Composition on the topic of ancient poetry 1: poetry as a companion
Standing in the long river of history, dreaming back to the Tang Dynasty once again shows an eternal and brilliant poetic prosperity, and also reproduces the infinite emotional process of the rise and fall of the Tang Dynasty.
? I have a big heart and tolerance, and I can be an iron horse. Understand the eternal romance and monopolize the eternal chic. ? The sand raised from the horseshoe laid the foundation of the world and opened an unprecedented prosperity. Just remember? Xiangyun is blooming and full of poetry. I like letting a hundred flowers blossom and a hundred schools of thought contend. ? Prosperous schools. Has time buried your great ambition, leaving only? The name of the Millennium Festival is empty, but the inheritance of Ruth is gone. ? Infinite emotion.
What time? Zhumen stinks of wine and meat, and the road has frozen bones? When, you? Riding the world of mortals and laughing? , day and night in the harem of three thousand beauties. You see, the beauty is like a orchid, like a three-inch golden lotus, dancing in the bleak and lonely moonlight! ? The cloud sleeves are lightly waved and the waist is twisted. ? The beauty is cocky, wearing a Luo Qi, with a golden bell around her neck and a jade ring around her waist. That? If she just turned her head and smiled, a hundred spells would have been cast, and the powder and paint in the sixth house would have gone up in smoke? Exquisite appearance, long hair hanging down the shoulders, really? Like the lotus of water, it has the nature of nature. ?
Listen to the rain at night, and enjoy the beautiful neon red feather in the corner of Shang Yu in Pipa Palace at midnight. Oh, is this the last regret of a dying country?
This, that is the last struggle of the prosperous dynasty, and it is such a mess! No more substantial troops, but frantically catching men to fight, as if to see again? Why do officials get angry when they shout and women cry when they cry? A tragic scene. The old woman's crying all night seems to mark the sinking of the once magnificent mountains and rivers.
An Shi Rebellion ended a prosperous generation. Du Fu saw it, and everyone saw it: the empire was crumbling, the splendid rivers and mountains were ravaged, and the country would die. It's spring again, but the prosperity of the past no longer exists. ? Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. ? The endless bonfire, the continuous March, the mountains and rivers want to cry!
Perhaps before that, it had predicted the end of today. Unfortunately,? Chrysanthemum terrace reflects the bright moon. Who knows that my love is cold and drunk in the king's arms? This is just a moment in history. However, I seem to see a merchant girl singing "backyard flowers" on the other side of the river. The clouds are gorgeous and enchanting, and the hatred of national subjugation is insignificant.
Colorful history, embedded with the rise and fall of countless empires, can't keep the Iraqis even if all the wickers are broken, just like ruthless time, burying you in the river and starting to look for its new direction. However, what you left to the world is a collection of poems with thousands of volumes of souls and beautiful poems. Whether it's the tragic hero who is gone forever or the tragic one with tears in his eyes, it's intoxicating and memorable.
Composition 2 on the topic of ancient poetry: Smelling flute in Los Angeles on a spring night.
I, holding a glass, slowly paced outside the door, a kind of? Is it more worry-free to drown your sorrows in wine? My thoughts came uninvited.
I was drinking when I heard a sweet flute. I am surprised, excited and very happy. Listening to the sweet flute, everything in my hometown comes to my mind. Really, it sounds like the voice played by musicians in my hometown. His face, his hands and that beautiful flute. He sat there, blowing and blowing Many people sat there, listening to beautiful music, and people cheered?
I looked up at the bright moon in the sky and couldn't help thinking of myself? They crossed the mirror lake on the moon all night? The scene. So put down your glass and listen to the flute along Luoyang city. I was walking on the road, listening to the flute, and I couldn't help wondering? Where does the flute sound come from? I looked at the houses on the edge of the city. Most shops in this city are closed. There are few people walking on the slate street, and occasionally one or two birds are singing. This feeling is really cold. Walking up and down gradually, there is always a flute.
I don't understand. I wonder, where did this sound come from? So I went back along the original road and walked in the street. Occasionally there is a cool breeze, a little cold. I listened slowly. After walking for a while, the flute suddenly stopped and then blew again. Wow! This sound is familiar. It's "Folding Willow Song". Yes, but I'm more excited. I suddenly remembered the big willow tree in front of my house. Spring has come, the willow leaves are green and dripping, and flocks of birds are perched on the willow trees, chirping. When I left home for Beijing, my relatives and friends all saw me off under the willow tree. I saw them crying. I want to say something, but I can't say anything. Really? Will you leave people with infinite meaning and arouse the spring breeze? The scene? I think of my friend? Wang Lun, can't help singing:? Li Bai was about to go by boat when he heard someone singing on the shore. Peach Blossom Pond is deeper in thousands of feet than in Wang Lun. ?
