella to push the boat forward!" With that, he quickly took out his umbrella from the cabin and opened it. He held it high and let the wind blow on it. The wind pushed the fishing boat. In this way, the fishing boat moved slowly.
Passers-by saw it and thought in surprise: Is it raining now? What are these two children doing with umbrellas? Oh, no wonder everyone takes umbrellas when it doesn't rain. Originally, it was not to shelter from the wind and rain, but to use the wind to let the ship move forward. These passers-by thought about it and couldn't help praising the two children, saying that they were smart and worthy of admiration.
When these passers-by looked back again, their fishing boats had gone away, leaving only some ripples on the water.
5. Write a life of 300 words with a poem. The silence of the years is like a singing night. In the morning, the first ray of sunshine coming into the window enveloped the classroom. I saw the dust fluttering and turning the page, rising or falling. The sunshine in the third grade is a little white, as hard as Jackson's, and a little morbid. The teacher's intensive notes on the blackboard broke the knowledge. Learning is endless, and glasses are together. Men never stop. The fluorescent lamp gives off a dim light, which casts a shadow on the third grade. Obviously, the fan buzzed overhead, the desk was messy like a defeated soldier, and the curtains were silently lifted by the wind. The teacher bumped into the wall quietly. The teacher appeared at the door with a test paper, and no one explained anything. There was silence in the classroom, and the last sigh was drowned in the sound of the test paper. For the third day on the line of fire, the exam is just a bullet that whizzes by, and we are full of holes, no matter what. No big deal. Or: "Heaven will have a great responsibility, so people are also people. You must go through all kinds of hardships first, master 100 volumes and try one of them. " We just need to add "despair". Under the strong magnetic effect of the exam, the speed of the passage of time suddenly doubled, and the class representative sighed with the test paper, instantly forming a dense encirclement of junior three students. I've been hit countless times before. The excitement of the lungs changes, leading to frequent breathing, rapid heartbeat and local facial deformation. Some people are happy and others are worried. The only similarity is that everyone will regret every mistake, whether it is the first or the last. Probably no one will play with that score, maybe you will, but I won't. Life is like this, as if accidentally returning to the accident, the weather is always gloomy. My heart is bitter and astringent. Like a cup of coffee that forgot to add sugar. The plants raised in the classroom are yellow and thin, which makes people very uncomfortable. Knowing that the footprints are behind me, I still can't help looking back. The wind gently lifted the curtains, like a wild child without restraint. I lie prone by the window, looking at the sky blocked by iron bars, looking stiff and gloomy. The wind whistled and blew on my face, which hurt. I didn't close the window to see if the sun passed by. Grade three, a very straightforward reason.
6. Write a composition with poetry, and write a poem composition. The teacher helped me to thank my mother, "the thread in the hand of the kind mother made clothes for her wayward son's body."
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? "
This poem not only shows the mother's kindness to her children, but also praises her greatness. When I was a child, my mother was my master: my mother fed me, taught me to dress, taught me to write names ... My mother was omnipotent and very great.
I am growing up day by day, but I don't know why my mother's kind smile is no longer rare, and it is often replaced by a stern face. Only my desk, desk lamp and countless exercises accompany me every day.
"Does my mother not love me?" I thought about it over and over again, and denied it over and over again. I remember when I was a child, my mother taught me to write and recite poems, washed my clothes in the cold winter and cleaned my room in the hot summer ... One day when I was eight years old, it was raining cats and dogs outside, with lightning and thunder.
I suddenly had a high fever. My father is not at home. My mother looked at me and out of the window. She put on my raincoat carefully and resolutely picked me up and ran to the hospital. I fell on my mother's back and clearly heard her shortness of breath.
My heart is about to break. I said, "Mom, I'll go down by myself!" " "Mother replied firmly," how is that possible? How can you walk in the rain with a high fever? Cover your raincoat tightly and don't get wet. " My eyes can't help getting wet.
The road was slippery on rainy days, and my mother almost fell down. After standing firm, she eagerly asked me, "Are you all right?" I said, "Nothing!" Mother breathed a sigh of relief and said with relief, "That's good, that's good." In this way, my mother carried me to the hospital with one foot deep and one foot shallow.
Because I am weak, my mother always tries to cook my favorite dishes to increase my nutrition. Braised lion head, crisp sweet and sour pork ribs, spicy and attractive spicy chicken; My mother can also cook sweet and delicious eight-treasure rice and laba porridge ... Many students have eaten my mother's cooking and envy me for having a good mother who can cook, which makes me very proud.
Mom is very hardworking: she starts cooking as soon as she gets off work; After supper, I was busy doing housework. I went to help my mother with the housework. My mother always asks me, "Have you finished your homework?" Only when I finished my homework did my mother ask me to help her with the housework.
Mother has a small "shortcoming", that is, she loves to "nag". For example, when I signed up for the national music examination this year, I entered the amateur guzheng level 6.
Because of the high level, I have to practice guzheng for two hours every day. One day, I should be able to have fun without playing the piano.
Mom was very angry when she learned about this and began to "nag": "Why don't you play the piano? This year's exam is Band 6, not Band 2. You should spend more time playing the piano. Wouldn't it be better to go out to play after playing the piano? ..... "After listening to my mother, I will never be naughty again.
