In this beautiful March in Ruyan Liu, my old friend Meng Haoran will leave Yangzhou, a city with beautiful flowers and curtains. Li Bai, a good friend, invited Meng Haoran to the Yellow Crane Tower near the Yangtze River to see him off.
It was only six o'clock, and there was a reddish glow in the sky. Li Bai took out a bottle of wine from a small wooden box. He said, "Brother Meng is leaving the Yellow River Collection, so I will give you this vintage wine.
When you go to Yangzhou in this beautiful season, I envy you very much, but I am reluctant to give up. You will go to the East, I don't know when you will come back ... "Meng Haoran interrupted Li Bai:" Brother Li doesn't have to give up, but my younger brother just goes to Yangzhou, which is not far from here. Li Ge missed me, so he came to Yangzhou to get together with me, and we'll get drunk again ... ""Meng Haoran, the boatman shouted below. "Brother Li, goodbye!" Meng Haoran clenched Li Bai's hand.
"See you later, take care!" Li Baidao. Meng Haoran hurried downstairs and boarded the ship.
Meng Haoran's ship set sail, and Li Bai stood on the Yellow Crane Tower and reluctantly waved to his old friend. He watched the boat sail, took his old friends farther and farther, and finally disappeared at the end of the blue sky.
At this time, only the surging waves rushed to the end of the blue sky, as if catching up with old friends. Li Bai stood there staring into the distance and thinking for a long time.
All this lingered in Li Bai's mind, so he picked up a pen and wrote a farewell to Meng Haoran on his way to Yangzhou: an old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. In late spring and March, the Yangtze River is misty and full of flowers. Bai bid farewell to the great poet Meng Haoran on the Yellow Crane Tower.
The Yellow Crane Tower flies from the eaves and walks on the wall, overlooking the Yangtze River. Li Bai and Meng Haoran look up at the blue sky and white clouds for a while, and overlook the scenery on the river for a while, both deliberately not touching the feelings of parting hidden in their hearts.
Finally, Li Bai raised his glass and said, "Master Meng, your personality is admirable, and your poems are famous all over the world. I have always regarded you as my brother and teacher since I met you.
Today, you will go downstream to Yangzhou. I don't know when we will meet again. Please fill this cup! Meng Haoran picked up his glass and gulped it down, then said, "Wang Bo said it well,' However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven will still be our neighbor." Although we are temporarily separated, our friendship will always be like the waves of the Yangtze River. "
The willow on the shore is Yiyi, and the seagulls on the river are a little. A friend got on the boat.
The white sail faded away with the kawakaze and disappeared at the end of the blue sky. Li Bai is still standing by the river, staring at the distance, only seeing a spring flowing to the horizon ... Li Bai couldn't help but be excited and immediately sang a well-known poem-"Yellow Crane Tower Farewell Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou": An old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.
My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon. Fireworks In March, Brother Meng and I rode to the Yellow Crane Tower, where we often go.
Today is the day when Brother Meng will go to West Yangzhou. I have prepared farewell wine and snacks for Brother Meng. Meng Xiong and I boarded the Yellow Crane Tower and sat at a table by the window, drinking wine and eating our snacks.
At this time, the breeze was blowing gently, blowing Meng Xiong's clothes and mine. (The author has a rich imagination. From this detail, we feel the feeling of spring and endow the article with dynamic beauty. Brother Meng and I put down our glasses, went to the window and looked at the ocean of fireworks outside. The river is sparkling and flocks of birds are flying freely in the blue sky.
(from the previous narrative to the description of the scenery, naturally. ) In such picturesque scenery, Meng Xiong and I had a great interest in poetry, and we drank good poems one after another.
When we were happy, we began to talk about our worries, ambitions and ideals. After a long talk, it's getting late and Brother Meng is leaving.
Brother Meng and I can only drink one last glass of wine. I stood up with a hip flask in one hand and a glass in the other. I slowly filled Meng Xiong with wine and poured myself another. Meng Xiong and I picked up the glass together. The description of the scene makes the reader feel immersive. Brother Meng said, "Hey! All good things must come to an end. Let's say goodbye today. I don't know when to meet again. Come on! Let's have a drink. "
Say that finish, we drink off. At this time, Brother Meng packed his luggage and said, "Dear brothers, I'm leaving."
"I'll give you another ride!" I said. Say that finish, Meng Xiong and I went downstairs together.
