In this beautiful March in Ruyan Liu, my old friend Meng Haoran will leave Yangzhou, a city with beautiful flowers and curtains. Li Bai, a good friend, invited Meng Haoran to the Yellow Crane Tower near the Yangtze River to see him off.
It was only six o'clock, and there was a reddish glow in the sky. Li Bai took out a bottle of wine from a small wooden box. He said, "Brother Meng is leaving the Yellow River Collection, so I will give you this vintage wine.
When you go to Yangzhou in this beautiful season, I envy you very much, but I am reluctant to give up. You will go to the East, I don't know when you will come back ... "Meng Haoran interrupted Li Bai:" Brother Li doesn't have to give up, but my younger brother just goes to Yangzhou, which is not far from here. Li Ge missed me, so he came to Yangzhou to get together with me, and we'll get drunk again ... ""Meng Haoran, the boatman shouted below. "Brother Li, goodbye!" Meng Haoran clenched Li Bai's hand.
"See you later, take care!" Li Baidao. Meng Haoran hurried downstairs and boarded the ship.
Meng Haoran's ship set sail, and Li Bai stood on the Yellow Crane Tower and reluctantly waved to his old friend. He watched the boat sail, took his old friends farther and farther, and finally disappeared at the end of the blue sky.
At this time, only the surging waves rushed to the end of the blue sky, as if catching up with old friends. Li Bai stood there staring into the distance and thinking for a long time.
All this lingered in Li Bai's mind, so he picked up a pen and wrote a farewell to Meng Haoran on his way to Yangzhou: an old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. In late spring and March, the Yangtze River is misty and full of flowers. Bai bid farewell to the great poet Meng Haoran on the Yellow Crane Tower.
The Yellow Crane Tower flies from the eaves and walks on the wall, overlooking the Yangtze River. Li Bai and Meng Haoran look up at the blue sky and white clouds for a while, and overlook the scenery on the river for a while, both deliberately not touching the feelings of parting hidden in their hearts.
Finally, Li Bai raised his glass and said, "Master Meng, your personality is admirable, and your poems are famous all over the world. I have always regarded you as my brother and teacher since I met you.
Today, you will go downstream to Yangzhou. I don't know when we will meet again. Please fill this cup! Meng Haoran picked up his glass and gulped it down, then said, "Wang Bo said it well,' However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven will still be our neighbor." Although we are temporarily separated, our friendship will always be like the waves of the Yangtze River. "
The willow on the shore is Yiyi, and the seagulls on the river are a little. A friend got on the boat.
The white sail faded away with the kawakaze and disappeared at the end of the blue sky. Li Bai is still standing by the river, staring at the distance, only seeing a spring flowing to the horizon ... Li Bai couldn't help but be excited and immediately sang a well-known poem-"Yellow Crane Tower Farewell Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou": An old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, 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. Fireworks In March, Brother Meng 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 boat has arrived, and Meng Xiong just wanted to get on the boat. I caught Meng Xiong. Suddenly, Li Bai and Meng Haoran are 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.
2. Have you rewritten the ancient poems about scenery into the original composition?
Author: Bai Juyi
Spring outing in Qiantang Lake
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake.
Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
Adaptation of Qiantang River Spring Tour
Spring really came, the sun shone on me warmly, and I stretched myself. It's time to go out for activities.
The fog outside hangs over the earth, houses and people who come to the West Lake for morning exercise. Climbing the lonely mountain, a cool breeze blows gently, sweeping away the fatigue of winter and bringing the vigor of spring. These trees shade each other. "If you want to compare the West Lake to the West Lake, it is always appropriate to put on heavy and light." Looking around, the West Lake is so vast and empty. The water waves ripple like a mirage, visible in the morning, sometimes hidden and sometimes present. Sitting in a lonely mountain temple to have a rest and drinking good Longjing tea, I feel refreshed.
Soon the sun gently lifted the fog with its silky light, and the fog seemed reluctant to leave the West Lake, lingering and gently drifting away in exquisiteness and grace. In the distance, several early warblers twittered around, stopped in the tree and flew again, as if fighting for territory. The birds that won the good site stopped in the trees and sang happily, and the songs spread melodiously throughout the valleys and lakes. Swallows also flew from the south, with mud in their mouths, and built their own houses under the eaves.
I walked gently by the lake for fear of disturbing the newly awakened bugs on the shore. Grass broke through the ground and flowers were in full bloom. Bees are busy collecting honey and pollinating, flying around among flowers, leaving a busy figure. Butterflies on the side seem relaxed, dancing in pairs, playing in the flowers, playing hide-and-seek, resting on the petals when they are tired, and then flapping their wings into another flower. The flowers are so bright that my eyes are fascinated. Close your eyes and take a deep breath. The fragrance of flowers is pleasant and refreshing. The first time the grass color appeared nearby, it reminded me of the poem "The grass color is far away but not near".
