When I was a child, my grandfather was a teacher and always taught me to recite ancient poems word by word. It's strange to see grandpa reading poetry. When he reads poetry, he always shakes his head and his voice is cadence. I asked grandpa why, and grandpa smiled and said, "Only when you shake your head while reading a poem can you read the charm of the poem." At that time, I didn't know where the charm of this poem was, but I nodded with a little knowledge.
I still remember that the first Tang poem I read that I could recite was Spring Dawn. I think the first time I made friends with Xiao Chun must be in spring. "In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing all around." I asked grandpa what "smelling birds" meant, and grandpa said, smelling is listening. Don't you often hear birds chirping when you get up every morning? This is "bird sniffing". Oh, I see.
I read one by one and read many poems about spring. "Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller in the spring breeze." Oh, I know this poem. Clouds of wildfires are burning weeds, but they can't be extinguished anyway. When the spring breeze blows, weeds are reborn. "Although the country is divided, the mountains and rivers remain forever, and the vegetation turns green in spring." I also know these two sentences. I don't like the sight of the country collapsing. Although the mountains and rivers remain the same, there are grass everywhere and trees all over the street. Read: "Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me?" A pale ink picture appeared in front of me, and the last sentence of the poet used interrogative sentences, which made me imagine a picture of "When is the bright moon" and "Take care of me", showing how homesick the poet Wang Anshi is!
Zhu Youshi's poem "Spring Day": "Win the day to find the fragrance of Surabaya, and the vast scenery will be new for a while. When you are free, you will know that the east wind is always spring. " Gradually, I understood the charm of poetry and gained a lot of knowledge.
Spring, in my poetic journey, follows me all the way. It occupies an important position in the poems I have learned, giving me endless inspiration and insight, and making me understand the charm of poetry.
2. Li Bai took me to see the magnificent scenery of and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea. Su Shi and I "quick march": Look at the beautiful scenery of "flowers in the water are interlaced and bamboo and cypress are hidden". The poet walked with me, spent a happy time with me and grew up with me! The poet and I watched the scenery turn yellow and the leaves fall with the wind. No! That's not a leaf, it's a magnificent view that "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud will protect flowers more" It tells us what dedication is, the moon is high in the sky, no! That's not the moon! It was the sad scenery of "looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then sinking, and I suddenly remembered home". It told us what homesickness was, and the pool ran down, no! That's not a pool, but a peach blossom pool in thousands of feet, which is better than the love scenery in Wang Lun. Tell us what friendship is! The poet accompanied me to see the scenery and told me that autumn leaves let us know how to give, the night sky scenery and the rising moon let us know how to taste homesickness, pool scenery and water flow, and let us know what friendship is. The poet walked with me and watched the scenery with me. Thank you for telling me so much, thank you for letting me know so much! The poet made me love my mother. The poet walked with me and told me: "The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body, but the grass of one inch has won three inches of glory. You should love your mother." Yes! I want to love my mother! Mother is working silently, and a monotonous landscape is formed behind the building. Year after year, the wind and frost covered your smiling face, your lonely heart, who can understand? Flowers bloom quietly, you work silently, trying to tell you that you have always been my miracle. In fact, I have always understood you and loved you very much. However, we have nothing to say to each other, and some are just heart-to-heart. The poet walked with me and asked me to love my mother. Thank you for introducing me to my mother. Thank you for letting me know how to love my mother! The poet made me taste homesickness, old vines, faint crows, small bridges, flowing water, ancient roads, thin horses in the west wind and sunset. Heartbroken people are at the end of the world. Looking into the air, "looking up, I found that it was moonlight, and it sank back, and I suddenly remembered my home" and "looking at the sea". Where is the pass of Rimu Township? People are driving on the Yanbo River, feeling sad and in tears. "I go forward. I cried until my tears ran out, and I saw a sailboat about to fall in the distant sky. "I will think of you in the clouds, so think of me in the sunset. Poets let me taste homesickness, but reason is still chaotic. Don't have a trace of homesickness in your heart! The poet accompanied me. Thank you. I will try my best to have the lofty sentiments of "reaching the peak, the other mountains all appear dwarfs under the sky.", the filial piety of "Who said the grass in the village will win the honor of three villages" and the leisure of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely". The intention of' naked, not dignified'! The poet walks with me, that deep love! That's deep sorrow! That long-term vision!
3. The ancient poem "The Shepherd Boy" was rewritten into a 450-word composition. Vilen, lush with green grass, is full of vitality under the sunlight, like a huge emerald carpet stretching into the sky.
