2. Write a composition with Guan Ju as the topic.
The sky is high and wide, the sky is white and the wind is clear, and the flowers are gradually folded.
Autumn fragrance is not strong, leaves fall idle, trees are sparse and autumn is near.
The breeze helps the willow, and the morning glow is bright. I walked under the willows on the river bank. The sky is blue, you are like a fairy in a splash-ink painting, and the gentle sunshine shines obliquely on your face. You are wearing a crimson pleated skirt, a small butterfly pierced pearl hairpin inclined away from the bun side, and the tassels hanging from your forehead have been blown away by the autumn wind. Look closely, cut your shoulders and thin your waist, and set new lychees on your cheeks. Pomegranate teeth are fragrant, your waist is clear, your eyebrows are bright, your teeth are white, your heart is snowy, your breath is blue, your autumn waters are magic jade, and your clouds are bright. The oriole standing at the bow picking shepherd's purse is singing in a low voice, with an elegant and pleasant voice. In this way, you gradually crossed the place not far from me, and the Buddha said: Looking back for 500 years is just a passer-by in this life. I still stood there thinking about the picture just now, and I couldn't return to my mind for a long time. Lotus has fallen, willow is sparse, rain has fallen, and the desert is cold. I walked alone on the rainy shore, staring at the direction where you left.
From then on, I slept day and night, tossing and turning, thinking about your appearance.
You have a good calyx, and roses smell good. The butterfly is a fragrant grass, the wind hisses at the top of the battery, the wild shadows are scattered, and the residual willow is shaken at the beginning of cold. As time goes by, I have been to the first place many times, but I have never seen you again. I am playing the piano alone under the buttonwood tree, and a song "Phoenix Begging for Phoenix" plays, sometimes gentle and leisurely, sometimes breaking through the clouds, and sometimes flying like a phoenix. Orchids are full of flowers. The sound around the beam is really thinking about strings. Such as resentment, such as longing, such as crying. The sound is endless. Suddenly I seem to see your figure emerge under the opposite pavilion.
"Guan Guan Luo dove, in Hezhou. My fair lady, a gentleman is good. " Such a story is staged under this sky again.
It's really rare to write a 200-word description of Guan Ju's scene on a refreshing summer day. Sunlight crept through the window lattice, and the railings outside the window were covered with cool mottled leaves. So he followed the footsteps of the sun fragments and the pleasant whistle of pheasants aimlessly, feeling particularly comfortable. It seems that I haven't been in such a good mood for a long time. Looking at the other side of the lake from a distance, a gentle and graceful woman in a plain skirt is trying to smooth the restless lake with her hands, lowering her head and gently selecting green water plants.
So he walked quickly in the direction of the woman. He wants to chat with her on such a beautiful afternoon to relieve the tired emptiness in his heart. But when he approached, his steps stopped involuntarily. -the grass in the lake is smart in the breeze, which sets off the quiet and beautiful face together with the rolling clouds in the blue sky. Although she bent down to pick up grass, the graceful silhouette was enough for him to imagine her elegant and graceful walking posture. Although she is a simple woman, her eyes are a little melancholy, and her chin is slightly lowered, which sets off her usual clarity and high altitude.
The wind messed up her hair and his thoughts. He watched all this with bated breath. This passionate wind struck the memory of his hazy dream like lightning, and then he really knew, "She appeared in my dream many times!" " "The woman seemed to perceive someone standing beside her, stroking her long hair gently, tilting her face slightly, staring at the strange man like a deer, her eyes staring at each other, and her heart softened into a charming aquatic plant. Women smiled and bowed their heads, ranging from smart children to shy girls. Suddenly, such a smiling moment, like a rose that blooms thousands of times under the lens, took away his whole heart at once. The most gentle is that bow, like a lotus flower. From then on, there was no room in his mind. Every corner is covered with pictures of women smiling. Tossing and turning, he knew that this was love at first sight. Staring at the blue-black sky in the distance, watching the sparse stars in the distance. This song is full of worries. All because the woman euphemistically refused his love. She has her own sweetheart. Similarly, his smile is the most precious in her memory.
After all, he knew that this was an irreversible ending. But how much he wants to play a song she likes to listen to in front of her. If she wants to listen, he is willing to play it for her all afternoon, even for life.
The still water is deep, all the injured thoughts flow to the deepest part of the heart valley, and put your heart in the tenderest place in your heart.
4. Guan Yu's composition is 600 words "Guan Yu's pigeon is in Hezhou." In front of a clear stream, there was an eye-catching scene. A pair of pheasant doves both flew into the stream and took a single view. Under the blue sky, in front of the light flowing stream, they stayed on the branches and sang at each other. The original static single-view map in front of the stream has become a spring-like map of pheasant doves and singing. Only then do we know that this is an inseparable and interdependent relationship. The eyes they look at each other should be the most trustworthy "beauty" in the world, and the music notation they sing to each other should be the most charming "scenery" between heaven and earth!
In this beautiful scene that no one wants to break, a quiet little woman slowly walks into the picture of pigeons and singing. Did this step cause public outrage or laughter? We left with the author's pen and ink ... "My Fair Lady" was distracted among the flowers, looking at the flowing streams and distant mountains, as if waiting for something. Suddenly, I had a brainwave, picked fresh shepherd's purse and put it in my basket one by one. The sand-colored jade hand looks smooth and delicate, and constantly arcs in the air. Is this gentleman attracted by the girl in front of him or fascinated by this beautiful woman in front of him?
In a short time, the girl walked out of this beautiful scene, leaving only a reluctant look. The man hiding behind the tree watched her disappear from the beautiful scenery bit by bit before he dared to stand out from behind the tree and walk everywhere she had just walked. He smelled the fragrance she left from time to time. The man is thinking back, remembering every move she just made and every smile she left. When the man came to his senses, it was near dusk, and he didn't. At this time, the hero of this painting has already become the man, and he named this painting "Gentleman's Simutu"!
I don't know how long it took, but a night scene appeared in this painting. When I walked into this painting, I looked at it carefully. In the dead of night, the humble house is very quiet. A gentleman is lying in bed thinking about the smile he can't get. After a while, he closed his eyes gloomily, and I seemed to enter the dream that he missed day and night: a sunny day, a man and a woman were chatting in the field, chasing and fighting, and a woman was picking.
5. Write a love letter according to Guan Guanzhi's pigeon.
The pigeons in Guanguan ① are in Hezhou ②.
My Fair Lady (3) and Gentleman (4).
Cross shepherd's purse ⑤, flow left and right ⑤.
My fair lady, I want it.
I can't wait, I can't wait.
Happy and carefree, tossing and turning.
Pick the shepherd's purse from left to right.
My Fair Lady is a friend of the harp.
The uneven water chestnut is the hair on the left and right sides.
My Fair Lady, ring the bell and drum.
translate
Turn off the singing waterfowl,
Living on a sandbar in the river.
Kind and beautiful girl,
A hero's good companion.
Shepherd's purse is uneven in length,
The girl went around to pick it.
Kind and beautiful girl,
I woke up and dreamed of her.
Missing and pursuing are unattainable,
Wake up and dream of Sauvignon Blanc.
I miss you very much,
Tossing and turning is hard to sleep.
Shepherd's purse is uneven in length,
The girl went around to pick it.
Kind and beautiful girl,
Play the harp and get close to her.
Shepherd's purse is uneven in length,
The girl went around to pick it up.
Kind and beautiful girl,
Ring the bell and drum to please her.
I hope it helps you. Hope to adopt