The original poem is as follows:
Ten Cisse Poems of Nostalgia in Wuchang
Author: Bai Yuchan
Peach blossoms are all over the lake, and new flowers grow on the west side of the mountain.
There is so much oblique wind and drizzle today that no one is green.
There's a saying in the Dragonfly Sect Wang that drunken immortals sleep until the sun rises.
When Yao Shun has no promise of a nest, I am also pushed down by everyone.
Yugezi
Author: Zhang
In front of Mount Cisse, egrets fly freely, plump mandarin fish swim happily on the river, and peaches floating on the water are so bright and full.
Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle.
Huanxisha
Author: Xu Fu
Egrets fly in front of Mount Cisse. Peach blossom and flowing water mandarin fish fertilizer. It only takes a wave to move. Yellow hats are like green bamboo hats, and sheep's fur is like green hemp fibers? There is no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle.
2. Poems about "Cisse", such as Ten Poems of Nostalgia in Wuchang, A Fisherman's Song, Egrets Flying in Front of Cisse Mountain, Huanxisha, Partridge Sky, Poems of Mount Wang in Cisse, etc.
The original poem is as follows: Ten Poems on Cisse in Wuchang Author: Bai Yuchan is full of peach blossoms, and Xishan Cisse grows new. There is so much oblique wind and drizzle today that no one is green.
There's a saying in the Dragonfly Sect Wang that drunken immortals sleep until the sun rises. When Yao Shun had no nest, I was stuck on the wall and dried up. Fisherman's Song Author: Egrets fly in front of Mount Zhang Xisai, peach blossoms and flowing water make mandarin fish fat.
Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, oblique wind and drizzle don't need to belong to "Huanxisha". Author: Egrets fly in front of Mount Cisse, Xu Fu. Peach blossom and flowing water mandarin fish fertilizer.
It only takes a wave to move. Yellow hats are like green bamboo hats, and sheep's fur is like green hemp fibers?
There is no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle. .
Write an ancient poem composition describing spring in 300 words. After eating a plate of spring rolls, I scrambled eggs with two Chinese toons, and Yuan Zhen and I drank wine separately. Taking advantage of the strong wine, we went to Gushan Temple.
The steps are diffuse, the dirt road is slippery, and the crispy taste that has been slightly smoked in the air is more intense. Looking up, Gushan Temple is close at hand. A solemn Brahma Buddha sound floated in, which suddenly made my heart feel a little solemn. But Yuan, who didn't like Amithofo, pulled me to the path leading to Jiating.
Xizi Lake, for thousands of years, has always been like a passionate and poetic girl with infinite springs in her eyes. Jia Ting is on the West Lake, like an affectionate scholar, guarding his lover, the West Lake. On this day, it is early spring weather, the clouds are low in color and shallow in shadow, and a little roll is lazily scattered at the end of the day. The waves of calligraphy are as high and ordinary as the low clouds in the distance.
Taking a rest in the wooden fence of Jiating, looking at the poplar, willow and apricot trees in the west of the pavilion from a distance, as well as the near and tall yellow-green miscellaneous trees and the delicate flowers and plants that fill the gap between this tree and that tree, I felt a little drunk. I couldn't stand the room, so I held the carved column in the pavilion. At this time, several orioles who left the nest early screamed and fought, chased them out of the Woods and disappeared in a blink of an eye.
Looking back at the north of the pavilion, there is a farmhouse. Some swallows who may live there are singing on the eaves of the pavilion, with pieces of fresh soil in their mouths. The east side of the pavilion is even more intoxicating: there are messy flowers and high flowers, which make our eyes gradually confused. A brisk horse came from the flowers, and the grass on the ground was so shallow that it drowned the horseshoes.
Looking up at the West Lake in the distance, Yang Yiyi and Baisha are really good places for spring. In the face of this situation, the lofty poetic interest in my heart is like the spring tide in Qiantang River, surging and overwhelming, and suddenly generate comes out.
4. 300 words of ancient poetry are like wearing a composition, sand is like the wind, mountains are still the faint green hills, or the blue of Chinese civilization. Five thousand years of cultural heritage, like a pot of fragrant teas, was intoxicated unconsciously. There is no need to "look for him in the crowd for thousands of Baidu, and suddenly look back, but it is already in the dim light."
Solve the three autumn leaves-the wind dances and clears the sleeves, and sings around the beam.
Move branches and create chaos,
Blowing flowers to send fragrance far away.