This sentence is not in harmony with the artistic conception of the article, so the first sentence below can indicate the destination. ) We walked hand in hand on the tree-lined path, and the scenery on the road was really beautiful, so full of spring scenery.
The green grass is dotted with wild flowers, and the trees on the roadside are sprouting and turning green. The wind is blowing, the river is sparkling, and a free bird is chasing behind us, singing with its euphemistic song, as if singing a farewell song for Meng Xiong. In such a vibrant scenery, we have no intention of enjoying it.
We were silent all the way. The beautiful scenery creates a deep sadness of parting.
With a stroke of a pen, the sadness of parting was subtly highlighted. ) came to the river, the ship has arrived, Meng Xiong was about to board, I grabbed Meng Xiong, (too suddenly, Li Bai and Meng Haoran were quite natural and unrestrained about this separation.
There will be no such dramatic performance! ) said: "I don't know when I can meet again. I wish you a pleasant journey and peace. "
Brother Meng said gratefully, "We will definitely meet again." Brother Meng got on the boat and stood at the bow. Our eyes met. He took my hand and said, "Goodbye!" The boatman paddled and the boat paddled slowly forward.
Meng Xiong stood at the bow and waved to me all the time. I waved and silently blessed Meng Xiong. The ship left and disappeared on the horizon where the water meets the sky, only the shadow of the ship could be seen.
Nearby, I saw the waves beating layer by layer and rushing to the shore. The shadow of the fish is reflected in the water; In the distance, the river is shining and rolling forward.
I have been standing by the river and never left. Watching, I sang a poem: An old friend said goodbye to the West Yellow Crane Tower, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.
My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.
2. The number of ancient poems about scenery has been expanded by 300. The chapter "Singing Willow" is in the spring of March, which is intoxicating. One day, the poet was at home because of illness, and he wondered. He asked Li Bai to chat, and he was very comfortable because he wanted to get together with his friends. Along the way, he hummed a tune and enjoyed the roadside scenery, green grass, green leaves and bright flowers. It is really warm. So he slowed down and enjoyed himself. I saw the microwave ringing on the clear lake, and the clever swallows flew on the lake for a while, rushed to the other side, and jumped into the air for a while, so happy. The mandarin ducks in the lake chase and play in the water, the willows on the shore are woven like jasper, so bright and intoxicating, and the pointed willows are like elves just cut out with scissors. Willow branches hang down gently like ribbons. The breeze blew, and branches like hair floated with the wind. He was intoxicated by them. Suddenly, his mind was inspired, and his quip became a poem: "Jasper adorns trees, and thousands of strands of green silk tapestries hang down. I wonder who cut the thin leaves? " The spring breeze in February is like scissors. "After singing, he stopped again and quickly wrote down the swan song of this spring in his notebook. After reading the book, he recited it repeatedly and thought it was quite good. While he was still thinking, he suddenly remembered Li Bai and thought, why don't I have a drink with Brother Li Bai with this poem? He reluctantly left the beautiful scenery.
3. The ancient poem was rewritten as 360 words of "boating in peace". A crystal clear river is sparkling, the aquatic plants sway slightly with the running water, and the small fish and shrimps swim freely in the water. The golden sunshine shines softly on the water, and the waves of fish scales are particularly beautiful. On the river bank, the green grass is dense and the distant mountains are undulating, just like a charming landscape painting. Suddenly, a burst of laughter broke the silent scenery. There is a boat floating in the distance, and two laughing children are sitting on it. One of them is wearing a red Chinese corset, the other is wearing a white shirt, and both of them are barefoot. An older boy put away his penny and stopped rowing. Suddenly, a child held up an umbrella, but it didn't rain. It turned out that they used umbrellas as sails and let the wind carry the boat forward. The boat is moving slowly and two children are playing with each other. How clever they are.
4. Rewriting the ancient poem "Boating in Anren" once, when Yang Wanli, a poet of the Song Dynasty, passed by Anren County by boat, he saw the green grass on both sides of the boat through the window of the cabin, like a bright green carpet, flowers everywhere, singing and dancing, and everything was so vibrant and prosperous. Deeply attracted by the beautiful scenery, he couldn't help getting out of the cabin and standing at the bow looking up. At this time, the spring breeze brushed my face, and the flowers smelled fragrant. I was refreshed and relaxed. So, he opened his arms, breathed the fresh air deeply and enjoyed the beautiful scenery given to nature by this spring.
