Literati is a modern word and a proper noun, referring to scholars who can write articles. I have collected compositions about ancient literati, welcome to read. A composition about ancient literati
Quietly, sorrow comes to mind, and I can't stop praising my words as I write. I have witnessed the destruction of my country and my family, my life has been separated from my husband, I can't stop sighing, I have endless sorrow, and I spend my old age in misery and loneliness. .
Li Qingzhao, your words still shine through time and space, gently touching people's heartstrings, exuding a ray of fragrance, allowing people to savor endlessly... I just want to hold your hand and get close to your soul. , feel your heart.
You used to be an innocent girl, with beautiful hair and fragrant cheeks, and a face like a flower. You were in love, sentimental, and had an unstoppable spring heart. "I stopped playing on the swing and got up to straighten my slender hands. The dew was thick and the flowers were thin, and my clothes were light and thin with sweat. When the guests came in, my socks and gold hairpins slipped out. I walked away in shame, leaned against the door and looked back, sniffing the green plums."... < /p>
I want to savor the faint fragrance of tea with you, lean against the building, listen to the wind and rain, and sense your mood. The soft wind, drizzle, and light fragrance set off your face, and you feel lonely because of lovesickness. "You can't help but feel ecstasy. People in the west wind are thinner than yellow flowers." It can be said that "the deeper the love, the more you miss." You are looking forward to a letter from your husband, "There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I frown, but it's in my heart." It's so hard to wait. What is written on those yellowed papers is your sorrow and your thoughts. You were happily playing with antiques with your husband, and were intoxicated in the world of poetry, painting, and music. You smiled as brightly as a bud, and your beauty drifted into the distance with your words, traveling through time and space. You are so happy, so joyful.
However, everyone has to go through ups and downs. The happy life, the sweetness of love, and all the beauty suddenly disappeared. The change of dynasties and the turmoil of the times arouse your melancholy. Hold your hand and feel the sorrow in your heart. The country is destroyed, the family is destroyed, things have changed and people have changed. In the wind, I can vaguely hear your voice, but it is so cold and yet so transparent. The sky is blue, waiting for the mist and rain, and you are waiting for him. The smoke curls up thousands of miles across the river. What is lost will never come back. . Facing north, thinking about old things, "looking and searching", the sense of loss with nothing to rely on, and the sad demeanor of being alone in a "deserted, miserable and miserable" environment are all expressions of your sadness. "Three cups and two cups of light wine, how can I defeat him? The wind is coming late at night?" I was so worried that even the wine was light and tasteless, unable to offset my sorrow. "The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground and become haggard, so who can pick them now?" Sad, sad, sad autumn self-pity. Facing the decline of his country, he could not gallop on the battlefield, go to court to discuss affairs, or drink and curse in seats. He could only feel sad in secret. How could such sorrow be called sorrow? At this time, you are as thin as a yellow flower, and you are so haggard. The figure cannot bear to make people feel distressed.
In the streets with falling flowers, although the passing time cannot be forgotten, the scenery is still the same as before, and you are still the same person you were that day, with tears in your eyes.
I meet you, hold your hand, get close to your soul, feel your mood... Composition 2 of Ancient Literati
Among all the poets, I My favorite poem by Li Bai: "Li Bai was about to leave in a boat, when he suddenly heard singing on the shore. The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, and it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending me love." These four lines of poetry seemed to blurt out, as naturally as wanting to speak. Is it because he "has poetry in mind", or is it because poetry has integrated into his heart and soul. This poem "To Wang Lun" is enough to make Li Bai immortal and Tang poetry immortal! Give an example
"Toast a glass to invite the bright moon, and drink together as three people." "Drinking Alone under the Moon" is Li Bai's lonely swan song. At that time, Li Bai came to Chang'an and became the imperial scholar of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty. Although this was a laudable position, Li Bai did not bow down to "five pecks of rice." He dared to "not get on the boat even if the emperor called for it", he dared to let the imperial concubine grind him, he dared to ask the powerful man to take off his boots. He was destined not to be a canary in a golden cage. The palace could not accommodate him, the powerful could not tolerate him, and he was ostracized everywhere. However, he did not become depressed because of this, and said coolly: "If life is not satisfactory in this world, the Ming Dynasty will ruin the boat." Li Bai is Li Bai. He is more free and easy and unruly than ordinary people. He walked out of Chang'an without looking back and became a big roc again.
It was not an easy task for Li Bai to leave Chang'an. The ancients "learned well and became an official." How could Li Bai have no political ambitions? When he walked into Chang'an that day, he sang: "Looking up to the sky and laughing out loud." Go, how can we be from Penghao?" But his personality destined his political ambitions to be just a castle in the air. He is frustrated, he is in pain, he is confused. He helplessly shouted to the sky: "The journey is difficult, the journey is difficult, and the road is divergent. Where will we be now?" The future was uncertain. He walked alone in the long night. The darkness blinded his eyes, but it could not blind his heart. He has always been firm in his heart: "There will be times when the wind and waves break, and the sails will rise to help the sea."
Since there is no way to go, just find your own way! "An Neng can bend his eyebrows and bend his waist to serve the powerful, which makes me unhappy." Li Bai finally figured out that Chang'an would only suffocate him. Without freedom, he will die, his heart will die, and his talent will die! Some people know how to survive the fittest, and whatever environment fate gives them, they will adjust their mentality to adapt to this environment; some people People must be born rebellious and unwilling to compromise with fate. I would rather be broken into pieces than suffer from my own personality. Li Bai is this kind of person. He has sharp edges and corners, like a stubborn stone. No matter how hard the torrent hits, it can't wear away his edges and poke at his pride.