On the Yuan Ye, an old cow leisurely tasted the green grass, and the little shepherd boy ran and moved slowly and carefully between Yuan Ye under the temptation of butterfly dance.
In the evening, the sun, which has been active all day, gradually converges its light and becomes gentle, like a red lantern with a soft flame, hanging on the edge of Yuan Ye and the sky. Maybe it was suspended for too long, only to see it sink slowly and stop smoothly as soon as it touched the ground. It seems that with the support of vilen, it once again playfully jumped onto this huge green bed. The endless Yuan Ye was dyed dark green by the sunset. Looking at the sunset on the Yuan Ye, the little shepherd boy was too surprised to blink, for fear that the red lantern would be swept away by a giant hand in the blink of an eye. The little shepherd boy watched with wide eyes. Suddenly, the sunset shivered twice. Finally, like a naughty little rabbit, he quietly got into the grass with a light and agile tapping sound and said "goodbye" to the little shepherd boy.
That night, the wind blew gently again, and the clouds seemed to feel the end of the sunset glow. On the horizon, the slightly reddish clouds also dispersed. Reluctantly, he put on a black veil and walked away.
It's getting dark and the fields are much quieter.
Suddenly, with a light flute, the silent vilen suddenly came alive again. Then, the flute became louder and louder and closer. Following the sound, I saw an old cow walking slowly. It turned out to be a little shepherd boy. I saw him wearing a hat and hemp fiber, sitting on the back of a cow, playing the flute tirelessly, teasing the evening breeze, with a little coolness. The grass on the Yuan Ye seems to understand the flute and dance together in the hazy twilight. The flute went through the Woods, jumped over the Yuan Ye and drifted far away. ...
At the entrance of the village, the white-haired grandfather of the shepherd boy is waiting for his little grandson who lives alone to return from grazing. The appearance of an old man and a young man has added some warmth to the cool vilen and small villages.
The shepherd boy and grandpa are full, and it is completely dark, but there is still a faint light of the moon in the air. The shepherd boy, who had been herding cattle for a day, was already very tired at this time. Like a tired kitten, he snuggled up to the woodpile, took off his hat and hemp fiber, looked up at the moon with his beloved bamboo flute in his hand, missed his kind mother, and fell into a sweet dream country with wonderful reverie. ...
Shepherd boy (Lv Yan)
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The grass shop is six or seven miles away from the field, the flute is long and the night wind is three or four.
Come back from a full meal at dusk, and don't take off your hemp fiber.
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① Yokono: Guangyuanye.
2 get: tease.
Hemp fiber: a brown or straw-colored coat used to shelter from wind and rain.
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Green grass, vast Yuan Ye, endless. The flute sounded intermittently in the evening breeze, melodious, as if playing with the evening breeze. The shepherd boy returned from grazing and had a big meal at dusk. He didn't even take off his hemp fiber, so he lay happily on the grass on a moonlit night.
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The poem "1( 16) Pictures of Shepherd Boy's Works of Art" shows us a vivid picture of Shepherd Boy coming home at night. We saw the quiet and leisurely life of the shepherd boy. Through the poem, we also see the author's inner world's yearning for a life away from the hustle and bustle and enjoying a happy life: the vast Yuan Ye is covered with green grass; The evening breeze is blowing the weeds. I haven't seen the shepherd boy come back yet, but I first heard the melodious and approaching flute of the shepherd boy coming from the wind. The flute sounded intermittently and fluttered with the wind. The shepherd boy came back and had a good meal. It's already after dusk. He didn't even take off his hemp fiber, so he lay in the open field to rest on a moonlit night. It shows the carefree and innocent nature of children. There are scenes, feelings, characters and voices in the poem. This vivid scene appears in our field of vision from far and near.
The word "shop" shows the gentle comfort of the grass and grassland.
The word "Nong" expresses a kind of interest, conveying the melodious flute sound in the wind and the meaning of the shepherd boy playing the flute.
Six or seven miles and three or four sounds here do not refer to definite figures, but to highlight the silence of the vast countryside in Yuan Ye in the evening.
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Expressed the author's inner yearning for a safe and comfortable life.
4. adapt this ancient poem of the shepherd boy into a short essay. Deep in the mountains, there is a beautiful place, where there is a small village. People work at sunrise, rest at sunset, watch each other and help each other, and live a harmonious, carefree and free life.
There is a meadow in front of the village, and all the six or seven miles in Fiona Fang are meadows, where green grass seems to be spread out. There are hills on all sides, and the grass is lush. The flat ground is green, and the small slope is green. Cattle and sheep walked on the small slope for a while and then came down. Wherever you go, the big grass adds a bit of harmony. The lines of those small slopes are so soft, just like Chinese painting only renders green without ink lines.
