Chapter 1: Composition describing spring in ancient poetry The world in the 600-word junior two poems is colorful, simple and elegant. The world in this magical poem always makes me linger. I am full of curiosity about it. Poetry can describe many things, anything can be written, without boundaries, such as waterfalls, cliffs, forest paths and so on.
But among so many things, I like spring best. Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries. I don't know who cut off the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. It is written that the girl in spring has a pair of dexterous hands, the wind is the hand of spring, and the willows decorate it when they touch it.
Spring rain is also very interesting. There are many poems describing it, such as? Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently? Spring is the season when everything grows, and this poem symbolizes the spring rain. It says that plants in spring need rain to moisten them, so they will come down to earth, bringing drizzle and coolness that moisten everything. What else is there? Wet clothes, apricot blossom rain, blowing cold willows? The arrival of spring brings a continuous drizzle. She is like a crystal silver thread, accompanying the hazy sky, connecting spring with the earth and the world. ? Smoke and water are sold at the beginning, and the east wind blows willow. ? The rain in spring is hazy, not as deep as the dark clouds before the storm, not as confused as the fog, no lightning and no thunder. It's just that the hazy sky confuses people's eyes, and only the crystal dew infiltrates people's hearts and spreads the news of spring to the world?
? People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty. Write the silence of spring night. Osmanthus fragrans slowly fades in the night, which makes people feel desolate everywhere. Infinite silence makes Shan Ye in spring night more empty. Reading? When the moon is out and the birds are startled, when the spring is flowing? I feel the new moon rising and a bird is disturbed by the bright moonlight. From time to time, from the depths of the mountain stream, there were crisp birdsongs. Really quiet, weak and elegant!
Waiting for the east wind will always be spring. On a good day, explore the beautiful scenery of Surabaya Lake, and the infinite scenery will be completely new. You can easily recognize the demon face of Dongfeng. Colorful eyes are fragrant' spring' and full of charm.
Spring, in my poetic journey, accompanied me all the way. It is an important enlightenment for me, and I will go all the way to the end.
Chapter two: Describe the spring elements in ancient poetry. 600 words? Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere. ? A wisp of spring breeze floats by, only to find that spring has quietly arrived.
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Open the book with the expectation and joy in my heart, feel and experience the intoxicating charm from the refreshing book, and look for spring in that poem.
? There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future. ? In early spring, the spring rain, like silk, dripped and awakened the grass. The grass just emerged from the soil, as if yawning. From a distance, it looks like a thin layer of green yarn spread on the earth, which seems to be like nothing, looming.
Soon, Dongfeng also came to join in the fun. When it came, coke spoiled those naive children. ? The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind. ? The children's cheerful laughter drifted with the wind, spreading the sound of spring to everything. In the distance, several ancient willows stood on the river bank. Wicker brushed a hundred feet of silver pond. It was dark green with only light yellow. ? Willow buds will be more tender and lovely. Under the willow tree? Sleeping on a warm beach? Gentle sunshine flooded the riverbank, shining warmly on everything on the earth, and flowing water gurgled through every piece of sand and stone, playing a hymn of spring. ? There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and several plump ducks frolic on the water to wash away the dust that has been silent for a winter.
How can such a beautiful spring scenery be less? Singing and dancing? Where is the aluminum foil? Look over there? A few early warblers compete for warm trees, whose new swallow pecks at spring mud? Birds are busy building nests and breeding their next generation. And under the urging of the sun, the flowers are becoming more and more charming? All kinds of flowers bloom for the second time, colorful and dazzling. How can the high courtyard wall be shut up in such a beautiful spring? Isn't that a family? Spring can't close the garden, but an apricot leaves the wall? Really? On the farmland in the suburbs, people are gradually increasing, which is a busy figure of farmers farming. In this season of hope, people sow the seeds of hope, waiting and expecting the seeds to sprout?
After tasting the spring in the poem, my heart seems to have stepped out of the cold winter, and the hope in my heart broke out like grass. In the face of vitality, how can you not be excited? How can you not feel and enlighten spring in your heart?
A wisp of spring breeze blows, only to find that spring has quietly arrived, and my hope and confidence have quietly ignited. Are you like me?
Chapter 3: The composition describing spring in ancient poetry is 600 words. The winter is over, and the girl in spring quietly comes to the world, bringing warmth and poetry to the world. Spring, in my eyes, is a beautiful season and a poetic season. She means a dynamic beginning. Since ancient times, many poets have also loved and praised spring. Walk into the colorful garden of ancient poems they created, pick a few poetic and fragrant Wing Chun poems at will, read them slowly, feel them carefully, and be intoxicated unconsciously.
? Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring. The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is beginning to sprout, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river. ? This is Su Shi's Night Scene of the Spring River in Hui Chong. You see, bamboo is sparse, with a few peach blossoms in the background. The peach blossoms on the tree are in full bloom. At first glance, they look like a pink Wang Yang. In the rippling spring of a river, a group of ducks first felt warm, rushed to the river and swam happily. String? Gaga? Shouts of joy echoed on the river?
? Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. ? This is the poem "Chanting Willow" by the Tang Dynasty poet He. By the clear lake, there are several slim girls who are concentrating on dressing up. That green hair, long and thin, hangs on the chest, and the breeze ripples, and that hair flutters in the wind. That's a willow standing by the river. How exquisite the hair stylist Feng Chun is! Thin willow leaves and long willow branches were carefully designed and cut by him. He cut out bright red and green flowers and plants for the earth and put on new clothes, which brought vitality to the earth. The poet praises spring with the help of willow trees, and the poem is full of the poet's love and praise for early spring.
? Perhaps my master was worried that my wooden shoes trampled his precious moss and tapped Chai Men lightly, but no one opened it for a long time. But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall. ? This is Ye Shaoweng's A Garden Worth Visiting. When the poet visited a friend's house, he saw a friend's small garden from a distance. A green path winds and disappears behind Chai Men, and the grass has just sprouted in early spring. Looking up, the branches of apricot trees are full of flowers, and you fight for it. Some are shy, some are happy, and some are lazy and half closed. A refreshing fragrance wafted from the crack of the door. I dare not disturb these spring elves.
Stroll through the garden of ancient poetry and poetry, and roam the ocean of poetry. Smelling those fragrant poems in your hand. It seems that there has been a close agreement with spring!