The moon in the sky is not as round as usual, and there are a few rays of moonlight without reservation. Month, is orange, in the vast, revealing a pale. In the starry sky of the past, Miss Yue is left alone in the sky today, unable to identify the direction under a dark cloth.
Outside the window, a bright moon is rippling in the air.
Inside the house, there is a deep feeling.
Our family sat in front of the balcony, talking and laughing, staring at the full moon in the sky. Yes, today is August 15-Mid-Autumn Festival.
The moon in the sky is not as round as usual, and there are a few rays of moonlight without reservation. Month, is orange, in the vast, revealing a pale. In the starry sky of the past, Miss Yue is left alone in the sky today, unable to identify the direction under a dark cloth.
Today, on this full moon day, Yue's friend left her. On this stage, she began to feel at a loss and seemed a little sad. I don't know why, but something always seems to be missing in my heart. In a flash, I felt empty and confused.
"I don't think anyone's home is warmer than ours." I don't know who said it casually.
Yes, my family is really warm, happy and happy, but I don't know why, when I heard this word, I felt a little sad. I kept repeating the word "home" in my mouth, and then the poem "I am a stranger, and I miss my family more during the holiday season" appeared in my mind. Familiar and unfamiliar places linger in front of my eyes like movies.
One meanders into the distance, and the shepherd boy drives the cows and goats everywhere. Cattle and sheep are dancing happily on the grass and eating the endless green space by the river. The children are playing in the stream by the river, making the clear Water jingle ring. Ah, this is a paradise for children!
This is a poor but happy village. There are no magnificent high-rise buildings, only dilapidated red brick tile houses. Although the ruthless years have left scars on them, they still stick to their sacred posts and watch the distance and SHEN WOO wisely.
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2. Ancient poetry writing composition bamboo rhyme
Next to the clear mountain stream, there are lush bamboos. Drinking tea in that bamboo forest is really unique.
Today is the spring, the bamboo forest is full of manners, and the birds are singing.
That beautiful and euphemistic singing is even more wonderful.
Inadvertently, there was a faint sound of guzheng in the depths of the forest, floating around.
The notes are refreshing, as if telling the story of spring.
As soon as I heard it, it was difficult to find people in the dense bamboo forest, and there was a spring breeze.
When the wind blows, the leaves in the forest fall in succession.
I put down my teacup gently and listened to the Moon played by people I didn't know.
High ",lost in thought. ...
I closed my eyes quietly, feeling the breath of spring, and gradually forgot the sadness in my mind.
When I opened my eyes, I saw a veil of mist and a row.
Rows of bamboo and drizzling spring rain.
I picked up the teacup and tasted the fragrant jasmine tea.
My mind is empty, quietly listening to the melodious sound of the Zheng. ...
I don't know when the flute sounded faintly in the distance. Interwoven together, like a symphony specially prepared for spring.
Soon, the rhythm of various musical instruments sounded around, birds jumped around on bamboo branches, bamboo swayed in the spring breeze in Hexi, and the whole bamboo forest became more lively and full of vitality.
The fog is getting thicker and thicker, and the scenery in front of us is blurred, but the rhyme is still there.
Clearly audible.
I, completely lost in desire. ...
It's getting light. The bright sunshine in the morning penetrated through the bamboo forest and the clouds gradually dispersed.
The surrounding scenery gradually became clear.
The bamboo forest is quiet again …
3. Write a composition with ancient poems by Zhang Zhi-Liu Yong
Jasper dressed up as a tree,
Ten thousand green silk tapestries hang down.
I don't know who cut off the thin leaves,
The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Su Shi-Rain after Chu Qing on the Lake
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy.
If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate.
Yuan Zhen-chrysanthemum
The bushes in autumn are like Taoist priests,
It leans around the fence.
Not that chrysanthemums are more popular among flowers,
This flower is even more flowerless
Wang Anshi-Meihua
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone.
I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
4. In the second volume of the sixth grade, you can choose ancient poetry 1~6 ancient poetry 1 and "Meng Haoran's farewell on the way to Yangzhou (Tang) Li Bai".
Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers. Sailing alone in the blue sky, I can see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky.
2. Yu Qing (Tang) Wang Jia
Before it rains, flowers appear first, and after it rains, there are no flowers at the bottom of the leaves. Bees and butterflies have climbed over the wall, but spring scenery is next door.
3. Momei (former) Wang Mian
The trees in Xiyan Lake near my home are covered with faint ink marks. Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun.
