One morning in the fourteenth year of Tang Tianbao, warm sunshine filled Wang's small building. Li Bai, a great poet, was awakened by the birds singing in front of the window. He put on his gauze hat and red shirt, went downstairs and walked to Taohuatan. The scenic Taohuatan is embedded in the peaks, and the water quality is clear and flat as a mirror. Peach trees grow along the way from Taohuatan to Yuping Mountain in the upper reaches. In the middle of March, peach blossoms are in full bloom and colorful, reflecting the water as red as fire. Under the sunlight of the morning sun, the water splashed each other, like a rosy cloud, like a colorful dance ... When Li Bai saw all this, he couldn't help but feel relaxed and deeply intoxicated by the unique and beautiful scenery of Shan Ye. ...
After breakfast, Wang Lun, the host, specially brought a century-old Peach Blossom Lake wine to Li Bai.
Li Bai took a sip and turned red at once. He stroked his beard and praised again and again: "Good wine, good wine!"
"Looking at the pool view, bathing water and drinking pool wine, this Peach Blossom Lake is three pleasures!" Wang Lun laughed.
"Mr. Gao You? There are miles of peach blossoms here. How about your drink, sir? There are ten thousand restaurants here. Brother, thanks to your imagination, write this letter to me and trick me into coming over. "
"Otherwise, can Ann invite your great poet?"
"Shili Peach Blossom is a peach blossom ferry ten miles away from the village; Wanjia Hotel is actually a hotel run by a family named Wan. Dude, you ... "
"Do you regret it?" Wang Lun raised his face and blinked cunningly.
Li Bai took the glass and gulped it down. "Water is good, wine is good, people are better, you are happy to come, and you are happy to come, haha ..."
After dinner, Li Bai began to surf the Internet. I found an email on the Internet:
Dude:
Huangshan Mountain will be there tomorrow! tofu
"Tofu ... beans ... rot ... Du Fu!" Li Bai read it silently several times. I can't help laughing. Brother Zimei, who has always been known for his rigor, also played a joke today. Don't tell me, only Du Fu can come up with this rhyming phrase!
Li Bai packed his luggage and hurried downstairs. He couldn't bear to say goodbye to Wang Lun face to face and wanted to leave without saying goodbye.
When I arrived at Taohuatan Ferry, it began to rain, and the pool was covered with a little broken microwave oven. The trees on the shore swayed with the wind, as if they were holding out their long arms to retain Li Bai. Standing at the bow of the boat, Li Bai looked around and a faint sadness came to his mind. Will Wang Lun? ...
Suddenly, there was a faint song on the road. Li Bai listened attentively, as if several people were singing in chorus, which was very powerful. The song is high and widowed, completely suppressing the sky, and the song is low and widowed, lingering. "This song should only be in the sky. How many times can the world hear it? " Li Bai sighed. He stood on tiptoe and looked ashore. Approached, isn't that the original Wang Lun? Wearing hoes and linen clothes, followed by a large group of villagers. While singing, they closed the rhythm with their feet and hurried to the ferry. ...
As soon as Li Bai's eyes were hot, he lost his voice and shouted, "Brother Wang Lun ..." He could no longer speak.
The crowd came to the shore and stopped, but their feet were still on the ground and their hands were still beating. ...
"Li Ge, I led the whole village to send them." After a long time, the singing stopped abruptly. Wang Lun faced Li Bai, clenched his fists and held his head high.
Li Bai wiped her tears with her hand. It took him a long time to say, "Brother Wang Lun, would you like to go to Huangshan with me?"
Wang Lun didn't answer. Suddenly, he opened his mouth and sang in a clear voice: "Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road ..." At this time, all the villagers sang down-to-earth with Wang Lun's music.
Li Bai could no longer restrain his feelings and burst into tears. He adjusted his cloak, turned his head to one side and waved to the boatman. The ship slowly left. ...
"The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is over the mountain ..." The song continued. Li Bai looked at the folks on the shore and the deep peach blossom pool, as if thinking about something. ...
Wang Lun returned home, turned on the computer, and found an email "for Wang Lun" from Li Baifa:
Li Bai was just about to leave when he heard a farewell song from the shore. Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.
