1. Write an ancient essay about introducing your hometown
Hillsong of Suining
A giant city in central Sichuan, the pearl of Fu region. Inheriting the ancient charm of Jiuzhou, it came from Liang, and it was named Dou in Longchang, Fengtian Prefecture. Looking at the Qinling Mountains in the distance, the hills are low, and the road to Shu is no longer difficult; Fu Yelang has not reached it, the river is slow, and the boat can travel. The fragrance of hibiscus blooms in Chengdu, and the mist on the river in Chongqing begins to clear. A day and a thousand miles away, there is no snowstorm, yellow sand, fresh poisonous insect miasma, red soil overflowing with paste, rivers shining with gold, mountains and rivers magnificent and full of vitality. I doubt that the heaven and earth are spiritual and unique, and the people of the country are helpless and sigh.
The Fujian River is mighty and has a long history. It makes twists and turns and circles back to Changsha; the mountains are undulating, the forests are beautiful and the peaks are clear, stretching around and embracing the white clouds. Jinhua is abrupt and verdant, and Fujiang River is eternal; Pinghu Lake is sparkling and rippled, and Suizhou is long and moist. There are thousands of hectares of fertile farmland, and the people are diligent in spring and have good harvests every year. There are thousands of merchants in villages and towns, and they are busy cultivating goods, and they are prosperous every month. I am crossing the Niudai River late at night, and I am returning home in the late afternoon with my fishing fire flickering. The dew is coming in the morning on Kuishan Mountain, and I am looking forward to the rising sun shining on the towering ancient cypress trees. In spring at Paomatan, the fields are flowing with gold, and the peaches and plums are fragrant; in the midsummer at Maoer Island, the grass is long and the wading birds are in a hurry on Maoer Island. In the Mid-Autumn Festival, the Osmanthus Bridge and the cranes are singing at night; in the golden winter, the fog locks the long embankment of Chicheng Lake. The sound of Sanskrit is curling up, Guanyin is compassionate, benevolence and virtue open up the spiritual spring; the sound of Taoist trumpets, the solemnity of the old gentleman, and the universal light on the peak make a new meeting.
Cultural accumulation, elegance and sophistication, brilliance of literature, and elegance! When giving birth to a daughter, it is a must-read, Huang Xiumei’s poems are the best among all the poets; when raising a child, you must read, Chen Zi’ang’s writing is unparalleled in ancient and modern times. Unique in the painting world, Bao Fan's paintings are recorded in the national annals; the calligraphy garden is full of beauty, and Pengxi is the hometown of calligraphy written with pen and ink. Lu's wind was fierce, his virtues were clear, his loyal ministers and filial sons were famous all over the world. Peng He supported the festival and the vassal, and served the country with loyalty; Meng Zong mourned for his relatives, and his filial piety touched heaven. Diligent in government and caring for the people, Xi Wenxiang and Geng Jie; guiding horses and saving people, Lu Xiangbi is chivalrous. To fight against Japanese invaders, General Jiayu sacrificed his life in the Central Plains; to proclaim the power of the country, the mighty warriors first transformed China into a rainbow in a foreign land. Filial piety and integrity will shine through the ages, and loyalty and bravery will spread throughout the universe!
When things are abundant and the people are prosperous, people are not hungry. We gather the essence of things and provide nourishment to all directions. Zhuotong Well collects brine, and the salt is transported to Bayu; Beigu Mountain produces sugar, and the sweetness is in Sichuan.
Water transportation and aviation are in the ascendant, and railways and highways are in the fourth to eighth grade.
The city is bustling, the countryside is peaceful, --- Praise --- Tianfu's important weapons, Huayang cases 2. Help write a classical Chinese essay about scenery, urgently needed
Login Records of Mount Tai - Yao Nai's original text: The Yang of Mount Tai is that the Wen River flows to the west; its Yin is that the Jishui River flows to the east.
The Yang Valley all enters Wen, and the Yin Valley all enters Ji. When it is divided into north and south, it is the ancient Great Wall.
The highest Sun View Peak is fifteen miles south of the Great Wall. In December of the 39th year of Qianlong's reign, I rode the wind and snow from the capital, traveled through Qihe and Changqing, passed through the northwest valley of Tai'an, and crossed the limit of the Great Wall to Tai'an.
