What are the 300-word compositions composed of ancient poems?
day of mourning
(Tang) Du Mu
During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians on the road want to die.
Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.
On this day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, it was raining in Mao Mao in the gray sky. I am walking on the road far away from my hometown, thinking of my dead relatives, and my heart is extremely sad. I want to go to the pub to drink some wine to relieve my sadness, grief, irritability and depression, so I asked the shepherd boy on the roadside, "Excuse me, is there a restaurant near here?" I saw the shepherd boy pointing to the village behind the apricot blossom forest. I walked over and saw white apricot flowers. I was very pleased. I went to the village and saw a restaurant. After going in, I drank a lot of wine. I have always believed that wine can relieve my troubles, and I very much hope to succeed today. After drinking for three hours, I feel cheerful. At this time the sun came out, and my mood was more like the past.
I sincerely sigh: "This year in Tomb-Sweeping Day, it's really a joy after sorrow, thank you for these wines!"
After the rain, everything became fresh and clear. The dust on the grass was washed clean by rain beads. Flowers give off sweet fragrance, butterflies dance among the flowers, and everything changes.
A 450-word composition of ancient poetry stories
Reading ancient poems and making up stories: Meng Jiao misses his mother.
During the Dezong period of the Tang Dynasty, Meng Jiao was appointed as the county magistrate of Liyang, Jiangsu. One night, he was reading in the study. After watching it for a while, he felt a little tired, so he stood up and went to the window. At this time, the bright moon is in the sky outside the window, and the night breeze is blowing gently. He looked up at the bright moon and was homesick.
Looking back on my decades of studying hard at a cold window, I didn't become a scholar and a small county magistrate until I was in my fifties. In these decades, how much effort the old mother has paid for herself! Every time I go to Beijing to catch the exam, my white-haired old mother is always busy before going out, preparing luggage for herself. Especially the night before I went out, my mother sat under the dim oil lamp and sewed clothes for herself stitch by stitch. While sewing, my mother whispered, "sew more stitches and sew more closely, which will be strong and durable." Take care of yourself when you go out, come back early, and don't let your mother miss you at home ... "At that time, listening to her mother's warm words and looking at her wrinkled face and frosty white hair, Meng Jiao felt sad in his heart and his eyes were moist ... He deeply felt how great maternal love was, as warm as the spring sunshine.
Meng jiao thought of here, a * * * echoed in the chest. Before he returned to the case just visible, he wrote:
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
A composition that turns an ancient poem into a story
In winter, the cold wind blows hard, the goose feather-like snow covers the earth, and jade is everywhere. In a shabby hut, under the dim light, I saw an old man over sixty sitting in the dim light, sewing clothes for a child who was about to leave home. Mother squinted, holding a needle in her left hand and a thread in her right. In this kind of sewing, she is very worried about her son. Her family is poor, and she has no money to buy silks and satins for her children. She can only sew some coarse cloths for her children, but in these coarse cloths.
Late at night, the biting cold wind invaded the house through rags, which made mother shudder. She stood up, hung down the sore quilt, took a cup of hot tea, went into her son's room, dressed him, and said worriedly, "Son, it's cold, go to bed early, and we will leave tomorrow!" Meng Jiao put down the book in her hand and looked at the haggard figure, full of thoughts. His mother is meticulous in sewing clothes for her son who is about to leave home, for fear that no one will sew clothes for him in other places. His hands are covered with calluses like branches, and his mother is worried that her son will go a long way. Her mother had needles in the dim light, rubbed her eyes and cut her hair from time to time, and her weather-beaten face was haggard and worried. "Go out when you go out." Meng Jiao looked at her mother's wrinkled face with tears in her eyes, holding her calloused hand and being deeply moved. She wants to be with her mother, but she doesn't want to disappoint her hopes. After many troubles, she was finally admitted to a small official. She is ecstatic, but this kindness is higher than the sky, thicker than the earth and deeper than the sea, but she can't repay her. This can't help but make Meng Jiao deeply touched. Tomorrow, I will leave my dear mother and his hometown where he was born and raised. How can my mother repay me? How does this grass heart return the warmth of spring? How can a son repay his mother's kindness?