4. Long song (Chinese) Yuefu Songs
The trees in the garden are lush, and the crystal dew rises in the sun. Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity. I am always afraid that when the cold autumn comes, the trees in Ye Er will turn yellow and the grass will wither. The river runs to the sea, and when will it return to the west? A lazy youth, a lousy age.
5, wine (modern) Qiu Jin.
It's worth spending a lot of money to buy a treasure knife and change mink fur. A cavity of blood is diligent and precious, even if spilled, it can become Bi Tao.
6. Prison Title Wall (Modern) Tan Sitong
Desperate to stop thinking about James Zhang, he endured Dugan for a while. My smile goes from the horizontal knife to the sky and stays in the liver and gallbladder.
7, quatrains (Tang) Du Fu
"Two orioles sing green willows, egrets sky-high." Outside my window is the snowy Western Hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.
8. Cao (Tang) Bai Juyi
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey. I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.
9, birdsong sword (Tang) Wang Wei
People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
10, Egret (Tang) Du Mu
Snow coat, snow hair, jade mouth, fish in the shadow of the stream. Surprised to fly in the distance and reflect the blue mountains, a tree pear flower falls Xiaofeng.
1 1, cold food (Tang) Han Yi
In late spring, Chang 'an city is full of songs and dances, and countless flowers fall. The east wind of the Cold Food Festival blows on the willow trees in the royal garden. As night fell, the palace was busy lighting candles, and smoke drifted to the house of the prince and the marquis.
12, 15 nights full moon to send Du Langzhong (Tang) Wang Jian.
There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium. Tonight, people are looking forward to it. I wonder who will fall in Qiu Si?
13, (Tang) Liu Zongyuan
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
14, Night Sleeping on Jiande River (Tang) Meng Haoran
Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart. The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.
Second, the text of Tang poetry
15, (Tang) Du Fu
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
Tip: There is no word "happiness" in the whole poem, but "happiness" shows the poet's joy in the spring rain everywhere. This poem is beautiful in language and lyrical in scenery. It has been praised by people for thousands of years and spread endlessly.
Good rain knows that the solar term of rain is the time when plants germinate and grow. It falls quietly at night with the spring breeze, silently moistening everything on the earth. On a rainy night, the fields were dark, and only the lights on the river boat were exceptionally bright. After dawn, looking at the flowers with rain, beautiful and fiery red, the whole Jinguan City has become a world of flowers.
16, Spring Tour of Qiantang Lake (Tang) Bai Juyi
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake. Several early songbirds struggled to perch in the warm sunshine trees.
5. Write some poems. I fell in love with reciting ancient poems when I was very young. Among them, my favorite is "Compassion for Farmers" written by Li Shen in the Tang Dynasty. Secondly, it said, "It was noon when weeding, and sweat dripped down the soil. Who knows that the Chinese food on the plate is hard. " This poem describes the hardships of the farmer's uncle in farming in plain language. Not only catchy, but also spread through the ages.
Every day I pick up my rice bowl and look at the delicious rice in it, I can't help but think of this poem. I seem to see the farmers' uncles braved the scorching sun at noon to weed the seedlings, and their sweat fell like rain on the soil where the seedlings grew. After the seedlings grow into heavy rice, farmers' uncles will harvest and dry them, beat them into rice, and finally cook them into rice and serve them on the table. This grain of rice was earned by the hard sweat of farmers' uncles. How difficult it is! Therefore, whenever I eat, I eat very clean and carefully, for fear that the hard work of farmers' uncles will be wasted if the rice falls.
