I have read many poems, and there are only seven colors in them: red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple. There are many poems written in red, such as "Red Palm Clears Waves", "Frost leaves are red in February" and "Sunrise River flowers are too red". Poems with yellow colors include "The new shoots turn yellow" and "Two orioles sing green willows", while poems with blue colors include "The Spring River is as green as blue" and poems with green colors include "Adding ducks to the shallow water".
Later, I also saw some poems describing colors, which didn't use words to express colors, such as "If the spring breeze comes, at night, it blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees" and "The grass color is near but not far". You see, the pear flowers in Blowing Open the Petals of Ten Thousand Pears are written in white, and the grass color in Grass Color is green. In addition, there is "you will love the bamboo in the new rain", where the bamboo is green, "and the mountain is gentle in the sunset", where the sunset is red, "the sky is gray, the wild, the wind blows, the cattle and sheep are low", which reads white sheep and green grassland.
After learning so many poems, I found that writing can also be done in this way. For example, when a person is happy, he can describe his happy appearance through his expression. If he is angry, he can write: His eyes are wide open, his nose is breathing heavily and his head seems to be on fire.
Poetry has brought us a lot of inspiration. Writing with the help of ancient methods can make our composition more beautiful and vivid.
Composition 2 quotes poems and makes good use of rhetoric to show the smart beauty of language. Duality and wonderful quotation create an obscure, poetic and clever article. After reading it, my mouth is full of fragrance. In this language, can the marking teacher not get high marks?
Life twists and turns, things overlap;
Poetry is fantastic and beautiful, so I swim carefully.
Flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, who pity the red incense? Strolling through Lin Daiyu's poems, I read the beauty of the melody of the moon, the despair of the wind and frost sword, and the laughter of the people who buried flowers today. I know whose sorrow he was when he buried them.
Once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that other mountains look very short under the sky. In Du Fu's poems, I read the magnificence of the choppy river, the majestic sky, the clouds and the clouds, realized that there are millions of luxury houses in Ande, which greatly protected the true feelings of the poor in the world, and saw the harmony of two orioles singing green willows and a line of egrets in the sky.
Since God has given talents, let them be used! Spin a thousand silver coins and they're all back! Wandering in Li Bai's poems, I read the momentum that one person can keep but ten thousand people can't force it, and realized that the clear water produces hibiscus, which is naturally carved and fresh. When I saw the sadness when I looked up, I found that the moonlight sank back, and I suddenly remembered home.
Wandering in the kingdom of poetry, I not only saw Lin Daiyu, but when she was quiet, she was as beautiful as flowers and jade, and her actions were like weak willows, which were passed down to future generations in the thatched cottage. The poet Du Fu was drinking wine and writing poems under the fence, which made me very happy. See also Li Bai's loneliness and loyalty to Chu, and Yu Feng's biography of Han Xiang and Qu Yuan, writing current affairs and striving for new music.
Walking in the kingdom of poetry, I saw Qu Yuan exiled, but he was still me, galloping on a horse and coming to my road first; Seeing that Tao Yuanming resigned and went home, Wu Dou Mi did not bow down. He picked chrysanthemums under the hedge and saw Nanshan leisurely. When he saw that Li Bai was demoted, he still shouted: Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those who have high status and high positions and will never be seen with sincere faces! see
Walking in the kingdom of poetry, I realized what real life is! Who is the real hero! Realize that life is short, there is no eternal luck to make us complacent, and there is no eternal misfortune to make us miserable; I realized that I should not be confused by money and fame, but should be true, kind and beautiful. I realized that.
Life twists and turns, the world dream cloud;
The poem is true. I have traveled completely.
Summary: The clever quotation of ancient poetry in the article adds a lot of poetry to the article. At the beginning, the sentences written by the author in imitation of ancient poems are not only appropriate in image and in line with the meaning of the text, but also show the author's profound literary skills, which makes the general candidates far behind.