Spring is a fantasy universe and a paradise for poetry! Miss Chun came in a spring car, bringing with her a fairy wand that can revive the earth and a cloud doll that can add color to the sky! Spring girl flies everywhere and brings fragrance: the grass is green, the flowers are red, and the river is blue ... Spring girl said to the cloud dolls, "I want to test you. Now I am in Jiangnan to see who can skillfully tell the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan. If it is the best, I will reward it! " "Cloud doll happily agreed. Yun Xiaomei said, "Would you please listen to us? "Everyone agreed.
So they vividly said, "In spring in the south of the Yangtze River, birds are singing everywhere, leaves are green, flowers are red, and villages by the water and battlements at the foot of the mountain are faintly visible." "Cloud doll began to climb the mountain, just then it began to rain in Mao Mao.
This light rain, like cow hair, did not affect their climbing at all, but added interest to their play. Climbing to the top of the mountain, looking from afar, Jiangnan is like a silky Chinese painting, pointing to the intoxicating beauty of Jiangnan. Brother Yun couldn't help but sigh: "There are more than 480 temples left over from the Southern Dynasties. How many terraces are shrouded in clouds and rain?" "
This is really: thousands of miles of warblers sing green and reflect red, and the water town is full of wine flags. More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.
2. Jiang Nanchun's ancient poems were rewritten into compositions. I rode a donkey alone, climbed mountains and waded through hardships.
Finally came to the vast Jiangnan. Ah, Jiangnan is so beautiful! Orioles are singing everywhere, and the branches of willows are sprouting and emitting light green.
Beautiful scenery, birds and flowers. In the field, farmers are transplanting rice seedlings in the field; On the lake, every boat is staggering forward, and fishermen are casting nets to fish; The town is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with people coming and going and heavy traffic. Restaurants and merchants on both sides of the street come and go, and all kinds of wine flags flutter gently in the spring breeze.
Climbing high and overlooking, there are countless large and small temples in the distance, and the momentum is very huge. Rain flows like a layer of light smoke in the spring breeze, and countless terraces are silent in this misty rain.
As if washed away the dust. I relaxed again, forgot all my troubles, and let myself walk into this beautiful spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River.
3. Write a composition with Jiang Nanchun. As the old saying goes, "A year's plan lies in spring". The best season of the year is spring, and the seeds of hope should be sown in spring. Spring is the most beautiful time in Jiangnan. In my home, community, school and city, I can see the beauty of spring in Jiangnan. There are many flowers and trees planted on my balcony. They are symbols of spring. My begonia is in bloom, pink, and there are several flowers in bud, which is a symbol of spring. Tea is blooming, and one, two, three, four, five ... are blooming brilliantly and vigorously. The green leaves set off the plum-red camellia, which is also a symbol of spring. Bamboo shoots, which is another symbol of spring. On my balcony, symbols of spring can be found everywhere. Many symbols of spring can also be found in the community, such as ginkgo trees sprouting green shoots, willow trees waving long hair and grass straightening, which are all symbols of spring. In school, there are many symbols of spring. Red maple trees are covered with "five-pointed stars" and red flowers have grown a lot. Can you not be missed? You can also find many symbols of spring in the community, which is the symbol of spring. The tea tree is in bloom, and a tree should be planted in every class in grade six. One is in full bloom. Our school also organized a tree planting activity. Willow has long hair and bright flowers, which is also a symbol of spring. They are symbols of spring: ginkgo trees have green buds, flowers are red and green, and schools and people have changed. "A year's plan lies in spring." At school, there are many symbols of spring, such as singing and dancing, a few budding flowers, the grass straightened its back, and the red maple tree was covered with "five-pointed stars" and "two", all of which are symbols of spring. Now they are wearing thin coats. At my house. Spring is the most beautiful time in Jiangnan, and it is also a symbol of spring. The best season of the year is spring, for example, red flowers grow a lot. The green leaves set off the plum-red camellia. We can also see the colors of spring in the city. Bamboo has sprouted. We wore thick down jackets and planted them happily. The city can see that the spring in the south of the Yangtze River is beautiful. On my balcony, symbols of spring can be found everywhere.
There are many flowers, trees, communities and gardens planted on my balcony, not only trees, but also seeds of hope will be planted in spring. The big tree in the street that was originally wrapped in white should wear a green coat.
Spring in Jiangnan is so beautiful. My begonia is in full bloom. We have four classes. And on March 12, so our campus has added a bit of spring color, which is another symbol of spring. As the saying goes, pink is a symbol of spring.
4. The ancient poem "Jiangnan Spring" continued in 300 words. I sat by the river, holding the tree in one hand and the gazebo in the other, looking at the distance. The vast south of the Yangtze River shows me beautiful scenery. My eyes gradually moved to the distance in the gentle chirping of the baby. Behind the small stone bridge are willows dancing in the wind. The shadow of the willow tree is projected on the clear stream, like a girl in a green skirt dancing in the wind. Under the willow, there are clusters of flowers. Bright flowers are red, adding a red necklace to the earth. In the forest farm by the water, a beautiful girl went to the river to wash clothes with a wooden basin. Long and white hands kept shaking, and the water supply was put on a silver-white jade chain. In the wall of the mountain, there are wine flags fluttering in the wind everywhere, which seems to be warmly welcoming guests.
