"Meeting Du Fu" Grade 8 composition 1
The vast sea of poetry is magnificent, supporting a canoe, which fluctuates with the waves.
The first time I met you was in Mount Tai, the head of the all-encompassing, detached and magnificent Five Mountains. I am looking at the changing scene of heaven and earth described in Looking at Yue, standing tall and straight on Mount Tai, the endless Dongyue between Qilu, and enjoying this romantic life with you. Although you went to Qi and Zhao without taking the imperial examination, you still want to combine your broad thoughts with the lofty and broad Mount Tai. So, with the clouds coming out of the mountain, your mind is high and your thoughts are myriad. Birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes. Further show your broad mind!
In a solemn world, in Yaochi Wonderland, with sincere friendship and endless ambition, I met you again. The moon hangs in the sky, making the Yan night lonely, telling the biting cold, desolation and tragic of the frontier fortress. In that empty frontier fortress, the moon is high in the middle of the night, and the horses should have rested and entered a sweet dream.
"From Beijing to Fengxian, 500 words" let me appreciate with you the profound epigram that the wine and meat in Zhumen stink and the bones freeze to death on the road. Since the An 'an Rebellion, after three months of war and the teaching that a letter from home is worth a ton of gold, their hometown has been fighting hard, and the war continues until now. You are always concerned about the rise and fall of the country and the safety of the people. You deeply understand the urgency of people being isolated from the news, and you have been waiting for their news for a long time.
My parents and wife went to bid farewell until the dust buried the bridge outside Chang 'an, but you didn't see Qinghai's head. All the old bones were abandoned, and the new ghosts are now wailing there. The old and the biggest are in the stormy dark sky. You witnessed the separation of the people, the battlefield, large areas of flat sand, bare bones, terrible evil wind, terrible ghosts and wolves howling, the innocent sacrifice of all the people, and the militaristic sin of the Tang Dynasty! Crossing the battlefield in the middle of the night, Leng Yue shines on the bones. Tongguan Million Division, where did you die? You crossed the bitter battlefield in the middle of the night, and under the bleak Leng Yue, bones piled up.
It is telling a series of heartbreaking tragedies and accusing the people of endless disasters caused by the An Shi Rebellion. It is full of your feelings for the people and your desire for national rejuvenation!
However, I endured a miserable life for ten years and found a perch and a twig here. It is safe tonight. Years of war, travel-stained, letters from home are dead, customs are depressed and the future is bleak. You have endured such a lonely life for ten years. Now in the first year of high school, there is no other way to meet Du Fu [1000 words] in the ocean of poetry. The candle is broken and the autumn moon is bleak. You are not good at making a living, and it's a long way to go in Xiu Yuan. It is this sigh and yearning for life that haunts your mind. In the face of this situation, how can we not worry? Your life is wandering, lonely and desolate. Only the moon in the sky will accompany you through countless sleepless nights. The moon is your spiritual companion and your ideal sustenance. In the quiet and hazy moonlight, you open your heart and pour out your loneliness and depression.
"Meeting Du Fu" Grade 8 Composition 2
There is nothing to do today, let's go for a walk in the street! I was thinking.
When I came to the street, people came and went. Suddenly, I bumped into a man in an ancient costume. "Do you know where this is, son?" He bowed his head and asked. I answered them one by one, but I asked, "Who are you?" He replied: "Du Fu, the word is beautiful." I almost jumped up, how could it be! What a great poet Du Fu! Seeing that I didn't speak, he added, "I saw a crack in the ground, so I went to have a look. As a result, I accidentally fell down and came here." There is a poem that proves that' I don't know where the crack came from, and Du Fu slipped and fell. No one knows where it went, but it was sent by the Heavenly Palace. " "
At this time, there was a voice of "Gollum, Gollum". "I didn't eat today, so I'm hungry," Du Fu said awkwardly, touching my stomach. I dragged him into a restaurant, ordered some dishes and a bottle of wine, and talked about poetry while eating. Du Fu mentioned that his favorite poet was his friend Li Bai, and I nodded knowingly. Indeed, Li Bai's poems and songs are extremely accomplished, and every word is superb, which makes people feel immersive when reading them. Du Fu asked again, "What dynasty is it now?" I told him about modern history, and he listened, sometimes depressed and lamented the disasters suffered by the Chinese nation; Sometimes he is high-spirited and proud of the rise of the Chinese nation.
