Ancient poetry, like sunshine, like rain and dew, has always accompanied me and moistened me, allowing me to appreciate the magnificence of the mountains and rivers of the motherland, feel the preciousness of family ties, and understand that a person should have dedication? The following is a landscape composition of an ancient poem carefully arranged for you, hoping to help you.
Everyone has his own friend, and I also have a friend who crosses the age? Friends? . Let me introduce you!
My friend's name is poetry. He is knowledgeable and varied. Homesick; Lyric; Say goodbye; Anything else to talk about? I can't finish talking.
It brings me many different feelings. Every time I read it? Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and it sank again. I suddenly remembered home? Sometimes, I always see the poet's longing for his hometown. When I saw the bright moon, I thought of my hometown. Every time I read it? Jasper dressed up as a tree with 10,000 green silk tapestries? There seemed to be a willow tree in my mind at that time. I really hope it is made of jasper, and thousands of wickers hang like ribbons. Every time I read it? Advise you to drink one more glass of wine and go out of Yangguan for no reason? I will always remember: how reluctant I am to bid farewell to my old friend, and how nostalgic I am. The friendship between poets and friends is so deep that I can't bear to part.
Each poem expresses a different artistic conception. For example, patriotic poems express the poet's love for the motherland. Poetry describing things expresses the poet's love and praise for a thing. This farewell poem expresses the author's nostalgia for his former friends. Homesickness poems express the author's yearning for his long-lost hometown.
When reading each poem, the mood and tone are different. This stems from the different feelings that the poet wants to express. When reading, we must feel the feelings expressed by the poet with our heart, which is related to the poet's heart.
Poetry brings me different experiences because of different genres, and some poems are full of lofty sentiments; Some poems are full of passion; Some poems are reluctant to part?
Everything is my magic? Friends? Made, he not only crossed the times, but also set up a bridge connected with ancient times in our hearts. Poetry is the creator of this bridge!
Landscape composition of ancient poetry II? The edge of the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold. ? Everyone will feel very cold in winter and will not go out. Plum blossom, a thoughtless plant, blooms in winter, and its snow-white petals stand proudly in the cold wind, showing a different posture from any flower. There are many heroes of the Chinese nation, who have experienced ups and downs, never flinched and are fearless! It is also the first one to become the national flower of China step by step and become the three friends in the cold year! Too much glory! At the same time, plum blossom also paid a price, and I don't know how many difficulties it has experienced. In life, some people are not as strong-willed as it is, because some people could have overcome the immediate difficulties, but they did not face them positively, and some even took evasive measures.
I will never forget May's pride and spirit. It is because of May's pride and spirit that I am inspired and let me go forward, never back down.
Standing in the cold wind, the fragrance of plums wafted again, so light and elegant. In my mind, I once again saw the persistence and perseverance of Meihua!
Landscape composition of ancient poetry III? Free flying flowers are as light as dreams, and endless silk rain is as fine as sorrow? The shadows of the trees are faint, looming through the screen: Jasper's little girl, come and marry King Runan. Lotus face messy, lotus fragrance? In Jiangnan water town, a lotus-picking singer walked around the long bridge and looked around with a smile: it was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and splash tea on reading. , a robe and a tree Xiao Qiu, sunset, alone!
I still remember the obscure Book of Songs, which was sung softly in my arms. I still remember the detailed historical records, and I have been a family for thousands of years. I still remember the romantic and lyrical "Li Sao" sung in the book for thousands of years!
Reading should be like this. In deep reading, you can always feel the charm of culture, and you will never forget the bursts of books that came from the ancients across the Millennium. Only deep reading can bring spiritual purification.
I can always see the man by the river: wearing a towering crown and a suit with fragrant bluegrass, singing, sighing and thinking. Like his prose, it exudes a little fragrance and is everywhere. He is sometimes sad, and he is also worried about the country and the people. Sima Qian praised him. His words are subtle, his ambition is lofty, his actions are despicable, his words are small and his fingers are big, and he can see the meaning far away from you. In this way, he wandered in the Miluo River, and the country's demise and the people's cry turned into tears in the corner of his eyes and flowed into the bottom of the river. He is a singer who has been sung through the ages and left a shock to future generations. Without in-depth understanding, who can know his heart, who can know his suffering, who can learn his moral integrity?