Suddenly, a crisp song came to my ears, and when I looked intently, there was a small fishing boat on the river not far away, with two lively and lovely boys sitting on the bow. They rowed and punted while singing loudly. After a while, the two children suddenly stopped singing, then put away the bamboo poles and paddles of the punting, ran into the cabin, took out an umbrella and stood at the bow, spreading it out. "Ah, it doesn't rain or sunny at this time. What are they doing with umbrellas? " Yang Wanli felt very strange and puzzled. Curiosity prompted him to tilt the boat forward and asked, "Now it's sunny, why do you want to take an umbrella?" The two children opened their eyes wide, cocked their heads and said innocently, "We have no sails on this ship. Let's spread an umbrella as a sail. In this way, the ship can move forward quickly and save energy! " Yang Wanli suddenly realized this. He nodded, gave a thumbs-up and praised, "You two are so smart to come up with such a good idea. Not simple, not simple! "
Later, Yang Wanli walked into the cabin and scribbled: "A fishing boat with two children parked on it. It's strange to play an umbrella when it doesn't rain, not to cover your head but to make wind. " A well-known poem was born in this way and has been passed down to this day.
5. Rewriting the ancient poem "Boating in Anren" once, when Yang Wanli, a poet of the Song Dynasty, passed Anren County by boat, he saw the green grass on both sides of the boat through the window of the cabin, like a bright green carpet, flowers everywhere, singing and dancing, and everything was so vibrant and prosperous.
Deeply attracted by the beautiful scenery, he couldn't help getting out of the cabin and standing at the bow looking up. At this time, the spring breeze brushed my face, and the flowers smelled fragrant. I was refreshed and relaxed.
So, he opened his arms, breathed the fresh air deeply and enjoyed the beautiful scenery given to nature by this spring. Suddenly, a crisp song came to my ears, and when I looked intently, there was a small fishing boat on the river not far away, with two lively and lovely boys sitting on the bow.
They rowed and punted while singing loudly. After a while, the two children suddenly stopped singing, then put away the bamboo poles and paddles of the punting, ran into the cabin, took out an umbrella and stood at the bow, spreading it out.
"Ah, it doesn't rain or sunny at this time. What are they doing with umbrellas? " Yang Wanli felt very strange and puzzled. Curiosity prompted him to tilt the boat forward and asked, "Now it's sunny, why do you want to take an umbrella?" The two children opened their eyes wide, cocked their heads and said innocently, "We have no sails on this ship. Let's spread an umbrella as a sail.
In this way, the ship can move forward quickly and save energy! "Yang Wanli this just suddenly enlighted. He nodded, gave a thumbs-up and praised, "You two are so smart to come up with such a good idea.
Not simple, not simple! "Later, Yang Wanli walked into the cabin and scribbled:" A fishing boat with two children parked on it. It's strange to play an umbrella when it doesn't rain. It's not to cover your head but to make wind. "
A well-known poem was born in this way and has been passed down to this day.
6. Write about 360 words about Tianshan Mountain, which is a picturesque place.
When I was in the third grade, my mother took me to Tianshan once, and I still remember the beautiful scenery there. It was a sunny day. After getting off the train, my mother and I arrived in Tianshan Mountain in a short time by car.
When I got off the bus, my eyes suddenly opened up, and the endless green grass made people walk on it. Herds of sheep are eating grass with relish.
Go ahead, it is a pine forest. Pine trees are crowded together, and it's interesting to push them around.
A few steps to the east, a large area of colorful flowers: red, white, pink, yellow ... dazzling. Wow! I suddenly looked up and saw a lake not far away. When I walked in, it was much clearer than the water in the West Lake.
I stood on the shore and all kinds of fish swimming in the lake were clearly visible. In the sky, the blue sky and white clouds make Tianshan more beautiful.
Ah! The scenery in Tianshan Mountain is really beautiful.
7. Have you rewritten the ancient poems describing the scenery into the original text of the composition?
Author: Bai Juyi
Spring outing in Qiantang Lake
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 beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
Adaptation of Qiantang River Spring Tour
Spring really came, the sun shone on me warmly, and I stretched myself. It's time to go out for activities.
