Love songs in autumn
Since ancient times, every autumn has been sad and lonely.
I say autumn is better than spring.
In the clear sky, a crane is walking among the clouds.
It brought poetry to Bixiao.
-Inscription (Liu Yuxi's autumn poems)
Autumn is a bleak season. When the wind blows, the yellow leaves on the tree rustle down, like a golden butterfly with a broken soul, flying to the embrace of Mother Earth. It melts in the soil of spring and becomes nectar, protecting the tree and the hope of spring germination.
Autumn gives people withering, desolation and desolation, and it also gives people maturity, floweriness and deep thought.
Autumn is a harvest season, and the wheat in the field opens its mouth and eyes, waiting for the farmers who come to harvest. Storage in winter, sowing in spring and cultivation in summer finally ushered in the golden autumn and golden harvest. How much blood and sweat, how much busy, are indifferent to dissipate in this golden ocean, and finally go up in smoke, leaving only the beautiful scenery in front of us. Autumn is a reward for the sweat of the other three seasons.
Autumn is the season of maturity. The dream of spring, the feeling of summer and the memory of winter are all gone. Autumn gets rid of the innocence of spring, the fanaticism of summer and the silence of winter, and becomes more mature, gorgeous and graceful.
The autumn moon is clear, unlike the spring moon, Xia Yue is elegant, and the winter moon is bleak;
Autumn rain is elegant, unlike spring rain, summer rain is unbridled, and winter rain is dull;
Autumn flowers are very delicate, unlike spring flowers, which are elegant in summer and Leng Yan in winter.
Autumn is an extremely romantic season, and the wild geese in the south will make you think a lot.
I love autumn, love its beauty, love its truth and love its romance.
Autumn is an extremely realistic season, and its chilling autumn colors accommodate the withering of everything. Desolate, mature, without any cover.
I love autumn, its beauty and solemnity. Autumn is hazy and bright, full of romance.
2. Write a composition with a poem according to Shi Shuo Xin Yu. Literature, after Cao Pi proclaimed himself emperor, has always held a grudge against his talented brother Cao Zhi. Once, he ordered Cao Zhi to write a poem within seven steps, or he would be executed in Dafa (execution) if he didn't write it, but Cao Zhi replied four poems, which is the first one above, before his voice fell.
Because it is limited to seven steps, it is called "seven-step poem" by later generations. It is said that Cao Pi was "deeply ashamed" after hearing this, not only because Cao Zhi showed extraordinary talent in poetry, but also because the poem showed that brothers are brothers, and they should not be suspicious and resentful, which naturally made the emperor feel ashamed.
This poem was written in a purely metaphorical way. The language is simple and clear, and there is no need to explain it. Just a little dredging in individual words and phrases, its significance is self-evident. "Douchi" in the second sentence refers to Douchi that has been filtered and cooked to make sauce.
"Fen" refers to beanstalk, which is dried and used as firewood. The powder is cooked with beans from the same root. Metaphor brothers are too tight, give up on themselves and violate heaven, which is naturally unacceptable. The poet's clever metaphor and clever language blurted out in an instant, which was really amazing.
For thousands of years, the word "born from the same root, why bother to fry each other" has become a common language to persuade brothers not to kill each other, which shows that this poem is widely circulated among the people. This poem was first recorded in Shi Shuo Xin Yu, and then only four sentences were circulated, namely, boiling beans and burning beans, and beans crying in the kettle.
We were born from the same root, so why should we speculate with each other! Probably because it is still difficult to determine whether it is really from Cao Zhi during the communication. However, the author of Shi Shuo Xin Yu did not go far to the world of Cao Wei, which naturally has certain basis. Moreover, according to Wei Zhi's quotation in Shi Shuo Xin Yu, Cao Zhi also said that "words are justified and articles are written as chapters". Cao Cao once tried to use Deng Tong Que Tai Fu, and the success was remarkable, so Cao Zhi made such a good poem in seven steps.
So we still introduce it to readers as Cao Zhi's works. Of course, the style of this poem is not consistent with other poems in Cao Zhi's collected works, because it was written in a hurry, so it is far from the tempering of language and the exquisiteness of images. It has won the appreciation of readers for thousands of years with appropriate vivid metaphors and clear and profound meanings.
3. Write a composition with ancient poems and rewrite the Yellow Crane Tower to send Meng Haoran fireworks. In March, Meng Xiong and I rode to the Yellow Crane Tower, where we often go.
Today is the day when Brother Meng will go to West Yangzhou. I have prepared farewell wine and snacks for Brother Meng. Meng Xiong and I boarded the Yellow Crane Tower and sat at a table by the window, drinking wine and eating our snacks.
