In this beautiful March in Ruyan Liu, my old friend Meng Haoran will leave Yangzhou, a city with beautiful flowers and curtains. Li Bai, a good friend, invited Meng Haoran to the Yellow Crane Tower near the Yangtze River to see him off.
It was only six o'clock, and there was a reddish glow in the sky. Li Bai took out a bottle of wine from a small wooden box. He said, "Brother Meng is leaving the Yellow River Collection, so I will give you this vintage wine.
When you go to Yangzhou in this beautiful season, I envy you very much, but I am reluctant to give up. You will go to the East, I don't know when you will come back ... "Meng Haoran interrupted Li Bai:" Brother Li doesn't have to give up, but my younger brother just goes to Yangzhou, which is not far from here. Li Ge missed me, so he came to Yangzhou to get together with me, and we'll get drunk again ... ""Meng Haoran, the boatman shouted below. "Brother Li, goodbye!" Meng Haoran clenched Li Bai's hand.
"See you later, take care!" Li Baidao. Meng Haoran hurried downstairs and boarded the ship.
Meng Haoran's ship set sail, and Li Bai stood on the Yellow Crane Tower and reluctantly waved to his old friend. He watched the boat sail, took his old friends farther and farther, and finally disappeared at the end of the blue sky.
At this time, only the surging waves rushed to the end of the blue sky, as if catching up with old friends. Li Bai stood there staring into the distance and thinking for a long time.
All this lingered in Li Bai's mind, so he picked up a pen and wrote a farewell to Meng Haoran on his way to Yangzhou: an old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. In late spring and March, the Yangtze River is misty and full of flowers. Bai bid farewell to the great poet Meng Haoran on the Yellow Crane Tower.
The Yellow Crane Tower flies from the eaves and walks on the wall, overlooking the Yangtze River. Li Bai and Meng Haoran look up at the blue sky and white clouds for a while, and overlook the scenery on the river for a while, both deliberately not touching the feelings of parting hidden in their hearts.
Finally, Li Bai raised his glass and said, "Master Meng, your personality is admirable, and your poems are famous all over the world. I have always regarded you as my brother and teacher since I met you.
Today, you will go downstream to Yangzhou. I don't know when we will meet again. Please fill this cup! Meng Haoran picked up his glass and gulped it down, then said, "Wang Bo said it well,' However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven will still be our neighbor." Although we are temporarily separated, our friendship will always be like the waves of the Yangtze River. "
The willow on the shore is Yiyi, and the seagulls on the river are a little. A friend got on the boat.
The white sail faded away with the kawakaze and disappeared at the end of the blue sky. Li Bai is still standing by the river, staring at the distance, only seeing a spring flowing to the horizon ... Li Bai couldn't help but be excited and immediately sang a well-known poem-"Yellow Crane Tower Farewell Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou": An old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, 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. Fireworks In March, Brother Meng 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 ship has arrived, Meng Xiong was about to board, I grabbed Meng Xiong, (too suddenly, Li Bai and Meng Haoran were 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 shining 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.
2. I will give you a lot of ancient poems to write about the scenery, and you will be satisfied: in April, my hometown always went out to farm early, and the next morning, many farmers went to the fields with hoes to remove weeds and turn over the land to make the crops more fertile.
He didn't get home until dawn, and he was still sweating profusely. After dinner, he and his wife rub hemp together. Their children are also very filial, and each has his own skills. They pay for the family early and become good members of this family. Even if they don't know how to plow and rub hemp, they will learn to farm and rub hemp and grow melons in some shady places. Ah, how filial the children on the farm are, how fulfilling their lives are, and they will live by their own labor. It's really the idyllic feeling of the four seasons, and each has its own interests! Open the chapter of "Liu Yong" and congratulate him. In March, spring is intoxicating.
One day, the poet He stayed at home for illness. He was puzzled and talked to Li Bai. As a result, He Zhangzhi was particularly happy because he wanted to get together with his friends. Along the way, he hummed a tune and enjoyed the roadside scenery, green grass, green leaves and bright flowers. This is really refreshing. On the way, He's eyes suddenly lit up and he couldn't help crying, "What a beautiful Liulin!" " So he slowed down and enjoyed it slowly.
I saw the ripples on the clear lake. The clever swallow flew to the lake, rushed to the other side and jumped into the air. It was very happy. In the lake, Yuanyang is chasing and playing. On the shore, willow makeup is like jasper, and the green is bright and intoxicating. Sharp willows are like elves just cut out with scissors, and their branches hang down gently like ribbons.