It is still cold outside the window, but it is still warm inside.
Write a story with ancient poetry, 200 words.
Listen to the poet's voice
"The river of no return is a romantic figure through the ages". In the long river of history, ancient poems sparkled with golden light.
In the long history, there are many cultural springs. In the clear spring of culture, poets have written poems with their own talents, some of which are like mirrors, reflecting the aura of history; Some are like streams in spring, watering the flowers of the soul; Some, like the water of a big river, are magnificent.
He resigned from the county magistrate, "don't worry about poverty, don't seek wealth", retired to the countryside instead of competing with the world, and reclaimed land in the south and returned to the garden. He, with his head down, hoes chrysanthemums, raises his head to pick chrysanthemums to brew poetry wine, sings a song about wine, and can make thousands of words. The real meaning of this is that I want to tell what I have forgotten. This is Tao Yuanming's voice, indifferent to fame and fortune, uncontested from the world, calling himself Mr. It is no wonder that the world envies May 6th and can spend that indifferent year.
He, "Five Mountains travel far away to find mountains, according to my unchanging habit all my life", has experienced the Yellow River water that never goes back to the sea, and will also soar like a Dapeng bird in Wan Li. When he is lonely, he will treat the moon as a friend, but drinking with the moon alone will miss my shadow and make us three people. When he misses his friend, he will "I will think of you on the floating clouds, so I will think of me in the sunset". Li Bai, who traveled all over the country and on both sides of the Yellow River, experienced serious setbacks in his career, but he did not give up his pursuit. His unrestrained personality, busy life and galloping life are as heroic as the rivers and flowing water he wrote, "Three thousands of feet".
She cut a plum in a slow voice ... slightly sad, "cold and clear, sad and sad." Li Qingzhao, who suffered from war and family destruction, was in the incompetent Song Dynasty. Why doesn't she want a son to defend her country like Yue Fei? "I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong." The bitter water of life, dribs and drabs, how can you lose a sad word?
Looking back at the long river of history, the voices of ancient poets and poets echoed in my ears. "Today people don't know how to go to Gu Yue, but this month they are used to taking photos of the ancients." Although they didn't live in the same era, they left us precious spiritual food, which can never be eaten in life. Su Shi's When is the Bright Moon? Ask the sky for wine ... I hope people will live for a long time, and thousands of miles will last forever. Bai Juyi's narrative poem Pipa Trip is always a bright moon on an autumn night, but Li Yu's Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon is not. Ah, the ancient poetry is really beautiful, "like a river flowing eastward."
Ancient poetry is like running water, and * * * sighs that life is like this. Listen, the murmuring sound, forever, forever. ...
The story of me and ancient poetry! Composition.
At the age of four, I began to recite poems. Of course, adults forced me. When I was a child, I couldn't read, so I was afraid of reciting poems. After school, I became literate, and the teacher called some poems, but only to explain them. It was not until I entered junior high school that I became familiar with poetry appreciation.
Many poems only have an ordinary story, sometimes it is too small to mention, but the poet can write it into a famous sentence through the ages and spread it widely. This is the charm of poetry.
There are many schools of poetry, such as bold and graceful, and different schools of poetry have their own unique aspects.
Many of Li Bai's poems belong to the uninhibited school. There is an atmosphere of "flying in thousands of feet for three days, and it is suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days", a sense of complacency of "laughing and watching the sky go out, we are wormwood people", a confidence of "Dapeng rises with the wind one day and soars in Wan Li", and also "I want to cross the Yellow River, but the ice-choked ferry will climb Taihang Mountain" and "I left my food bar and cup, so I can't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger.
Li Bai's poems and songs are diverse and wonderful, and the emotional tone of each poem is related to the poet's experience. When he is not reused, he has sufficient self-confidence; When he was in a high position, he was complacent and heroic; When he saw the ugly side of the imperial court, he had a great personality and despised the powerful. When he leaves because of this, he will also be depressed and confused.
If you want to taste poetry, you must understand the poet's life experience and even social background. It is not difficult to understand, but what you get will only be superficial and meaningless. When you really understand it, feel it and understand it, you will get endless feelings and real meaning. You can even feel that you are breathing with the poet, sharing joys and sorrows. You understand his feelings and even have the impulse to comfort him. We are enjoying poetry, poets and society, and we enjoy it.
