Because it is limited to seven steps, it is called "seven-step poem" by later generations. It is said that Cao Pi was "deeply ashamed" after hearing this, not only because Cao Zhi showed extraordinary talent in poetry, but also because the poem showed that brothers are brothers, and they should not be suspicious and resentful, which naturally made the emperor feel ashamed.
This poem was written in a purely metaphorical way. The language is simple and clear, and there is no need to explain it. Just a little dredging in individual words and phrases, its significance is self-evident. "Douchi" in the second sentence refers to Douchi that has been filtered and cooked to make sauce.
"Fen" refers to beanstalk, which is dried and used as firewood. The powder is cooked with beans from the same root. Metaphor brothers are too tight, give up on themselves and violate heaven, which is naturally unacceptable. The poet's clever metaphor and clever language blurted out in an instant, which was really amazing.
For thousands of years, the word "born from the same root, why bother to fry each other" has become a common language to persuade brothers not to kill each other, which shows that this poem is widely circulated among the people. This poem was first recorded in Shi Shuo Xin Yu, and then only four sentences were circulated, namely, boiling beans and burning beans, and beans crying in the kettle.
We were born from the same root, so why should we speculate with each other! Probably because it is still difficult to determine whether it is really from Cao Zhi during the communication. However, the author of Shi Shuo Xin Yu did not go far to the world of Cao Wei, which naturally has certain basis. Moreover, according to Wei Zhi's quotation in Shi Shuo Xin Yu, Cao Zhi also said that "words are justified and articles are written as chapters". Cao Cao once tried to use Deng Tong Que Tai Fu, and the success was remarkable, so Cao Zhi made such a good poem in seven steps.
So we still introduce it to readers as Cao Zhi's works. Of course, the style of this poem is not consistent with other poems in Cao Zhi's collected works, because it was written in a hurry, so it is far from the tempering of language and the exquisiteness of images. It has won the appreciation of readers for thousands of years with appropriate vivid metaphors and clear and profound meanings.
2. Write a poem of 600 words. Change "Passing through the Old Village" into a composition;
A friend of mine lives in a beautiful village: tree-lined, surrounded by green hills and flowing water. His food is natural, simple and mellow. Every time I go to his home, I get warm hospitality from him. I am always happy to have such friends.
We haven't sat together and talked about our family for a long time. He couldn't bear to part with this long-standing yearning, so he asked people in my village to tell me, let me talk to him today, and let me know that he has cooked the meal, and the homemade home brew is even more mellow and charming. Yes, I haven't seen him for a long time. I miss him too. After receiving his invitation, I set foot on the road of visiting without hesitation.
In late spring and early summer, everything grows vigorously. The smell of rural soil is everywhere, and the breeze is so comfortable on my face. Flowers are swaying in the wind with delicate gestures, and crystal dew is still hanging on the grass. What a beautiful place. I took a deep breath and looked refreshed. Every time I walk on this country road, my heart ripples and my heart is intoxicated. I am glad that my friend lives in such a small village surrounded by green trees and green mountains. I can always hear birds singing happily, see the free dispersion of white clouds under the blue sky and breathe fresh and pleasant air.
I walked and enjoyed the beautiful scenery here, and then I came to my old friend's house. When I saw my old friend, my heart suddenly warmed up. I shook hands tightly and greeted him warmly. Everything is so natural and beautiful. When the food is ready, let's sit down. The wine made by my old friend is really delicious. When I opened the window, my vision suddenly widened: the threshing floor and vegetables came into view. We talked about farm work while drinking, and our friends' faces were full of happiness: the weather is good this year, crops are growing well, and vegetables are growing fat and tender. Listening to my friend's introduction, I nodded to bless him frequently.
Before I knew it, the sun had set, and I was full of food and drink. It's time to go, but my friends are struggling to keep me, so I have to make an agreement with my friends. When the Double Ninth Festival comes, we will enjoy the splendid and beautiful chrysanthemums together.
So, I made an appointment with my friends: meet on the Double Ninth Festival.
