Dreams about past lives. Listen to a guzheng with a smile. Today is Tanabata.
Yue Bai, look at all the suffering that ended today. Time flies in the hands of flying needles, but the slender needles are the pain in memory, digging out the desolation behind the prosperity inch by inch.
Rao is an unfinished game, trying every means to entangle and spell out an epic history. Carved wood window lattice, the sky is already the setting sun of melting gold, the combination of dusk and clouds, which is full of the shyness of the lotus pond, is a girl who wants to refuse and welcome.
Hair slips, a gust of wind brings the fragrance of the garden. People who see through the world of mortals are often the saddest, because they only have the right to recall the past.
In this miscellaneous world, a phrase "cherish the person in front of you" can win a full house in the children's affectionate examination room. But how can you simply do what you say? How many people have won the first place in this imperial examination since ancient times? When you really wake up, it's powerless.
I know that although I am expressionless at the moment, there is a smile in my eyes. With the person you love, even a simple meal, you are willing.
Smile at each other, and the handshake hand will never let go. Butterflies, wandering, landed carefully on the opened pages, never expecting to shine.
The wind once again disturbed the butterfly and floated down. When all is silent, it is night.
The breeze and the waning moon dance elegance and quietness, which belongs to the solitude, elegance and quietness of the night. The blue tiles and white walls are no longer as ferocious as during the day, full of suffocation and plunder, but gradually, gradually, in the careful caress of the moon and the wind, they become soft bit by bit.
When I came to the lantern market, what I touched was a dazzling red. It seems that everyone likes to hide in this slightly bloodthirsty color and pretend to be himself.
Now I know how lonely and hypocritical fireworks are! Such a gorgeous lift-off, gorgeous bloom in the cold night, but when people's joy and cry have not been heard, it is almost reduced to ashes. Such as sympathy, people chase it, but don't think it's just an inextricable knot, an inextricable game.
2. Adapted composition "Qiao Qi" 300 words Lin Jie (83 1-847) is well known, Fujian, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.
When I was a child, I was very smart. You can write poetry at the age of six, and once you write it, it becomes a chapter. He is also good at calligraphy and chess.
Death, only seventeen years old. There are two Poems of the Tang Dynasty.
Li Shangyin (813-858) was a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The word Yishan was born in western Henan and Fan Nansheng, and was born in Hanoi, Huaizhou (now Qinyang, Henan).
As far as Du Like Mu is concerned, he is called "Little Du Li". His poetic style is closer to that of Du Fu.
The legend and poems of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl can be found in Ye Zhishan's Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, which are omitted here because of its long length. Scholars of past dynasties have left many poems about cowherd and weaver girl.
For example, Shen Yue (A.D. 44 1-5 13), a litterateur of the Southern Dynasties, wrote a poem "The Weaver Maid Offers Petunia", and ieee fellow (A.D. 1784- 1854) wrote a poem "Petunia Answers to the Weaver Maid". Yu Xin and Xie Tiao also wrote Qixi Fu.
One of the most famous poems is an anonymous poem in the Han Dynasty: a distant Altair, a Chinese girl by the Jiao Jiao River. Exquisite hands, Zaza's machine to express.
There is no chapter all day, and tears are pouring down. The river is clear and shallow, and there are many differences.
Between water and water, there are no words. About begging Qiaojie: It is also called Daughter's Day, which is July 7th.
Folk people throw a needle in the sun with a bowl of water, which is called begging for a needle. * * * Put mung beans in a bowl a few days ago and cover them with cloth.
Watering every day, opening the cover on Tanabata. If the buds are not messy, the daughter is smart.
The folk "Begging for the Soul Song" says: "Begging for a smart appearance; Begging for heart and face; Ask your parents for a thousand years and ask your sister for a thousand years. " The most common way to beg for wisdom is to put a needle on the moon. If the line passes through a pinhole, it is called cleverness.
Tanabata, "Chang 'an City is like a month of practice, and every family wears a needle thread this night. "In addition, it is also common for Chen Guaguo to be clever in court. For example, spiders weave webs on melons and fruits.
There are various ways to be clever around, each with its own interests. For example, in some places, the Begging for Clevership Festival activities are of a competitive nature, similar to the ancient custom of fighting wisdom.