The breeze blew, and the hair-like branches were blown by the wind. He reveled in it.
Suddenly, I had a brainwave, and the quip became a poem: "Jasper is dressed as a tree, and thousands of strands of green silk tapestries hang down." I wonder who cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. "
After singing, he stopped again and quickly wrote down this spring swan song in his notebook. After reading the book, he recited it repeatedly and thought it was quite good. When he was still unfinished, he suddenly remembered an appointment with Li Bai and thought, why don't I have a drink with Li Bai's brother? He reluctantly left the beautiful scenery.
Today is August 15. It used to be a time for family to get together, eat, drink and have fun, but I was wandering in a foreign land. Alas! I feel so lonely and helpless for the first time! I couldn't help drinking some wine, throwing myself on the bed, patting my chubby belly and thinking a lot.
I took a dim look at the ground, huh? Why is there frost on the ground? I seem to meet a little comfort in the dark. I just want to touch it, but then I think: Why is there frost in autumn? Even if there is, it won't be in the house! My wine suddenly woke up and I looked at it carefully. Oh, it was soft moonlight, as light as gauze and rippling like clear water ... I looked up at the golden moon. Ah, so big, so pure moon is embedded in the night, so beautifully set off, and a little black cloud floats by, alas, a little lonely and a little desolate.
I looked down and couldn't help thinking of my hometown. Tears rolled down my eyes. Alas, I am still poor as a junior official in a completely strange city. God, how is my family now? How is your hometown now? There is no news of my hometown at all. How lonely I am! "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" begins with the original poem-Du Fu: "Good rain knows the season, and spring happens. 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. "
It began to rain again today. It seems that Hao Yu is really sensible and knows that it is time to rain. In this season of recovery, it silently assists the growth of all things on earth.
Rain, with the breeze gently falling on the earth, thin rain quietly moistens those little creatures eager for nectar. I put on my clothes and went out to enjoy the rainy scene at night.
Walking in the field path, because of the rain, everything around is gray and I can't see clearly. In the light rain in Mao Mao, I can only see the bright green flowing colors of the newborn grassland. In the distance, a solitary lamp on a small fishing boat drifting on the river looks so bright in the dark! At dawn, I immediately went out to see the beautiful picture scroll left by the rain.
Ah, glittering and translucent rain beads remain on the bright red petals, which seems to aggravate the color of the petals. The fiery red flowers make Jinguan City look like clusters of flowers, which shows the charm of Jinguan City. How beautiful! "Dengguazhou" expands the original poem "Guazhou in Jingkou is separated by several mountains.
The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home? "In the morning, I should set off. Although there is still mist in the air, I still can't bear to go, but I still have to go as a last resort.
I looked sadly at the rolling river under my feet. Alas, this river also has its destination and goal. What about me? What about me? I looked at Jingkou on the south bank. It is so close to Guazhou where I live, just across the Yangtze River, but I can't get there. Alas! A burst of children's laughter interrupted my train of thought. I turned around and saw some children pulling kite strings. Alas, I often play this game under the big willow tree in my hometown! I can't help looking south again. My hometown, Zhongshan, is only separated by several mountains. In a distant place, the clouds are hovering. I looked back and sighed again. The spring breeze blows and blows, greening the river banks, reviving everything, and birds chirping and chirping. When will my spring come? When can I return to officialdom? I long for the warmth of home! When can the bright moonlight shine on me and return to my hometown? "Hiking" expanded my trip in an afternoon in late autumn, and came to the front of the mountain with gloomy trees, deeply fascinated by the scenery in front of me; A stone road winds up, as if there is a white line in the yellow-green vegetation, and the top of this white line is a white cloud on the top of the mountain, and some houses are faintly visible under the white cloud.
At sunset, every leaf in Frost Maple Forest is like a burning flame, redder than the spring flowers in February. I stopped the car and was deeply moved by the spectacular natural life. I can't help exclaiming: Frost leaves are redder than February flowers! I must write a poem at once.
From a distance, the mountain is deep and high, on this high mountain in late autumn.
3. Select an ancient poem describing the scenery and rewrite it as 150 words of landscape writing "Looking at Yue".
Du fu in Tang dynasty
What about Dai Zongfu (fú)?
Out of Qilu, green peaks can still be seen.