Write a composition and a poem. If I were a swift horse-
Then I'm going to be a wild horse. Seriously, I am not an ordinary horse used to being kept in a stable by humans-I am a swift horse! I love nature, I yearn for freedom, and I am eager to run freely in the endless green ocean. After all, nature is my hometown, so I'm going to escape from this world that doesn't belong to me one day and return to the embrace of nature in my hometown. Of course, other foals are as eager to hug and kiss nature as I am. In the quiet night of the dead of night, we broke away from the fragile bondage and ran to our mother. After a long journey, I came to a beautiful deep mountain forest and planned to live for a long time. This is really a good place. The mountains are green. At first glance, it is boundless green. At first glance, we were completely conquered by this boundless ocean, so that every horse was full of praise. In some places in the mountains, there is a crystal clear stream that flows slowly from us with the gentle sound of running water. Life now can really be said to be a living fairy. Every day in this ocean, I am bathed in warm sunshine and enjoying the air without any dust. I run on the quiet passage in this mountain every day, which can make up for all my previous regrets. Maybe in this way, I can fully express my strength. My life is running, although it may be aimless, but it is this kind of running that can completely keep me away from the vulgarity of this world and completely purify my mind. I ran to the top of the mountain and gave birth to Ceng Yun. Birds flew around in front of my nervous eyes ... It's really true that once I climbed to the top of the mountain, I would see that other mountains looked short under the sky ... The sky roared, and only freedom never grew old. When you are hungry, you naturally lower your head and leisurely eat pure natural and pollution-free grass everywhere. Sometimes there are some dewdrops hanging on the grass, so I can't bear to fall into the soil. Under the nourishment of dew, grass is dripping and chewing in its mouth! Night is a fairy tale kingdom. In summer, listening to cicadas, the wind still accompanies these singers, which is a wonderful music chapter. Cheerful notes, twinkling stars, warm and gentle evening breeze, everything is so harmonious, and the earth seems to rotate silently in a quiet and cheerful mood. I always like to look up at the stars. Boundless darkness may also be a kind of purity. Of course, there will also be casual and luxurious embellishments of stars, which will make my thoughts wander freely in this ocean, just like tea leaves, soaking in water and spreading my unspeakable happiness. I am willing to live an ordinary and happy life like this. Unlike other swift horses, I am willing to spend my life in peace and serenity. I don't want to get involved in this world and let those horses get the title and glory of great achievements. After all, I am just me, an ordinary me, without modification or change. Living like this, I am willing to spend my life with ordinary people, and I am willing to be with nature forever.
In May, the sunshine gets prouder every day.
Most flower trees are getting tired.
Only Liu Hua is like a fire.
Holding a gorgeous small handleless wine cup
And finely carved red crepe.
Is that wine for Quzi Zepan?
And beautiful ChanJuan.
Still with my husband.
Playing the song "Ode to Orange" that has been passed down through the ages.
"Pomegranate half vomit red scarf cu.
When all the flowers have faded.
Alone with you. "
He Xinlang of Dongpo.
The most ancient and modern Qing ci
Unusual beauty is noble and pure.
This is a "green ocean bridge".
"A misty rain will last a lifetime."
He Hua is lucky.
The poet cares very much.
No wonder pomegranate smiles every year.
Angry and slightly ashamed.
The smell of wormwood is indispensable in the air in May.
Dragon boats come from ancient times.
Zongzi is struggling in the cage.
Only pomegranate flowers.
Like a group of women in red.
Wan'er xiangyi
4. Write a composition with a poem as the topic. Li Bai's Wang Zhaojun has 600 words.
Zhaojun brushes the jade saddle, mounts the horse and cries for beauty.
Today, the Han Palace is the concubine of Alakazam in the Ming Dynasty.
You can write an essay based on this ancient poem, entitled "Wild Roses in the High Wall and Deep Palace" or "Roses in Bloom Written by Li Bai" (referring to Wang Zhaojun who is as beautiful and tenacious as a rose in the High Wall and Deep Palace).
The outline is divided into three parts:
1 is the naive romance before Zhaojun entered the palace.
After entering the palace, I saw the sadness when my hope was disillusioned.
3. The inner struggle when hearing the news of traffic jam
When deciding to leave the fortress, others' incomprehension and Zhaojun's inner firmness made this great strange girl.
A touching and legendary life
Try to use some beautiful and classic sentences, such as "once you were a smiling and beautiful song in the mountains and rivers, now you look at yourself in the bronze mirror, leaving only tears dripping." . ""Who is that bright golden step swaying for? ""You are like a rose under the corner of that high wall, living in silence, just to let people see your beauty one day. "
Teachers should like this type very much and get high marks. I hope it helps you! O(∩_∩)O
You need to finish some things by yourself. You have taught what you should. If you copy blindly, you will never learn to write.
Please write a composition with an ancient poem. Can you take a look at this?
Love songs in autumn
Since ancient times, every autumn has been sad and lonely.
I say autumn is better than spring.
In the clear sky, a crane is walking among the clouds.
It brought poetry to Bixiao.