It was the end of the moon, and I went up from the southern foot with the prefect Zhu Xiaochun Ziying. For forty-five miles, the roads are all made of stones, with more than seven thousand levels.
There are three valleys directly south of Mount Tai. The middle valley goes around the city of Tai'an, and the Li Dao is surrounded by water. I started to follow it in, and the road was less than half way across the middle ridge, then followed the west valley again, and then reached its top.
In ancient times, when climbing mountains, one would follow the east valley and there would be a Tianmen on the way. The east valley is called the Tianmen Stream in ancient times, and it cannot be reached by others.
The cliffs in the middle ridges and mountain tops that we pass today are limited to those on the road, and the world calls them Tianmenyun. The road is foggy and slippery, making it almost impossible to climb.
Up to now, Cangshan Mountain is covered with snow, and the sky is shining brightly to the south. Looking at the city outline in the evening, Wenshui and Cuulai are picturesque, while the middle of the mountain is filled with mist. Wushenhui, Wugu, and Ziying sat in the sun-watching pavilion, waiting for the sunrise.
The strong wind blew up the snow and hit the face. In the east of the pavilion, clouds covered the ground from the foot down. In the clouds, dozens of white osmanthus trees could be seen, which looked like mountains. The clouds in the sky are of different colors, turning into five colors in a moment.
Above the sun, it is as red as a pill, and below there is a red light. It shakes and bears it, and it may be said that this is the East China Sea. Looking back at the sun peak to the west, whether the sun is shining or not, the colors are bright and crimson, and they are all hunchbacked.
To the west of the pavilion is the Dai Temple and the Bixia Yuanjun Temple. The emperor's palace is in the east of Bixia Yuanjun Temple.
On this day, the stone carvings in Guandao have been lost since the Xianqing period of the Tang Dynasty. If you are out of the way and don't follow the right path, you won't be able to go there.
The mountains are more rocky and less soily. The stone is pale black, mostly square and less round.
There are few miscellaneous trees, many pines, and stone fences, all with flat tops. Ice and snow, no waterfalls, no traces of birds and animals.
When I looked at the solstice, there were no trees, and the snow was as deep as a person’s knees. Records of Yao Nai in Tongcheng.
----------------------------------------------- -------- Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion - Wang Bo's old county in Yuzhang and his new mansion in Hongdu. The stars are divided into wings, and the ground is connected to Henglu.
Take the three rivers and lead the five lakes, control the wild thorns and lead Ouyue. The treasures are abundant, the dragon's light shines on the ruins of the Niu Dou; the outstanding people and places, Xu Ru sits on Chen Fan's bed.
The mist in Xiongzhou is full of stars. The Taihuang rests on the crossroads between Yi and Xia, and the guests and hosts enjoy the beauty of the southeast.
When the governor Yan Gong looks forward to his elegant appearance, the halberd and halberd are coming in the distance; when Yuwen Xinzhou's Yi Fan is here, the curtain of delirium is temporarily stationed. I have ten days of rest, and I have many winning friends.
Welcomed from thousands of miles away, full of guests. The soaring dragon and the phoenix are the Ci sect of Scholar Meng; the purple lightning and green frost are the arsenal of General Wang.
The king of the family is in charge, and the road is famous. How could a boy know? Bow to every victory.
The time is September, and the sequence belongs to Sanqiu. When the water is gone, the cold pond is clear, and the smoke condenses and the mountains are purple at dusk.
I am like a car on the road, visiting the scenery in Chong'a. Visit Changzhou, the emperor's son, and find the immortal's old pavilion.
The mountains are towering with greenery, and the sky rises above them; the flying pavilions are full of elixirs, and there is no ground below. Heting and Fuzhu are the lingering memories of poor islands; Guidianlan Palace is the shape of hills and mountains.
It is draped in embroidery and looks down on the carved beast. The mountains are wide and wide, and the rivers and lakes are so vast that they are horrified.
The rainbow sells in the rain, and the color shines brightly in the area.
The setting clouds and the solitary swans fly together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky. The fishing boat sings late, and the sound is heard on the shore of Pengli. The wild geese are frightened by the cold, and the sound is broken by the Hengyang Pu.
The distant chanting is smooth, and the joy is flying. The cool breeze blows and the cool breeze blows, the slender song condenses and the white clouds stop.
