My first thought is "the grass grows in February and the warblers fly, and the willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke." I like flying kites with children. We left school early and jumped into Yinzhou Park to fly kites. We saw a large area of new green.
Seeing ducks playing in the lake, I can't help but think of "peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and spring water warms the duck prophet." The teacher said it was an anthropomorphic description of the characteristics of spring. Similarly, the poem "Peach Blossoms Still Smile in the Spring Breeze" is also described in an anthropomorphic way. Peach blossoms attract beautiful butterflies and make orioles cry. The picture of the combination of motion and static is exactly the poet Du Fu's poem "When the butterfly dances, the sound of warblers is just a family cry".
When the grass grows in spring, Bai Juyi enjoys the spring by riding a horse. "Flowers are getting better and better, and shallow grass can be without horseshoes." He Zhangzhi of the same dynasty compared the spring breeze to a pair of scissors, cutting out strips of willow branches, so there was a famous sentence of "Jasper adorns trees, and thousands of strands of moss hang down".
There are many poems about spring, such as "Good rain knows the season, when spring comes, sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently". Let's look for spring in ancient poems.
The beauty of spring in ancient poetry lies in the subtle scenery, so let's walk into the spring in poetry.
The beauty of spring lies in the peach blossoms outside the bamboo. Ducks swim in the river. The spring breeze in February shook Miss Liu's long hair. The stream is singing happily. Suddenly, the naughty spring breeze touched the surface of the stream. Spring breeze and grass Kobane Eva just poked her head out of the soil to say hello.
The beauty of spring lies in two orioles singing green willows and a row of egrets growing green. Orioles sing on the willow branches, and egrets fly to the sky in groups. The light rain fell and stopped, the air was filled with fragrance, and the trees sprouted.
The beauty of spring lies in the egrets flying in front of Mount Cisse, and the peach blossoms fishing for mandarin fish fat in the water. Peach blossoms bloom pink one after another, like the shy face of a little girl. Mandarin fish chase each other and play in the faint fragrance.
The beauty of spring is that the grass grows in February and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. The children rushed after the Yellow River and flew into the cauliflower. Willow was blown by the wind, and the children chased the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly flew into the rape flower and was never found again. In spring, rape blossoms are very lush and have a fragrance.
A hundred flowers bloom in the spring, and the spring breeze is ten miles. Spring is a beautiful picture. I like spring in poetry.
Spring Composition 3 in Ancient Poetry Now, it is already. Everything is revived, and there are many descriptions of spring in ancient poems!
Today, visit the park and discover spring from this poetic beauty! Stepping into the park, rows of buds germinate and bathe in the sun. It is really worthy of being "Jasper disguised as a tree, and thousands of strands of green silk hang down". Further inside, a green meadow came into view. Just sprouted, full of vitality, people are reluctant to step on it. Perhaps this is: "the rain is crisp in the sky and the grass is far away." It happened to rain in Mao Mao the other day. Oh, this is clearly: "sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently." There was a private person behind, with a strong and intoxicating smell, but the owner locked the door. Hey! At the top of the wall, a branch stretched out its arm. This is exactly what it says: "Spring can't close the garden, and an apricot goes out of the wall."
"Goo-goo-"This voice is an oriole! I saw a pair of orioles flying with me in the sky. "Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky." I can't help crying. "ah! Butterfly, Huang Die! Huang Die! " "The children scrambled to catch up with Huang Die, but they couldn't find broccoli."
Time flies, inadvertently the sky is a fish-belly grey. It's time to return!
Jingle bells, Jingle bells! It turned out that this was a dream. A beautiful and unforgettable dream! In spring, I will catch up with you!
Spring composition in ancient poetry 4 What is spring? It is Zhu's "winning the sun to find the fragrance of Surabaya, and the boundless scenery will be new for a while", Han Yu's "The grass tree will know the spring soon, and ten thousand kinds of red silk will compete for Fangfei", and Ye Shaoweng's "Spring can't close the garden, and an apricot will come out of the wall". Let's find the poetic spring in ancient poetry together!
In the morning, I get up with a pleasant birdsong, just like Meng Haoran's "In the early morning of spring, I wake up briskly, surrounded by birdsongs". Walking by the lake, willows have sprouted, which are green from a distance, but sparse in the breeze and drizzle. It is really "the rain in the sky is crisp, and the grass is not close." On the lawn, all kinds of flowers are blooming, and I seem to see Zhu's "Waiting for the East Wind, Colorful is Always Spring".
In the square, children fly kites against the spring breeze, and there are bursts of laughter from time to time. It seems to have returned to the artistic conception of "children returning home early from school and busy flying kites in the east wind". In the distance, flocks of returning birds skimmed the sparkling lake. It's really "singing and dancing, red on the bridge." I walk in the spring season, let the breeze gently brush my face, the drizzle kisses my clothes and smells the fragrance of flowers and plants. This situation is really "getting wet with clothes and apricot blossom rain, blowing cold willows on your face". Coincidentally, three or five fishing enthusiasts also enjoy fishing in raincoats, which reminds me of Zhang's "green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, no need to go home in the oblique wind and drizzle."
Spring in ancient poems is really beautiful! I really want to be a poetic ancient man.