The grass poked its head out of the soil shyly and asked softly, "Is spring coming?" Where is spring? "
Willow let the wind comb her tender green hair and said softly, "Who is spring?"
At this time, Yingchunhua proudly said, "Haha, I am spring."
Morning glory is blowing its horn, as if welcoming spring.
Spring has finally arrived. She has green hair, fair face and clothes made of flowers.
Spring said to the flowers, "son, spring is you, you are a beautiful spring!" " "
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!
3. Write "Spring" in a 400-word poem of the Spring Bureau.
When I was a child, my grandfather was a teacher and always taught me to recite ancient poems word by word. It's strange to see grandpa reading poetry. When he reads poetry, he always shakes his head and his voice is cadence. I asked grandpa why, and grandpa smiled and said, "Only when you shake your head while reading a poem can you read the charm of the poem." At that time, I didn't know where the charm of this poem was, but I nodded with a little knowledge.
I still remember that the first Tang poem I read that I could recite was Spring Dawn. I think the first time I made friends with Xiao Chun must be in spring. "In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing all around." I asked grandpa what "smelling birds" meant, and grandpa said, smelling is listening. Don't you often hear birds chirping when you get up every morning? This is "bird sniffing". Oh, I see.
I read one by one and read many poems about spring. "Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller in the spring breeze." Oh, I know this poem. Clouds of wildfires are burning weeds, but they can't be extinguished anyway. When the spring breeze blows, weeds are reborn. "Although the country is divided, the mountains and rivers remain forever, and the vegetation turns green in spring." I also know these two sentences. I don't like the sight of the country collapsing. Although the mountains and rivers remain the same, there are grass everywhere and trees all over the street. Read: "Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me?" A pale ink picture appeared in front of me, and the last sentence of the poet used interrogative sentences, which made me imagine a picture of "When is the bright moon" and "Take care of me", showing how homesick the poet Wang Anshi is!
Zhu Youshi's poem "Spring Day": "Win the day to find the fragrance of Surabaya, and the vast scenery will be new for a while. When you are free, you will know that the east wind is always spring. " Gradually, I understood the charm of poetry and gained a lot of knowledge.
Spring, in my poetic journey, follows me all the way. It occupies an important position in the poems I have learned, giving me endless inspiration and insight, and making me understand the charm of poetry.
4. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night, an article adapted from an ancient poem.
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
Interpretation of poetry:
Good rain seems to know how to adapt to the season. In spring, plants germinate and grow, and drizzle falls quietly at night with the breeze, nourishing everything. The sky is overcast, the country road is dark, and only the boats on the river are flashing lights. The next morning, there was wet red everywhere, and flowers stained with rain decorated Jinguan City.
Precautions:
1. Yes: Right away. 6. Path: country road.
It began to rain. 7. Red wet place: flowers wet by rain.
3. sneak in: secretly, quietly. 8. Weight of flowers: Because of the rain, flowers look full and heavy.
4. Moisturize: nourish plants with rain. 9. Jinguan City: another name for Chengdu.
5. all: all, all.
Background:
This poem was written in the spring of the first year of Baoying (762), and Du Fu lived in Chengdu Caotang. From last winter to February this year, there was a drought in Chengdu, so Du Fu was very happy when the spring rain came. He described a drizzle on a spring night with the joy of a long drought. Poetry is written from hearing to vision and even psychological feelings, from night to morning, with rigorous structure, delicate description and bright artistic conception. There is no need for words like joy and joy in the poem, but it reveals a happy atmosphere everywhere. This is a masterpiece depicting the rainy scene on a spring night and showing a happy mood.
Appreciate:
"Good rain knows the season. When spring comes," praise "rain" with a word "good" from the beginning. Personify the rain, saying that it "knows the season" and knows how to meet the objective needs. Spring is the season when everything germinates and grows. As long as it rains, it begins to rain. Next, it further explains that rain is "good", but "moistening things quietly" is good. Spring rain, usually accompanied by a breeze, carefully moistens everything. However, there are exceptions. Sometimes, it will be accompanied by cold wind, from rain to snow. Sometimes, it will be accompanied by strong winds and heavy rains. Although this kind of rain is in spring, it is not a typical spring rain. It will only hurt things, and it will not "moisten things quietly." Naturally, it will not make people "happy" and it is impossible to get a "good" evaluation. Therefore, the "knowing season" of the first couplet alone is not enough to fully show the "good" of rain. It was not until the second couplet wrote a typical spring rain accompanied by a continuous drizzle that the word "good" was implemented.
"Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently." This is still anthropomorphic. The combination of "sneaking into the night" and "silence" not only shows that rain is drizzle accompanied by breeze, but also shows that rain is intended to "moisten things quietly" and has no intention of seeking "goodness" If you are interested in seeking "good", it will come during the day and create a little momentum for people to see and hear clearly. Just because it deliberately "moistens things quietly" and has no intention of seeking "goodness", it chose a time that does not hinder people's work and labor, and quietly and carefully went underground at the night when people were sleeping.
"The wild path is black, and the river boat is bright." If it rains so well, I hope it rains enough and stays up all night. If only for a while, the clouds will disperse, then "moistening things silently" is very incomplete. The poet grasped this point and wrote the third couplet. On a less gloomy night, the path is easier to see than the field, and the river is easier to distinguish than the shore. Look around: only the lights on the boat are on. Besides, you can't even see the river, and you can't tell the path clearly. The sky is covered with dark clouds and the ground is as black as clouds. It looks certain that it will rain until dawn.