The creator endowed all the mysterious nature here with elegance,
And then what? The day immediately enters dawn and dusk. ..
Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy,
Birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes ..
Once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see,
All the other mountains are dwarfed under the sky. ..
The sky is overcast, the weather seems to be comparable to frost, and gray rain spots hit people's heads. Standing on this bare hill, I saw the scene in front of me-it was so gloomy and cold, as if people felt that there was only endless emptiness above the gray sky. So, I bowed my head and sighed, but I saw a listless wild flower, bowed my head, bent down, shed tears and sighed. The soil on one side is as dry as pine bark, but it is still struggling on the edge of the endless valley of death. Why are you crying? Why fight? Just because the country has been scattered, I feel that I am crying because of current events! I want to block my ears! Because I don't want to hear birds singing with nowhere to run. It was a sad and mysterious sound, like the bell of death ringing, with a sense of rhythm and urgency.
A cool breeze, like a low tune, tore all my emotions. The wind, whether you have heart-rending pain or screaming at the top of your lungs, is gnawing at it and seems to destroy everything I have. My relatives and friends are far away, thousands of miles away from me. Can they hear the cruel howling of the wind? Have they received my letter from home? Perhaps, the letter from home has drifted to the boundless sky with the smoke of war, or it has been bitten by the ruthless wind and refused to let go. However, why doesn't it also devour my bitter emotions?
And then what? So that I can indulge myself in this desolate and sad early February spring.
The maple forest is dyed and the autumn leaves fall. When can I see my relatives and friends? I'm afraid the mountains will stop us. Sorrow is like late autumn, and sorrow is like thick hair, which is countless. Now even the hair is shaved short, and even the hair clasp can't be inserted.
4. The fifth volume of the fifth grade of the People's Education Edition read the drunken ancient poems of the Lake House on June 27 and rewritten them into compositions to write about the scenery. Summer is coming, and the weather is very sultry. In the official residence of Hangzhou, I Su Shi was worried about business in the study. The heat makes me fidgety again, which really adds insult to injury. Suddenly, I remembered one thing: "Wang Hu Building is a famous local building. Why don't I have a drink to relieve my worries? " Thought of here, I turned my troubles into happiness and immediately came to Wang Hu Building.
As soon as I went upstairs, I met the clerk. He greeted me with a smile and invited me to a window. I sat down and said, "Xiao Er, get wine and cloth!" " "good!" The man promised to inform me and arrange it soon after going down. I poured a glass of wine and drank it. Then I ate a few dishes and put down my chopsticks.
I looked out of the window. The West Lake was like a mirror, and occasionally a little wind blew. It was really cool. Drink a few glasses of wine again, "drown my sorrows in wine"!
It is really "the day of June, the child's face, it should change." I had just finished drinking those glasses of wine when a strong wind blew over and there was a flash of joy in my heart: it's going to rain! Sure enough, dark clouds appeared in an instant. At first, it was just a black cloud, which didn't cover the hill, but in the blink of an eye, the sky was dark, as if it had spilled ink on the sky. White raindrops immediately came down, like pearls, and jumped into fishing boats on the lake, causing ripples on the lake. I turned my head and saw that everyone upstairs was in a panic and worried that I wouldn't be able to go home. But I clapped my hands and laughed: "What a heavy rain! What a timely rain! " I stared excitedly at the rain flower outside the window. The rain falls thinly on the ground, such as the size of a soybean grain. "How cool!" I drank a dozen glasses of wine happily.
But as the saying goes, "heavy rain comes quickly and goes quickly." Suddenly, a strong wind blew on the ground. When the wind passed, the rain was blown away together. After the rain cleared, the rainbow appeared on the horizon. I'm even more surprised Nature is really wonderful! I leaned over and looked out of the window. The West Lake is connected with the sky. I drank a few glasses of wine to show my joy.
I was drunk at this time, so I asked my buddy to take a pen and paper and write the book "Drunk in the Lakeside Building on June 27th" with a brush:
Clouds poured out and poured down like ink, but a mountain range was exposed on the horizon, bright and fresh, and the splashing water was like white pearl gravel, splashing on the boat.
The wind comes and blows away, and the lake looks like the sky under it.
Chen anhao
5. Rewrite the poem into a prose fragment "Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains" by Wang Wei.
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
This poem depicts the charming scenery of the mountain village and the simple fashion of the villagers in the evening after the rain in the autumn of Chu Dynasty, and shows the poet's satisfaction with his seclusion and natural beauty, so as to express his personal beauty and social beauty.