The green bamboos in Suiyuan are like a bottle in Pengze; the Zhuhua in Yeshui is like a brush in Linchuan. Four beauties, two are difficult to combine.
I am poor in looking at the sky, and I am extremely entertained in my spare time. The sky and the earth are vastly different, and I feel the infiniteness of the universe. When joy and sorrow come, I realize that there are countless ups and downs.
I hope that Chang'an will be safe under the sun, and that Wu will be in the clouds. The terrain is extreme but the southern sky is deep, the sky pillar is high and the northern star is far away.
It is difficult to cross the mountains, and those who have lost their way are sad; meeting by chance is like a guest from a foreign land. When Emperor Huai disappeared, how old was the Xuan Dynasty? Alas! The fortunes are bad and the fate is misfortune.
Feng Tang Yi Lao, Li Guang is difficult to seal. Qu Jiayi in Changsha is not without a holy master; when Liang Hong travels to Haiqu, is there no lack of bright time? It depends on the gentleman to be in poverty and the wise man to know his fate.
When you are old and strong, you would rather move your heart with a white head; when you are poor and strong, you will not fall into the clouds. Drinking from the greedy spring makes you feel refreshed, and you still feel happy when you are in a dry road.
Although Beihai is on credit, I can take it if I shake it; the east corner is gone, but it is not too late to mulberry trees. Meng Chang was noble and noble, but he had no desire to serve his country; Ruan Ji was rampant, how could he cry at the end of the road? Bo is three feet short of life, and he is a scholar.
If you have no way to ask for a tassel, you will wait for the weak crown of the final army; if you have a heart, you will cast a pen, and you will admire the long wind of Zongqi. He gave up his hairpin and wat for hundreds of years, and carried it to him at dawn and dusk for thousands of miles.
It is not the treasure tree of the Xie family, but the neighbor of the Meng family. He is approaching the court day by day, wishing to accompany the carp; this morning, holding his armband, he is happy to support the dragon gate.
When Yang Yi doesn’t meet, he touches Ling Yun and feels sorry for himself; when Zhong Qi meets him, why should he be ashamed to play Liu Shui? Whoop! The resort is rare and the feast is rare. Orchid Pavilion is gone, Zize Qiu Ruins.
In my farewell words, I am fortunate to be grateful to you for your kindness; to climb high and write a poem is what I hope you will do! Dare to be sincere, respectful and short-tempered. Every word is composed, and all four rhymes are completed.
Please sprinkle the Pan River and pour the land, sea and clouds. King Teng's high pavilion is adjacent to the river, and he wears jade and sings the luan while singing and dancing.
The painted building is flying towards Nanpu clouds, and the rain is rolling down the west mountain at dusk. The shadows in Xianyuntan Lake are long, and things change and the stars move several autumns.
Where is the emperor's son in the pavilion now? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows freely! --------------------------------------------- Travel to Baochan Mountain --Wang Anshi Bao Chan Mountain is also called Huashan. The Tang Dynasty Futu Hui Bao Shi left it at the site and was buried after his death. Therefore, it was later named "Bao Chan". Today’s so-called Huikong Zen Temple is also called Luzhong.
Five miles east of the courtyard, the so-called Huashan Cave is named after it is the Yangtze River of Huashan Mountain. More than a hundred steps away from the cave, there is a stele serving the road. The inscriptions are lost, but the only inscription can still be recognized, which is "Huashan".
To say "hua (pronounced once)" is like the word "hua" in "huashi" is a wrong pronunciation. It is flat and open below, with a spring coming out from the side, and there are many travelers who record it - it is called the front cave.
Five or six miles up the mountain, there is a cave that is slim and very cold when you enter it. If you ask about its depth, you will find that those who like to swim will not be poor. It is called the back cave. Yu and the four others held fire to get in. The deeper they went in, the harder it was to get in, and the more amazing they saw.
If someone is lazy and wants to come out, he will say: "If you don't come out, the fire will be exhausted." Then he will come out with him.
To sum up where I have been, I am not as good as a good traveler. However, if you look at the left and right, there are very few people who will remember it. If the cover is deep, the height will be reduced.
At this time, the remaining strength is still enough to penetrate, and the fire is still enough to illuminate. Now that it has come out, you may blame the person who wanted to come out, and you may also regret that it followed you, and you will not be able to enjoy the pleasure of wandering.
