They looked up and their tired eyes suddenly flashed with brilliance. A rare smile appeared on the general's bronzed face, and his trembling muscles seemed to shake off the yellow sand.
"Rest on the spot!" As soon as the general raised his whip, the powerful voice shook the rubble on both sides of the mountain.
The yellow sunset dyed the general's gray beard, and also sprinkled a mysterious color on the whole team, as if a group of heavenly soldiers would suddenly descend on the edge of this desert.
Standing on the northwest frontier of autumn parcels, heaven and earth seem to meet here. The frontier fortress seems particularly empty, lonely and deep, without the suspicion of floating clouds, only desolate and opaque maturity. The geese flying south occasionally fly across the sky and leave in a hurry to cooperate with the ancient "honor guard", but they don't miss the frontier fortress scene specially prepared for them.
This desolate northwest frontier fortress!
The autumn wind is bigger, carrying yellow sand, whipping shrunken shrubs on the roadside like a whip, whipping cold and hard stones and tired teams. The horse can't help this relentless beating, snorting and neighing. The foot soldiers were very close and buried their heads very low. Time seems to have solidified at this time.
The distant sound of vigorous retreat blew the horn, and there came the screams of war horses, the collision of armored weapons, the sound of autumn wind tearing the standard and the howl of crazy friction in the sand ... All kinds of voices were intertwined and echoed over this desert, as if only they were the owners of this land.
The wind roared, and the rolling yellow sand filled the mountains, covering up the warm yellow of the sunset, leaving a hasty pallor.
Over the camp, the rising smoke, bared its teeth, gradually swallowed up the pallor of the west. The surrounding mountains become more and more ferocious at night. Only the lonely city with closed gates, the people in the lonely city, fell asleep with the wind of the frontier fortress.
Dream? Homesick people are afraid of falling asleep.
I am so tired when marching and fighting during the day that I don't feel homesick, but when the moon is in the middle, I am in my hometown. Looking at the moon, my wife's shallow smile reflected in the middle of the month; Looking at the full moon, the mother who is over 60 years old and mending clothes is reflected in the middle of the month; Looking at the moon, the children's sweet shouts came from the moon ... but the soldiers were helpless, and their cheeks were covered with cold tears: although they were ordered to guard the border for many years, their achievements in resisting the enemy were not completed, and it was difficult to return home and could not return home!
The general poured a pot of strong liquor alone, in order to relieve the fatigue of fighting during the day and to drive away the homesickness that hit his heart. The faint light flashed in the lampshade, lengthening and shortening the general's tired figure. The general's hand moved on the battle map, thinking about the battle plan over and over again. His eyes stopped at that point on the map surrounded by mountains, and he was quietly lost in thought. Watching, watching, he seemed to see himself leading his foot soldiers to kill the enemy, invincible, and the enemy's casualties were everywhere. The foot soldiers surrounded him: "Victory! Victory! " Cheer and jump for joy. He walked out of the team and solemnly carved a big word "Song" on a huge stone. ...
The general's face is red. I don't know if it's because of the wine just now, or because he is still immersed in the picture of stone carving. The white hair on the head was reflected whiter by the red face.
Suddenly, a melancholy and desolate Qiangdi brought the general back to reality. It seems to be crying, complaining, and angry. It floats like a ghost in the whole moonlit night, once again evoking the gentlest and deepest emotion in the general's heart-infinite homesickness.
In a flash, the autumn frost outside the account climbed up the general's forehead again.
That night, the officers and men guarding the border worked hard to serve the country and fight for men's homesickness.
(Fisherman's Pride)
2. I like ancient poems (chanting geese). Tell me why I like this ancient poem. Write a composition of about 200 words. Ode to Goose is said to be a poem written by Luo when he was seven years old. This is a poem about objects. This poem, which has been passed down through the ages, has no profound ideological connotation and philosophy, but only describes things (geese) in fresh and cheerful language. Write naturally, vividly and vividly.
The beginning of Goose, Goose, Goose not only simulates the sound of geese, but also shows a leap in thinking and integration. The little poet used the word "goose" to tell the cheerful cry of the goose from far to near, which made people gradually see its "curve" shape and "Xiang Tiange" proud expression, and then wrote the colorful scene when the goose was playing in the water. Show the subtle observation of the little poet.
Through simple sketching and sketching, the vivid image of the goose is highlighted. "Go to Xiang Tiange. White hair floating green water, red palm clear waves. " Lovely dynamic images.
3. Singing Goose (how to write ancient poems, be accurate) Title: Singing Goose.
Genre: Tang poetry
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Luo
Original text:
Goose, goose, goose
Xiang Tiange.