Change prose:
Early autumn night, Shan Yu ushered in its first day. Everything is new, the trees are lush, the air is fresh and the mountains are quiet, just like a paradise.
In the twilight, the bright moon rises into the sky, and the silver moonlight shines through the branches and leaves of pine trees.
Clear spring water drips on the rocks and shines in the moonlight, just like a piece of white silk cloth shining and floating in the wind.
There was a silvery laughter from the bamboo forest. It was a group of hardworking and simple mountain village girls who had just washed their clothes and came back smiling in the moonlight. Maybe it's for something happy, fighting and chasing in the bamboo forest, and laughter is coming from outside the bamboo forest.
The dense lotus leaves fall to both sides one after another, and the lotus is swaying and rippling. It turned out that the fishing boat going down the river was crossing the lotus bushes lightly, and the chaotic moonlight in the lotus pond pierced the tranquility in the mountains.
Spring flowers, spring grass, let it wither, I want to stay and enjoy this unparalleled scenery.
6. Rewrite the ancient poem Chai Lu into landscape prose. The early autumn in the countryside is always so charming, not only because of the ears of wheat in Huang Cancan, the color of green and yellow, but also because of the enchanting peach blossoms hanging high. Every time the refreshing autumn wind passes through my shirt, I begin to miss the peaches in Jialinchang at that time. Although my mother brought me a big basket of big and tender peaches from the country, they never tasted as sweet as the Jialin peaches that I stole after my brother when I was a child.
I can't forget the sweetness of peaches, nor can I forget my mother's exhortation and exhortation. My mother left it to us when I was a child, and we always enjoyed it. Maybe for a lifetime. ...
When I was a child, autumn was my favorite. At that time, I always followed my brother and stole peaches at home when my family was away. I was scolded every time, and my mother's nagging was indispensable when I got home. In this way, my brother and I always go there and never reserve. Maybe peaches are too charming.
I remember one time, our angry neighbor actually cut down a thick peach tree, which also cut off my nostalgia for autumn. Later, my mother bought some peach saplings from the market and planted them all over the house. Within a few years, our peach trees also produced peaches. Since then, every autumn, when the branches are covered with peaches, the children next door are eager under the peach trees. Every time I see them, I think of me a few years ago, so I drive them all out to solve the "hate in my heart." (Anyway, I don't remember, it's up to my mother to decide whether it's-) My mother always does this and never argues with others. No, he also picked out a big basket of fresh peaches for me to send to my neighbor's house ... when I was a child, I never understood why my mother did this. Is she afraid of them? Now, I have grown up, only to find that the greatest wealth in my life is around me. ...
7. Ask for an essay that rewrites ancient poetry into lyrical scenery. First of all, select the original text: the moss on the stage is green, and the grass on the curtain is green.
There is no Ding Bai who laughs and has a university. You can tune the pipa and read Jin Dian.
There is no confusion, and there is no complicated form. Therefore, rewriting actually does not require accurate translation, because translation involves the writer's personal style, so rewriting can be roughly translated first. The second translation: the moss is green and grows to the level; The grass is green and reflected in the curtains.
There are profound scholars laughing and laughing, but there are no vulgar people. You can play the unpretentious guqin and read Buddhist scriptures.
No music bothers the ears, and no official documents make the body tired. Of course, it is modern, but it is far from the prose that the landlord wants, so it requires a certain sense of experience and language. For example, I personally prefer Su Dian's personal style, which is to get the greatest integration from here. In short, you must have a picture in front of you to imagine, and you don't have to stick to the corresponding punctuation. Remember that you are creating the second and third times. Moss marks are dark green and live on the old steps. Through the curtain, we can see that the skylight is also green, which is the skylight for large-scale plant baptism outside the curtain.
Reading a roll of Buddhist scriptures and taking a piano, without gold plating or jade inlay, is as simple as a stone on the river bank, so the sound of the piano is clean. Friends who communicate with each other are naturally not vulgar, feather fans, black scarves and laughing.
No more extravagant music, no more complicated rules. There is only one green tea and one green tea.
If the landlord is a perfectionist, you should pay more attention to this step. However, I always think that it is enough to look comfortable and cool when writing. If you can express your feelings, things will naturally have their own style and get better and better.