Suddenly, a wonderful flute sounded faintly in the evening breeze. I heard the sound and found a shepherd boy riding on the back of an ox, playing the flute happily. The flute is so melodious, so light, so lively and so happy! At this time, I couldn't bear to go over and interrupt the wonderful music.
At dusk, the shepherd boy came home for dinner, and he wolfed it down. His mother said to him, "Eat slowly and stop choking!" " "After a while, he was full and busy running in the direction of the prairie, without even taking off the hemp fiber.
After a while, the melodious flute echoed on the grass and the bright moon was in the sky. The shepherd boy was completely immersed in the cheerful music, and the moon was happy for him, sprinkling countless bright moonlight on the earth.
5. Rewrite an ancient poem (Spring Day) into a 400-word composition. On a sunny day, I came to Surabaya to visit the beautiful scenery. There are flowers in full bloom and the smell is fragrant. The mountains in the distance are high and low, looming. A waterfall falls from the sky, just as the title of a poem written by Li Bai is "Suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days". There is also a stream at the foot of the mountain. The stream is crystal clear, and small fish and shrimps are playing in it.
In the distance, a small village is hidden among the flowers, and the flowers are overflowing. People all know that there is a spring breeze, but to really see it, we must see it through the colorful scenes of blooming flowers, green grass and sprouting young trees. . Who woke them up? Oh! It turns out that Miss Chun woke them up with her gentle hands!
Spring has come, and the spring breeze has blown the flowers away, and there are flowers everywhere. With the spring breeze, there is this boundless beauty!
6. Rewriting Ancient Poems in the Fifth Grade of Primary School 300 words There is a family by the stream. A family of five lives in an old and shabby hut.
But it can be seen that they live happily. There is an old couple with white hair in front of the hut. They just had a few drinks. It can be seen from their red faces that they are slightly drunk, leaning together and drinking and having fun together in Wu dialect.
The old man said, "I said, wife, you are drunk." The old woman said, "You are drunk, I am wide awake!" " ""Ha ha ha, ha ha ha! " Laughter overflowed from the room.
Behind the hut are lush bamboo forests and rolling mountains, revealing the quiet atmosphere of the countryside. There is a stream beside the hut. The river is clear and transparent, and all the fish in it can be seen clearly.
The eldest son of the old couple, carrying a hoe and a straw hat, went to the bean field in the east of the stream to weed. The air outside is fresh and the grass is green beside the stream. There are green lotus leaves in the stream, and some still have lotus leaves.
The chicken is cackling, as if to say, "Where is our house?" ? The second son is knitting a chicken coop with his fastest speed. Knitting, knitting, I'm almost finished.
The chickens seem to know that the second son is knitting a coop for them, so they fly around the second son and sometimes peck his little feet in a friendly way. As for the youngest son, he knows nothing. He can only lie on the side of the stream, playfully teasing the fish, peeling the lotus flowers to eat, and nagging: "One, two, three …" The way he shakes his little feet is really cute! What a happy family this is! Ask for praise.
7. Rewrite an ancient poem into a 400-word composition and send it to a friend. The river in the distance is still flowing silently, flowing and flowing to an unknown distance. The sun sets, leaving only a curved afterglow.
How can I describe my current mood? Looking at his determined side face, I know that everything is a foregone conclusion. Just like when he told me he was leaving, I just saw his deep eyes and knew he was leaving, leaving the place where he had lived for twenty years. So, I don't have any retention, just help him pack. I secretly put the money in my luggage. It's not much, but it's all at home. I'm fine, but I keep it. I don't have to go out. In addition, the money I earn from washing clothes for Mr. Wang's family every month is enough for my expenses. You are different. You still have a long way to go without my care. You must be careful not to put your money where it should be spent.
The eggs in my luggage were made early today. I wrapped them in the innermost part, which is not easy to break. It's still warm. Is that under the little white in the cage? Do you remember? At first, I looked at Xiaobai thin and said that he had not grown up. You feed it yourself every day, and now it finally begins to lay eggs, but you have to leave. Let's go, there's nothing to let go of.
The new clothes below are just made for you, and the time is in a hurry. I was going to give it to you on your birthday, who knows. . ? You must remember to wear it on your birthday. Where are the sleeves of the clothes? I lengthened them for you. I know your hands are always cold when you are studying and writing. Those shoes are new, too. Don't be reluctant to wear it. I'll bring them to you when someone comes back. Go out, you want to see the world, don't be too shabby.
Stop dawdling, it's getting late, get on the horse! Remember to be safe when you have a chance. What are you talking about? I can't read Let's leave now. Have a nice trip.
