On a bright spring morning, they flapped their wings in the spring breeze. I knocked on Chai Men.
You see, after waiting for a long time, no one came to open the door for me, pink and black, under the breeze. I don't know, white, with a smile ... this is really an ocean of flowers, maybe my friends are not at home! The hanging basket nodded frequently in the breeze.
Ah, dancing, white is so white and flawless. The path leading to Chai Men in front of the house is covered with moss. He really cherishes these mosses. Is it that the host is afraid that the tourists' clogs will step on the moss on the road, against the backdrop of green leaves? Clusters of lilacs are more beautiful than the morning glow.
Peony flowers of various colors are swaying in the breeze, and apricot flowers are like butterflies, as if they are talking with their mouths open. It's really disappointing, and it looks more glamorous. I don't want people to walk into the garden. Roses and neon are crowded with each other, and blue and Yun Ni are more colorful. You don't open the door when you hear me knocking? Oh, how nice it is to touch them. I already feel very satisfied, Huang! The garden is already colorful, and an apricot sticks out from the wall, purple and green. "I am glad you came, they are surrounded by each other, and pink apricot flowers are covered with branches."
I can only look at the garden and sigh! I can't go to the garden to enjoy the flowers. If I go in to smell the flowers and fight for them, apricots will come out of the wall one after another, which makes people really want to touch them! "Spring scenery can't be closed!" Alas, purple looks so luxurious, much like the cradle of flowers. Unfortunately, I can't enter the garden, and my eyes shine. Suddenly; (o)/ I went to my friend's house to see how his flowers were.
2. Rewrite the garden into an essay of about 400 words. One morning, the air outside the window was particularly fresh.
Birds are twittering about in the branches. Ye Shaoweng went to the window and looked at the spring scenery everywhere. Suddenly, he remembered something.
Ah, I haven't seen my good friend Ma Weng all winter. Is he all right now? In winter, the snow closes the mountain, making it inconvenient to move; Now the weather is getting warmer and warmer, and the garden is full of spring scenery.
Why don't I go and see him? Old brothers drink, chat, write poems and enjoy all his love.
Thinking of this, he quickly changed his clothes, took the wine gourd and was about to go out. In order to prevent the snow and ice from melting and the road from being muddy, he specially paved a "mud brick" with thorns at the bottom made of wood by his son.
Walking out of the house, the fresh air and spring outside made him relaxed and happy. Maybe he is in a good mood, or he wants to see his old friend as soon as possible. He felt that his feet were particularly brisk, and dozens of miles of mountain roads were left behind in the blink of an eye.
I saw it! I saw it! Ma Weng's familiar house, high courtyard wall and small Chai Men have clearly appeared in front of his eyes. He seemed to see the familiar faces of his old friends and smell the food and wine on the table.
He quickly flew to the door of Ma Weng's house, adjusted his clothes and tapped Chai Men of Ma Weng's house. Strangely, after a long time, no one answered the door.
He shouted several times, but no one answered. He walked quietly outside the door with his hands behind his back, thinking, what a cheapskate old man. Are you deaf, or are you afraid that my clogs will trample on the moss and flowers in your garden and deliberately hide at home without opening the door? You know, I drove dozens of miles to see you and brought you a pot of good wine! You can't let me go home disappointed on a whim! Thinking about it, he reached out and knocked at the door.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he saw a big bronze lock hanging above Chai Men. Ah, the master is not at home.
Alas, I was wrong about my old friend! Seeing that it was getting late and his old friend hadn't come back, Ye Shaoweng turned around outside Ma Weng's wall. He thought that the flowers in Ma Weng's yard must be in bloom, including winter jasmine, chrysanthemum, peach blossom, apricot blossom and rose ... He thought about it and wanted to jump over the courtyard wall and enjoy the scenery inside.
Unfortunately, he could see nothing from the high courtyard wall and the closed Chai Men. Ye Shaoweng was disappointed that he could not enter the yard.
He was about to leave when suddenly, at the corner of the fence, he saw a white apricot flower sticking out of the fence. He stood outside the wall, carefully admiring the flowers fragrant with the wind: red petals, white heart, as if smiling at him.
