I have been away for a long time, but I miss my hometown very much. Dear relatives in my hometown, how are you now? Are you happy? Do you know how much I miss you? On this day, I floated on Jiande River all day. It's near dusk and it's getting late. I should find a place to live.
Thinking of this, I moved the boat over and docked at the sandbar in the river. As the sun sets, it seems to be swallowed up by the river, which reminds me of new worries. No one can understand me and comfort me? Looking around, the vast wilderness and the low sky seem to cover everything.
The trees on the nearby shore trembled in the evening breeze. The sky looks lower than a tree! In the clear river, there is only one bright moon quietly accompanying me.
2. I, Meng Haoran, expanded Su Jiande's ancient poems by 300 words. Although I am a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty, I have outstanding talent, but I have never been reused. I have never been an official in my life. How talented! In order to relieve my depression, I often travel and relax. I have been away for a long time, but I miss my hometown very much. Dear relatives in my hometown, how are you now? Are you happy? Do you know how much I miss you?
On this day, I floated on Jiande River all day. It's near dusk and it's getting late. I should find a place to live. Thinking of this, I moved the boat over and docked at the sandbar in the river. As the sun sets, it seems to be swallowed up by the river, which reminds me of new worries. No one can understand me and comfort me? Looking around, the vast wilderness and the low sky seem to cover everything. The trees on the nearby shore trembled in the evening breeze. The sky looks lower than a tree! In the clear river, there is only one bright moon quietly accompanying me. See here, I can't help feeling, can't help but blurt out:
"When my boat was moored in the fog,
As the sun fades, old memories begin.
How wide the world is, how close the trees are to heaven,
How clear the moon is on the water! . "
I really want people all over the world to know how I feel now. May my descendants read this poem and comfort my lonely heart!
3. Su Jiande's ancient poems expanded by 200 words. A night's berth on Jiande River is rewritten: Although I am a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty, I am outstanding in talent, but I have never been reused. I have never been an official in my life. How talented! In order to relieve my depression, I often travel and relax.
I have been away for a long time, but I miss my hometown very much. Dear relatives in my hometown, how are you now? Are you happy? Do you know how much I miss you? On this day, I floated on Jiande River all day. It's near dusk and it's getting late. I should find a place to live.
Thinking of this, I moved the boat over and docked at the sandbar in the river. As the sun sets, it seems to be swallowed up by the river, which reminds me of new worries. No one can understand me and comfort me? Looking around, the vast wilderness and the low sky seem to cover everything.
The trees on the nearby shore trembled in the evening breeze. The sky looks lower than a tree! In the clear river, there is only one bright moon quietly accompanying me.
4. Rewrite a Jiangnan ancient poem into a 400-word composition. Spring is a season full of precious memories, and everywhere is full of warm sunshine and spring.
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.
Wang Dongting's ancient poems were rewritten into a 350-word composition. Original text: Wang Dongting's lake light in Yuxi, autumn and moon know each other, and there is no wind on the pool surface.
Looking at Dongting from a distance, there is a green snail in the silver plate. Dongting Lake in the moonlight is very soft and harmonious.
There is no ripple on the silver lake, and the calm lake reflects the autumn moon in the sky. In the blue sky, a bright moon is embedded in the sky, and the cold moonlight is sprinkled on the lake, and the lake light and moonlight blend together, which is beautiful. There is no wind or sound on the lake, just like a bronze mirror that has never been polished.
I climbed the pagoda and looked at the green trees and red flowers beside Dongting Lake. Looking at the beautiful scenery on Dongting Lake; Looking around, there are green Junshan in the lake, tall and straight century-old trees, famous places of interest at home and abroad, and ancient temples hidden in the mountains. This Dongting Lake is as bright as a silver plate, and this Green Army Mountain is like a small green snail.
Seeing these beautiful scenery, I can't help but admire: "It's really the harmony between the lake and the moon, and there is no windless mirror on the pool surface." Look at the Dongting landscape, there is a green snail in the silver plate! "Or: On a starry night, I came to the best place to look at Dongting Lake-the watchtower.
On that day, the moon was as golden as a freshly ripe banana, and the stars were dancing in the dark blue sky like a group of little girls who could sing and dance. Look! The moon stinks. She combed her hair and dusted herself in front of the ocean mirror.
In fact, the mirror of the ocean is Dongting Lake. When there is no wind, she is a flawless mirror. When there is wind, many wrinkles appear on her face, as if she had aged a lot at once.
Looking from a distance, a Junshan stands in the middle of Dongting Lake, which reminds me of an idiom: Tingting stands tall. I'm not the only one who came to Dongting. When I met my old friend, I was intoxicated by this pleasant scenery.
Look! At the moment, he is drinking tea and chanting loudly: "What a green snail in a silver plate!" " "After I got his hint, I immediately echoed:" The lake is full of moonlight, and there is no windless mirror on the pool surface. Looking at the mountains and rivers in Dongting, there is a green snail in the silver plate! "He immediately raised his hand and praised:" Good poem, good poem! "This Dongting is a land of fish and rice. Who doesn't remember? On a clear autumn night, I came to Dongting Lake. I was immediately attracted by what I saw.
I saw the faint moonlight shining on the lake, which was particularly harmonious.
The water was calm, and the moonlight made the lake look like a big bronze mirror without any scratches. Looking at Dongting Lake, I was surprised to find a lush "Junshan" in the middle of the lake, which is very beautiful.
It's like a white plate with green snails on it. Seeing this reminds me of Liu Yuxi's "Looking at Dongting" and I can't help chanting in a low voice: the lake is full of moonlight, and the mirror on the pool is not polished.