Wang Lun said to himself after reading it: "Brother Li is really a literary genius and a hero in poetry! How can I compare with him? "
2. Composition adapted from ancient poetry (300 words at most and 200 words at least). I changed "Qingpingle Village Residence" into a composition, hoping to help. * * * A clear stream gurgles around the small village all year round. On both sides of the stream, there are green grass and lotus leaves. Lotus leaves are squeezed like big green disks. A breeze blew gently. It turned out to be a big cypress tree in front of the stream! Next to the cypress tree is a small hut. The roof is covered with vines and there are many big pumpkins in it. There is a lush pine forest behind the house. Have a look, there are also a large area of seedlings! In the room, white-haired grandparents are whispering with wine. Grandpa smiled and said to grandma, "You are getting younger and more beautiful!" " Hearing this, the old woman threw away her coke and said, "Don't talk about it." Did you do something wrong today and come back to please me? "At this time, the sun is high in the sky. The eldest son is very diligent and grows beans in the fields by the stream. The eldest son looked at the newly sprouted seedlings, shook his head and said happily, "This year must be a bumper harvest. In autumn, I want to surprise my parents and brothers! "The second son is sitting under a big cypress tree knitting a chicken coop! While knitting, he thought, when the chicken coop is built, the rooster can move in. This is their safe and comfortable home! The youngest son was lying on the stream peeling lotus leaves and eating them, muttering, "I want to bring delicious food to my parents and brothers!" " "Look, he is busy! If you are not satisfied with these, but continue to ask; If you are satisfied, this is my approval.
It is best to write a 300-word composition around an ancient poem. I have written before, that is, from a distance, the side of the mountain becomes a peak, and the distance is different.
Now there is a craze for learning ancient poems in schools. However, some students only pay attention to the number of ancient poems memorized, but they don't know much about them, and even have many wrong words. I use it; Fifth, reading and learning poetry; The effect is very good. Let me tell you how I taught Wang Anshi's Yuan Ri by myself.
I teach myself ancient poetry, five steps. The first step is to read the whole poem. When reading, I encounter new words; Hey; It is good to learn. Second, read carefully. I find out the key words I don't understand in every sentence, such as; Tu Su, cloudy day, new peach, old symbol; Wait, read the notes or find out what they mean. The third step is translation and reading. When reading, say the meaning of each line of poetry. The fourth step is to read through. Connect the meaning of each poem and tell the meaning of the whole poem. The fifth step is reading. Look at the brief analysis, understand the background of the author writing this poem, imagine the scenery described in the author's poem when reading, and then think about what thoughts and feelings the poem expresses. January Day reminds me of Wang Anshi's political reform seen in extracurricular books. It turned out that he wrote this poem to reflect his old ideas. Finally, I memorized the whole poem.
Never swallow ancient poems by yourself. If you don't ask for answers, you will learn by rote and get too little.
4. Write a 300-word essay in verse. Autumn is spring, summer, autumn and winter, and the four seasons cycle, standing between the vast world, feeling the ruthlessness of the years in a hurry. If spring brings vitality, summer brings restlessness and winter brings sadness, then autumn brings helplessness.
I like to wander alone in a path full of fallen leaves or an empty lane full of moss, letting my thoughts be blown away by the autumn wind until I am overwhelmed by the melancholy of being at arm's length, so I have to sigh with Song Yutong: "Alas, autumn is a kind of gas! It's bleak, and the vegetation falls again and again. " Autumn, autumn wind rustling, falling leaves in succession.
Every time I read the poems of the ancients, I am always wrapped in a deep sadness about autumn, but I don't want to break free and sip the slowly expanding melancholy and loss alone. I don't know if this is "falling in love with the floor, saying that I am worried about giving new words" or "saying that I want to rest, but saying it is cool in autumn"? ! Anyway, I'm not the only one who's sad about autumn since ancient times. See how many sensitive and affectionate poets have left poems that cherish autumn and comfort them. In the Book of Songs, "Autumn is sad and flowers fly", "White dew is frost" and "Mulberry falls, but yellow falls" are all sighs about autumn.
Fan Zhongyan's "Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn waves and cold smoke" is deeply hurt by the faint scenery and the blend of emotion and scenery. Later, in The West Chamber, Wang Shifu slightly triggered the word "Farewell Pavilion" and changed it to "blue sky and yellow flowers flying in the north and west wind flying in the south".
Who is drunk in Xiao Lai's frost forest? Always keeping people's tears "is even more confusing and frustrating." "Affectionate feelings hurt separation since ancient times, and neglecting the autumn festival is even worse" is Liu Yong's sigh. Feel sorry for Liu Xia. Parting is endless, and all he can take away seems to be the autumn wind.