6. A few ancient poems, choose one, write a composition, and write this.
Golden-Li Shangyin
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First, this poem is a masterpiece of Yishan's poetry, but it is still quite difficult to say. In the Song Dynasty, Liu Ban's poem "On Gong Fu" said: "The poem" Jinse "is unknown to people, or it is called the Qingyi family of Linghu Chu." The last episode of Tiaoxi Fishing in Conghua (Volume 22) quoted from Susu Miscellanies, saying: "The poem Jinse is in a mountain ... The Taoist priest in the valley did not understand its meaning and asked Dongpo. Dongpo cloud:' This is the joy of ancient and modern times', cloud: Jinseya, fifty strings. Its voice is also appropriate, resentful, clear and harmonious. " Shi Li' ZhuangSheng ...' case is appropriate; Looking at the emperor ..., complaining; "The sea ..." Qing also; Lantian ... and. In an article, the song is the ultimate. History calls it the magnificent wheat pond valley, but it's true. Yuan Hao asked the "Poetics" cloud: "Wang Chun's heart cries cuckoo, and the beauty Jin Se complains about the New Year. Poets always love Quincy, but hate that no one writes about Jian Zheng; The above eulogy of "Tsing Yi" (eroticism) is a novelist's speech; Song people quite agree with the theory of singing the golden harp. Hu Yinglin of Amin Dynasty was suspicious of both of them. Later, there were various speakers, including A Life of Self-mutilation (He Chao, He, He Xiang Feng in Qing Dynasty) and Mourning (Zhu, Zhu Yizun, He Chao, He Chao, Yao Peiqian, Zhang Caitian, Meng Sen, etc. ) and "Political Food" (Zhao Du, Zhang Caitian, Cen, etc. in Qing Dynasty. ). There are many people who hold the theory of "mourning" or "self-injury". But "mourning" is actually one of the connotations of "self-injury", so the theory of "self-injury" seems to be more flexible. I quoted Liu and Yu's Jie Ji as a reference: "The theory of self-injury is more practical and reasonable. ..... The first pair of couplets refers to seeing these fifty strings and their sad sounds, and can't help but recall the past of the New Year. ..... The couplets of chin and abdomen are based on "thinking about the New Year", and the past of the New Year is written in memory. The sentence "Zhuang Sheng" is dreamlike and confusing, meaning "dream" and "fan". And this realm symbolizes the poet's dreamlike and confused life. ..... The sentence "Looking at the Emperor" is written in mourning, like weeping blood, which means "Chun Qing" and "support". Spring heart' originally refers to the yearning for love, and is often used as a metaphor for the pursuit of ideals. ..... The phrase "looking to the emperor" almost refers to a poem that a person is sad and broken because of his heroic ambition and his sentimental life experience when he was injured, such as looking to the emperor to express his grief. Du Fu is the soul of a poet. The sentence "sea" was written in a clear and sad voice ..... which means the pearl of the sea. ..... "Lantian" seems to write the ethereal and hazy sound of the harp ... or describe what a person yearns for, if there is, there is no one nearby. ..... What's more, Zhu An and Fu Lian didn't specifically describe their past events of the New Year, but used psychedelic, sad, ethereal and ethereal voices to describe their various life experiences, life realms and life feelings during the New Year. ..... Do you understand the meaning at the end of the couplet ... "The above frustrated and sad things should not be recalled today, that is, they were also disconsolate at that time.
Second, this poem belongs to a memory of his later years. Although a little hazy, I have been talking all the time.
The first couplet of the poem is inspired by the sad and sad Jinse, and points out the theme of "thinking of China". For no reason, for no reason, for no reason Fifty strings. The Historical Records of Feng Chan contains 50 ancient strings, and although it is generally 25 strings later, it is still self-contained. The first and second sentences of the poem say: A beautifully painted harp has fifty strings, and I am almost fifty years old. Every string, every column, reminds me of the years when the truth came out.
Couplets and necklaces are the core of the whole poem. The story of Zhuang Zhou's dream butterfly in couplets can be seen in Zhuangzi's Theory of Everything: "The dream butterfly in Zhuang Zhou in the past is lifelike. ..... suddenly it feels like a week. I don't know if Zhou Zhimeng is a butterfly. Is the butterfly's dream Zhouyi? " The poem "Meng Xiao" refers to the dream when the sky is about to break dawn. "Being infatuated with butterflies" means being confused about their relationship with butterflies. In the face of fierce competition and drastic changes in the Warring States period, Zhuang Zhou produced the idea of illusory and impermanent life, while Li Shangyin used this allusion because of the decline of national strength, political turmoil and fate like duckweed in the late Tang Dynasty. Using this allusion also contains his sadness about the disappearance of love and life. He seems to have a premonition that he is going to die, and he wants to pour out his deep pain and resentment. Wang Di's legend is described in The Tale of the Universe: "Du Yu, the king of Shu, whose name was Wang Di, died of Zen and became a branch." Zigui is a cuckoo. The beautiful and desolate cuckoo described by the poet has sublimated into the poet's sad heart. Deep sadness can only be attributed to the sad cry of cuckoo in late spring. How pathetic.