Look at the Dongting landscape. There is a green snail in the silver plate.
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. ...
Shepherd boy (Lv Yan)
Lv Yan: Dong Bin.
The grass shop is six or seven miles away from the field, the flute is long and the night wind is three or four.
Come back from a full meal at dusk, and don't take off your hemp fiber.
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① Yokono: Guangyuanye.
2 get: tease.
Hemp fiber: a brown or straw-colored coat used to shelter from wind and rain.
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Green grass, vast Yuan Ye, endless. The flute sounded intermittently in the evening breeze, melodious, as if playing with the evening breeze. The shepherd boy returned from grazing and had a big meal at dusk. He didn't even take off his hemp fiber, so he lay happily on the grass on a moonlit night.
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The poem "1( 16) Pictures of Shepherd Boy's Works of Art" shows us a vivid picture of Shepherd Boy coming home at night. We saw the quiet and leisurely life of the shepherd boy. Through the poem, we also see the author's inner world's yearning for a life away from the hustle and bustle and enjoying a happy life: the vast Yuan Ye is covered with green grass; The evening breeze is blowing the weeds. I haven't seen the shepherd boy come back yet, but I first heard the melodious and approaching flute of the shepherd boy coming from the wind. The flute sounded intermittently and fluttered with the wind. The shepherd boy came back and had a good meal. It's already after dusk. He didn't even take off his hemp fiber, so he lay in the open field to rest on a moonlit night. It shows the carefree and innocent nature of children. There are scenes, feelings, characters and voices in the poem. This vivid scene appears in our field of vision from far and near.
The word "shop" shows the gentle comfort of the grass and grassland.
The word "Nong" expresses a kind of interest, conveying the melodious flute sound in the wind and the meaning of the shepherd boy playing the flute.
Six or seven miles and three or four sounds here do not refer to definite figures, but to highlight the silence of the vast countryside in Yuan Ye in the evening.
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Expressed the author's inner yearning for a safe and comfortable life.
7. Rewrite an ancient poem and meditate on the quiet night. A bright moon hangs alone in the night sky. Li Bai lay tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep, staring at the autumn frost-like moonlight on the ground. His heart hurts like a knife. (Delete), remembering the day when I left home a few years ago, I couldn't help crying. I wonder how his family has been these years. Do your wife and children miss him? Is the osmanthus tree still there in front of the house? Does it smell as good as before? (Keep asking yourself and pinning your feelings, okay. )
Tossing and turning, he still couldn't sleep. He sat up, put on his clothes and got out of bed. Looking at his shabby robe, he couldn't help thinking of his wife. I wonder how she is now. Thinking about it, I opened the door and came out. The moonlight in the yard is like water, the leaves are withered, and the wind in late autumn is blowing, so I can't help shivering. Looking at my lonely shadow on the ground, I can't help but sigh: "Alas!" If only I were at home, my wife would sew a gown for herself, but now I don't know when to put it on again. Looking up at the moon in the sky, (delete) smiling at him, much like a child's smiling face, as if to say to him, "Dad, come back quickly!" " We miss you very much. Do you miss us? "Li Bai even said to himself," Yes, dad misses you. I wonder how your book is going. "Well, I still don't want to. The more I think about it, the more annoying it is. I went back to my room to sleep. (The object of psychological activity here is not clear enough. )
Li Bai dragged a long shadow back to his room, but he still couldn't sleep in bed. Everything in his hometown, his wife, children and neighbors are always dangling in front of him ... I really don't know when I can go back to my hometown? A gust of autumn wind blew in, and Li Bai couldn't help shaking again. The wind in late autumn was really cold, and Li Bai got up and closed the window again. Alas! When will the bright moon shine on me?
8. Jiang Nanchun's ancient poems were rewritten into compositions. I rode a donkey alone, climbed mountains and waded through hardships.
Finally came to the vast Jiangnan. Ah, Jiangnan is so beautiful! Orioles are singing everywhere, and the branches of willows are sprouting and emitting light green.
Beautiful scenery, birds and flowers. In the field, farmers are transplanting rice seedlings in the field; On the lake, every boat is staggering forward, and fishermen are casting nets to fish; The town is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with people coming and going and heavy traffic. Restaurants and merchants on both sides of the street come and go, and all kinds of wine flags flutter gently in the spring breeze.
Climbing high and overlooking, there are countless large and small temples in the distance, and the momentum is very huge. Rain flows like a layer of light smoke in the spring breeze, and countless terraces are silent in this misty rain.
As if washed away the dust. I relaxed again, forgot all my troubles, and let myself walk into this beautiful spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River.
9. Remember three ancient poems in Jiangnan, rewrite the composition of 200 to 300 words, and have a cool night. I looked into the distance in an alley in Luoyang city. In Luoyang city, you can't see the green orchid water like Jiangnan, and only in Jiangnan can you see such a river and such water. At this point, he raised his head and began to recall the past in Jiangnan.
In spring, whenever the sun rises. There are several bamboo raft boats crossing the river and sliding slowly. The river is calm, the water is green and the sky is blue, which can be said to be a connection between water and the sky.
The riverside can be said to be a paradise for flowers. The delicate peach blossom is actually open, and it is pink from a distance. Wild flowers are not to be outdone. Red, yellow, blue and white decorate grass into beautiful cloth. The weeping willows by the river have long green hair. Looking around, they are green, vibrant and picturesque.
Swallows in the south also came back, chirping and singing, as if to shout to people: "Spring is coming, spring is coming."
Jiangnan makes me linger. Can I forget Jiangnan?