"Who has seen the wind? You didn't, and I didn't see it, but whenever the tree nods and bows, that's where the wind goes.
If it is a border desert where "the desert is lonely and the long river sets the yen", there is wind flying in the yellow sand all over the sky; If it is the vast Yangtze River, the stormy waves are lapping on the shore and rolling up thousands of piles of snow, that is, the wind is roaming in the fierce waves.
The wind makes it disappear, and it stops wherever it goes. The formal sentence "* Why bother to complain about the willow flute? The spring breeze is just like Yumenguan." This is a famous saying that has been circulating for a long time.
Flowers, safflower and purple flowers compete for wheat straw flowers
"Hua Lin thanked Chunhong and left in a hurry."
After singing the last song, the ancient poetry calmly left, resulting in a "Burying Flowers". "There is no sad song for me, and I don't know whether the flowers have fallen or died."
The poet Du Fu wrote a fascinating poem "Looking for Riverside Flowers Alone" and met Li Guinian in Jiangnan.
"It's the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and it's the season of falling flowers."
The west wind blows, and chrysanthemums are cold and fragrant everywhere. It is the magnificence of the scene that "the fragrance of heaven permeates Chang 'an and the city is full of golden flowers" that makes the poet Huang Chao sigh, "If I were Di Qing next year, my newspaper would blossom peach blossoms. "
The forest is covered with snow.
"One after another, two pieces, three pieces, four or five pieces. Six pieces, seven pieces, eight or nine pieces, flew into the reed flower and disappeared. "
Cen Can, a famous poet, wrote the poem "The bow becomes stiff, it is almost impossible to draw it out, and the iron clothes are difficult to protect" with heavy snow in "Running by the Road". It depicts the wonders of flying snow in August, in which "the sand sea deepens with unfathomable ice and gloomy clouds sink inward". There is also the strangeness of "like a strong wind in spring, blowing at night and blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees".
Tianya * * * At this time-month
Drinking alone with the moon, Li Taibai "until, holding up my cup, I asked the moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us." Since ancient times, dragging the moon to send love. Homesickness is far away, and it is the bitter yearning of "worrying about the country and the people and the bright moon" that melts all my sorrows and sighs into the moonlight.
"He knows that the dew will frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! "Within the four seas, the bright moon is in the sky, homesick at night, and the moonlight is like water.
On the Mid-Autumn Festival, the autumn dew wet the moonlight. I wonder if Qiu Si fell into the water tonight. "The young woman Su E is cold-resistant, and the frost fights in the middle of the month."
I sighed, "I wish people a long time and a thousand miles of scenery." Beautiful ancient poems let me be there, and I found happiness in learning ancient poems. the second
As long as I can remember, I have an inexplicable affection for ancient poetry. Because every poem can not only clarify profound truth for us, but also read fluently. I have an indissoluble bond with ancient poetry.
The first poem I learned was Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night. In just 20 words, the homesickness of the wanderer was vividly expressed. I have read it so far, and it is still fresh in my memory. The enlightenment of this poem may be one of the reasons why I like ancient poetry.
Since I was in primary school, my mother, a teacher, has frequently bought me extracurricular reading materials, among which Three Hundred Tang Poems is my favorite. Sad "Pecking Wood Song", sad "Jiangchengzi" and melancholy "Spring Rain" ... make me like ancient poetry more and more.
When I was in the first grade, although the study task was heavy, I always took more time to read ancient poems. Therefore, I am more interested in Chinese. Throughout the first day of junior high school, I turned over 300 Tang poems.
By the second day of junior high school, I was busier in my study. I thought I had a deep foundation in ancient poetry, so I became proud. I didn't study hard, which caused my Chinese grades to plummet. But instead of learning ancient poetry, I regarded it as my "enemy". Until the third grade, the worse my grades were, I began to regret and re-attach myself to ancient poetry. I thought to myself, I must make use of the advantages of ancient poetry to make up for my shortcomings. However, contrary to expectations, the ancient poetry of grade three is more difficult to understand and recite. Once, the teacher asked me to recite Snow White from Farewell to Tian Shuji Wu's Home, but I didn't recite it. I looked down, blushed, looked at the author "Cen Can" and wanted to eat it! But I took more classes, and I thought: Why can't I remember that poem? I used to be able to recite 300 Tang poems in capitals. Did I delay too much in grade two? Didn't I regain my confidence in ancient poetry? I asked myself for a long time, and finally realized that I didn't work hard enough! So as soon as I got home from school and finished my homework, I began to recite poems. Finally, when we were studying a song "Song of Running the Horse River" in Farewell to General Feng of the Western Expedition, I recited the whole text word for word and was praised by the teacher. From then on, my confidence was more abundant, and I secretly vowed to enter a higher realm of poetry. When reading Cen Can's poems, I realized the poet's delicate feelings: the soldiers guarding the border are not afraid of the cold to defend their country, their friends are depressed when they leave, and the soldiers who have left their homes are prepared for danger in times of peace ... His famous sentence "Like the strong wind in spring, it comes at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees", which seems to be written in spring, but in fact it is written in snow, which has a deep meaning.