Singing this poem, I thought of the loneliness of life and recalled the warmth of life at home; I think of the hardships of my official career and the fun of staying at home; I remembered the pain of being alone in a different place; Recall the enthusiasm of the people in my hometown. I saw the smiling faces of the people in my hometown, heard their eager words and felt their love.
I walked on, accompanied by the beautiful flute, and unconsciously returned to my cabin. Picked up the glass of wine, fierce drink two, came to the table, spread out the paper, quickly wrote:
Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles.
In this serenade, I heard the breaking sound of willow trees. No one can miss home!
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Composition 3: Persistent Waiting
How many nights, she longed to walk into her dream hometown because she was so tired. However, how many nights, she woke up from her dream and experienced a night of sadness alone.
Her name is Li Qingzhao. Since she separated from her husband, she often can't sleep at night. No, tonight, she woke up from her dream again, so lost and haggard! Get up and light the oil lamp, trying to drive away the darkness inside. By the light, she carefully looked at every electrical appliance in the room. Suddenly, my eyes stopped on the very old cup on the table? On the cup she used to drink for her husband's farewell dinner!
She carefully picked up the glass and the two mandarin ducks stayed peacefully on the water. Looking at these two lovebirds, she was a little sad and had endless disappointment. A person looks at himself and doesn't feel empty. With a sigh, I took out half a bottle of chrysanthemum wine left over from my husband's farewell dinner that day, poured it myself and drank it without tears?
Drink, wait! Maybe, at dawn, he will come back. She looks forward to it and supports it. Finally, I hope a ray of light jumps into the hut from the window. It was dawn, and she seemed a little happy. The door creaked open. Standing for a long time, she habitually raised her groggy head, and the geese flew back. However, she clearly felt that the brocade book in the cloud had not arrived yet. The sky is no longer beautiful, the white clouds are no longer white, and the geese are no longer moving! Finally, she sighed deeply: there is nothing to do to eliminate this situation, only to frown and mind. ?
Keep waiting! It doesn't matter if the white clouds tease themselves, and it doesn't matter if the geese cheat themselves.
The blue boat was moored on the shore, and everything around it seemed so quiet. Farewell to the sky, she gently untied the ribbon, and the dress slowly lowered her arm, so charming. She knows that the thoughts of her husband have been hanging over her.
Alas, go boating for fun! Maybe it can solve my thoughts about my husband. She boarded the ship. The autumn wind blew and she shivered. Sitting in the bow, looking at the unknown flowers on the shore, swaying and struggling alone in the wind, and finally the petals are ruthlessly pulled into the water by the wind. Caught in the water, dripping under the boat, making a loud noise? Looking at all this, her nose was sour and she couldn't help but say: Flowers float with water? Sigh.
Rowing? Don't! She can't bear to see the shadow of the flower quilt. Find a husband? Don't! He left, and where did the husband find himself? Give up waiting? Don't! She doesn't want to give up, because she knows that her husband is also missing himself in an unknown place! Therefore, she had to choose persistent waiting. Thinking of all this, she couldn't help but express her inner feelings: a kind of lovesickness, a carefree sadness in both places! ?
Unconsciously, it's getting late. She returned to the shore and went into the yard. Although the chrysanthemums are full of flowers, she doesn't want to pick them. Lift up the difficult steps, walk listlessly to your hut, and continue to wait and torture endlessly?
Composition 4 Ancient Poetry Title: Looking for Jiangnan in Past Poems
Jiangnan, picturesque, like a haunted past life. Like fog, like smoke, like a dream in this life.
Born in the Great Northern Wilderness, I yearned for the beauty of Jiangnan countless times in the aftertaste of Tang poetry and Song poetry. Facing the well-known ancient poems and looking at the vast rivers and mountains in the north, I can't imagine the beauty and scenery of Jiangnan. Jiangnan, known in that ancient poem, turned into a past life in my soul dream and lived a distant life in the vast expanse of smoke and waves.
It was not until I came to Jiangnan that I found that I finally entered the artistic conception of Tang poetry and Song poetry that intoxicated me thousands of times. See the infinite lotus leaves and different colors of lotus flowers in summer; Look at the spring scenery of the lake in the sky; Look at the tall and dense French phoenix tree, fresh and gorgeous autumn scenery; When you walk through the snow in Xun Mei, there is a faint fragrance of winter fun. I also saw the sunset on the mountain, and the water reflected the ordinary scenery of the sunset; I am used to the cold wind blowing my face like a needle in the Great Northern Wilderness, and suddenly I walk in the apricot rain soaked with clothes, soaking in the chilling willow wind? I often stop in my dreams and stare blankly at Jiangnan, which is already familiar with ancient poetry, looking for the shadow of past lives.