I was deeply attracted when I read The Difficult Road in Shu. The poet's unpredictable brushwork vividly depicts the dangers of Shu Road, artistically shows the winding, majestic and rough face of ancient Shu Road, and depicts a colorful landscape painting, which is fascinating.
I was deeply attracted by his wild imagination. He created a broad artistic realm for me and fascinated me with his romantic colors.
If you really want to appreciate a kind of poetry, you must also appreciate the beauty of other factions.
Du Pu's "Hope for Spring" will make people sad, and war will separate people from their loved ones and leave their homes. Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons reminds people of their mother's care in the past, and a warm current rushes into their hearts. ...
Every appreciation can have different feelings and throbs.
This is the charm of poetry, and I want to be intoxicated with the charm of this poem!
Never appreciate it. It's a new harvest to appreciate it. —— Zhu Guangqian
Write a composition about the story written by ancient poetry, with about 250 words.
She is chubby, with curly hair over her shoulders and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. She is very kind. She is my grandmother. My grandmother is a primary school teacher, and I have lived with her since birth. In the cradle, grandma would put me to sleep and read me nursery rhymes. By the time I can speak, I will have read many children's songs and ancient poems. Grandma is the best in our family. Before I could speak, I pointed to all kinds of objects and asked my grandmother to compose children's songs for me. I still remember two children's songs written by my grandmother. First of all, I pointed to the air conditioner and asked my grandmother to create a children's song about air conditioning. Grandma looked at the air conditioner, and the children's song blurted out: "Air conditioner, air conditioner, you are great, cool in summer and warm in winter." I pointed at grandpa again. Grandma took a look at grandpa and said with a smile, "honey, listen carefully: grandpa with stubble is walking up and down the bridge with a pipe." The bridge is long and wide, and both ends of the bridge span the Yangtze River. " ..... I grew up in grandma's nursery rhymes and songs. After I was 3 years old, I grew up in my grandmother's story. Fairy tales, fables, myths, science, stories of animals and plants, all kinds of picture books ... Grandma told me stories, and I accompanied her to read story books, from which I found happiness; Reading makes me know how to help others and know the truth, goodness and beauty. Grandma taught me to like books and love reading. From listening to stories to reading stories by myself, I gained a lot of knowledge and improved my oral expression ability. Now I have been in the first grade of primary school, and I have grown up healthily under the care and guidance of my grandmother. Grandma, my classic first teacher, I love you forever.
The story of me and ancient poetry (composition)
The first article I came into contact with was ancient poetry. I remember when I was not in primary school, my parents and grandparents began to teach me to read ancient poems. This spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere, but now I remember that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers were broken. Meng Haoran's> I came with my mouth open. I was able to recite dozens of such ancient poems, and my parents were proud of me. In fact, I didn't know what ancient poetry was at that time, and I didn't begin to understand it until I went to school. Li Bai, Du Fu and Bai Juyi; Tang poetry, Song ci, Ming and Qing novels; & lt& lt>& lt& lt Water Margin >>& lt& lt Journey to the West >>& lt& lt> ... The treasure house of China's ancient poems is really profound and full of stars.
I like ancient poems very much. I like rhyming catchy. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again. It suddenly occurred to me that Li Bai, my hometown, could read this famous poem word for word, whether old or young. I like its concise words and expressions, which are easy to understand. Being in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice every holiday. However, although China maintains our friendship, and heaven is still our neighbor, scientists and ordinary people can understand it just by reading it once. I like its beautiful artistic conception and philosophy. Moonlight in the pine forest and crystal stone in the stream. The desert is lonely, and the long river sets the yen. What a refreshing sight! The mountains are heavy and the water is heavy, but there is no way to recover. But you broaden your horizons by 300 miles to a higher level. This kind of sentence makes people suddenly enlightened and sublimate their thoughts. No wonder even foreigners admire it.