The horse hissed away, and the sunset left a long shadow of blood in the river, much like tears leaving people.
In the waving hand, there is a pale paper with wet ink on it: "
Green mountains are located on the north side of the city wall, and the sparkling water surrounds the east of the city.
Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away.
Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic.
With a wave of his hand, he will be separated from now on, and his friend on horseback will carry him on a long journey, blowing a long wind, as if reluctant to leave. "
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8. Write the composition of the most beautiful ancient poems in the fourth grade. 400 words "children come back early from school and are busy taking the east wind to release paper." Hey, isn't the reading festival in Xue Jun primary school coming to an end? Why are there people reciting ancient poems there? Yes, although the reading festival is over, the students can't live without this good friend named "Ancient Poetry". They will read carefully as long as they have time. No, New Year's Day is coming, and our class is going to record the last finale-village residence!
When we first read this poem, it seemed or vaguely understood the meaning, so that we read it without emotion and sang it lifeless. It was not until we further understood this meaning that we realized how high the poetry level of Gao Ding, a writer in Qing Dynasty, was. In just a few lines, a beautiful picture is displayed before our eyes: In February, the grass grows and the willows sprout, and the children fly kites in the east wind!
Looking forward to the stars, looking forward to the moon, and finally looking forward to an exciting day-we are going to record "Village Residence"! When the camera was pointed at us, our hearts beat in our throats. When the beautiful accompaniment music started, we smiled and shook our heads with the beat. We cooperated tacitly, with almost no mistakes. As the saying goes, "One minute on stage, ten years off stage". Today's achievements are the result of the hard work of our soldiers, and also let the students appreciate the charm of ancient poetry.
9. The Shepherd Boy Lv Yan was rewritten into a 400-word composition (rewritten)
It's a sunny morning. Green land, warm sun, green willows and red flowers are spring scenery everywhere.
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep. On the eaves, a pair of birds are singing a beautiful Haruka, with a voice as clear as a silver bell.
In the room, Gao Ding, a poet who had just been immersed in a beautiful dream, was awakened by the singing of birds. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and found that it was already dawn. So Gao Ding immediately got dressed and got up. The moment he opened the door, he was completely intoxicated with the beautiful scenery of spring in front of him. He couldn't help but open his arms and close his eyes, breathing in the intoxicating breath of spring, as if he himself were in it. At this time, in the face of such a beautiful spring, Gao Ding immediately sprouted the idea of sketching.
After cleaning up, Gao Ding packed his bags and set off.
Along the way, birds sang with him and butterflies danced with him. The gentle wind blew on his face, and the fragrant flowers made him more interested. Come to a clearing not far from the river bank, Gao Ding stopped. "This is really a treasure house of painting!" While talking to himself excitedly, he happily took out his tools and devoted himself to painting the beautiful scenery in front of him.
Green grass flourishes in the sun; Crowds of orioles chase and play happily in the sky. The willows on the shore can't help swinging their soft branches and dancing with the rhythm of spring. At this time, a warm east wind blew, blowing laughter and a group of lively figures. It turns out that children learn early today, and everyone unanimously decided to fly kites in the east wind. "Fly a kite!" In the cheers of everyone, colorful kites flew into the blue sky. At the moment, children are like the spirits of spring, chasing and playing freely in the spring breeze. ...
Gao Ding looked at the beautiful scenery of harmonious coexistence between man and nature, and couldn't help but be poetic and wrote in the painting-
In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.
Shepherd boy (rewriting of ancient poems)
Look! At first glance, the ground seems to be covered with a piece of green grass! When the wind blows gently, the sound of "rustling sand" spreads everywhere.
Listen! The shepherd boy is playing the flute again, and the cheerful tone teases the evening breeze and whispers slowly in his ear.
In the morning, when the sun was half exposed, the shepherd boy took a flute and went up the mountain to herd cattle. He sat on the cow's back, playing the flute and humming a tune. Running happily on the grass, unrestrained, without any troubles. Until I was tired of playing, I lay on the grass and looked at the white clouds and birds in the sky, with a smile floating around my mouth.
After dinner, the sun has set and the bright moon has climbed up. Holding a flute in his hand, the shepherd boy came to the haystack with cheerful steps, lay down without taking off his hemp fiber, listened to the unknown bugs singing beautiful songs in the grass, looked up at the bright moon in the night sky, and came up with pictures in his mind.
Listen to that cheerful tune blowing again, how beautiful it is! Hey! Why did you stop? Oh ... It turns out that the shepherd boy closed his eyes and fell asleep. Yes! He is really tired, so let him have a good sleep listening to the lullaby of bugs!