5. Remember three ancient poems in Jiangnan, rewrite the composition of 200 to 300 words, and have a cool night. I looked into the distance in an alley in Luoyang city. In Luoyang city, you can't see the green orchid water like Jiangnan, and only in Jiangnan can you see such a river and such water. At this point, he raised his head and began to recall the past in Jiangnan.
In spring, whenever the sun rises. There are several bamboo raft boats crossing the river and sliding slowly. The river is calm, the water is green, and that day is blue. It can be said that water and sky are connected.
The riverside can be said to be a paradise for flowers. The delicate peach blossom is actually open, and it is pink from a distance. Wild flowers are not to be outdone. Red, yellow, blue and white decorate grass into beautiful cloth. The weeping willows by the river have long green hair. Looking around, they are green, vibrant and picturesque.
Swallows in the south also came back, chirping and singing, as if to shout to people: "Spring is coming, spring is coming."
Jiangnan makes me linger. Can I forget Jiangnan?
6. The ancient poetry of Jiangnan Spring was rewritten into a composition 300 Spring is a season full of precious memories, full of warm sunshine and full of spring breath everywhere.
Spring is a fantasy universe and a paradise for poetry! Miss Chun came in a spring car, bringing with her a fairy wand that can revive the earth and a cloud doll that can add color to the sky! Spring girl flies everywhere and brings fragrance: the grass is green, the flowers are red, and the river is blue ... Spring girl said to the cloud dolls, "I want to test you. Now I am in Jiangnan to see who can skillfully tell the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan. If it is the best, I will reward it! " "Cloud doll happily agreed. Yun Xiaomei said, "Would you please listen to us? "Everyone agreed.
So they vividly said, "In spring in the south of the Yangtze River, birds are singing everywhere, leaves are green, flowers are red, and villages by the water and battlements at the foot of the mountain are faintly visible." "Cloud doll began to climb the mountain, just then it began to rain in Mao Mao.
This light rain, like cow hair, did not affect their climbing at all, but added interest to their play. Climbing to the top of the mountain, looking from afar, Jiangnan is like a silky Chinese painting, pointing to the intoxicating beauty of Jiangnan. Brother Yun couldn't help but sigh: "There are more than 480 temples left over from the Southern Dynasties. How many terraces are shrouded in clouds and rain?" "
This is really: thousands of miles of warblers sing green and reflect red, and the water town is full of wine flags. More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.
7. I got 300 points for writing about the Three Gorges as a small tour guide (1).
"Say goodbye to the colorful clouds in Bai Di, and a thousand miles away in Jiangling will be returned in one day." The apes on both sides of the Taiwan Strait can't stop crying, and the canoe has crossed Chung Shan Man. This is known as "early release of Baidicheng". This poem describes the beautiful scenery of the Three Gorges.
Let's follow the charm of this ancient poem, get close to this nature and see the beautiful Three Gorges!
The Three Gorges is the general name of Qutang Gorge, Wuxia Gorge and Xiling Gorge. Between Fengjie in Chongqing and Yichang in Hubei in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River. The scenery of the Three Gorges is beautiful, magnificent and steep, quiet and beautiful. This is really intoxicating! The three Gorges mountains are continuous, covering the sky and the sun; The water level of the Three Gorges rose rapidly and traffic was blocked. In spring and winter, the pool water recedes and the scenery is beautiful; In autumn, the water is dry and air-cooled, and the apes are desolate. The beauty of mountains and rivers, the sorrow of fishermen's songs and the sorrow of apes and birds all reflect the magnificence of the mountains and rivers of the motherland!
Now let's walk into the Three Gorges and feel the beauty of our motherland.