In a poor mountain village, there lived an aunt Wang. She didn't have enough to eat and dress well at home. Aunt Wang has to take care of her old mother and her young son, who is only 1 1 years old. They have been raising silkworms for a living, so Aunt Wang takes her son to the mountains to pick mulberry leaves and write essays every day. One day, Aunt Wang's mother was very ill. Aunt Wang asked her neighbors where they could sell silk and got the most money. Aunt Li said, "I know a place, which can only be reached by going south 1000 km." Aunt Wang set off immediately after hearing about it. The next day, from morning till night, people in the city laughed when they saw Aunt Wang. It turned out that others were laughing at her clothes. She looked at herself. It turned out that her shoes were worn out, there were many small holes in her clothes, and her hair was messy, like a madman. Suddenly a fat man appeared beside Aunt Wang, and everyone on the side fled. Which big fat man said that Aunt Wang should pay the management fee, but Aunt Wang didn't. Finally, she swore and wrote the composition "Silkworm Woman Composition" in the second grade of primary school. Aunt Wang came home and burst into tears, wetting a towel. Then Aunt Wang told everyone everything that the man was not a sericulture man. Silkworm female composition 300 words for primary school students (/)
2. "Qingpingle Village Residence" was rewritten into a 350-word composition. A clear stream gurgled around the small village.
Green grass grows on both sides of the stream. A breeze blew and the grass bent down happily.
Beside the stream, there is a small hut. A tall cypress tree grows on the left side of the hut, and a shade is set up in front of the hut. There is a small dense bamboo forest behind the house.
As the ancients said, eating without meat is better than living without bamboo. It seems that the owner of the cabin knows this sentence.
There are several plantains unique to the south growing beside the fence around the hut. Under the low eaves, a white-bearded grandfather leaned forward on crutches, joking with his grandmother in soft Wu Nong soft language, sewing clothes and chatting with him.
Grandpa smiled and said, "This year is really a good year, and it must be another bumper year." Grandma also smiled and said, "In autumn, sell some food, pull some cloth and add a new suit for each child."
They were completely intoxicated with talking and laughing and had no idea what was going on around them. On the east side of the stream, their eldest son is weeding in the bean field, expecting soybeans to grow up quickly.
The straw hat on his head can't stop the heat wave of the sun, and the sweat keeps flowing downwards. The second son is sitting on the ground in front of the house, knitting a chicken coop with bamboo pieces, and he is knitting a new home for the chickens with a focused face.
The most naughty little son lay in the shade by the stream, watching the lotus in full bloom in the pool, peeling off the lotus in his hand and putting the lotus seeds in his mouth. . .
3. The ancient poem Xiao Chun was rewritten into a 500-word composition. It's cold, and it's spring rain. You have brought vitality to mankind. I love you.
The spring rain falls from the sky with joy and harvest. The rain soaked the flowers and trees and gave them plenty of water. Flowers and trees are desperate to allow nectar and happily allow showers.
Listen, drip, drip. . That's the sound of spring rain, drip, drip. . That's the sound of spring, drip, drip. . That's the call of spring. .
Rain is transparent, it is so thin, so small, so light, as if it were tears from heaven, tears when excited. It accepted God's will and brought happiness and joy to mankind. .
When I was a child, I often heard adults say, "Spring rain is as expensive as oil." Indeed, silent spring rain, so little rain, can bring the breath and hope of spring to the earth.
The spring rain washed away the dust. The place it passed was so fresh and the air was so fresh. "Good rain knows the season, when spring comes." This mild rain has brought many new hopes to mankind. The spring rain washed the earth clean.
The spring rain is still raining, and it is still raining. I like mild spring rain.
I love spring, I love its beauty, I love its vitality, I love the birds and flowers in spring, and I love the drizzle in spring.
As the saying goes, "Spring rain is as expensive as oil". After the severe winter, many crops are expecting the arrival of spring rain! At this time, the spring rain is like dew, moistening the earth. You see, it's raining in Mao Mao, and the sound of "Sasha Vujacic, Sasha Vujacic" is like the germination of seeds, the pulling of young leaves by grass, and the emergence of bamboo shoots.
Look, there are pink flowers on the peach tree not far away. From a distance, it looks like a part of Xia Hong. Just like a person walking in the desert, thirsty to death, suddenly found the source of life, constantly sucking sweet rain.
On the green grass, all kinds of flowers are in full bloom in the rain. Roses, Chinese rose, winter jasmine and lily are sitting together, as if comparing the United States, discussing how to show people a better spring.
The previously sleeping fields were awakened by the spring rain and covered with a soft green carpet. Walking on it is soft and comfortable! Hard-working farmers look at the seedlings that thrive in the spring rain, and their hearts are sweeter than eating honey!
Spring rain nourishes grass, flowers, trees and everything. I love spring, but I love spring rain more.
Good luck, friend. . Oil; Fuel filling; Make greater efforts
4. Rewrite Seven Steps Poetry into a composition "Deng Deng ..." With a burst of hurried footsteps, Cao Zhi hurried to the magnificent hall: marble pillars, white marble floors, Cao Pi sitting on the dragon chair, holding the handle with both hands, staring at the door of the hall.