Zhou Bangyan's Autumn Sunny, Turning into a Cold Room, Listening to the Cold Sound describes the loneliness and helplessness of a lonely journey. Wei's Yan Wen: "Where is my hometown? It's leisurely to think about it.
Gao Zhai Lai, an Autumn Night in Huainan, wrote a lonely feeling of homesickness. Compared with the above-mentioned helplessness in autumn, Li Bai also showed his true colors as a bold poet: "I had to leave Bolt and me yesterday, and today it hurts my heart even more.
Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I am in this villa, drinking my wine. " In short, the scenery in autumn is mostly bleak, with bitter wind and rain, hay falling, rain beating residual lotus, wild geese singing in the sky ... but in different moods, poetry will be very different.
Liu Yuxi found sustenance in the autumn wind and freed himself from the sad feeling: "Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say autumn is better than spring." When a crane flies among clouds in a clear sky, it brings poetry to Bixiao. "
In "Looking at Autumn in Chang 'an", Du Mu also saw that the autumn wind was clear and there was a hole in the sky: "Outside the frost tree, there is not a spark in the mirror. In the autumn, the momentum is high. "
Autumn rain is a famous sentence describing autumn-tall buildings look forward to dusk, and there is rustling rain on the leaves. Autumn night-in my sleep, the autumn sound is nowhere to be found, and the leaves are full of steps.
Autumn sound-I didn't feel the dream of spring grass in the pond, but the leaves in front of the steps had autumn sound. Autumn leaves-the wind blows bamboo in the middle of the night, and all the leaves are hate.
Autumn color-the rain invades the urn and the new moss is green, and the autumn leaves are red when entering the cross forest. Autumn moon-the moonlight is flooded and the emptiness echoes.
Autumn chrysanthemum-it is better to die holding incense in the branches than to be blown down in the north wind. Wan Li, an old friend, has never been heard from, and plans to ask Jiangtou to break the flood.
Autumn sorrow-don't say that you are always idle, and write clear sorrow every night. Autumn is prosperous-the west wind blows all over the lake leaves, and it is unique to change your autumn clothes for the first time.
Autumn bosom-a fleeting sigh went out, and I saw konoha flying by the lake. Qiu Meng —— Back in the autumn night at the beginning of my dream, Eden was still sleeping.
Memories of autumn-the anvil pestle knocks on the deep lane, and the phoenix tree shakes down the autumn hometown. Enlightenment of autumn-everyone is explaining the sad autumn, not knowing it thoroughly like a poet.
The smell of autumn-crickets only know that autumn is early and there is a lot of rain on the banana. I hope I can have the magnanimity of the ancients. In the following autumn, I can feel the freshness and tranquility after the noisy summer and the short fragrance before the long winter. I can feel the heroism of "the autumn wind is cold and justice is awe-inspiring", and I have no helplessness of "the autumn wind is bleak".
It will also be "felt" by autumn, but it is no longer "sad" for autumn. Moonlight is like water, like the day when the summer heat in early autumn is about to dissipate. I miss the moon that belongs to the Mid-Autumn Festival. Only in this way can people feel really cool and quiet.
The bright moon is often ignored by us in our daily life. Only when such a special day comes can people think of something about the bright moon. The night is so silent, there is a trace of warmth in the silence, which makes the noise of autumn sound reach the treetops.
The light of the moon is blurred and flickering, creating a dense atmosphere, which unexpectedly reminds me of a sentence in Qin Guan's poem "Walking on the Sand": The fog is lost, and the moon is lost. A memorandum of "Fan" captures the hazy atmosphere of moonlight, and at this time, many vague past events come into your heart in a hazy way.
In fact, there are many things you don't have to think about. It has always been there, like a bright moon many years ago, always hanging in your heart. The light of the moon is vague, hazy, quiet and far away.
Entering the moonlight is like entering a hazy dream. Although you know it's just a dream, it makes you want to get into it instead of waking up. In our Minnan dialect, the moon has a very feminine nickname called "Yueniang", which I have always liked. There doesn't seem to be too many reasons, just because Moon Mother decorated many of our childhood dreams.
At that time, in summer or early autumn nights, we usually slept on the roof, watched the quiet night sky, accompanied by moonlight or starlight, and fell asleep in the fascinating stories of adults. In our sleep, we would inevitably dream of picking stars in a boat sitting on the moon. At that time, old people often told their children not to point their forefinger at "Moon Mother", otherwise, at night "Moon Mother" would become a sickle and cut off your ear.