So quietly, I saw Li Bai invite Mingyue to raise a glass, facing Huaying; Dongpo sang "River of No Return" and "Red Cliff of Three Kingdoms"; Have you also enjoyed the Yi 'an layman? Rub the gold and cut it into layers of jasper leaves. ? Why light blue and deep red, the first among flowers? Osmanthus fragrans; Really? It snows all day, and it has a beautiful spring. Instantly intoxicated by the light of the little plum, I forgot that the night was deep; Return it:? * * * You don't need to sleep tonight. Is it still spring before dawn? Invitation?
In fact, in my greedy eyes, not only the spring in Jiangnan, but also the four seasons in Jiangnan, and now I am intoxicated. Some people say that the spring night is worth a thousand dollars, and the flowers are fragrant and the moon is shining. I think the flowers of the four seasons are invincible: the shadows are shallow and the fragrance is floating in the evening. This is plum blossom; Thick green and a little red, touching spring scenery doesn't need much. Does this look like a bright red pomegranate flower? Only peony is the real national color, and when it blooms, it will move to the capital; If you don't touch the mud, you won't be evil. You can watch from a distance, don't be ridiculous. Isn't it a gentleman among flowers? Lotus; Teach students to have white hair on their heads and no Huang Ju on their temples. Speaking of flowers, how can you not be a hermit in jacquard? Chrysanthemum? When these beautiful names that I only have in my dreams are now blooming in front of my eyes, please don't laugh at me for being crazy, my friend, and don't blame me for lingering?
Poetry is in the south of the Yangtze River, traveling in the south of the Yangtze River. It is also a poem that thousands of miles of warblers sing green and reflect red, and the water village is surrounded by wine flags. Four hundred and eighty temples are in the south of the Yangtze River, and how many towers are in the misty rain. ?
Lying, it is also a poem, silver candle, Qiu Guang's cold painting screen, a small fan pouncing on fireflies, and the night in Tianjie is as cold as water, lying and watching the morning glory and Vega. ?
In my sleep, I listened to the sound of the rain hitting the banana all night. When I woke up, birds were singing everywhere, and I saw the begonia after the rain last night, which was green, fat, red and thin.
Have you strayed into the depths of the lotus root and started that pool of gulls and herons? Did you put the wine in the east room after dusk and let the faint fragrance fill your sleeves? Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju. ?
In fact, in my greedy eyes, Jiangnan is a long poem, which makes me sing forever in my previous life. Walking in Jiangnan, I just want to be a punctuation mark in this long poem.
Composition 5: The Four Seasons in Ancient Poetry
There is a poem that says: Rainy night is coming, I wonder if spring grass will grow. ?
On the night of early spring, the drizzle falls quietly, and the people who sleep are ignorant. When I went out the next day, I was surprised to find that thin green grass had grown on the ground. It describes the wordless loneliness of nature, but it shows the peace and indifference of the poet's mind, and metaphors a group of people in this world who do not seek fame and fortune.
The grass grows green in spring, which has nothing to do with people. When spring comes, it is natural that the grass will grow green. Everything in the world, endless and endless, has nothing to do with people. The important thing is that people will not be obsessed with whether the grass is green or not and when it is green. When grass is green, it will naturally turn green; Spring comes naturally, and all this is arranged by the creator.
In fact, as long as people can care for the vibrant natural scenery with a calm heart, they can all learn from it. Spring has come, and the grass has turned green? Experience the taste of life, once the spiritual realm is expanded, the whole person will live poetically in the world. Refuse to sleep when you can't sleep, refuse to eat when you eat, and ask for it in every way.
Since people can understand that time series replaces the ups and downs of everything, what can't be left behind? How can a person who doesn't care about anything be stubborn and narrow-minded? It's just a realm where I forget everything.
What people have to do is to enjoy and bathe in the spring when it comes, weave a dream basket according to the changes of seasons, and enjoy the wonderful life with a quiet heart in the faint days.
A person's life is essentially a process of life, which he has to go through whether he wants to or not. Even if you are on a barren road, even if you are on a night road, it doesn't matter if the street lamp that is on suddenly goes out when you turn the corner and it is dark in front of you. At this time, you can stop briefly, close your eyes for a while, and prepare your eyes for dark adaptation. When you open your eyes, everything in the darkness is still clear. Will you stop feeling flustered and helpless? Then keep walking!
When the day comes out of the dark time tunnel, the sun is still shining and you are full of love for life. At this time, how can you have time to care about things that are of little significance to your life? How can you have the energy to care about the pain and suffering you are bound to experience? Go where you should go, go where you want to go, let all the frost, rain and snow come into life, and let all the breeze and drizzle leave life. You only care about reading happily, helping others happily and giving everyone who loves you a smile!
Tender color is suitable for new rain, and spring grass is green. Accept the gift of life calmly, there will be something in your heart, something will nourish your life, and nothing will stop you.
The bustling past is gone with the fragrance of dust; The water is ruthless, and weeds are green every year until spring. Don't deliberately arrange, don't force waiting, just like spring blossoms, the warmth of spring will warm people's hearts and let love continue in spring?