Author Tang Meng Haoran
In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere.
But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded.
[translation]
Spring is a good sleep, and it will dawn before you know it;
I suddenly woke up and there were birds singing everywhere.
Confused at night, there seems to be a rustle;
Oh, it's stormy. How many flowers have fallen?
[Appreciation]
Poetry, from the singing of spring birds, the beating of spring breeze and spring rain, the fading of spring flowers and other sounds, allows readers to transform their hearing into vision, and then use imaginative thinking methods to unfold spring scenery in front of their eyes after a night of wind and rain. Poetic language is natural and simple, easy to understand, but intriguing: I unconsciously came to a spring morning, and unconsciously began to bloom and fall, thinking about this annual spring scenery.
Xiao Chun shows us a scene of early spring after the rain. It seems dull, but it has infinite charm. It is not gorgeous and intoxicating, but only outlines the deep spring feeling at that casual moment with a few strokes. The poet cherishes spring because of love, and his words are concise. From the sentence "But now I remember that night, that storm",
2. Change Xiao Chun into the composition "Xiao Chun" and rewrite the spring I long for. Spring is beautiful, pink and green, and spring is everywhere.
I am very tired after playing all day. I fell on the bed and fell asleep soon. In my dream, I had many dreams. During the day, my mother and I fly kites in the green fields. There are dogs with high vigilance, simple and lovely pandas and stupid benzene bears. The most striking thing is the eagle spreading its wings and flying. Unconsciously, it was already dawn. I rubbed my eyes and listened carefully. There are waves of beautiful birds singing outside the window, thrushes singing and orioles laughing. At this time, the little sparrow also joined in the fun and chattered.
Hard-working people get up early, and some people have already gone to work in the fields. I saw a farmer's uncle driving cattle and plowing the fields, and an aunt sowing seeds in a hurry. As the sun sets, the night is coming, and people who have been busy all day rush home. A shepherd boy rode on the back of an ox and played a piccolo that was out of tune. The flute sounded far away, and at this time, the smoke curled up and floated out of the village.
In the dead of night, when everything is silent, there is a spring breeze blowing outside. Spring rain quietly came to the world with the spring breeze, ticking and moistening the earth. Colorful flowers are blooming in the fields and in front of the house, and they are scattered by the spring rain. The petals are still glistening with water drops. I don't know how many flowers fall like this, but I still hope to bear many mature fruits in autumn. So, I sighed and chanted: "This spring morning, I woke up in a happy mood, and birds were singing around, but now I remember that night, that storm, and I want to know how many flowers were broken."
3. Write a 400-word composition with Xiao Chun. Xiaochun changed to spring night, and it was dawn before you knew it.
After waking up, go for a walk in the garden, under the tree and by the pool. There is a bird song "chirp, chirp".
It seems that they are competing with someone with a louder and better voice. They sang one song after another, each tone was different, and they combined into variations: from low to high for a while, and from high to low for a while. Looking around, all the birds lined up neatly and began to sing in chorus, with grand and loud songs and wonderful music floating in the garden; Spinning in the bushes; Flowing in the stream ... Night is coming.
Father Lei shouted "Boom, Boom" and beat the drums to welcome the arrival of Miss Chun. Rain girl followed, "Hua Hua, Hua Hua" slapping Mother Earth; Sister Cao held her head high and "goo goo" had a good time! A gust of wind blew, and colorful flowers fell to the ground with the rain. At first glance, I don't know how many flowers have fallen, and the green grass is covered with a thin layer of flowers.
4. Imagine the morning composition in spring. One spring morning, the sky unconsciously lit up.
I got up and walked in the yard. When spring comes, everything recovers.
Flowers are in full bloom in the yard, and pink peach blossoms are covered with branches. From a distance, they are like red clouds, very beautiful! A bird landed on a branch and chirped as if to tell everyone: "Spring is coming, spring is coming!" " "Birds can be heard everywhere in the yard, which indicates that spring is coming. In the evening, thunder rumbled, and Lei Gong just beat drums and played music for Miss Chun. The girl in the spring rain danced with the wind, and a drop of water fell on the eaves. The sound of "tick-tock" is wonderful.
The sound of wind and rain is constant at night. I thought to myself: I wonder how many flowers will blow down in the yard? The next day, I came to the yard and saw those bright flowers, all of which were knocked down by the relentless wind and rain. Petals are scattered all over the floor. I look at these petals like a petal rain, and I can't help but feel a little sad ... spring is blooming, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and spring is beautiful.