There are temples full of cigarettes everywhere. Listen carefully, there are bursts of voices coming. The thin rain and the curling smoke blend together, reflecting thousands of pavilions and pavilions in Qian Qian, looming, casting a faint veil over the south of the Yangtze River. High and low pavilions are hazy and mysterious in the misty rain
5. Jiang Nanchun composed Jiang Nanchun's "Thousands of miles of warblers sing green and red, and the water town is full of mountains and wine flags" ... Jiangnan is my hometown, and the spring girl here came to our Jiangnan early.
Do you want to find her footprints? Then please come with me! In the beautiful Taihu Lake, the breeze is blowing gently and spring is coming. The wicker beside the lake swayed with the wind, like a girl dancing in the energetic dance music in spring.
You see, this is a large green wheat field, and the fields are rippling with the breeze. At this moment, I saw an old woman in a hat. She was burning dead branches and leaves in the field.
I thought, "What is she doing? Why are you burning a fire? " I was so anxious that I ran to ask her. Grandma smiled and said, "If these dead plants are not burned, the water bamboo planted below will not grow."
I see! This is called "wildfire has never consumed them, but they have grown taller in the spring breeze"! Next to the endless Meilin in Xiang Xue, Miss Chun put on all kinds of new clothes for the newly opened plum blossom. These clothes are yellow, pink, light green and red. They are really colorful and beautiful! Among them, a pure white Bai Meihua is the most unusual. Plum petals of other colors are double petals, only she has five petals. On the hillside, the grass in the soil germinated again and put on new green clothes.
Trees are like solemn soldiers, quietly guarding their territory. In the nearby bamboo forest, the little bamboo shoot dolls are still sleeping soundly, but the little wild vegetables are scrambling to go out.
There are many more beautiful places in spring in Jiangnan. I welcome your arrival.
6. Rewrite ancient poetry, like a pool of water, pure blue, lovely blue. The air is filled with silk and white clouds. Mountain, green seems to drip down. The water is full and soft. The earth was painted a hazy green.
Did you get a look at him? The oriole dances with the green leaves. Did you hear that? Larks sing with the spring breeze. The willows spread their hair in a high bun and swayed in the wind. Peach blossom, apricot blossom, spring day, lily, lily of the valley grass … unrestrained red, passionate orange, elegant white, aloof purple, quiet yellow … unexpectedly open and compete with each other.
Until noon, the sunshine became more and more fierce. The sleeping mountains seem to be suddenly awakened. There are calls from parents to let their children go home everywhere, and the shouts of businessmen are very lively. Oh, dear! A strong smell of wine wafted over, refreshing. You follow the smell and sound of wine. Turning a mountain, I immediately saw a small town not far away, which was louder and more fragrant. Even, you can vaguely see the wine flags fluttering in the wind, leisurely, as if to show off how comfortable and happy people's lives in the city are.
In the afternoon, lead clouds covered the whole sky. Rain, it's raining, it's raining, it's hazy. You see, the rain is accompanied by the wind, and the waves on the river are rough, crushing the projections of mountains and rivers, towns, flowers and trees. Looking around, the magnificent temple buildings are looming in the mist.
7. Rewriting ancient poems Rewriting & gt
Heaven, like a pool of clear water, is pure and lovely. The air is filled with silk and white clouds. Mountain, green seems to drip down. The water is full and soft. The earth was painted a hazy green.
Did you get a look at him? The oriole dances with the green leaves. Did you hear that? Larks sing with the spring breeze. The willows spread their hair in a high bun and swayed in the wind. Peach blossom, apricot blossom, spring day, lily, lily of the valley grass … unrestrained red, passionate orange, elegant white, aloof purple, quiet yellow … unexpectedly open and compete with each other.
Until noon, the sunshine became more and more fierce. The sleeping mountains seem to be suddenly awakened. There are calls from parents to let their children go home everywhere, and the shouts of businessmen are very lively. Oh, dear! A strong smell of wine wafted over, refreshing. You follow the smell and sound of wine. Turning a mountain, I immediately saw a small town not far away, which was louder and more fragrant. Even, you can vaguely see the wine flags fluttering in the wind, leisurely, as if to show off how comfortable and happy people's lives in the city are.
In the afternoon, lead clouds covered the whole sky. Rain, it's raining, it's raining, it's hazy You see, the rain is accompanied by the wind, and the waves on the river are rough, crushing the projections of mountains and rivers, towns, flowers and trees. Looking around, the magnificent temple buildings are looming in the mist.