As soon as Cao Zhi entered the temple, the atmosphere suddenly became very uncomfortable and full of murderous look. Cao Pi said immediately after Cao Zhixing's ceremony, "You beast, how dare you seduce your sister-in-law! This king wants to kill you, but I miss you so much that I will let you go.
I heard that the third brother has a good literary talent, and now he can write a poem within seven steps without dying. "Cao Zhi suddenly felt cold and thought: Is this my brother? Why did you kill me?
Cao Pi glanced at Cao Zhi and stepped down from the dragon chair and said, "Third brother, let's go." Cao Zhi thought to himself, How sad would it be if Dad saw it? Tears swirled in his eyes.
Cao Pi said: "One step in place!" Cao Zhi bit his lip and said nothing, when Cao Zhi shouted "Two steps!" At this time, Cao Zhi finally spoke, chanting "boiled beans as soup." At this time, two sad tears fell on the crystal white marble floor, and the white marble became no longer crystal clear. "Three steps!" "I think it's juice."
Cao Pi glanced at Cao Zhi coldly and said, "Four steps!" Cao Zhi looked helplessly at the sky, two lines of tears hung on his face, his heart ached, and his voice trembled and replied, "It's burned under the kettle." "Five steps!" "The beans are crying in the kettle."
"Six steps!" "This is the same root." Cao Pi turned his head to one side and said, "Seven steps!" Cao Zhi sighed and said, "What's the hurry?" Xelloss a stupidly, looking at Dali himself reflected on the stone pillar, as if he saw the brutal and cold blooded, lost his humanity.
Cao Zhi left a sentence, "Your Majesty, please leave me!" He left the hall in a hurry, and he was desperate. Cao Pi even ignored his family and wished his brothers were enemies. Can he still keep his country? .
5. Master, please come in. Country House was rewritten into a narrative work. To rewrite a narrative, please stay in the village. In February, the grass grows tall and the warbler flies, and the willow blossoms are bright and drunk (3). Spring smoke.
The children came back early from school, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind. Village residence (rewritten) This is a sunny morning, with green land, warm sun, green saffron everywhere and abundant spring scenery.
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep. On the eaves, a pair of birds are singing a beautiful Haruka, with a voice as clear as a silver bell.
In the room, Gao Ding, a poet who had just been immersed in a beautiful dream, was awakened by the singing of birds. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and found that it was already dawn. So Gao Ding immediately got dressed and got up.
The moment he opened the door, he was completely intoxicated with the beautiful scenery of spring in front of him. He couldn't help but open his arms and close his eyes, breathing in the intoxicating breath of spring, as if he himself were in it.
At this time, in the face of such a beautiful spring, Gao Ding immediately sprouted the idea of sketching. After cleaning up, Gao Ding packed his bags and set off.
Along the way, birds sang with him and butterflies danced with him. The gentle wind blew on his face, and the fragrant flowers made him more interested.
Come to a clearing not far from the river bank, Gao Ding stopped. "This is really a treasure house of painting!" While talking to himself excitedly, he happily took out his tools and devoted himself to painting the beautiful scenery in front of him.
Green grass flourishes in the sun; Crowds of orioles chase and play happily in the sky. The willows on the shore can't help swinging their soft branches and dancing with the rhythm of spring.
At this time, a warm east wind blew, blowing laughter and a group of lively figures. It turns out that children learn early today, and everyone unanimously decided to fly kites in the east wind.
"Fly a kite!" In the cheers of everyone, colorful kites flew into the blue sky. At this moment, the children are like the elves of spring, chasing and playing freely in the spring breeze ... Gao Ding looked at the beautiful scenery of harmony between man and nature in front of him and couldn't help but write on the painting-the grass grows in February and the willow is drunk with spring smoke.
The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.
6. Rewrite the poem Village Residence into an 80-word article. February is early spring.
Grass sticks out from the ground and orioles fly around. The willows have been plucked, stroking their green branches in the wind, and the evaporated water vapor between Shui Ze and the vegetation condenses like smoke.
Willow seems to be intoxicated with this beautiful scenery. Naughty children rushed home after school, and everyone was calling for friends and flying kites in the east wind.
Original poem: Village Author: Gao Dingcao, long warblers fly in February, and willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke. The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.
Appreciation: The poem "Village Residence" tells what the poet saw with his own eyes when he lived in the countryside. The poet outlined a vibrant and colorful "happy spring picture scroll". The whole poem is full of life interest and poetry.
In early spring and February, the image of "the grass grows and the warblers fly" jumps from the paper, making readers feel the breath of recovery and prosperity. "Brush" and "Drunk" personify the still willow.
The branches are soft and slender, sweeping gently across the bank. In spring, the earth is sunny and foggy, and willows sway from side to side in the breeze.
The poet used a word "drunk" to describe the charming posture of willow; Write the softness of willow; Write the charm of willow. Neck couplet and tail couplet write character activities.
Described the vivid scene of a group of lively children flying kites in beautiful spring. The children left school early and flew kites in the east wind.