He lay on his back and looked motionless for hours, as if fascinated. A poet is a poet after all.
An apricot that has gone out of the wall has aroused his infinite association. He seemed to see the spring scenery in the garden, so he had the wonderful idea of "not being locked in a cage" Ye Shaoweng, staring at the red apricots hanging outside the wall, murmured, "You should pity those tusks with moss on them. Chai Fei won't open for a long time, and the Spring Garden can't be closed. A red apricot hangs outside the wall. "
At this time, in the poet's eyes, a fragrant red apricot has evolved into a vibrant spring scene. He didn't go into the garden, but he was better than going into the garden. Colorful love is full of infinite charm in the poet's imagination.
The poet recited aloud the memory of his friend. At this time, Ma Weng came back from the outside.
As soon as he saw Ye Shaoweng, he bowed down and said, "The old friend has arrived, and Chai Men is closed, so I'm far from being rude. I beg your forgiveness. " Ye Shaoweng quickly said, "Ma Weng is free of gifts! I didn't say hello when I came. I don't know, it's not a crime! " ..... Two old friends exchanged a few pleasantries and went into the room.
At this time, Ye Shaoweng presented a vibrant and colorful scene: beautiful winter jasmine, bright peach blossoms, white apricot flowers, graceful weeping willows, clear small ponds, lively small fish, green grass and flowers everywhere, which seemed to make people enter the fairyland of dreams. Looking at all this love, two old friends were in high spirits, enjoying the beautiful scenery and drinking poems.
With great enthusiasm, Ye Shaoweng wrote his first seven-character quatrain "The Garden is Worthless", which has been passed down through the ages. The story of Ye Shaoweng's garden visit has been passed down to this day.
It is enlightening us: see the micro-knowledge; Rather critical; You know spring when you see a flower; New and beautiful things can never be stopped. One morning, Ye Shaoweng, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, was awakened by a clear birdsong.
He immediately got up and got out of bed to enjoy the beautiful spring scenery. Ah, what a beautiful spring scene.
Birds are singing and flowers are blooming everywhere. Look, the blue sky and white clouds are like colorful white flowers, and they are like several white sailboats drifting on the blue sea.
Looking at the beautiful spring scenery, Ye Shaoweng couldn't help thinking of his old friend's garden and wanted to see it. While enjoying the beautiful scenery, Ye Shaoweng walked briskly to his friend's house.
He came to his friend's door and knocked on Chai Men. No one has opened it for a long time. Suddenly, he found himself stepping on moss. He thought about it. Probably the host didn't open the door for fear that the guests would step on his moss. Why else didn't you open the door? Just when Ye Shaoweng wanted to get discouraged and leave, he accidentally found a friend's red apricot coming out of the wall, emitting an attractive fragrance, he thought. Although I didn't go in, I already felt the scene of flowers blooming in the garden. Old friend, old friend, although you can close this door, you can't close the spring scenery in the garden! He sang a poem as he walked happily.
When he got home, he wrote this poem "It's not worth going to the park": You should pity your fangs and seal the moss, but Chai Fei won't leave for a long time. You can't close the garden in spring, but an apricot is out of the wall for reference:
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It's not worth visiting the garden. One day, it was sunny outside and the sky was clear in Wan Li.
I have nothing to do, so I want to visit Solanum nigrum. Solanum nigrum's humble abode is at the top of the mountain, where there are really beautiful mountains and rivers, birds and flowers.
Solanum nigrum grows flowers. No wonder she chose this beautiful place. On the way to the Black Nightshade Dwelling House, I vaguely heard: "Down here, down here ..." So I followed the sound.
When I got there, I saw someone playing chess, and the thought tickled my heart. I sat down and played a game of chess with everyone.
It's noon after playing chess, but it's not the time we agreed. I took a shortcut to Solanum nigrum's humble abode. Wow, it's beautiful! The grass is covered with moss. I walked forward with a happy mood, knocking on the Chai Men of Solanum nigrum. I waited for a long time, but Solanum nigrum didn't come to drive Chai Men. I want to turn away angrily, thinking: Solanum nigrum, you called me, and now you are gone.