"Xiao looks at the red and wet place, and Jinguan City is heavy." The tail couplet is about an imaginary scene. After a night of such "good rain", everything will be nourished and prosperous. One of the flowers of all things, the flower that best represents spring scenery, is about to drop with the rain. Wait until tomorrow morning to have a look! The whole Jinguan City is a peanut tree, "red and wet", red and heavy, and it merges into a sea of flowers.
Brief analysis:
Through the above analysis of poetry, it is not difficult to see that Du Fu conceived and wrote according to such an emotional thinking, that is, looking forward to rain-listening to rain-watching rain-thinking about rain. As the saying goes, "Spring rain is as expensive as oil", which is true. Everyone expects this precious spring rain to be like oil, and so do poets. When the spring rain floated down, the poet was even more surprised, even lying in bed listening, completely sleepless, eager to have a good play, lest it suddenly stop, so he pushed the door and looked into the distance, looking at the boundless spring rain, and saw the dense spring rain. The author was pleasantly surprised to associate it with the spring scenery of Jinguan City the next day.
Poetry is praising the lofty quality of Spring Rain's obscurity and selfless dedication. The description of this love for the spring rain is so delicate and realistic, full of twists and turns, which can't help but make people marvel at Du Fu's artistic skill in observing things and feelings. No matter in tempering words, or in capturing images and describing details, it embodies the superiority of observing words and observing colors and being meticulous. By comparing and appreciating Du Fu's poems with his gloomy style, we will certainly deeply understand another life interest in Du Fu's poems.
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5. Write the composition of Spring in 400-500 words. Spring is a light-footed painter. When you notice its arrival, it has painted every corner with colors-pink, light yellow, snow white ... and of course, more light green. The grass on the roadside sucks the dew in spring, as if it were an ingenious textile expert, weaving a green carpet with bits and pieces of green. Yingchun is not afraid of the cold. Green, open, open, the first to use life to report the arrival of spring to people. Peach blossoms in full bloom are like pieces of rouge, dyeing the rich mountains and rivers red. The morning glow in spring is like pink on a girl's face, showing such softness, such purity, such change and polymorphism, such profundity and affection. I can't help but think of an ancient poem: "Jasper makeup trees are high, and thousands of strands of blue silk hang down." The spring breeze in February is like scissors. "Yes, the warm spring breeze is like a magic and dexterous scissors! I came to the campus before I was finished. On both sides of the central road, willows and wickers are dotted with countless new green leaves, which sway comfortably in the spring breeze, like a girl's flowing long hair and a fairy's gentle veil. The Chinese rose is also in bloom, which is too shy and fragrant. In this spring season, red flowers are as gorgeous as the sun; Blue flowers are as clear as the sky. The ancients said: "A year's plan lies in spring, and a day's plan lies in the morning. "In the spring morning, the air is fresh, people get up early, some practice qigong in the mountains, some walk in the park, some study ... In spring, people can go out for a trip and have a picnic in the suburbs, which brings joy to people. In spring, you are not as cold as winter, nor as hot as summer. You are warm, fresh and full of vitality, which is the most precious season among the four seasons.
6. Rewrite an ancient poem describing spring into an essay "A Spring Tour in Qiantang"-Bai Juyi.
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake. Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests. Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. I love the lack of eastward travel of the lake and the white sand embankment under the shade of green trees.
Rewrite prose:
After eating a plate of spring rolls, I scrambled eggs with two Chinese toons, and Yuan Zhen and I each drank wine. Taking advantage of the strong wine, we went to Gushan Temple.
The steps are diffuse, the dirt road is slippery, and the crispy taste that has been slightly smoked in the air is more intense. Looking up, Gushan Temple is close at hand. A solemn Brahma Buddha sound floated in, which suddenly made my heart feel a little solemn. But Yuan, who didn't like Amithofo, pulled me to the path leading to Jiating.
Xizi Lake, for thousands of years, has always been like a passionate and poetic girl with infinite springs in her eyes. Jia Ting is on the West Lake, like an affectionate scholar, guarding his lover, the West Lake. On this day, it is early spring weather, the clouds are low in color and shallow in shadow, and a little roll is lazily scattered at the end of the day. The waves of calligraphy are as high and ordinary as the low clouds in the distance.
Taking a rest in the wooden fence of Jiating, looking at the poplar, willow and apricot trees in the west of the pavilion from a distance, as well as the near and tall yellow-green miscellaneous trees and the delicate flowers and plants that fill the gap between this tree and that tree, I felt a little drunk. I couldn't stand the room, so I held the carved column in the pavilion. At this time, several orioles who left the nest early screamed and fought, chased them out of the Woods and disappeared in a blink of an eye.
Looking back at the north of the pavilion, there is a farmhouse. Some swallows who may live there are singing on the eaves of the pavilion, with pieces of fresh soil in their mouths. Tingdong is even more intoxicating: there are messy flowers and high flowers, which make our eyes gradually confused. A brisk horse came from the flowers, and the grass on the ground was so shallow that it drowned the horseshoes.
Looking up at the West Lake in the distance, Yang Yiyi and Baisha are really good places for spring. In the face of this situation, the lofty poetic interest in my heart is like the spring tide in Qiantang River, surging and overwhelming, and suddenly generate comes out.