The child is in the early spring of life. The children's laughter and the cheerful sound of flying kites make spring more vibrant and energetic. About the author: Gao Ding (1821~1861) and (now Hangzhou, Zhejiang) people.
Poets in late Qing Dynasty. Gao Ding lived in Xianfeng after the Opium War, and there are few records about his life and creation in history, but his poem "Village Residence" made him famous for later generations.
He is the author of Village Residence and My Poems.
7. The 600-word composition of Liangzhou Ci is far away from Chang 'an, adjacent to the distant western regions and surrounded by loess. There are some short grass on the ground. When the wind blows, yellow sand flies all over the sky. Looking from the high mountain, the white snow on the top of Qilian Mountain makes people yearn for it. How eager they are to drink sweet snow water!
The Yellow River is the biggest water source here. I saw the Yellow River, like a yellow dragon, winding down from the distant horizon, just like flowing down from white clouds. When we reach the Yellow River, we can see that the Yellow River is like a huge lion, rushing on the earth, and the roar can be heard dozens of miles away, which shows how magnificent the momentum of the Yellow River is. The water mist splashed on the rocks enveloped the Yellow River and looked very spectacular.
There is a city by the river, surrounded by extremely high mountains, which isolate the city from the outside world like a fence.
Most soldiers in the city are soldiers guarding the frontier. They have never felt the concern of the court and their families. They think about fighting every day, but they miss their hometown more!
Suddenly, the tune of "Broken Willow" came from a distance, listening to the sad tone and looking at the surrounding scenery made people feel more tragic and desolate. At this time, only one person said, "Alas, why do you want to play this sad and angry" Broken Willow "? If the spring breeze can't blow here, why talk about folding willows! "
Just can't the spring breeze blow here? Officials in Chang 'an live a rich life every day, while those soldiers live a hard life. Just the spring breeze didn't come here? Those who haven't arrived here are still comforted and cared for. ...
8. Change Sanqu Road into an article about scenery. May is the rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River, but it meets sunny days every day. I swam to the end of the stream by boat, and I just took the mountain road on my way back. Now I see the shade of trees no less than before, and the chirping of orioles from the depths of the shade also adds a lot of fun.
However, this year is different from previous years. When the trees are covered with golden plums, the weather is getting sunny day by day. Our mood becomes clear with the weather, and we are happy and cool beyond words, so we want to spend this wonderful time playing chess with our friends.
I took a boat on my way. The stream is flowing happily, and the trees are shaded along the way. The air is full of ripe plums. My boat was smooth, and soon I reached the end of the stream. I stopped to test the shore and took the mountain road instead.
Although the mountain road is tortuous, there is still a quiet beauty. The big trees by the roadside cast a thick shadow on the road. Although it is midsummer, I still feel the air seeping through my heart and spleen. More importantly, along the way, the melodious songs of orioles are endless, which makes my trip feel comfortable and beautiful. There are trees, songbirds as companions and green mountains and green waters.
I think I should be addicted to playing chess with my friends today. Playing chess will make our life happy and intoxicated.
9. Interpretation of the ancient poem "Silkworm Girl" Silkworm Girl ① [Song] Zhang Yu ② entered the city yesterday and ③ returned with tears on her face. (4) all over Luo Qi (6) are not silkworm farmers. Note ① Silkworm (c2n) female-sericulture female. Silkworm is an insect, and its silk is an important textile raw material. Mainly used for spinning silks and satins. ② Zhang Yu (Y *), a poet in Song Dynasty, was born in Yun (0) County, Yizhou (now Pixian County, Sichuan Province). In his later years, he lived in seclusion in Qingcheng Mountain, Sichuan, and was named Mr. Baiyun Ji. His works include White Clouds. (3) the city-doing business, buying and selling goods. )-the floorboard of silk fabrics. Luo, plain or thin in texture. Qi, a silk fabric with patterns or patterns. In poetry, it refers to clothes made of silk. It shows that a woman who lives in the countryside and raises silkworms for a living went to the market in the city yesterday to sell silk. When she came back, she burst into tears, and sad tears even soaked her towel. Because she saw it in the city. Not many people appreciate Zhang Yu's poems, but this "Silkworm Wife" has made him occupy a place on the stage of China's classical poetry. This novel, written in the Northern Song Dynasty, is full of satire and criticism of the society at that time. At that time, the feudal court, while wasting too much, compromised foreign enemies and increased the burden on the people, making life miserable. In this context, the poet described a man who worked hard all day. Experiences of ordinary women who have been raising silkworms and selling silk for a living in poor rural areas. The whole poem is like telling a story: a woman went to town yesterday to sell silk, but she came back crying. Because she saw that people in silk clothes in the city were rich and powerful. Working people like her, even if they have kept silkworms all their lives, can't put on "Luo Qi" ... This poem exposes the unreasonable reality that rulers get something for nothing. Very convincing. There is no comment or profound association in the whole poem, but readers can easily feel the actual meaning of the poem and the poet's thoughts and feelings between the lines. This ancient poem fully shows the author's dissatisfaction with the society at that time and expresses his deep sympathy for the working people.