Read a dream of red mansions? What do you know about old and new hatred? When I think of the Grand View Garden, I think of her tears! She pretends to be lofty, in fact, because she is lonely and helpless, covering herself tightly. ? Steal a pear for three cents and borrow a plum blossom for a soul. The moon cave fairy sews robes, and the woman who is always in my heart in autumn wipes crow marks? Maybe she's sad, maybe she's stubborn, and she just wants to fall quietly around a pool of smart water. She also loves, loves the whitewashed Baihuazhou; She also hurt, hurt the fragrant swallow house; She hates Jia Baoyu, too, and sometimes she seems crazy. She didn't? Good wind depends on strength? This boldness of vision, there is only? Is the quality clean or clean? Gentle! She bemoaned the falling flowers and wept with blood, but only said that fate was like falling flowers and missed the flowering period. She will sigh, now that the flowers have been buried, others are laughing; Who will bury themselves gently when they are another year old? The water in Qinfangmen has been flowing, so soft and clear, just like her life. She cried all her life, but she couldn't stand autumn flowing into winter and spring flowing into summer! She left, leaving a story for the Grand View Garden, a sadness for Baoyu, and a surprise for the gifted scholars!
Always like imagination? Modao's hometown is beautiful in spring and the battlefield is beautiful. Perhaps behind the sadness, there are vague tears of soldiers.
Because of the depth of culture, we will not choose the so-called fashion; Because of the bursts of books, I will choose to savor them! Just like green tea, the taste is bitter, but the aftertaste is sweet, because it is a memory left over by time and space.
Holding a book, looking at the green branches and leaves outside the window, floating in the sea of books!
In the landscape composition of ancient poetry, there are several plums in the four corners, and hanling opens them alone. I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
? Wang Anshi
The wind is biting and the snow is falling.
Walking alone in the yard, what you see is monotonous white, and so is my heart.
For a long time, the pressure of study made me fall into a silent dead soil like a dead leaf. The complexity of mathematics, the boring confusion of English and the incredible physics hit my sky like lightning. My sky is always overcast, and my life at two o'clock and one line is as dull as a pool of stagnant water. Studying day and night will only bring more setbacks, and failure will pierce my heart again and again like a sword.
Suddenly there was a hint of coolness from the tip of my nose, which broke my memory. Suddenly shocked. In the humble corner, a few pink plum blossoms stand proudly with a smile, dotted with the pale world.
I stare at you quietly, thinking about your loneliness.
The heavy snow is hitting the earth and your delicate body. My pity arises spontaneously. I want to shelter you from the wind and rain, but I want to know if you have the courage to fight the cold snow, so I will wait and see.
Snow is falling slowly, your delicate petals are ravaged by snow, and the crooked branches are like the arched back of an old man. I'm really worried that they will break.
My heart strings are very tense.
Finally, the shower stopped, and the sun shone through the layers of white clouds, through the misty white fog, and sprinkled on the plum trees, and the shadows were mottled. The breeze blew and the trees danced. Interpretation? Poetic? .
Pink flowers are washed with snow and covered with powder. Snow beads are left on the petals like broken diamonds, and like holy white clothes on the branches, each petal is crystal clear, especially beautiful, and each branch is brand-new and tougher.
I stared at the plum blossom, and she seemed to greet me with a smile. Suddenly, I let go. Although learning can't be smooth sailing, there will always be thorns to stop us from moving forward, but we must have Mei's perseverance to meet the sun. Thinking of this, I couldn't help wiping the dew gently and muttering to myself: I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming. ?
My hometown is Dayu in Jiangxi, and Meiling is Dayu? Masterpiece? It has been famous for its numerous plum blossoms since ancient times. Many literati and poets in the past dynasties have written poems about appreciating plum blossoms here. Marshal Chen Yi left a well-known poem here? Meiling three chapters.