Destiny gave him poverty, but he sang: "I will come back again after all my gold is gone." When fate gave him money, he said boldly: "The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will soon be exchanged for fine wine, and I will sell thousands of miles of sorrow with you." Fate cannot restrain him at all. He is a person who uses honor and disgrace to drink wine. It is obvious that the wine is filled with sadness, but what comes out of his mouth is filled with lofty sentiments. What I love most is his unruly, uncompromising, and unyielding pride. Summary of the questions
Some people think that he is floating and independent, emerging as an immortal; others think that he is descended from the Taibai Venus; but in my eyes, he has never been an individual. How could a mortal be immune to this? The fetters of the world? Li Bai is not a mortal, he is an immortal who has never fallen into the mortal world. Composition 3 about ancient literati
The sound of rain is soft, like the clear sound of a guqin in the distant years. The twilight dyes the sky into a wonderful ink painting, with colors that are neither thick nor light, a touch of vastness, boundless, gradually getting heavier, and gradually disappearing.
The phoenix trees are covered with drizzle, and at dusk, it drops bit by bit. Thousands of years ago, was there the same night, when a woman sat alone against the window, looking at the shadow in despair, while the cold wind and cold rain in late autumn shook the remaining chrysanthemums all over the ground? The dusk rain was still the same, blurring the rushing time. It was only a blink of an eye, but it was thousands of years apart.
Yi An, I often wonder, what kind of woman should you be? Are you as beautiful, gentle, elegant and refined as a Jiangnan woman? What kind of subtle and natural bookish atmosphere should there be between your eyebrows, like an oriental woman? The chrysanthemums on the fence are noble and self-proclaimed, unstained by the dust of the world? How delicate and sentimental should your heart be, so that you can have "the flowers float by themselves and the water flows by itself. One kind of lovesickness, two places of worry. There is no way to eliminate this feeling." , I only lower my brows, but my heart is full of them", and the graceful and light sadness of "Lonely in the deep boudoir, I feel a thousand strands of sadness in my tender heart. When the spring comes, what time will the flowers rain?" However, I think your character must also have something from the north. Otherwise, there would be no "The sky is connected with the clouds and waves, and the dawn fog is connected, and the stars are about to turn around and thousands of sails are dancing. It's like the dream soul returns to the emperor's residence, hears the sky's words, and asks me diligently where I am going? I report the long journey, sigh at dusk, and learn poetry. There is an astonishing sentence. "The wind is flying for nine thousand miles, the wind is still, and the boat is blowing to the three mountains." Although these words express the depression of not being able to find talent, they are unrestrained and exciting, and the broad realm is vividly expressed on the paper.
Spiritual and extraordinary, Yi An, I think you must be like this, just like your name, Li Qingzhao. I once interpreted it as a clear lotus shining on the water, emerging from the mud but not stained, washing the clear ripples without being evil, aloof and lonely, far away from the hustle and bustle of the world. However, in the turbulent Southern Song Dynasty, when the mountains and rivers were broken and the wind was flying, who would appreciate your talent? You searched and searched, but it was still deserted and miserable. The sycamore trees are raining at night, weeping and complaining, scattered all over the place in sadness.
"Last night it rained and the wind blew, and I couldn't get rid of the wine after a deep sleep. I tried to ask the person behind the curtain, but the crabapple was still the same. Do you know? Do you know? It should be green, fat, red and thin." This poem contains only a few strokes. , full of charm, the language is simple, but the artistic conception is profound. From your early lyrics, I saw your liveliness and aura. "I always remember that the sun sets at the creek pavilion, and I am so drunk that I don't know the way back. I return to the boat late after my excitement, and stray into the depths of lotus flowers. Fighting for the crossing, fighting for the crossing, startling a pool of gulls and herons." Such simple happiness, maybe you after crossing south , reading these words will make you cry involuntarily. Only parting will make you sad, "Dongli drinks wine after dusk. There is a faint fragrance filling the sleeves. You can't help but feel the west wind blowing behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers." However, this is just the sorrow of parting due to the long love between children. How can it be compared with those poems filled with deep sadness after crossing to the south? Those sorrows of losing a country, a family, and being displaced, even if they are just a few strokes, are already extremely heavy and sad. "Every year in the snow, I often plant plum blossoms to get drunk. I have no good intentions in removing the plum blossoms, and I am full of tears. Today, everywhere in the world, my temples are blooming. It depends on the late wind, so I should not see the plum blossoms." The cold plum blossoms are still there, you But he has experienced emotional changes. Things are different and people are not the same. Everything is different, and the tears flow first when he wants to speak. As for "Yong Yu Le" and "Slow Voice", it is even more unbearable to read. In troubled times, when talents are not found and people are displaced, how can there be a word of sorrow? "I am a hero in life, and I am a ghost hero in death. I still think about Xiang Yu." , Reluctant to cross the Yangtze River. "Why are those rulers who are struggling to survive in prosperity and decadence inferior to a weak woman, completely disregarding the fate of the country and the peril of the nation? And why, Yi An, although you are a woman, So brave?
The sound of rain is still there, but my thoughts have traveled through thousands of years. In troubled times, Yi An sadly disappeared in the wind and rain, but became an eternity in people's memory. Thousands of years later, in the evening rain, I leaned against the window and thought about Yi An, and saw a lonely and unstained lotus in the night rain.