At this time, the breeze was blowing gently, blowing Meng Xiong's clothes and mine. (The author has a rich imagination. From this detail, we feel the feeling of spring and endow the article with dynamic beauty. Brother Meng and I put down our glasses, went to the window and looked at the ocean of fireworks outside. The river is sparkling and flocks of birds are flying freely in the blue sky.
(from the previous narrative to the description of the scenery, naturally. ) In such picturesque scenery, Meng Xiong and I had a great interest in poetry, and we drank good poems one after another.
When we were happy, we began to talk about our worries, ambitions and ideals. After a long talk, it's getting late and Brother Meng is leaving.
Brother Meng and I can only drink one last glass of wine. I stood up with a hip flask in one hand and a glass in the other. I slowly filled Meng Xiong with wine and poured myself another. Meng Xiong and I picked up the glass together. The description of the scene makes the reader feel immersive. Brother Meng said, "Hey! All good things must come to an end. Let's say goodbye today. I don't know when to meet again. Come on! Let's have a drink. "
Say that finish, we drink off. At this time, Brother Meng packed his luggage and said, "Dear brothers, I'm leaving."
"I'll give you another ride!" I said. Say that finish, Meng Xiong and I went downstairs together.
This sentence is not in harmony with the artistic conception of the article, so the first sentence below can indicate the destination. ) We walked hand in hand on the tree-lined path, and the scenery on the road was really beautiful, so full of spring scenery.
The green grass is dotted with wild flowers, and the trees on the roadside are sprouting and turning green. The wind is blowing, the river is sparkling, and a free bird is chasing behind us, singing with its euphemistic song, as if singing a farewell song for Meng Xiong. In such a vibrant scenery, we have no intention of enjoying it.
We were silent all the way. The beautiful scenery creates a deep sadness of parting.
With a stroke of a pen, the sadness of parting was subtly highlighted. ) came to the river, the ship has arrived, Meng Xiong was about to board, I grabbed Meng Xiong, (too suddenly, Li Bai and Meng Haoran were quite natural and unrestrained about this separation.
There will be no such dramatic performance! ) said: "I don't know when I can meet again. I wish you a pleasant journey and peace. "
Brother Meng said gratefully, "We will definitely meet again." Brother Meng got on the boat and stood at the bow. Our eyes met. He took my hand and said, "Goodbye!" The boatman paddled and the boat paddled slowly forward.
Meng Xiong stood at the bow and waved to me all the time. I waved and silently blessed Meng Xiong. The ship left and disappeared on the horizon where the water meets the sky, only the shadow of the ship could be seen.
Nearby, I saw the waves beating layer by layer and rushing to the shore. The shadow of the fish is reflected in the water; In the distance, the river is sparkling and rolling forward.
I have been standing by the river and never left. Watching, I sang a poem: An old friend said goodbye to the West Yellow Crane Tower, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.
My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.
4. Write a story with an ancient poem. 150 word composition: It is noon when weeding, and sweat drips down the soil. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?
In summer, a farmer came to the field early in the morning. He was wearing a broken straw hat, rags and barefoot, and he was weeding and loosening the soil in the crop field with a hoe. The sun rises, the red-hot sun scorches the earth, and the soil is dry and hard. Farmers are still trying to weed. Unconsciously, the sun has been high in the sky. The farmer is tired and hungry. How much he wants to have a rest. However, when he looked up, he saw a large field overgrown with weeds. He thought of his family's life for a year, and he must continue to work hard. Sweat as big as soybeans trickled down his cheeks and into the soil under the crops. Autumn came, and farmers finally got a bumper harvest and food through hard work. However, who would think of every grain in the bowl when eating? Especially those parasites who eat and drink for nothing, spoil the food as soon as they eat. Where would you think of this food, how many farmers sweat!
5. Write a 500-word composition with the meaning of an ancient poem.
In the afternoon, I took a leisurely walk and came across a small and low hut. Green grass on both sides of the stream; Pumpkin vines climb the roof with bamboo poles; The big tree next to the house is bent as if welcoming me; Lotus leaves in the stream dance with the wind.
In the room, two white-haired old men and women are teasing each other in Wudi dialect! On the east side of the stream, the old man's eldest son is weeding his bean field, wiping the sweat from his head with a towel from time to time; The second son is sitting under a tree knitting a chicken coop. Judging from his serious attitude, his chickens must have been out of captivity for a long time. The lovely little son is lying by the stream peeling lotus flowers. I guess he definitely wants to give the lotus fruit to his eldest brother who has worked hard for a day, so that he can taste the sweetness and forget the hard work of the day. A low thatched cottage is near a gurgling stream, which is covered with green grass. An old white-haired couple sat there chatting affectionately in Wu language, still slightly drunk. Or a hut with a low eaves. The stream is gurgling and the shore is covered with green grass. For a while, I covered my eyes and talked, but also with a little drunkenness, kindness and beauty! Whose house is this? A pair of white-haired fathers and grandmothers.