My favorite is Bai Causeway in the east of the lake, where trees are shaded and willows are lingering. Rows of green weeping willows in Bai Causeway, with branches and leaves stretching and fluttering in the wind; The green grass in the patches of green land is also lying quietly. What an elegant and quiet scenery.
"Spring scenery on the lake is picturesque, and the peaks spread around the stage. Pine rows cover thousands of green hills, and there are pearls in the heart of the moon. " As described in this poem, the West Lake is like a poem, a painting and a song. Oh, West Lake, you are a poem that fascinates me, a painting that fascinates me, and a song that I will never forget.
3. Have you rewritten the ancient poems describing the scenery into compositions by Bai Juyi, Qiantang Lake, Spring outing, Gushan Temple, northwest of Jiating, with low water level and low feet?
Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests. Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar. Spring has really come, the sun shines on me warmly, I stretched myself, and it's time to go out for activities.
The fog outside hangs over the earth, houses and people who come to the West Lake for morning exercise. Climbing the lonely mountain, a cool breeze blows gently, sweeping away the fatigue of winter and bringing the vigor of spring.
These trees shade each other. "If you want to compare the West Lake to the West Lake, it is always appropriate to put on heavy and light."
Looking around, the West Lake is so vast and empty. The water waves ripple like a mirage, visible in the morning, sometimes hidden and sometimes present.
Sitting in a lonely mountain temple to have a rest and drinking good Longjing tea, I feel refreshed. Soon the sun gently lifted the fog with its silky light, and the fog seemed reluctant to leave the West Lake, lingering and gently drifting away in exquisiteness and grace.
In the distance, several early warblers twittered around, stopped in the tree and flew again, as if fighting for territory. The birds that won the good site stopped in the trees and sang happily, and the songs spread melodiously throughout the valleys and lakes. Swallows also flew from the south, with mud in their mouths, and built their own houses under the eaves.
I walked gently by the lake for fear of disturbing the newly awakened bugs on the shore. Grass broke through the ground and flowers were in full bloom.
Bees are busy collecting honey and pollinating, flying around among flowers, leaving a busy figure. Butterflies on the side seem relaxed, dancing in pairs, playing in the flowers, playing hide-and-seek, resting on the petals when they are tired, and then flapping their wings into another flower.
The flowers are so bright that my eyes are fascinated. Close your eyes and take a deep breath. The fragrance of flowers is pleasant and refreshing. The first time the grass color appeared nearby, it reminded me of the poem "The grass color is far away but not near".
My favorite is Bai Causeway in the east of the lake, where trees are shaded and willows are lingering. Rows of green weeping willows in Bai Causeway, with branches and leaves stretching and fluttering in the wind; The green grass in the patches of green land is also lying quietly.
What an elegant and quiet scenery. "Spring scenery on the lake is picturesque, and the peaks spread around the stage.
There are thousands of green hills on the pine row and a pearl in the heart of the moon. "As described in this poem, the West Lake is like a poem, a painting and a song.
Oh, West Lake, you are a poem that fascinates me, a painting that fascinates me, and a song that I will never forget.
4. Who can help me change an ancient poem about scenery into a small composition and write a small composition around the ancient poem "Looking at Jiangnan"?
As usual, after washing and dressing early, she came to Jianglou alone.
Stay away from the husband who doesn't know when to return.
Standing alone on the balcony looking at the river, the sun has just risen and its light
Miscanthus lightly sprinkled on the river. Under its touch, the water shines like golden light at night.
Stars twinkling in the sky. With the morning sunshine, a new hope rose from her heart.
Stand up.
The boat passed gently on the river, and the sun shone on the passengers on board. They were a little relieved to go home.
Smiling face, so sweet, so true! The breeze gently brushed her face,
Blow off a tear that misses you. The wind caressed the golden river, which flowed gently.
Move it. The small sail passed slowly, listening to the joy of the guests on board going home.
Streams of sunlight are scattered on the river, and ships are sailing in the sunset.
Let's go The sun is setting slowly, the horizon is red, and the golden river is shining gradually.
Dyed orange. Another day of dusk, another day of hard waiting, when?
Wait until you get back? Only wait quietly.
Still that small sail, still that long flowing water, still looking forward to the day when you come back.
She came, but her youth is gone.