8. Rewrite Jiangnan Spring into a 400-word essay 1. Jiangnan is now a beautiful spring scenery.
Spring in the south of the Yangtze River is not better than that in the north. In the spring here, birds and flowers are everywhere, and there are songs and laughter everywhere.
The golden vegetables in the farmland are in full bloom, thousands of miles away. Apples on the roadside are blooming, snow blue and very rich; Plum blossoms are also in bloom, and small white flowers are attached to the branches and become bouquets; Peach blossoms are pink, like a little girl's little face ... A pair of orioles fly by in the distance and sing all the way.
And the green grass has spread from our feet to the sky, dyeing the clouds in the sky green. We got off the boat and came to the foot of a temple along a path.
The temple is on a high mountain. We walked slowly up the steep, winding and narrow stone road.
I can't see any scenery at the foot of the mountain, but it is covered with thick and tall trees. Bypassing these trees, a big house appeared in front of us. There are two huge stone statues in front of the house, which are probably the legendary Kirin. Much like a lion.
Walking in, there are two tall and mighty statues on both sides. I think that's King Kong. They are a dignified person with different weapons in their hands. Walking in again, there is a big Buddha in front, which is Guanyin with a thousand hands.
She has many magic weapons that are said to be very powerful. Of course, Guanyin's favorite porcelain bottle is indispensable, and the porcelain bottle also has several green wickers. It's just that the idol of Guanyin has become very useless.
Several other halls are about to collapse. There is a sadness in our hearts.
Out of the Thousand Hands Guanyin Temple, we came to the highest peak of this temple. Just then, it began to rain lightly.
Misty rain enveloped the whole temple and the whole mountain in the wind and rain. I feel the whole temple shivering in the wind and rain.
Looking at the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River from a distance, it is also foggy. In places we can't see, I think there should be many temples that are both southern dynasties swaying in the wind and rain. Their glory days are long gone.
Down from the mountain, I went back to the boat and wrote a poem called "Jiangnan Spring": Ti Ying is green and red, and the water town is full of wine flags. More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.
After writing this poem, I sighed a long time, and our ship set off slowly again ... finally, spring came in the north. Occasionally holding a roll of Tang poetry, wandering quietly on the campus path is actually to find a reason to enjoy this rare spring scenery.
Absent-minded browsing, suddenly, a familiar sentence jumped into my eyes: at sunrise, the river is redder than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue. Why don't you remember Jiangnan? How can Jiangnan, who gave birth to me and raised me, not remember? March is already spring, and Jiangnan has grown. Plants withered for a winter, endured a winter struggle, struggled for a winter, saved a winter, smelled the breath of spring, broke the bondage, and showed their infinite energy.
Therefore, the germination of germination, the extraction of leaves and the competition of flowers interpret the vigorous spring in the south of the Yangtze River. The sunshine is moved by it, and it gently spreads enthusiasm; Ti Ying was dyed green by it, chattering noisily; Even the laziest people are dragged into the wild by it.
The breeze occasionally swept the wind chimes under the eaves, and a string of wind worries leaked out. Gentleman-like swallows are busy holding soft mud and building their own happiness.
However, Jiangnan in the rain is the most accurate Jiangnan. Suddenly it began to rain, as hazy as fog, as fine as the stitches of mother's shoes and as warm as mother's smile.
In this way, it quietly caged the mountain villages and distant mountains in the south of the Yangtze River, making the vision hazy into a simple landscape painting. Farmers wear hats and hemp fiber, shouting at cows, writing fairy tales in autumn back and forth, and waves of mud stirring farmers' expectations.
Silk rain is like a curtain, and farmers are the protagonists in front of them. The rain in the south of the Yangtze River is always as long as the wool in the lover's hand.
A little bigger. Ripple is like an ancient musical instrument. Raindrops gently touch it, playing a classical song of Jiangnan Spring Day, winding our hearts, so that we can enjoy Jiangnan Spring Day every moment.
Look, in an antique corner, a red umbrella flashed by, and then slowly drifted away. In a distant corner, it suddenly turned a corner and disappeared. Another little boy, walking in a wet alley, crossed the alley cunningly. Perhaps, he was scolded by his dear mother.
In this rainy lane, people meet unexpectedly, and then go their separate ways, leaving only a thousand years of sighs and heartbeats. How many melancholy memories are stuck by the water drops in front of the eaves and stored in a hole on the bluestone board.
It's been raining for a long time, and it's getting bigger, and there is a feeling of carefree dripping. The ridge is muddy.
Farmers have long gone home to rest, and now they are leisurely spitting smoke rings. But children are restless.
Look, is that child's foot stuck in the mud? He just put his shoes in his hand and stepped on the muddy road like dough with excitement. Hey, how did the mud escape from his feet like a loach? This is a wonderful discovery. Then I left a string of crisp smiles and went home.
Jiangnan, finally drunk in the rain, flashing dim lights, can't tell the boundary between heaven and earth outside the house. Then, as soon as I fell down, I had a lingering night with the rain in my dream.