The eldest son weeded in Dong Xi's bean field; The second son weaves a chicken coop at home; And the naughty and lovely little son is lying on the grass peeling lotus flowers. Or the eldest son, weeding in the bean field on the east bank of the stream. The second son is knitting a chicken coop. What a good skill! The youngest son, lying on the stream peeling lotus flowers, is a lovely and naughty guy.
In summer, deep bamboo forests are full of vitality, and dense grasslands cover the earth like carpets. The mountains in the distance are faintly visible, and a clear stream flows quietly.
This is a remote, fresh and beautiful mountain village in the south of the Yangtze River. There is a low thatched cottage by the stream. There are two elderly couples sitting in the room who have just finished drinking. They are slightly drunk and joking in Wu language. I just heard the old man say, "It's a wonderful life today. We have enough food and clothes to support our life." The old woman smiled and said, "Yes, we have three sons. The boss and the second child are filial, and the third child is smart! " Then he looked at his three sons outside the house.
Although it is hot in summer, as the eldest son, the boss is still weeding in the bean field east of the stream; The second son is still young, but he is also idle, weaving cages for chickens; The third son is the youngest. He lay across the stream for a while, ate the small fish in Doby water, and then peeled the lotus. His naughty appearance is very pleasing.
What a harmonious and happy family this is!
6. Write a composition of not less than 600 words with the theme of "A poem I appreciate". A poem I appreciate is the country of poetry. Since ancient times, countless great poets have emerged in China: Qu Yuan, Li Bai, Du Fu and Bai Juyi ... These resounding names have long been deeply engraved on the historical monument of poetry. Their works were told by later generations. My favorite is the Ming Dynasty. Yu Qian, a national hero, wrote this poem. The full text of the poem is like this: a thousand hammers cut out the mountains, and nothing burns when you are idle. You are not afraid of breaking bone powder, but you should keep your innocence on earth. The first sentence "A thousand hammers cut a deep mountain" describes that it is not easy to mine limestone. The second sentence "burn when you are idle" makes people feel that you are not only burning limestone, but also symbolizes that people with lofty ideals are calm no matter how severe the test is. Take it for granted The third sentence "not afraid of broken bones and powder" vividly describes the process of burning limestone into lime, and "not afraid of anything" implies the spirit of not afraid of sacrifice. The last sentence "I want to leave my innocence in the world" is the author's sincere emotion and determination to be a pure and innocent person. This poem is a poem that expresses one's feelings by borrowing things. Every sentence is about lime, in fact, every sentence is about people. The first two sentences. It expresses the author's fearless spirit in the face of difficulties. The last sentence uses these crosses to show the noble character of loyalty to the country and set an example for people. When I first read this poem, my heart was full of blood, and I was deeply attracted by this heroism. What I feel in my heart is fearless spirit and heroism. As a minister of the Ming dynasty, the author Yu Qian set an example, loyal to the country and innocent. He compared himself to this atmospheric quatrain of seven words, with clear and profound language and immortal people and poems. What this poem expresses is that a person should be as firm and unyielding as lime, even if he is "crushed", "burned" and "broken"
7. Write a composition with "an unforgettable poem" as the main topic, which requires 300-400 words and cannot exceed "Lullaby". The beauty of an unforgettable song in the world is to listen to a melodious melody quietly. The patter of rain is soft music; Flowing spring is cheerful music; The wind blowing through willow leaves is a lingering music. We can hear all kinds of songs everywhere in our life. In my heart, there is another song worth listening to all my life-lullaby. Some people may call me naive, but I don't think so. This song is too common. It is not an emotional and exciting song, nor is it a sad and tearful song. It's a song that deeply touched me. Sleep, my dear baby, your mother's hand is shaking you gently. "Close your eyes, my mother's serene expression and gentle movements come to mind, and I can't help laughing. This smile is happy. The sound is so soft, just like a stream in Ming Che, it flows forward quietly until the cool water seeps into my heart. No accompaniment is needed, and the timbre is beautiful. Sweet and happy. Let people indulge in this for a long time. Under the guidance of singing, I saw a lot: in the morning, my mother called me in a gentle and kind voice and opened my eyes. I saw my mother's smile like a spring breeze. That smile was deeply imprinted in my heart, and that smile made all my troubles disappear. Eating the rice cooked by my mother is like a can of endless sweetness. It seems to have flooded into a warm ocean again. At night, under the light, there is a cup of hot milk in front of me and I am wearing a dress. When I turned around, it was my mother's smiling face as always, encouraging me with its invisible words. Melodious music makes me feel my mother's eternal warm love, which I will never forget! You can reduce it to 400 words.