5. Choose an ancient poem about scenery and rewrite it into a landscape prose. On the desolate ancient road, the west wind blows hard and leaves fly. On the roadside, on the old tree wrapped with dead vines, birds have returned to their nests and crowed from time to time; Not far away, people are preparing dinner and cooking cigarettes in a sparse bungalow next to a small bridge and flowing water. At this time, a man was walking slowly on the ancient road alone with a thin horse. It seems that this is a stranger. Where will he live? After such preparation, the author vividly revealed the theme of the work: a stranger glanced at the sunset that was about to sink in the west and could not help but sigh: "heartbroken people are at the end of the world."
At dusk, a crow was on an old tree with dead vines, and returned to its nest at dusk. The flying sand rolled over the town. A figure appeared at the end of the ancient road in the town, leading a hungry and tired thin horse. No, you shouldn't say that. It should be said that the thin horse led him. He was forced by his family to wander outside. His eyes have long lost the light of the past, replaced by confusion and hesitation. The river is sparkling in the sunset, and the cabins of several families are small but particularly warm. Then he thought of that home, that big house; Thought of food, a table of delicious food; I will still think of my mother ... when I think of my mother, his long-lost tears cross my face.
He didn't want to think, and he didn't dare to think.
He was tired and fell on this end of the bridge; He is sleepy. He wants to sleep for a while, just for a while. He closed his eyes and fell asleep, so calm and serene, with a smile on his lips.
6. I'll give you a lot of ancient poems to write about the scenery, and you will be satisfied: in April, my hometown always went out to farm early, and the next morning, many farmers went to the fields with hoes to remove weeds and turn over the land to make the crops more fertile.
He didn't get home until dawn, and he was still sweating profusely. After dinner, he and his wife rub hemp together. Their children are also very filial, and each has his own skills. They pay for the family early and become good members of this family. Even if they don't know how to plow and rub hemp, they will learn to farm and rub hemp and grow melons in some shady places. Ah, how filial the children on the farm are, how fulfilling their lives are, and they will live by their own labor. It's really the idyllic feeling of the four seasons, and each has its own interests! Open the chapter of "Liu Yong" and congratulate him. In March, spring is intoxicating.
One day, the poet He stayed at home for illness. He was puzzled and talked to Li Bai. As a result, He Zhangzhi was particularly happy because he wanted to get together with his friends. Along the way, he hummed a tune and enjoyed the roadside scenery, green grass, green leaves and bright flowers. This is really refreshing. On the way, He's eyes suddenly lit up and he couldn't help crying, "What a beautiful Liulin!" " So he slowed down and enjoyed it slowly.
I saw the ripples on the clear lake. The clever swallow flew to the lake, rushed to the other side and jumped into the air. It was very happy. In the lake, Yuanyang is chasing and playing. On the shore, willow makeup is like jasper, and the green is bright and intoxicating. Sharp willows are like elves just cut out with scissors, and their branches hang down gently like ribbons.
The breeze blew, and the hair-like branches were blown by the wind. He reveled in it.
Suddenly, I had a brainwave, and the quip became a poem: "Jasper is dressed as a tree, and thousands of strands of green silk tapestries hang down." I wonder who cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. "
After singing, he stopped again and quickly wrote down this spring swan song in his notebook. After reading the book, he recited it repeatedly and thought it was quite good. When he was still unfinished, he suddenly remembered an appointment with Li Bai and thought, why don't I have a drink with Li Bai's brother? He reluctantly left the beautiful scenery.
Today is August 15. It used to be a time for family to get together, eat, drink and have fun, but I was wandering in a foreign land. Alas! I feel so lonely and helpless for the first time! I couldn't help drinking some wine, throwing myself on the bed, patting my chubby belly and thinking a lot.
I took a dim look at the ground, huh? Why is there frost on the ground? I seem to meet a little comfort in the dark. I just want to touch it, but then I think: Why is there frost in autumn? Even if there is, it won't be in the house! My wine suddenly woke up and I looked at it carefully. Oh, it was soft moonlight, as light as gauze and rippling like clear water ... I looked up at the golden moon. Ah, so big, so pure moon is embedded in the night, so beautifully set off, and a little black cloud floats by, alas, a little lonely and a little desolate.
I looked down and couldn't help thinking of my hometown. Tears rolled down my eyes. Alas, I am still poor as a junior official in a completely strange city. God, how is my family now? How is your hometown now? There is no news of my hometown at all. How lonely I am! "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" begins with the original poem-Du Fu: "Good rain knows the season, and spring happens. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. "
It began to rain again today. It seems that Hao Yu is really sensible and knows that it is time to rain. In this season of recovery, it silently assists the growth of all things on earth.