After hard work, I finally got the certificate of guzheng level 6, and the smile on my mother's face is not to mention how brilliant. There are countless things that my mother nags, sometimes because I am playful, sometimes because my handwriting is incorrect, and sometimes because my exam results are not ideal ... but I thank my mother from the bottom of my heart for nagging, because this nagging has made me who I am today.
My mother cares for me in every possible way, just like the sunshine in spring is kind to the grass. I can never repay this maternal love that is higher than the mountain and deeper than the sea.
7. It is best to write a 300-word composition around an ancient poem. I have written before, that is, from a distance, the side of the mountain becomes a peak, and the distance is different.
Now there is a craze for learning ancient poems in schools. However, some students only pay attention to the number of ancient poems memorized, but they don't know much about them, and even have many wrong words. I use it; Fifth, reading and learning poetry; The effect is very good. Let me tell you how I taught Wang Anshi's Yuan Ri by myself.
I teach myself ancient poetry, five steps. The first step is to read the whole poem. When reading, I encounter new words; Hey; It is good to learn. Second, read carefully. I find out the key words I don't understand in every sentence, such as; Tu Su, cloudy day, new peach, old symbol; Wait, read the notes or find out what they mean. The third step is translation and reading. When reading, say the meaning of each line of poetry. The fourth step is to read through. Connect the meaning of each poem and tell the meaning of the whole poem. The fifth step is reading. Look at the brief analysis, understand the background of the author writing this poem, imagine the scenery described in the author's poem when reading, and then think about what thoughts and feelings the poem expresses. January Day reminds me of Wang Anshi's political reform seen in extracurricular books. It turned out that he wrote this poem to reflect his old ideas. Finally, I memorized the whole poem.
Never swallow ancient poems by yourself. If you don't ask for answers, you will learn by rote and get too little.
8. Appreciate modern poetry, write a 300-word article, and appreciate Bian's broken chapters. Most poets think Bian's Broken Chapter is a philosophical poem with profound implications. In fact, reading it as a romantic poem is full of poetry! Picturesque artistic conception, rich and meaningful feelings, endless drama flavor and unique theme are really unique in my heart.
The poem goes like this: you stand on the bridge and watch the scenery. The scenery watcher is watching you upstairs. The bright moon decorated your window. The last paragraph of the poem captures the picture of tourists watching the scenery during the day. Although it is written about "seeing the scenery", the pen and ink do not splash on the description of the scenery, but inadvertently reveal the bridges, buildings, tourists, and the running water, cruise ships and shore willows that can be inferred from it ... It is like a faint ink painting, leaving the vague background to the readers to imagine, and the focus of the picture falls on the people watching the scenery on the bridge and upstairs, which is even more important.
You, standing on the bridge and watching the scenery, are obviously ecstatic in the face of the beautiful scenery in front of you. From the side comparison, we can see that he didn't notice that the people upstairs watching the scenery are watching you. What is intriguing is that the upstairs person who obviously came to see the scenery boarded the tall building. What he saw in his eyes was not the scenery, but the "you" who stood on the bridge to see the scenery.
Why don't people upstairs look at you and see the scenery? What deeply fascinated those eyes and touched that heart? This patient and patient "look" is really romantic, which makes the originally peaceful and pleasant picture suddenly rippling and swaying in Chun Qing, evoking many interesting dramatic scenes: "You" who are indifferent to the scenery must be a handsome young man who travels around the world, and the lover upstairs must be a lonely and affectionate woman who longs for spring and has a hard-to-find bosom friend, and a simple and honest girl who is addicted to the scenery. The eyes of a sentimental, stupid, sad person who is ashamed to speak his mind? It's really "falling flowers are intentional, running water is ruthless", and how many such encounters are there on the journey of life, love at first sight, fleeting and unforgettable love! It is with these two short lines that the poet left a picture of Yongheng Zhang, which, like the spark of calcium carbide, evoked memories and reverie of the indescribable and indescribable scene. In the first section of the poem, realistic brushwork and songs convey the deep affection of the hidden people on the bridge to the scenery and the infinite goodwill of the people upstairs to the people on the bridge, which constitutes a dramatic scene of "falling flowers intentionally, running water ruthlessly".
But affection is always annoyed by ruthlessness. Can people who are indifferent to the scenery on the bridge repay those who love them with the same kindness? In the face of this cliche in life.
9. How to write a 300-word composition adapted from ancient poetry? Ye Shaoweng wants to visit his friends and visit his private garden today to see if spring has come, so he went to a friend's house.
At the door of a friend's house, the poet tapped Chai Men, but no one answered the door for a long time. The poet thought, "Maybe my friend loves moss too much, and he is afraid that the beam of my wooden shoes will trample the moss, so he won't open the door." Oh, what a shame!
The poet was about to leave when he found a beautiful red apricot sticking out of the wall, as if to say, "Look how beautiful I am, all loves!" "The poet looked happy and thought," Wow, this apricot blossom is really beautiful! Presumably all loves! "There are green grass, green leaves and colorful flowers. It's beautiful. If only I could go in and have a look! Ah, often all good things can't be caged, and they can always come out. When the poet thought of this, he sang a poem: "You should pity your dog's teeth and seal your hair, and Chai Fei will not leave for a long time." The spring garden can't be closed, and an apricot is out of the wall. " A smile slowly appeared on the poet's face.
Although the poet didn't see the person he wanted to visit at the age of 18, he was not disappointed at all because he found spring.