As a result, the children had to hold their index fingers tightly in their fists, for fear that a careless person would incur the curse of having their ears cut off. It seems that there are still friends like that who point their index finger at the moon, fearing that they will be scared to sleep all night, fearing that once they fall asleep, their ears will be secretly cut off by "Mother Moon".
Autumn is a transitional season from summer to winter. The lunar calendar starts from autumn to winter and from July to September.
Write this ancient poem into a 300-word composition. The sparkling lake rippled. Sister Liu by the lake used this clear water as a mirror to gently comb her hair.
The sun shines on the lake, and there are golden waves on the lake, and ripples are naughty floating around the lake. Look, the fish in the water are playing happily, and the tadpoles are looking for their mother everywhere.
Look, there are a pair of big dragonflies parked there, looking at the beautiful scenery. Listen, the birds are constantly admiring the beautiful scenery, and the singing oriole is also singing this beautiful song to the foreign objects around him.
This song seems to intoxicate them; This song seems to bother them; This song seems to make them fall asleep in this song. On the river bank, the green grass is dense, the refreshing breeze is blowing, and the grass is dancing, which is beautiful.
The mountains in the distance are undulating, just like a charming landscape painting, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. Suddenly, a burst of laughter broke the silent scenery.
There is a boat floating in the distance, and there are two laughing children sitting on it. One of them is wearing a red Chinese-style chest covering, the other is wearing a white shirt, and both of them are barefoot.
An older child put away his penny, stopped his paddle and sat in the middle of the fishing boat, which gradually stopped. One child said to another, "The boat is in the middle of the lake now. Without paddles and poles, what can we do now to move the boat forward? " Another Chinese character is holding his chin and thinking quietly.
"Oh, yes, let's use an umbrella to push the boat forward!" With that, he quickly took out his umbrella from the cabin and opened it. He held it high and let the wind blow on it. The wind pushed the fishing boat. In this way, the fishing boat moved slowly.
Passers-by saw it and thought in surprise: Is it raining now? What are these two children doing with umbrellas? Oh, no wonder everyone takes umbrellas when it doesn't rain. Originally, it was not to shelter from the wind and rain, but to use the wind to let the ship move forward.
These passers-by thought about it and couldn't help praising the two children, saying that they were smart and worthy of admiration. When these passers-by looked back again, their fishing boats had gone away, leaving only some ripples on the water.
6. Write this ancient poem into a 300-word composition. The sparkling lake rippled. Sister Liu by the lake used this clear water as a mirror to gently comb her hair. The sun shines on the lake, and there are golden waves on the lake, and ripples are naughty floating around the lake. Look, the fish in the water are playing happily, and the tadpoles are looking for their mother everywhere. Look, there are a pair of big dragonflies parked there, looking at the beautiful scenery. Listen, the birds are constantly admiring the beautiful scenery, and the singing oriole is also singing this beautiful song to the foreign objects around him. This song seems to intoxicate them; This song seems to bother them; This song seems to make them fall asleep in this song. On the river bank, the green grass is dense, the refreshing breeze is blowing, and the grass is dancing, which is beautiful. The mountains in the distance are undulating, just like a charming landscape painting, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.
Suddenly, a burst of laughter broke the silent scenery. There is a boat floating in the distance, and there are two laughing children sitting on it. One of them is wearing a red Chinese-style chest covering, the other is wearing a white shirt, and both of them are barefoot. An older child put away his penny, stopped his paddle and sat in the middle of the fishing boat, which gradually stopped. One child said to another, "The boat is in the middle of the lake now. Without paddles and poles, what can we do now to move the boat forward? " Another Chinese character is holding his chin and thinking quietly. "Oh, yes, let's use an umbrella to push the boat forward!" With that, he quickly took out his umbrella from the cabin and opened it. He held it high and let the wind blow on it. The wind pushed the fishing boat. In this way, the fishing boat moved slowly.
Passers-by saw it and thought in surprise: Is it raining now? What are these two children doing with umbrellas? Oh, no wonder everyone takes umbrellas when it doesn't rain. Originally, it was not to shelter from the wind and rain, but to use the wind to let the ship move forward. These passers-by thought about it and couldn't help praising the two children, saying that they were smart and worthy of admiration.
When these passers-by looked back again, their fishing boats had gone away, leaving only some ripples on the water.
7. Write a composition that likes poetry, and write the reasons. My favorite poem is about 400 words. China is a 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 have been told by later generations through the ages. My favorite is Yu Qian, a poet of 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"