5. Imagine the morning composition at dawn in spring. One spring morning, it was dawn before you knew it. I got up and walked in the yard. When spring comes, everything recovers. Flowers are in full bloom in the yard, and pink peach blossoms are covered with branches. From a distance, they are like red clouds, very beautiful! A bird landed on a branch and chirped as if to tell everyone: "Spring is coming, spring is coming!" " "Birds can be heard everywhere in the yard, which indicates that spring is coming.
In the evening, thunder rumbled, and Lei Gong just beat drums and played music for Miss Chun. The girl in the spring rain danced with the wind, and a drop of water fell on the eaves. The sound of "tick-tock" is wonderful. The sound of wind and rain is constant at night. I thought to myself: I wonder how many flowers will blow down in the yard?
The next day, I came to the yard and saw those bright flowers, all of which were knocked down by the relentless wind and rain, and petals scattered all over the floor. I can't help feeling sad when I look at these petals like a petal rain. ...
Spring blossoms, birds and flowers, how beautiful spring is.
6. Zhu Ziqing's essay "Spring" about Xiao Chun is looking forward to it. Looking forward to it, the east wind is coming, and the footsteps of spring are approaching.
Everything looked like I had just woken up, and I opened my eyes with joy. The mountains are moist, the water is long, and the sun is blushing.
The grass crawled out of the soil, tender and green. In the garden and in the field, look, there are many such trees.
Sit, lie down, roll twice, kick a few balls, run a few laps, grab a few laps. The wind is quiet and the grass is soft.
Peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees are all in full bloom, and you won't let me or I won't let you. Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay and white is like snow.
With the fragrance of flowers, when I close my eyes, the trees seem to be full of peaches, Xinger and pears. Hundreds of bees are buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of different sizes are flying around. Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named and unnamed, scattered in the grass, like eyes, like stars, still flashing.
"Blowing your face doesn't make you cold", yes, like a mother's hand touching you. The wind brought the smell of new ploughing, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly humid air.
Birds nest in flowers and leaves. They are very happy. Calling friends proudly showed off his crisp voice and sang melodious songs, which set each other off in harmony with the light wind and flowing water. The piccolo of the shepherd boy on the cow's back rang all day at this time.
Rain is the most common and lasts for three or two days. Don't be annoyed, you see, it is like cow hair, like a needle, like a filament, densely woven into a diagonal, and there is a thin layer of smoke on the roof.
The leaves are bright green, and the grass is green enough to stare at your eyes. At night, the lights turned on, and a little dim light set off a quiet and peaceful night.
Going to the countryside, on the path, by the stone bridge, people are walking slowly with umbrellas; There are also farmers working in the fields, wearing hemp fiber and hats. Their thatched cottage is sparse and silent in the rain.
There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. In urban and rural areas, every household, old and young, came out one by one, as if in a hurry.
Relax, be full of energy and do your own thing. "A year's plan lies in spring"; At the beginning, there is plenty of time and hope.
Spring is like a newborn doll. It's new from head to toe and still growing. Spring is like a little girl, dressed up and walking with a smile.
Spring is like a strong young man with iron arms, waist and feet. He led us forward. Han Yu appeared outside the 18th member of the Ministry of Water Resources in early spring. The rain in the sky was crisp and the grass looked close, but there was nothing. The most important benefit is spring, which is better than the peach blossoms outside the bamboo in Su Shi's Hui Chong and the duck prophet in spring water heating.
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep. (Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn") But every inch of grass has a few feelings, and it is rewarded with three spring rays.
(Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer) When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches? (Wang Wei's "Acacia") Good rain knows the season when spring comes. (Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night") Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they were tall again in the spring breeze.
(Bai Juyi's Farewell to Ancient Grass) If you plant a millet in spring, you can harvest 10,000 seeds in autumn. (Li Shen's "Peasants' Compassion") Although the country is divided, the mountains and rivers last forever, and the vegetation is spring.
(Du Fu's "Spring Hope") Falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more. I don't know who cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
(He Zhangzhi's "Singing Willow") Spring scenery can't close the garden, and an apricot comes out of the wall. (Ye Shaoweng's Not Worth Going to the Park).
7. Write a story with Xiao Chun's poem, about 250 words.
[Tang Meng Haoran]
I can't feel the dawn of spring,
Sniffing birds everywhere
The sound of wind and rain at night,
Little is known about flowers.