Rain, with the breeze gently falling on the earth, thin rain quietly moistens those little creatures eager for nectar. I put on my clothes and went out to enjoy the rainy scene at night.
Walking in the field path, because of the rain, everything around is gray and I can't see clearly. In the light rain in Mao Mao, I can only see the bright green flowing colors of the newborn grassland. In the distance, a solitary lamp on a small fishing boat drifting on the river looks so bright in the dark! At dawn, I immediately went out to see the beautiful picture scroll left by the rain.
Ah, glittering and translucent rain beads remain on the bright red petals, which seems to aggravate the color of the petals. The fiery red flowers make Jinguan City look like clusters of flowers, which shows the charm of Jinguan City. How beautiful! "Dengguazhou" expands the original poem "Guazhou in Jingkou is separated by several mountains.
The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home? "In the morning, I should set off. Although there is still mist in the air, I still can't bear to go, but I still have to go as a last resort.
I looked sadly at the rolling river under my feet. Alas, this river also has its destination and goal. What about me? What about me? I looked at Jingkou on the south bank. It is so close to Guazhou where I live, just across the Yangtze River, but I can't get there. Alas! A burst of children's laughter interrupted my train of thought. I turned around and saw some children pulling kite strings. Alas, I often play this game under the big willow tree in my hometown! I can't help looking south again. My hometown, Zhongshan, is only separated by several mountains. In a distant place, the clouds are hovering. I looked back and sighed again. The spring breeze blows and blows, greening the river banks, reviving everything, and birds chirping and chirping. When will my spring come? When can I return to officialdom? I long for the warmth of home! When can the bright moonlight shine on me and return to my hometown? "Hiking" expanded my trip in an afternoon in late autumn, and came to the front of the mountain with gloomy trees, deeply fascinated by the scenery in front of me; A stone road winds up, as if there is a white line in the yellow-green vegetation, and the top of this white line is a white cloud on the top of the mountain, and some houses are faintly visible under the white cloud.
At sunset, every leaf in Frost Maple Forest is like a burning flame, redder than the spring flowers in February. I stopped the car and was deeply moved by the spectacular natural life. I can't help exclaiming: Frost leaves are redder than February flowers! I must write a poem at once.
From a distance, the mountain is deep and high, on this high mountain in late autumn.
7. Rewrite the birdsong stream into a short essay about the scenery in 500 words. One Spring Festival evening, my friend invited me to visit his home, and I walked leisurely along a quiet path of my friend's home. My friend's home is far away from me, so I have to pass a hill. On the silent mountain, I saw a lot-I walked on the mountain, feeling very quiet, very quiet. A touch of spring breeze caressed, and several fragrant osmanthus flowers floated gently on the ground with the breeze. Pick them up and put them on the tip of your nose. That kind of fragrance is refreshing and fragrant! Slowly, the moon came out. She is hazy, like a shy girl. The moon shines gently, so gentle, as delicate and lovely as a little princess. To your surprise, such a gentle little moon sister woke up a few resting birds! When the bird wakes up, it rubs its eyes and becomes lively. Some warmly greet the moon, some tell stories to the moon with relish, and some quietly appreciate the moving beauty of the moon sister. Look, how happy they are! After a long time, the birds were tired and fell asleep by the branches one by one. However, suddenly a bird was thirsty and flew to a small river, chirping in the spring mountain stream, occasionally chirping ... what a charming scenery, what an unforgettable scenery. So I couldn't help but pick up a pen and record what I saw and heard bit by bit, and compiled an ancient poem.
8. Who can help me change an ancient poem about scenery into a short composition? Write a short composition around Wang Jiangnan's ancient poems.
As usual, after washing and dressing early, she came to Jianglou alone.
Stay away from the husband who doesn't know when to return.
Standing alone on the balcony looking at the river, the sun has just risen and its light
Miscanthus lightly sprinkled on the river. Under its touch, the water shines like golden light at night.
Stars twinkling in the sky. With the morning sunshine, a new hope rose from her heart.
Stand up.
The boat passed gently on the river, and the sun shone on the passengers on board. They were a little relieved to go home.
Smiling face, so sweet, so true! The breeze gently brushed her face,
Blow off a tear that misses you. The wind caressed the golden river, which flowed gently.
Move it. The small sail passed slowly, listening to the joy of the guests on board going home.
Streams of sunlight are scattered on the river, and ships are sailing in the sunset.
Let's go The sun is setting slowly, the horizon is red, and the golden river is shining gradually.
Dyed orange. Another day of dusk, another day of hard waiting, when?
Wait until you get back? Only wait quietly. .
Still that small sail, still that long flowing water, still looking forward to the day when you come back.
She came, but her youth is gone. .