I pay great attention to quoting some good poems and sentences in my composition. In my past works, I often quote "Like the strong wind in spring, it comes at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees in Cen Can" to describe the wonderful scenery in the snow. By quoting Li Bai's saying that it is difficult to reach the top, this paper describes the great difficulties that people encounter; By quoting Meng Jiao's "But an inch of grass is a little sentimental", he won three spring festivals and expressed his children's deep affection for his mother. By quoting the story of Gong Yu moving mountains, it is profoundly explained that there is nothing difficult in the world, as long as he is willing to climb; By quoting the story of the oil seller, I vividly explained the truth that practice makes perfect, and so on. In a word, by quoting ancient poems, I try my best to make my composition more appealing and convincing, thus deepening the theme of the article and playing the role of making the finishing point.
Write a composition of 400 ancient poems and stories in Yuanri.
"Silver candle cold painting screen, light luo small fan flapping fireflies. It's as cool as water at night, sitting and watching the morning cow and the weaver girl. " This is the ancient poem Autumn Night, the first Tang poem I can recite, which leads me into the ocean of ancient poetry.
When I was a child, I lived with my grandfather who loved Tang poetry and listened to him recite all kinds of Tang poetry all day. Over time, under the influence of my grandfather, I became poetic and often took the initiative to read various Tang poems.
Once, my grandfather taught me a Song of Eternal Sorrow, and one of them made me appreciate the most: "If you don't work hard, you will be sad." This sentence is concise and clear, which hit the nail on the head and expressed that we should cherish the good times now and don't waste them, otherwise it will be too late to study when we are old, leaving only a lot of sadness. In this poem, "Sunflowers in the green garden, the morning dew waits for the sunrise." This puzzles me, because I don't understand why the poet wrote this sentence. I think this sentence is redundant. Later, I went to ask my well-informed grandfather, and he answered my question with a smile. It turns out that the poet's description of this scene is to better contrast the following artistic conception and pave the way for the next * * *. In this way, I learned another trick from ancient poetry, which also played a decisive role in my usual practice and added a lot to my composition. Therefore, I love ancient poetry more and more, because reading ancient poetry not only benefits me a lot, but also makes me more skilled in the use of writing skills in practice. For example, I know from ancient poems that the full text should be written at the end to make the finishing point. I know that some places should be highly concise, and some places should be written in detail. I also know that when writing, you must have clear paragraphs and clear organization, so that people can read comfortably and get high marks.
In short, a thousand words can be summed up in one sentence, I love you! I have benefited a lot from you. I not only gained knowledge, but also purified my soul!
This ancient poem was adapted into a 500-word story composition.
-Song Xin Qi Ji
Summer is a season full of vitality. You see: lush trees have opened handfuls of "sun umbrellas" for the earth, and flowers are competing to open and compete for beauty. Over a mountain, through several deep paths, I came to a remote and beautiful mountain village in the south of the Yangtze River. It is very quiet here. There was no sound except a few crows of chickens and dogs.
Next to the mountain village, there is a clear spring flowing down from the mountain. Sunlight shines on it, reflecting colorful brilliance, as beautiful and magical as a mirror in a fairy tale. There are also some green lotus leaves on the stream, protecting the delicate lotus flowers like messengers. Occasionally, a gust of wind blows and ripples like fish scales appear on the stream. Walking to the stream, I picked up a cool spring to wash my face, and suddenly felt refreshed.
On the other side of the stream, there is a low hut, and lotus leaves make a green "natural barrier" for this hut. In the hut, there is an elderly couple. They seem to have just finished drinking, slightly drunk, and their faces are red with smiles. They teased each other in Wu dialect. The voice is so gentle, the language is so kind and so happy! On the open space outside the hut, the green grass is shaded. Under a big tree next to the house, sat a teenager, the second son of the old couple, knitting a cage for the chicken. He made it up seriously. It's really unique. On the left of the second son lies a two-year-old urchin. He's not idle either. Look, he can tease the little fish for a while. Peel the lotus for a while, and the naughty and childish appearance is really loved by everyone. In a bean field on the east side of the stream, there is a young man in his twenties. He is the eldest son of the old couple, sweating profusely in the fields. The hot sun made him sweat, but he still worked hard. ...
Looking at this family living in Xanadu, the eldest son and the second son are hardworking and simple, and the younger son is naughty and lovely. What a happy farmhouse!