We talked like this. Suddenly, I felt dizzy, Du Fu disappeared, and I was awake. It was a dream! Although it was a dream, I was deeply impressed by Du Fu's bearing and talent.
"Meet Du Fu" Grade 8 Composition 3
I first met Du Fu in Mount Tai, the head of the majestic Five Mountains. I looked at the changing scene between heaven and earth described in "Looking at the Moon", standing tall and straight between Qilu and the endless Dongyue Mount Tai, and heard someone chanting "Looking at the Moon":
"How magnificent Mount Tai is! Endless green spans Qilu and Qilu .. magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north. Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes ... Once I climb to the top of the mountain and peek, I will see that other mountains are short under the sky ... "
"Du Fu? Are you Du Fu? Can the poet Du Fu be compared with Li Bai? " I'm surprised.
"It's a real talent, how dare I compare with the poet Li Bai? How dare you defile the poet's name? " He waved again and again. ? I followed Du Fu to the top of the mountain.
Du Fu faced Dashan: "I was born useful, and I must make a career." At this moment, I remembered that I had heard the teacher talk about Du Fu, but there were many imperial traitors. In the end, he got nothing. Although he wrote poems to take part in the imperial examination and presented three gifts, he was still injured by the prime minister. I advised him: "Du Fu's road to seeking an official is extremely steep. Please think twice! Wouldn't it be better to write poems and lead an idyllic life? "
"Thank you, girl. Now the court is corrupt, the country is in trouble, and every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the world. I must make a little contribution to the country. "
"Since you insist on this, I can't stop it. I only advise you to fight in officialdom. Look before you leap! I'll go first, goodbye! "
"Meet Du Fu" Grade 8 Composition 4
Du Li's poems are widely read, and many people are still reading Du Fu's poems. However, not everyone likes Du Fu's poems or Du Fu. When Du Fu's poems were praised by poets of past dynasties as "extraordinary talent and sincere words", most modern people thought that he was too negative and his poetic style was too gloomy.
So, is Du Fu really like this?
Yes, but not all. Du Fu is not without depression, but how can his life be just "depression"? Zhang Ailing once said: If you knew me before, maybe you will forgive me now. If you have read Du Fu's "Youth", you may be able to appreciate that kind of melancholy, that kind of melancholy that a person watches over a generation of rivers and mountains. Destined to be full of sadness.
Just think about it: has he been sighing and being sad since he was a child? No, he is young, with his lofty aspirations, pointing to the supreme pursuit of a young man at that time. He wants to "make the monarch Yao Shun, and then make the customs pure". But the reality is not what he wants-the bad king is in power, the treacherous court official is in power, wars are frequent, and the country is ruined. Did reality give him a way out? Don't! Everything he saw in his eyes was devastated. Who knows that the poor will change in the harvest season, which leads to "the poor are in a hurry"? Why didn't Du Fu want to be a carefree poet? But the broken mountains and rivers always try to enter his eyes and then flow down under his pen.
From young to old, he traveled all over the country, but he did nothing for that era. In the face of caring people, there is nothing you can do. Why don't you let go ... that's what contemporary people want to ask. When the reality was desperate, Tao Qian, Taibai and Dongpo all chose to let go and fled together. But perhaps he grew up in a family influenced by the Confucian atmosphere, and Du Fu was deeply impressed with the impression that "poverty is the only way to protect himself, and wealth is the best way to help the world". He chose to continue to float and sink in the world. Whether it is "always afraid of dying on the road" or "alcohol debts are common, and life is 70 years old". He can't get over it, and he can't let go of his stubborn and hot life at dawn.
Some people say that Du Fu is stupid and loyal, even though he is thinking about his whole life, who knows? Who knows? Sadly, no one knows, and few people know. Even he himself feels that "a hundred years of songs have been bitter and there is no confidant." As a pure poet, his voice is so weak. The crying in the poem can only disappear with the autumn wind on earth. But he, still with only a glimmer of hope, supported from green beard, black hair to white hair.