Story: Spring is beautiful, the flowers are intoxicating and the scenery is charming. But what moved the poet more was the noisy sound of spring. When the poet woke up in his spring sleep, the first thing he heard was the crow of birds. The fresh and melodious singing of birds everywhere is the joy that spring brings to poets. Meanwhile, what fascinated the author last night was a spring rain. Sprinkling spring rain will give people a lot of imagination like smoke. The early morning in early spring after the rain with red patches and thick greenery should be so fresh, beautiful and lively. In this way, the poet described a natural and beautiful world for us in the most simple language, like a clear spring flowing into our hearts, refreshing and intoxicating.
8. Write a composition using the poem "Chunxiao".
Birds are singing everywhere around me.
But now I remember that night, that storm,
How much does the flower know to fall?
I believe everyone is familiar with this song "Spring Dawn"? I unfolded this poem and drew a picture according to my own imagination.
I slept soundly in the spring night, but I was awakened by the birds singing outside. Listen quietly, the birds keep chirping, chirping, chirping, and all kinds of tones come from all directions. How beautiful, how wonderful, how crisp, how beautiful, how colorful a song! Recalling last night, I vaguely heard the wind and rain whistling. After some tossing, I don't know how many blooming flowers have been blown down!
9. Facing the spring water of a lake, admiring the bridge embankment, leaning against the lovers on both sides, mumbling their language and revealing the secret of love is a beautiful scenery in Su Causeway.
Although a country that grew up in the south also watches swallows rejuvenate every winter, the children at the seaside naturally show an unparalleled sense of heroism. The gentle and gentle gentlemanly demeanor of Jiangnan girls attracted many admiring eyes.
It is easy to see ladies with small parasols along the way, which makes me feel like I have returned to what I saw and heard in Jiangnan. When the sun sets, I am happily intoxicated in the afterglow of the sunset after the green hills, and I am engaged in beauty with my favorite golden color.
Maybe my choice is wrong. I'm only here to see the beauty of spring dawn in Su Causeway. Why does the sunset cloud cover the sky and then walk leisurely on the lake? Looking up, the night is close to hazy, vaguely feeling sorry, but the alley in the evening masks the loneliness of the night, which is particularly lively.
Accompanied by a burst of applause, I unconsciously crossed a street full of grass fragrance, astringent and sweet. Music continues to ring, echoing in the crisscross alleys, which seems to be out of tune with this ancient Jiangnan scenery.
Not far away, a few young guys are playing guitars handsomely in the crowd, and there are three or two old people among the flowers on the other side, looking for charm in people's applause. After some brewing, they leisurely picked up their old erhu. One is stationary, the other is moving, the other is fast and the other is slow. Violence is mixed with softness, and tranquility is mixed with movement.
Undoubtedly, it adds a lot of color to the empty alley. After the boy finished playing, he bowed politely, and then helped the old man up, as if to leave.
However, he stayed where he was for a long time, looking at the last rosy clouds on the horizon. His eyes are as bright as the stars at night, where he is full of hope and tries to catch the last light of the day. Contrary to teenagers, although the old man has no expression, the vicissitudes of his face almost cover up all his feelings, and he can't read a word of information from his eyes, because those eyes used to be as bright as teenagers, but now they are eclipsed and even dried up.
However, from his rickety back and stumbling steps, an old man who has gone through decades chose to live quietly in an alley, weaving his happiness in his later years. Just in the evening, covered with thin dusk, faint, a little cold.
Walking on the wet slate, several years have passed, and no one has changed this ancient charm. The air is mixed with elegance, tranquility and heartfelt peace.
I have long been tired of the unbearable smog in the city, which coincides with the touching spring scenery in this rainy season. The breeze gently swept my eyes, circling and tearing my breath, and gradually turned into a smart and moist breath.
I wonder if there is such a thing as inaction in life? I finally calmed down and couldn't help thinking about it.
Maybe everything is moving, but I think it is too perfect, and I regard the silence of just a few seconds as eternity. However, the flowing air soon woke me up from my dream.
I got on the bus with the surging crowd and went to the so-called "bustling" urban area. I am not afraid of the height of tens of meters, but I look forward to one day standing alone on the roof of the building, looking at a city with disdain, alone ... Now I look at this complex world and feel very small, as if I have the pride of "Once I climb to the top, you will see that other mountains are dwarfs under the sky". .
Looking from a distance, it is blurred in the bustling crowd of strangers, with light color and heavy rhyme, quite like a splash-ink painting polished by Liang, a kind of unspeakable luxury. You can look at your own shadow, even a black reflection can't explain this boring idea. After all, you are still a child who doesn't understand the world. So far, you haven't unveiled the veil of maturity, and you don't know how to comfort yourself as a secular or even a monk.