Some places have the custom of making smart bud soup. Generally, on the first day of July, grains are soaked in water, and on the seventh day of Qixi, buds are cut and soup is made. The shepherd boy will pick wild flowers and hang them on the horns on Tanabata, which is called "Happy Birthday to the Cow" (it is said that Tanabata is the birthday of the Cow).
Today, there are still similar begging customs in various parts of Zhejiang. For example, in Hangzhou, Ningbo, Wenzhou and other places, on this day, all kinds of small objects are made of flour and fried in oil, which is called "Tuoguo". At night, Tuoguo, lotus, white lotus root and Hong Ling are displayed in the yard.
The girl put a needle on the moon and begged the Weaver Girl to give her a clever skill, or caught a spider and put it in a box. If you open the box the next day, it's called cleverness. As for flying the moon to become immortal, Volume IV of Taiping Yulan quoted Zhang Heng's Spirit Immortal in Han Dynasty as saying: Please ask the Queen Mother of the West to take the elixir of life, and her wife Chang 'e stole the moon and committed herself to the moon because of the toad.
In the Jin Dynasty, Gambao's Record of Seeking the Gods (Volume 14) recorded that Iraq invited the Queen Mother, a fairy medicine. Chang 'e stole it and went to the moon.
Write this ancient poem "Begging for Cleverness" into a short essay in your own words:
On a clear summer and autumn night, the sky is full of stars, and a white galaxy spans the north and south like a flyover. On the east and west banks of the river, there is a shining star across the river, that is, Altair and Vega. The annual Tanabata Festival has arrived again, and Penny Weaver once again crossed the magpie bridge to meet. People in every household can't help looking up at the vast sky. There are at least tens of thousands of clever women wearing red silk from door to door. In the dead of night on Tanabata, people may be able to hear the love story of cowherd and weaver girl in the sky under the grape trellis or other fruit trellis.
Begging festival
Author: Lin Jie
See Bixiao tonight on Tanabata, and cross the river bridge with the cowherd and the weaver girl.
Every family watches the autumn moon, and every family wears HongLing.
4. Adapted composition "Qiao Qi" 300 words Lin Jie (83 1-847) is well known, Fujian, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. When I was a child, I was very smart. You can write poetry at the age of six, and once you write it, it becomes a chapter. He is also good at calligraphy and chess. Death, only seventeen years old. There are two Poems of the Tang Dynasty.
Li Shangyin (813-858) was a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The word Yishan was born in western Henan and Fan Nansheng, and was born in Hanoi, Huaizhou (now Qinyang, Henan). As far as Du Like Mu is concerned, he is called "Little Du Li". His poetic style is closer to that of Du Fu.
The legend and poems of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl can be found in Ye Zhishan's Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, which are omitted here because of its long length. Scholars of past dynasties have left many poems about cowherd and weaver girl. For example, Shen Yue (A.D. 44 1-5 13), a litterateur of the Southern Dynasties, wrote a poem "The Weaver Maid Offers Petunia", and ieee fellow (A.D. 1784- 1854) wrote a poem "Petunia Answers to the Weaver Maid". Yu Xin and Xie Tiao also wrote Qixi Fu. One of the most famous poems is an anonymous poem in the Han Dynasty: a distant Altair, a Chinese girl by the Jiao Jiao River. Exquisite hands, Zaza's machine to express. There is no chapter all day, and tears are pouring down. The river is clear and shallow, and there are many differences. Between water and water, there are no words.