-Inscription (Liu Yuxi's autumn poems)
Autumn is a bleak season. When the wind blows, the yellow leaves on the tree rustle down, like a golden butterfly with a broken soul, flying to the embrace of Mother Earth. It melts in the soil of spring and becomes nectar, protecting the tree and the hope of spring germination.
Autumn gives people withering, desolation and desolation, and it also gives people maturity, floweriness and deep thought.
Autumn is a harvest season, and the wheat in the field opens its mouth and eyes, waiting for the farmers who come to harvest. Storage in winter, sowing in spring and farming in summer finally ushered in the golden autumn and golden harvest. How much blood and sweat, how much busy, are indifferent to dissipate in this golden ocean, and finally go up in smoke, leaving only the beautiful scenery in front of us. Autumn is a reward for the sweat of the other three seasons.
Autumn is the season of maturity. The dream of spring, the feeling of summer and the memory of winter are all gone. Autumn gets rid of the innocence of spring, the fanaticism of summer and the silence of winter, and becomes more mature, gorgeous and graceful.
The autumn moon is clear, unlike the spring moon, Xia Yue is elegant, and the winter moon is bleak;
Autumn rain is elegant, unlike spring rain, summer rain is unbridled, and winter rain is dull;
Autumn flowers are very delicate, unlike spring flowers, which are elegant in summer and Leng Yan in winter.
Autumn is an extremely romantic season, and the wild geese in the south will make you think a lot.
I love autumn, love its beauty, love its truth and love its romance.
Autumn is an extremely realistic season, and its chilling autumn colors accommodate the withering of everything. Desolate, mature, without any cover.
I love autumn, its beauty and solemnity. Autumn is hazy and bright, full of romance.
6. Ask for a composition to write a poem & gt
Clear the pool to divert water to the lotus root.
Spring breeze brings dew to the body.
Until the flowers bloom like a full moon
Whoever wins the exhibition, remember to plant lotus people.
& lt& lt； & gt
Zhu Yanbi Mill Chi Pan
Dance sleeves waved to Yulian.
Beauty to the extreme is like living.
A pulse of incense is hard for you.
& lt& lt； Lotus viewing >>
After the summer rain and the moon,
Spring is lonely;
The pond is full of red and blue.
The wind blows the jade beads down.
& lt& lt； Yong Lian >>
The pond was stormy all night,
Open ten thousand rubies;
I'm sorry you came to Gog,
If you love lotus, you will be grateful.
& lt& lt； Zanlian >>
Land flowers compete for fragrance.
Bi shui tan pan mo Xiang
Don't compete with peaches and plums for spring breeze.
Fire sends coolness in July.
7. Write a composition with a poem [Write a composition with a poem] Shanghai middle school students learn to be grateful, argue with love and write a composition with a poem.
Most of the collected compositions are empty and inappropriate, which makes people deeply worried. How to guide students to write topic compositions? Especially the composition with abstract concepts as the topic.
Suddenly, a little poem caught my attention. It touched me: why don't I use this little poem to guide students to do the conceptual training of topic composition? This poem is like this: If I am ... Song Suisu, if I am a leaf, I will be satisfied with the heroic attitude given me by the big tree; Thanks to the green sunshine and rain, I finally fell asleep quietly on the earth.
If I were a bird, I would be satisfied with God's ability to fly. Thanks to the forest for shelter and rest, I finally took off happily in the embrace of nature. If I were a snowflake, I would be satisfied with my short white bud; Thanks to the cold wind in winter, I was encouraged to dance, and finally melted and returned to vilen smartly.
If I were a star, I would let the night shine on me; Thanks to the bright moon for giving me the brilliance of each other, and finally calmly depicting the dribs and drabs of the sky. Now that I am a student, I will be satisfied with the care my parents give me; Thank the school for giving me the ladder of knowledge and wisdom, and then try to make the cardamom years shine! (Jiefang Daily Chaohua) It's time for class and I walked into the classroom.
After introducing the topic to be conceived today is gratitude, I said, today we will play a game. Games? The students suddenly became excited.
This game is called: role-playing. Virtual games, of course.
The whole class is naturally divided into four groups. Four groups of students play leaves, birds, snowflakes and stars respectively.
If you were a leaf, a bird, a snowflake or a star, how would you sing the true song of gratitude? Think 10 minutes, and then communicate. Before students think, let me analyze the connotation of the topic of gratitude.
Gratitude.-Gratitude. It should contain two meanings: knowing how to be grateful and learning to be grateful.
Knowing how to be grateful means knowing and understanding how good others are to you; Learning to be grateful means learning to repay others and society. When we conceive, we should be able to show your profound grasp of the connotation of the topic.
/kloc-communication starts in 0/0 minutes. The students spoke enthusiastically and inspired each other.