In the dark, there is a piece of music that matches the noise, familiar lyrics and a very dynamic voice. I used to listen to "Spring Dawn at the Age of Dying": Butterfly, you are so beautiful before and after the flowers, which makes me miss you. I have your reflection in my room, which makes you smile like a beautiful woman. Meiyu in the south of the Yangtze River is still detailing that the spring dawn is particularly beautiful, and the bridges are floating. Hold your hand and let the spring breeze kiss your sweet words. Looking back, every day, every month, every year, I am by your side, and the pieces of red and green that peeled off in those days have become your gossip. Who likes the moon falling and crying? Why are flowers flying all over the sky? You and I have been facing each other, like moths to a fire. After you finish writing, it is easy to leave the water in your heart, which is interspersed with the feelings of the past floating years. The whole world is trying to be a beautiful woman, and the magic lies in life.
Use the rest of your life to repent those vague vows and choices you can't choose. These empty shakes in front of my eyes seem to be sighs written by me and heard by others.
The next day, I forced myself to enjoy the spring scenery of a lake in Su Causeway as a simple tourist. Wet rain came to the nose, fresh grass fragrance came to the nose, and the wicker on the shore shook their graceful figures, gently stroking the lake still like transparent jelly, stretching out a ripple, naturally, shyly rippling out a little round halo, which did not disappear for a long time.
Hyacinthus orientalis, fluttering on the grass, reminds me of dandelion in my hometown, a natural and unrestrained wanderer, who always brushes the shoulders of the wind nimbly, feels the temperature of the wind slightly, feels cool and moist, and is very comfortable ... Raindrops still touch the wet lips relentlessly. There is a landscape vendor on the street. He likes to carve this rhyme of early spring.
This colorful ink painting is a bit of an ancient painter, imitating the vivid image of Xiao Chun, Su Causeway. I bought it without hesitation as a souvenir of this trip.
All the sights can't help but remind me that the water is bright sunshine and the mountains are empty and rainy. This vivid portrayal.
The rain stopped before you know it, and so did the whistle at the station.
10. Appreciation of the Form of Xiao Chun's Argumentative Essay Xiao Chun Yuan Zhen was half-eager for the morning and half-ignorant, intoxicated with the fragrance of flowers and the sleep of warblers, and the bell rang, and the temple fell in love twenty years ago.
Appreciation of Yuan Zhen's Tang Poetry: This is a seven-character quatrain that misses his former lover. At the dawn of a spring day, the sky is hazy and unclear. The author smelled flowers and orioles in his hometown, and his mood was very quiet. Suddenly, a puppy jumped over and bumped into the bell, which reminded him of a memory in the temple twenty years ago.
What was the situation twenty years ago? There is no explanation in the poem, but we know something from a novel written by the poet. As we all know, the poet once wrote a famous legendary novel Hui Zhen Ji, which tells the love story of Zhang Sheng and Cui Yingying.
Cui Yingying is a beautiful, gentle and affectionate woman. Zhang Sheng loved her very much, but in the end, she was abandoned, because her humble background was not conducive to her fame and fortune. In fact, this is an autobiographical novel of the poet. The poem "Spring Dawn" is a copy of this novel, and Zhang Sheng is the poet himself.
After the poet abandoned his original lover, he soon married Wei Cong, a famous lady. It can be seen that he is a heartbreaker.
But on the other hand, he is obsessed with his former lover, misses her very much, and feels deeply guilty about his misfortune. "Twenty years ago, Xiao Temple fell in love." In the memory of the past, his mood became uneasy again.
This poem is written in beautiful circles. The first sentence uses the word "half" to describe the hazy scenery at dawn in spring; The second sentence, "I am drunk smelling flowers and sleeping smelling warblers", describes the quiet environment and sets off the author's leisure at this time. The third sentence, "The swallow rings the bell", turns and causes waves, reminding the poet of his 20-year trip. The turn of this sentence is beautiful, and the ups and downs in the poem are caused by the bell that the dog shakes in the sentence.
A short poem with only four sentences can be written so ups and downs, which shows the poet's artistic skill. Yuan Zhen is very good at writing ancient and modern colorful poems, which are shallow and affectionate and charming.
The poem "Spring Dawn" is particularly striking. The History of China Literature compiled by the Academy of Sciences also specifically pointed out: "This poem is a copy and deserves to be highlighted in the history of literature."