About begging Qiaojie: It is also called Daughter's Day, which is July 7th. Folk people throw a needle in the sun with a bowl of water, which is called begging for a needle. * * * Put mung beans in a bowl a few days ago and cover them with cloth. Watering every day, opening the cover on Tanabata. If the buds are not messy, the daughter is smart. The folk "Begging for the Soul Song" says: "Begging for a smart appearance; Begging for heart and face; Ask your parents for a thousand years and ask your sister for a thousand years. " The most common way to beg for wisdom is to put a needle on the moon. If the line passes through a pinhole, it is called cleverness. Tanabata, "Chang 'an City is like a month of practice, and every family wears a needle thread this night. "In addition, it is also common for Chen Guaguo to be clever in court, such as spiders weaving webs on melons and fruits. There are various ways to be clever around, each with its own interests. For example, in some places, the Begging for Clevership Festival activities are of a competitive nature, similar to the ancient custom of fighting wisdom. Some places have the custom of making smart bud soup. Generally, on the first day of July, grains are soaked in water, and on the seventh day of Qixi, buds are cut and soup is made. The shepherd boy will pick wild flowers and hang them on the horns on Tanabata, which is called "Happy Birthday to the Cow" (it is said that Tanabata is the birthday of the Cow). Today, there are still similar begging customs in various parts of Zhejiang. For example, in Hangzhou, Ningbo, Wenzhou and other places, on this day, all kinds of small objects are made of flour and fried in oil, which is called "Tuoguo". At night, Tuoguo, lotus, white lotus root and Hong Ling are displayed in the yard. The girl put a needle on the moon and begged the Weaver Girl to give her a clever skill, or caught a spider and put it in a box. If you open the box the next day, it's called cleverness.
As for flying the moon to become immortal, Volume IV of Taiping Yulan quoted Zhang Heng's Spirit Immortal in Han Dynasty as saying: Please ask the Queen Mother of the West to take the elixir of life, and her wife Chang 'e stole the moon and committed herself to the moon because of the toad. In the Jin Dynasty, Gambao's Record of Seeking the Gods (Volume 14) recorded that Iraq invited the Queen Mother, a fairy medicine. Chang 'e stole it and went to the moon.
5. The third grade composition, I developed Qiao Qi into a composition. When I woke up, I only had a long dream. Dreams about past lives.
Listen to a guzheng with a smile. Today is Tanabata. Yue Bai, look at all the suffering that ended today. Time flies in the hands of flying needles, but the slender needles are the pain in memory, digging out the desolation behind the prosperity inch by inch. Rao is an unfinished game, trying every means to entangle and spell out an epic history.
Carved wood window lattice, the sky is already the setting sun of melting gold, the combination of dusk and clouds, which is full of the shyness of the lotus pond, is a girl who wants to refuse and welcome.
Hair slips, a gust of wind brings the fragrance of the garden. People who see through the world of mortals are often the saddest, because they only have the right to recall the past. In this miscellaneous world, a phrase "cherish the person in front of you" can win a full house in the children's affectionate examination room. But how can you simply do what you say? How many people have won the first place in this imperial examination since ancient times? When you really wake up, it's powerless.
I know that although I am expressionless at the moment, there is a smile in my eyes. With the person you love, even a simple meal, you are willing. Smile at each other, and the handshake hand will never let go.
Butterflies, wandering, landed carefully on the opened pages, never expecting to shine. The wind once again disturbed the butterfly and floated down.
When all is silent, it is night. The breeze and the waning moon dance elegance and quietness, which belongs to the solitude, elegance and quietness of the night. The blue tiles and white walls are no longer as ferocious as during the day, full of suffocation and plunder, but gradually, gradually, in the careful caress of the moon and the wind, they become soft bit by bit.
When I came to the lantern market, what I touched was a dazzling red. It seems that everyone likes to hide in this slightly bloodthirsty color and pretend to be himself.
Now I know how lonely and hypocritical fireworks are! Such a gorgeous lift-off, gorgeous bloom in the cold night, but when people's joy and cry have not been heard, it is almost reduced to ashes. Such as sympathy, people chase it, but don't think it's just an inextricable knot, an inextricable game.
"Don't let go." I smiled, the strength of the hand is a little heavy.
Walking to the river, we heard a man singing softly, and the shining stars fell on the river, filling his eyes:
The Millennium is frost. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side.
Tracing back from it, the road resistance is long; Swim back from it, in the middle of the water
It's been a long time, and I haven't got up in a thousand years. The so-called Iraqis are in the water.
Tracing back from it, the road is blocked and embarrassing; Swim back from the inside and swim in the water.
The dew has not yet arrived, so-called Iraqis are in the water.
Tracing back from it, the road is blocked and right; Swim back from the inside and swim in the water.
The so-called Iraqis ...
I looked up nervously, full of shock. Only to find that the man has been holding my hand, right behind me. His eyes are also full.
Starlight.
I tilted my head slightly, looked at him and said together:
Look for him in the crowd. Looking back suddenly, the man was in the dim light.
I saw the light on his face. ...