For a time, the classroom was filled with a warm and exciting atmosphere, flying with rich and fresh ideas. The leaves said, I am grateful for autumn, which makes me mature, brilliant and brilliant, and also makes my forest wither. Frost leaves bloom in February ... Birds said, I am grateful for the sky, which is high and birds can fly ... Snowflake said, I am grateful for winter, which has turned me into a flying spirit; I thank spring, which melts me into a gurgling stream ... The stars say I thank the night, especially the night when the moon travels.
Because only on such a night will there be stars shining, stars shining ... After a round of communication, I reminded: If we are ourselves, how do we understand the word gratitude? How to interpret these two words with the life we just started? Please tell one or several short stories about your own experience. After a silence, there was a warm voice in the classroom-a cup of hot tea sent by a stranger in the winter morning, which moved him to this day; Stepfather's selfless care made her call her father from the bottom of her heart; Thanks to the teacher, without her, I might have become a bad boy ... savoring the care of my parents and missing the care of my grandfather ... The students expressed their gratitude to their loved ones, others, society and even nature with real life details. Middle school students wrote a composition with a poem.
In the discussion, the teacher always reminds the students that love is a responsibility. In the journey of life, only by learning to care about others with love can you be qualified to accept others' love and be truly grateful. At this time, the teacher told the students that it should be a good composition if you express what you said and thought today in words.
The conception of abstract concept topic should get some enlightenment: 1, concretization and visualization of abstract concept topic. Or hold things to express their feelings, or narrate lyricism.
2. Write first, then write falsehood, and combine with reality to make the article truly touching and meaningful. Finally, the teacher recited "If I were ……" affectionately, and ended the composition conception training class with the teacher's recitation.
Attach an example: Grateful Heart Ni Yong of Nanhui Middle School unfolded a piece of paper called Emotion, held up a pen called Gratitude, and wrote it to parents, knowledge teachers, friendly classmates and his warm and grateful heart. A baby is born, a baby is playing happily, and a student is traveling ... what a warm and subtle feeling! I still remember a long time ago, I read Bernard Shaw's motto: Life is not a short candle, but a torch we are holding for a while. We must burn it very brightly and give it to the next generation.
I seem to see a bright torch being passed. Bernard Shaw revealed the true meaning of affection from the deepest point.
We often say: our life course has been integrated into every wave of affection, every melody, every exhortation, every laugh, every look, every step of the way ... But the first love in the world definitely means not only caring, but more importantly, education, so that the torch of wisdom can be passed on. I remember our parents often say when educating us: We eat more salt than you eat, and the bridge we cross is longer than the road you walk.
And we are always so young and frivolous that we don't agree. We ignore the traces left on their faces and temples when the years slip away quietly, and naturally there will be many priceless wisdom experiences accumulated in their hearts.
They are always willing to give us everything, and we always stubbornly believe that this is out of date. He ran around like a newborn calf until he was black and blue and bleeding from his horn, then ran to them, leaned his head on their arms, licked the wound and moved on.
When the dream is warm and beautiful, when the moon is bright and charming, when the flower season is gorgeous and fragrant, when the future is bright and open, we struggle on the road of knowledge with stubbornness; When the ruthless storm suddenly strikes, perhaps, some are only pessimistic and disappointed, and some are only sad and sighing. At this time, it was our parents who let us see the eagle who dared to go to heaven and the dragon who dared to go to sea.
Let us believe that we just let life deceive me.
8. A poem written by yourself is like a 400-word song, and life is like a poem. Life is connected by wonderful fragments like a poem, and each fragment is a poem, which makes our life full of happiness, sadness, pain and different flavors.
Life is a poem, a happy poem.
When I get excellent grades, the teacher will give me a favorable look and hear words of praise. My classmates cast envious eyes on me, and my heart is full of happy factors.
Life is a poem, a sad poem.
When my grades plummeted, the teacher looked at me with disappointment instead of approval, which made me afraid to face it. My classmates no longer cast envious eyes on me as before, which made me feel lost and sad.
Life is a poem, a lost poem.
When I made up my mind to try to catch up with everyone, I found that things were not as simple as I thought, and the gap between me and my classmates had been pulled too far when I was playing. I don't know what to do. Should I go forward or backward? I have no direction, just like a lonely boat on the sea, surrounded by dark blue. Fortunately, the teacher came. She patted me on the head: "It doesn't matter if you fail, the key is that you should learn from it ..." Hearing this warm word, my heart ignited a spark of hope. I cheered up and studied hard under the guidance of my teacher.
Life is a poem, a happy poem.