We are eager for someone to represent justice and public interests, but we disdain the persistence of "knowing that we can't do it." Modern people are too harsh.
In the vast universe, on a high platform, I met Du Fu who was lonely but indomitable.
Youth is a book that is too hasty. We are just filling the pages with vicissitudes of life. We wrote a preface on the title page, which was full of desolation, and then we wrote a postscript to commemorate our lost youth. Finally, we found a photo that had nothing to do with youth for a period of time, and then we kept memories of that idle time for ourselves. Later, I don't know whether to miss the idleness of Tang Nianhua in the barren land or to miss the idleness of Tang Nianhua in the barren land. Nu said it was to meet better, and I wouldn't argue if I met another self. While others, He Zi shouted in, Ming Huan Zi continued the Union Army. As long as I can see the sunrise tomorrow, I will still smile if I don't try my best to say something in the future. I will shed tears for yesterday, and I will know more about and wet the sunshine for today. If there is an afterlife, be a tree and stand in an eternal position, neither sad nor happy. Half peacefully in the soil, half flying in the wind, half in the shade, half bathed in the sun, very silent and proud, never relying on or looking for it.
"Meeting Du Fu" Grade 8 Composition 5
Travel through time and space and meet Du Fu.
Look down at the watch on your wrist: "Well, it's already twelve o'clock! Endless, why can't I find what I want? " I looked at this book on pins and needles. It was thicker than Ci Hai, and the handwriting was a little yellow. I found this book from my grandfather's bookcase which I treasured for many years. The whole book is about Du Fu. It is said that this book was left by Du Fu in those days, which is similar to his autobiography. After a long time, all kinds of legends came out. Some people also say that this book has the magic of traveling through time and space, but this is just a legend and can't be trusted. "Why can't I find it? Strange. " When I was turning the pages, suddenly, my head felt dizzy. In a blur, I saw the book floating in the air, rotating at high speed and shining brightly. Then, a huge whirlpool appeared, and I gradually lost consciousness. ......
A vast land with white clouds, but the ground is full of trees burned by war ... this is what I saw after I opened my eyes. I walked around aimlessly, looking at the scene before me.
Suddenly, a voice came into my ear from a distance. "Two orioles sing green willows and a row of egrets rise to the sky." Isn't this a poem by Du Fu? I followed the sound curiously. .....
The sound came from a thatched cottage. After I walked over, I couldn't find the source of the sound. Plus, I'm tired, so I sit on the stone bench and rest. After a while, the voice rang again, sonorous and powerful, or Du Fu's poem. Although I was exhausted, I couldn't help getting excited when I heard the sound. I can't wait to get close. This time, I finally found the source of the sound. I saw a gentleman sitting on a stone bench, looking into the distance, reciting poems and writing poems. I stepped forward and asked, "Excuse me, are you Mr. Du Fu?" "Exactly. What's the trouble? " Obviously, Du Fu had some doubts, but he asked kindly and humbly. I hid my excitement and said, "I just want to talk to you." Well, I mean, if you're not busy. " "Wars are frequent and people live in poverty. I have nothing to plant and nothing to do. What can I do? " Alas. . . "Then, a long sigh." Actually, you don't have to worry. Don't you still have your poetic world? ""Yes, now only in poetry can you speak freely and write your own thoughts, which is the happiest and has a feeling of being there, "he sighed.
"The feeling of being there." The picture described in a poem suddenly came to my mind. "The creator has endowed all the mysterious nature here with elegance. What else? A day immediately enters dawn and dusk .. layers of white clouds, cleaning up the gully on the chest; The flat bird flew into the eye socket. Once you climb to the top of the mountain and peek, you will see that other mountains are short under the sky ... "I seem to see the lush mountains of Mount Tai, which are endless in Qilu. Fog fills the air, as if out of reach, like a fairyland where immortals live.
Du Fu sat there, his hands casually on his knees, silently watching the Millennium migration. Peach blossoms in front of the thatched cottage are intentional, and flowers bloom and fall. Huanhuaxi beside the thatched cottage is full of affection.
I said goodbye to him and left thoughtfully, leaving him alone. Perhaps, I have gained a lot from this trip!