After the Neck Couplet, there is a couplet. The book of the New Tang Dynasty, Di Zhuan, reads: "(Di) quoted the Ming Classic to transfer Bianzhou to join the army and falsely accused officials. Yan Zhaozhi thanked him and said, "Zhong Ni said that you know benevolence and righteousness, and you are the pearl of the sea." Biography of the Three Kingdoms, Wu Zhi and Zhuge Ke: "However, there are few talents. Sun Quan said that his father Jin Yue said,' Lantian gives birth to jade, which is really glad you came.' "Pearl" and "jade" are both metaphors of poets, not only metaphors of talents, but also metaphors of virtues and ideals. Through these two images, the poet expressed his sadness that he was endowed with outstanding talents and virtues, but he was not used by the world. At the end of the poem, rhetorical progressive sentences are used to strengthen the tone and end the whole poem. "This feeling" summarizes the feelings expressed, while "successful memories" echo "China Thinking Year". Can you stay, indicating that this melancholy and sad "feeling" has long been lost, and it is difficult to get rid of it, and it is even more unbearable at this time.
This poem is full of artistic individuality, using allusions, metaphors and symbols. In the poem, butterflies and cuckoos are symbols, while pearls and jade are metaphors. They created a clear and beautiful artistic conception.
7. Write a composition with ancient poems and rewrite the Yellow Crane Tower to send Meng Haoran fireworks. In March, Meng Xiong and I rode to the Yellow Crane Tower, where we often go.
Today is the day when Brother Meng will go to West Yangzhou. I have prepared farewell wine and snacks for Brother Meng. Meng Xiong and I boarded the Yellow Crane Tower and sat at a table by the window, drinking wine and eating our snacks.
At this time, the breeze was blowing gently, blowing Meng Xiong's clothes and mine. (The author has a rich imagination. From this detail, we feel the feeling of spring and endow the article with dynamic beauty. Brother Meng and I put down our glasses, went to the window and looked at the ocean of fireworks outside. The river is sparkling and flocks of birds are flying freely in the blue sky.
(from the previous narrative to the description of the scenery, naturally. ) In such picturesque scenery, Meng Xiong and I had a great interest in poetry, and we drank good poems one after another.
When we were happy, we began to talk about our worries, ambitions and ideals. After a long talk, it's getting late and Brother Meng is leaving.
Brother Meng and I can only drink one last glass of wine. I stood up with a hip flask in one hand and a glass in the other. I slowly filled Meng Xiong with wine and poured myself another. Meng Xiong and I picked up the glass together. The description of the scene makes the reader feel immersive. Brother Meng said, "Hey! All good things must come to an end. Let's say goodbye today. I don't know when to meet again. Come on! Let's have a drink. "
Say that finish, we drink off. At this time, Brother Meng packed his luggage and said, "Dear brothers, I'm leaving."
"I'll give you another ride!" I said. Say that finish, Meng Xiong and I went downstairs together.
This sentence is not in harmony with the artistic conception of the article, so the first sentence below can indicate the destination. ) We walked hand in hand on the tree-lined path, and the scenery on the road was really beautiful, so full of spring scenery.
The green grass is dotted with wild flowers, and the trees on the roadside are sprouting and turning green. The wind is blowing, the river is sparkling, and a free bird is chasing behind us, singing with its euphemistic song, as if singing a farewell song for Meng Xiong. In such a vibrant scenery, we have no intention of enjoying it.
We were silent all the way. The beautiful scenery creates a deep sadness of parting.
With a stroke of a pen, the sadness of parting was subtly highlighted. ) came to the river, the boat has arrived, and Meng Xiong just wanted to get on the boat. I caught Meng Xiong. Suddenly, Li Bai and Meng Haoran are quite natural and unrestrained about this separation.
There will be no such dramatic performance! ) said: "I don't know when I can meet again. I wish you a pleasant journey and peace. "
Brother Meng said gratefully, "We will definitely meet again." Brother Meng got on the boat and stood at the bow. Our eyes met. He took my hand and said, "Goodbye!" The boatman paddled and the boat paddled slowly forward.
Meng Xiong stood at the bow and waved to me all the time. I waved and silently blessed Meng Xiong. The ship left and disappeared on the horizon where the water meets the sky, only the shadow of the ship could be seen.
Nearby, I saw the waves beating layer by layer and rushing to the shore. The shadow of the fish is reflected in the water; In the distance, the river is sparkling and rolling forward.
I have been standing by the river and never left. Watching, I sang a poem: An old friend said goodbye to the West Yellow Crane Tower, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.
My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.