White hair floating green water,
The red palm clears the waves.
About the author:
Luo (about 638~684) was a poet in the Tang Dynasty. Word sightseeing, Yiwu people (now Yiwu, Zhejiang, China). Poets in the early Tang Dynasty, together with Yang Jiong and Lu, were called the four outstanding poets in the early Tang Dynasty. Also known as "Luo Fu" with Fu Jiamo.
Writing background:
This is a poem written by Luo when he was seven years old. This poem, which has been handed down through the ages, has no profound ideological connotation and philosophy. But to describe things (geese) in fresh and cheerful language. Write naturally, vividly and vividly.
Appreciate:
The beginning of Goose, Goose, Goose not only simulates the sound of geese, but also shows a leap in thinking and integration. The little poet used the word "goose" to tell the cheerful cry of the goose from far to near, which made people gradually see its "curve" shape and "Xiang Tiange" proud expression, and then wrote the colorful scene when the goose was playing in the water. Show the subtle observation of the little poet.
Through simple sketching and sketching, the vivid image of the goose is highlighted. "Go to Xiang Tiange. White hair floating green water, red palm clear waves. " Lovely dynamic images.
In the poem, the little author understands and observes the goose from his own angle and mentality, and uses anthropomorphic techniques, such as describing the goose's cry as a "song". At the same time, it also conveys the contrast of colors, which is the characteristics of things. "White Hair", "Floating Water", "Anthurium" and "Clear Wave" set each other off and hit the point. This poem is very vivid from the eyes of a seven-year-old child to see the way geese swim and play.
The first sentence uses three words "goose" to express the poet's love for geese. The word "Goose" can be understood as that the child heard the goose crow three times, and it can also be understood as that the child was very happy when he saw the goose playing in the water and shouted "Goose, Goose, Goose" three times.
The second sentence "Thinking about Xiang Tiange" describes the way geese sing. The word "Quxiang" describes the state of geese singing to the sky, which is very accurate. The song of a goose is different from that of a chicken. The chicken is singing by pulling its neck, while the goose is singing.
Three or four sentences describe the wild geese playing in the water: "White hair floats with green water, red palms clear waves." The verbs "Gone with the Wind" and "Poke" vividly show the wild geese's swimming and frolicking posture. Several colorful words such as "white hair", "red palm" and "green water" give people vivid visual images. Goose's white hair and red palm, floating on the green waves of clear water, set each other off twice, forming a beautiful "white goose splashing water map", showing Wang Bin's ability to observe things when he was a child.
He is as famous as Yang Jiong and Lu, and is known as the "four outstanding figures in the early Tang Dynasty". When Xu Jingye was ready to crusade against Wu Zetian, King Robin wrote a letter for him. An election campaign listed the crimes of Wuhou, which was very touching. Wu Hou was shocked to read the sentence "a handful of dirt is wet, six feet are lonely" and asked the Prime Minister why he didn't reuse this person earlier. After the defeat, Wang's whereabouts were unknown, and there were legends such as being killed, committing suicide and fleeing.
No matter from any angle or aspect, this poem is a must in art.
4. What is the theme of this ancient poem? Ode to Goose is a five-character ancient poem written by Luo, a poet in the early Tang Dynasty, when he was seven years old.
The poem begins with a voice, "Goose! Goose! Goose! " Write about the beauty of goose's sound, and through the comparison between Quxiang and Tian Xiang, White Hair and Green Water, Anthurium and Qingbo, write about the beauty of goose's lines and colors. At the same time, the words "Song", "Floating" and "Dial" also describe the dynamic beauty, hearing and vision, static and dynamic, and sound of geese. The first sentence of the poem uses three words "goose" in succession. This repeated singing method expresses the poet's love for geese and enhances the emotional effect.
In the second sentence, the expression of geese chirping gives people hearing. The voice of the goose is loud, and the word "Qu" makes the image of the goose craning its neck and bowing its head to the sky very vivid.
This sentence writes what you see first, then what you hear, which is very hierarchical. The above is about geese marching on land, and the following two sentences are about geese swimming leisurely in the water.
The little poet used a set of antithetical sentences to describe the wild geese swimming in the water from the color aspect. The goose's hair is white, but the river is green. The contrast between "white" and "green" is bright and dazzling, which is the right sentence; Similarly, the webbed goose is red, the water wave is blue, and "red" and "green" are all gorgeous, so it is.
In the two sentences, "white" and "red" are relative, "green" and "green" are relative, and they are a pair of ups and downs. It's wonderful to go back and forth like this and do the opposite.