When I turned around, I saw a pink apricot blossom sticking out of the wall. I feel that spring is coming, so beautiful, and my mood suddenly becomes happy.
I didn't come for nothing this time. Although I didn't find Solanum nigrum, I found spring.
I have a friend who lives in seclusion in the mountains. I haven't seen him for years. One day, I suddenly saw a letter for me in front of the door. I was ecstatic and opened the envelope. I saw a piece of paper with lace fall out. I picked it up and saw that it was a letter from a friend in the mountains!
My friend wrote and told me his address. I'm so excited. I want to meet my old friend. I tossed and turned in bed and couldn't sleep. I finally got through the long night. The next day, I dressed up and everything was ready, except the east wind, before leaving home. I was a little tired after walking all the way, so I stopped and left. Finally, I walked to my friend's door and saw the charming scenery here. Really worthy of the foresight of friends. I walked over carefully for fear of stepping on the green grass. I knocked politely with the back of my hand, and it wouldn't open or not. I couldn't yell at him, so I waited for a while.
For a long time, the door did not move. I looked around. This mountain is beautiful enough. Why are people living here so dishonest? I craned my neck angrily and looked at my friend's yard. It was beautiful enough. I think maybe my friend doesn't want to enjoy his yard with me! I was tired, sitting on a big stone, thinking: He is really not a friend, afraid that I will appreciate his yard!
I looked around and smiled proudly. (Don't think I'm crazy) Because the branches of a big apricot tree are exposed in his yard, I appreciate that friend's apricot tree very much. Seeing the sunset, I want to go down the mountain, and so on. I can't go home empty-handed Meaningless. As soon as I broke the exposed branches of my friend's apricot tree, I was satisfied. I don't think that friend will mind! When he left, he left a poem in front of his house: it's not worth visiting the park, feel sorry for your teeth, and you can't leave Chai Fei for a long time. But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall.
If my friend saw my poem, he would know that I had been here, but he didn't open the door for me. If he doesn't let me enjoy his yard, he will regret it! I came home with a full load.
Write a composition about what kind of scenery is not worth visiting in the park. Colorful spring is coming, and the poet Ye Shaoweng suddenly wants to visit his friend's house and see all his love. Ye Shaoweng walked for a long time before he got to his friend's house.
When I arrived at my friend's house, I saw the moss on the land in front of my door at a glance. They gather together in chunks, hugging each other like a group of brothers who have never charged again, and they are full of vitality. Ye Shaoweng likes this vibrant moss very much and thinks it should be cherished, so he walks carefully for fear that the soles of his shoes will trample on this little life. Look at my friend's door. It's all made of firewood. I knocked gently and slowly with my hand, but no one answered the door for a long time.
Ye Shaoweng seems a little impatient. It turns out that my friend's house is empty. Maybe he is out on business. But although the door is closed, the spring scenery in the garden cannot be closed. Look, an apricot pokes its head playfully. I don't know if the spring inside is too strong to breathe, or do you want to see the outside world?
It is not difficult to imagine how beautiful it is: several willows stand in a row like soldiers, and another girl gently touches her green hair with river water like washing her hair. In the crystal clear river, several small fish tease it around the wicker and treat it as a plaything! By the river, the winter jasmine blooms with smiles to welcome the spring, and the Chinese rose flowers open their mouths and compete for beauty: the peach blossoms stand on the branches and are graceful; Pear blossoms are ordinary and elegant, and open silently. The scenery is really spring, beautiful!
Ye Shaoweng thought: Although I didn't see all the love with my own eyes, it's not a waste to do it again. So, when he left, he left this poem:
This park is not worth visiting.
Pity should be given to the moss on the fangs,
Small mouth firewood flies for a long time.
You can't close the garden in spring,
An almond came out of the wall.
6. Is it worthwhile to write a landscape composition instead of going to the park?
Dynasty: Ye Shaoweng in Southern Song Dynasty.