The fog outside hangs over the earth, houses and people who come to the West Lake for morning exercise. Climbing the lonely mountain, a cool breeze blows gently, sweeping away the fatigue of winter and bringing the vigor of spring. These trees shade each other. "To compare the West Lake to the West Lake, it is always appropriate to put on heavy and light." Looking around, the West Lake is so vast and empty. The water waves ripple like a mirage, visible in the morning, sometimes hidden and sometimes present. Sitting in a lonely mountain temple to have a rest and drinking good Longjing tea, I feel refreshed.
Soon the sun gently lifted the fog with its silky light, and the fog seemed reluctant to leave the West Lake, lingering and gently drifting away in exquisiteness and grace. In the distance, several early warblers twittered around, stopped in the tree and flew again, as if fighting for territory. The birds that won the good site stopped in the trees and sang happily, and the songs spread melodiously throughout the valleys and lakes. Swallows also flew from the south, with mud in their mouths, and built their own houses under the eaves.
I walked gently by the lake for fear of disturbing the newly awakened bugs on the shore. Grass broke through the ground and flowers were in full bloom. Bees are busy collecting honey and pollinating, flying around among flowers, leaving a busy figure. Butterflies on the side seem relaxed, dancing in pairs, playing in the flowers, playing hide-and-seek, resting on the petals when they are tired, and then flapping their wings into another flower. The flowers are so bright that my eyes are fascinated. Close your eyes and take a deep breath. The fragrance of flowers is pleasant and refreshing. The first time the grass color appeared nearby, it reminded me of the poem "The grass color is far away but not near".
My favorite is Bai Causeway in the east of the lake, where trees are shaded and willows are lingering. Rows of green weeping willows in Bai Causeway, with branches and leaves stretching and fluttering in the wind; The green grass in the patches of green land is also lying quietly. What an elegant and quiet scenery.
"Spring scenery on the lake is picturesque, and the peaks spread around the stage. Pine rows cover thousands of green hills, and there are pearls in the heart of the moon. " As described in this poem, the West Lake is like a poem, a painting and a song. Oh, West Lake, you are a poem that fascinates me, a painting that fascinates me, and a song that I will never forget.
8. Who can help me change an ancient poem about scenery into a short composition?
Author: Bai Juyi
Spring outing in Qiantang Lake
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 beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
Adaptation of Qiantang River Spring Tour
Spring really came, the sun shone on me warmly, and I stretched myself. It's time to go out for activities.
The fog outside hangs over the earth, houses and people who come to the West Lake for morning exercise. Climbing the lonely mountain, a cool breeze blows gently, sweeping away the fatigue of winter and bringing the vigor of spring. These trees shade each other. "If you want to compare the West Lake to the West Lake, it is always appropriate to put on heavy and light." Looking around, the West Lake is so vast and empty. The water waves ripple like a mirage, visible in the morning, sometimes hidden and sometimes present. Sitting in a lonely mountain temple to have a rest and drinking good Longjing tea, I feel refreshed.
Soon the sun gently lifted the fog with its silky light, and the fog seemed reluctant to leave the West Lake, lingering and gently drifting away in exquisiteness and grace. In the distance, several early warblers twittered around, stopped in the tree and flew again, as if fighting for territory. The birds that won the good site stopped in the trees and sang happily, and the songs spread melodiously throughout the valleys and lakes. Swallows also flew from the south, with mud in their mouths, and built their own houses under the eaves.
I walked gently by the lake for fear of disturbing the newly awakened bugs on the shore. Grass broke through the ground and flowers were in full bloom. Bees are busy collecting honey and pollinating, flying around among flowers, leaving a busy figure. Butterflies on the side seem relaxed, dancing in pairs, playing in the flowers, playing hide-and-seek, resting on the petals when they are tired, and then flapping their wings into another flower. The flowers are so bright that my eyes are fascinated. Close your eyes and take a deep breath. The fragrance of flowers is pleasant and refreshing. The first time the grass color appeared nearby, it reminded me of the poem "The grass color is far away but not near".
My favorite is Bai Causeway in the east of the lake, where trees are shaded and willows are lingering. Rows of green weeping willows in Bai Causeway, with branches and leaves stretching and fluttering in the wind; The green grass in the patches of green land is also lying quietly. What an elegant and quiet scenery.
"Spring scenery on the lake is picturesque, and the peaks spread around the stage. Pine rows cover thousands of green hills, and there are pearls in the heart of the moon. " As described in this poem, the West Lake is like a poem, a painting and a song. Oh, West Lake, you are a poem that fascinates me, a painting that fascinates me, and a song that I will never forget.
9. 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.