Then I sighed: The ancients often gained something when they looked at the heaven and earth, mountains and rivers, vegetation, insects, fish, birds and beasts. Because of the depth of their thoughts, they were everywhere. If the enemy is close, there will be many tourists; if the danger is far, there will be few tourists.
The majesty, weirdness, and extraordinaryness of the world often lie in the dangers and distances, and they are rarely accessible to people, so those who are not determined cannot reach them. If you have ambition, you will not be able to achieve it if you don't follow it. However, if you don't have enough strength, you will not be able to achieve it.
Have ambition and strength, but do not slack off. 3. Write about a scene in classical Chinese
It’s so dangerous to play a game! The road to Shu is as difficult as climbing to the sky.
Silkworms and yufu, how confused was the founding of the country.
You are forty-eight thousand years old, and you are not in the vicinity of Qin Sai.
There is a bird path in Taibai, Xidang, which can cross the top of Emei.
The earth collapsed and the mountains destroyed the strong men to death, and then the stone stacks of the ladder to the sky were connected.
There is a high mark of six dragons returning to the sun on the top, and a rushing wave and turning back to Sichuan below.
The yellow crane cannot fly yet, and the ape clings to it to overcome its sorrow.
How is the green mud coiling around the rocky mountains?
When I went to the Lijing Well, I raised my head and breathed out. I sat down with my hands on my back and sighed!
When will you return from your journey to the west? Afraid of the unreachable rocks.
But I saw the mourning bird calling the ancient trees, and the male flying and the female flying around the forest.
I also heard Zigui crying about the moon at night, feeling sad about the empty mountain.
The difficulty of the road to Shu is as difficult as climbing to the blue sky, which makes people wither their beauty!
When the peaks are lifted, the sky is not full, and withered pines hang upside down against the cliffs.
The turbulent waterfalls are noisy, and the cliffs turn into rocks and thousands of valleys are thundered.
The danger is also like this, people who are far away are sorry.
Why are you here! The sword pavilion is majestic and Cui Wei,
One man can guard the gate, but ten thousand men cannot open it.
The relatives who were guarded or kidnapped turned into wolves and jackals.
Avoid tigers in the morning and snakes at night.
Grind your teeth and suck blood, killing people like numbness.
Although Jincheng is happy, it is better to return home early.
The road to Shu is as difficult as climbing to the blue sky. I look to the west and sigh!
Poetry explanation
Ah! How steep and high! The road to Shu is difficult, even more difficult than going to heaven. The two kings of Shu, Cancong and Yufu, were so unclear about the founding of the country. From then on, it took 48,000 years to have communication with the people of Qin. Taibai Mountain is blocked to the west, and only bird paths allow high-flying birds to cross the top of Mount Emei. Until the earth collapsed and the mountains collapsed, the strong men were crushed to death, and then there were ladders and stone stacks connected to each other. Above it is the highest peak that even the six dragons pulling the cart have to turn around, and below there is a whirlpool where waves surge and splash in reverse. The high-flying yellow crane can't fly over, but the ape wants to get over, worrying that there is no place to climb. Qingni Mountain is winding and winding, with many twists and turns in a short distance, winding around the peak. Hold your breath and reach out to touch the stars. Touch your chest with your hands and sigh. When will you come back from your journey to the west? Horrible journey, steep rocks that are difficult to climb. I saw birds chirping sadly on the ancient trees, and males and females flying around in the forest. I also heard the cuckoo singing in the moonlit night, filling the empty mountain with sadness. The road to Shu is difficult, even more difficult than going to heaven. People's beauty fades after hearing these words. The continuous mountain peaks are less than a foot above the sky, and withered pines hang upside down against the steep cliffs. The rapids and waterfalls rush down in a noisy manner, hitting the cliff and causing the rocks to roll and make a thunderous sound. It's so dangerous. Why do you, a person from afar, come here? The sword pavilion is high, rugged and abrupt. If one person holds the pass, ten thousand people cannot open it. If the gatekeeper is unreliable, he will become a jackal in power. In the morning, you have to avoid tigers, and in the evening, you have to beware of snakes that grind their teeth to suck human blood, killing countless people. Although Jincheng is a peaceful place, it is still better to go home. The road to Shu is difficult, even more difficult than going to heaven. I turned sideways and looked to the west, sighing deeply.