In this pair of sentences, the use of verbs is also just right. The word "floating" means that the goose is carefree and motionless in the water.
The word "dial" means that the goose paddles hard in the water, causing waves. In this way, dynamic and static are born together, writing a kind of changing beauty.
Generally, this kind of question needs a lot of words, which is more troublesome and difficult to find. If you don't give a reward, few people will give it to you, which is simply lack of sincerity.
The following is an adaptation of a dream (776 words). I sat in the pavilion and looked at all kinds of lotus flowers. I just feel deeply attracted by the lotus in front of me-some shy, pink buds are fresh and lovely. Some just bloomed, and several butterflies couldn't wait to get in. The oval stamens inside are about an inch long.
The blooming lotus is as white, tender, sweet, pure and lovely as a baby's smiling face. What about the bustling lotus before? Although the petals have withered, the lotus still stands in the lotus leaf, which is covered with emerald-like green particles, which are the seeds of new life.
From a distance, the lotus is like a big family, with generations living under one roof. These scenes constitute a poetic "summer lotus map".
Looking at this wonderful scene, I was deeply intoxicated with it, as if I had become a lotus flower, dancing under the breeze. I sat in the pavilion, enjoying the beautiful scenery that only exists between heaven and earth, while savoring the aging of the Millennium.
I didn't think I would be so drunk. After only a few drinks, I was so drunk that I couldn't sit still. I just feel like I'm on cloud nine, as if I'm in a fairyland on earth. I feel like a fairy again! Unconsciously, it was getting dark, and it was not until my interest was almost exhausted by the passage of time that I remembered it was time to go home.
I waddled into the boat. But at this point, I am still a little drunk, and I have given the route home; It's everywhere.
I have to move forward with vague memories. However, the paddler refused to obey orders. You let it shake to the north, but it turns against you and shakes the paddle to the south. You asked it to roll the paddle to the south, but it rolled to the north.
The boat stumbled as if it were a toddler. Unexpectedly, I actually rocked the boat to the depths of the lotus root.
At this point, I broke out in a cold sweat and suddenly woke up. I saw myself in the depths of the lotus, surrounded by it. I suddenly panicked and didn't know what to do.
I tried my best to row the boat, but the lotus was taller than me, and it didn't help to row. But the sound of my paddle alarmed a group of waterfowl among the lotus leaves, and they flew into the sky.
I collapsed in the cabin like a deflated ball. What should I do in this uninhabited environment? Finally, I had to spend a long night in the cabin. That night is deeply imprinted on my mind.
6. How to rewrite the ancient poem "The Shepherd Boy" into a 600-word composition? Looking around, the Yuan Ye is covered with grass and green cages.
A child is lying on the thick and soft grass, resting and herding cattle. The sound of cattle is like a golden note. Wherever cattle go, it is like planting black beans on the boundless grassland. When the wind blows, the grass bends down, stretching her delicate body just like stretching.
The gentle wind blew the flute, which spread to villages, fields and distant places, just like a bird flying freely in the sky. This wonderful voice seems to be understandable even to grazing cows, and it seems to express happiness for the shepherd boy! The flute is so melodious, give ear to it and give people unlimited room for aftertaste.
7. I like Li Bai's 300-word composition. There is such bright light at the foot of my bed. Is there frost already? . "
Every time I read this poem, a picture always comes to my mind: a wandering man in a long gown stood at the window and sighed at the moon on a late autumn night. The moonlight shone gently on him, infinitely gentle.
He is Li Bai. Li Bai was born in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. He was clever when he was a child, but he was very playful.
Once, he sneaked out of school and came to the river. He saw an old woman grinding a needle with a pestle again. Li Bai was surprised. "How is that possible?" "As long as the kung fu is deep, the iron pestle is ground into a needle." Grandma's words made Li Bai suddenly realize that he had finally studied hard. I admire Li Bai's efforts. His backbone is worth learning.
When he was an official, he was not ashamed of flattery and was excluded, but he chose to leave Beijing angrily. At the same time, he also wrote the famous sentence "An Neng obeys, is loyal and does not bully".
Reading Li Bai's poems, you will have rich feelings. Some of them are chic and elegant, some are timeless, and some are unrestrained.
I read from "Are We Artemisia selengensis People?" And "I am worried about the bright moon" made me feel his tenderness. "But since the water is still flowing, even though we cut it with the sword" is his helplessness, and "sailing and breaking the waves sometimes" is full of his persistence.
This is Li Bai's poem, which makes me memorable. This is the great Li Bai, the glorious representative of the Chinese nation, and an example for me to learn.