Perhaps my master was worried that my wooden shoes trampled his precious moss and tapped Chai Men lightly, but no one opened it for a long time.
But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall.
Precautions:
1. It's not worthwhile to visit the park: I haven't seen the host. In ancient times, the garden was private, which was different from later parks.
2. Small buckle: pat lightly.
3. Chai Fei: Chai Men.
4. fangs: the serrations at the bottom of the clogs.
Modern translation
The owner of the garden should be afraid that the clogs will trample the moss. Why did the guest beat Chai Men for a long time? How to collect the beautiful spring scenery in the garden? A red apricot flower has already leaned out of the wall.
Appreciation: This little poem is very lively and interesting in terms of what the poet saw and felt when he visited the garden in spring. This poem is a blend of scenes and scenes, which has been passed down through the ages. The poet went to a friend's house to enjoy flowers, and the mossy road was covered with traces of the poet's clogs. He knocked on Chai Men for a long time, but no one came to open it. The poet imagined the spring scenery of the garden from an apricot flower exposed on the wall, saying that although the door of the garden was closed tightly, the spring scenery could not be closed!
7. It's not worth imagining what happened that day. The composition is beautiful in spring, with a hundred flowers blooming, and the blue sky in Wan Li and Wan Li are cloudless. On this day, Ye Shaoweng, a great poet, lived alone in his study, holding his arms on his chest and pacing up and down. Sometimes his eyes are closed, sometimes his brows are locked, and he feels that there is no poem to write, which is very boring. He put on his blue robe and clogs and strolled to his friend's door. He boarded the plane. For a long time, I suddenly found a lock the size of a palm hanging on the door. He smiled thoughtfully, shook his head and walked down the stairs. After a few steps, I suddenly saw a blooming apricot blossom sticking out of the wall above me, and two magpies were laughing at him. He couldn't help but stop and look at Apricot Branch, a charming child in spring. Looking at it, he couldn't help saying to himself, "I can't help thinking." Presumably, the spring scenery in the garden is more intense. My old friend seems to cherish the moss in the middle of the garden, fearing that my wooden shoes would leave footprints on it, so he refused to let me go out of the garden. "He smoothed his beard with one hand and put it behind his back with the other hand, carefully enjoying the apricot flowers. 2. thing two. On this day, Ye Shaoweng, a great poet, lived alone in his study, holding his arms on his chest and pacing up and down. Sometimes his eyes are closed, sometimes his eyebrows are locked, so he feels bored. He put on his blue robe and clogs and strolled to the door of his friend's house.
He climbed the steps and pushed the door, but it didn't open. So he reached out and knocked at the door. For a long time, he suddenly found a palm-sized lock hanging on the door. He smiled thoughtfully, shook his head and left the next step. After a few steps, he suddenly saw a blooming apricot blossom sticking out of the wall above his head, and two magpies were branching. Looking at the apricot branch, this beautiful flower in spring, I can't help thinking: "This red apricot branch is as red as fire, so beautiful." I think the spring scenery in the garden is more intense. It seems that my old friends cherish the moss in the garden and are afraid that my wooden shoes will leave their feet on it. "
Seal, shut me out of the garden. "He smoothed his beard with one hand and put it behind his back with the other hand, carefully enjoying the apricot flowers.
2. Thing 2
Listen, it's Miss Chun's footsteps, getting louder and closer, and it will come soon.
In spring, everything recovers, the willow branches are dyed green, swaying freely in the spring breeze, stretching their waist like a married bride, and hanging a string of pearls on their heads, floating in the wind. Forsythia flower raised its golden trumpet and played a beautiful Haruka with the sound of river flowing. The grass drilled its humble head and dyed the earth green. Peach trees stick out countless branches, and pink peach blossoms set each other off. The whole branch is crowded, for fear that I can't see its gorgeous posture. The peach tree is covered with countless flowers, yellow, red, white and purple ... just like an old man giving a child a problem. Look, the helpless man bowed his head, as if he had racked his brains and didn't come up with it. This one didn't move, holding his head with his hand, as if he were concentrating. Suddenly there was a smile on my lips, and I probably knew the answer to the question.