The plum blossoms in Meiling are very beautiful. As far as appearance is concerned, plum blossoms are not outstanding. Although it is only composed of a few small pink petals, it is such an ordinary appearance that it gives me an unusual feeling. On the aroma, it exudes a faint fragrance. If you smell this fragrance in the morning, you will feel relaxed and energetic all day. What attracts me is not only its pure and delicate appearance and refreshing fragrance, but also its tenacious and optimistic spirit. Plums are fragrant and warm, and when they bloom, it just indicates the arrival of spring. Twenty-four times back to Hua Xinfeng, plum blossoms were the first to bloom. Known as? Chun Mei? Plum blossoms, when the earth is still lifeless, break through the cold and bloom branches, indicating the coming of winter and spring. Soon, plants will sprout one after another, and the earth will be full of vitality again. It is reported that Chun Mei invited spring, which brought vitality to the earth. Plum blossoms not only bloom the earliest, but also have bright colors, which are incomparable to other flowers. Winter is coming, shining in the cold. When other flowers bent down and hung their heads, it was conceived on the newly fallen branches. In the cold winter, in the frost and snow, you can still see the tenacious opening of plum blossoms, which is so beautiful. Isn't this character of plum blossom exactly what we need to learn? Looking at this beautiful scenery, I can't help but think of a poem by the famous poet Wang Anshi:
There are some plums in the corner.
Ling cold drives alone.
Distant knowledge is not snow,
Because of the faint fragrance.
The landscape composition of ancient poetry was carved from the mountains.
When the fire started, it was idle.
I'm not afraid of fractures,
Leave your innocence in the world.
This spring, I learned Yu Qian's famous poem The Poem of a Lime. Out of reverence for the noble quality of money, when I went to Hangzhou in the summer vacation, I visited Yu Qian's ancestral temple and his former residence.
Yuqian Ancestral Temple is located at the foot of Santai Mountain in Hangzhou, a scenic spot, beside Wuguitan Lake. On a drizzly afternoon, I came to the long-awaited Yu Qian ancestral hall. From a distance, Yu Qian's ancestral hall is surrounded by lush trees. Further on, you will see a traditional ancestral temple building with white walls and grey tiles and red painted gates. Yu Gongci? Several Chinese characters in seal script are solemn.
Yu Qian was a national hero of the Ming Dynasty, and he was also known as Yue Fei and Zhang Cang Shui? West Lake Sanxiong? . Different from the bustling scene of Yuefei Temple, Yuqian Ancestral Temple looks deserted, with only three or five tourists and several ancient cypresses standing quietly. Standing in front of the statue of Yu Qian, I seem to have seen it more than 560 years ago? The change of civil fort? Vala attacked the capital, and Yu Qian led the army to fight bravely.
The next day, I came to Yu Qian's former residence at 4 1 ancestral hall lane in Qinghefang. Although it is separated from the bustling commercial street by a narrow lane, Yu Qian's former residence is particularly quiet. On the screen wall facing the gate, there is a small stone tablet engraved with the poem "Poetry of Lime" written by Yu Qian 16 years old. Go inside, there are couplets at the door. Heaven and earth are true heroes, are sages brave? . It is said that during the orthodox years, officials rushed to kiss up to their superiors and send gold and silver. Yu Qian never brings gifts when he goes to Beijing for business. Someone advised him: if you refuse to send gold and silver treasures, can't you bring some local products? Yu Qian smiled smartly, shook his sleeves and said, only the breeze. ? He also specially wrote the poem "Going to Beijing", making it clear that handkerchiefs, mushrooms and thread incense are harmful to the people. The wind blows on the sleeves, so as not to talk short! ? Keep my hands clean? This idiom comes from this way.
Then through a narrow door, it is a small yard with two rooms, one big and one small. One is where Yu Qian works, and the other is his study. The furnishings in the room are simple and simple, with only a long wooden table for writing, several wooden chairs, a dilapidated wooden bed and a narrow wooden cabinet. I can't help but feel deeply after reading it. It's hard to imagine the scene in front of you. This is the place where a famous minister of the Ming Dynasty once lived.
Walking out of Yu Qian's former residence, the couplets in front of the hall praised the innocence of lime and the protection of the country and the people from generation to generation. I can't forget for a long time. Isn't Lyme's moral integrity and ambition a true portrayal of this great national hero who has been honed in suffering and adhered to innocence?
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