In the distance, a small village is hidden among the flowers, and the flowers are overflowing. People all know that there is a spring breeze, but to really see it, we must see it through the colorful scenes of blooming flowers, green grass and sprouting young trees. . Who woke them up? Oh! It turns out that Miss Chun woke them up with her gentle hands!
Spring has come, and the spring breeze has blown the flowers away, and there are flowers everywhere. With the spring breeze, there is this boundless beauty!
2. The ancient poem "Spring Day" was rewritten into a 400-word composition. Spring is late and brisk. Migrating swallows fly back to the north from the south. They chirped, "Spring is coming, spring is coming!" " "
The grass poked its head out of the soil shyly and asked softly, "Is spring coming?" Where is spring? "
Willow let the wind comb her tender green hair and said softly, "Who is spring?"
At this time, Yingchunhua proudly said, "Haha, I am spring."
Morning glory is blowing its horn, as if welcoming spring.
Spring has finally arrived. She has green hair, fair face and clothes made of flowers.
Spring said to the flowers, "son, spring is you, you are a beautiful spring!" " "
3. Write "Spring" in a 400-word poem of the Spring Bureau.
When I was a child, my grandfather was a teacher and always taught me to recite ancient poems word by word. It's strange to see grandpa reading poetry. When he reads poetry, he always shakes his head and his voice is cadence. I asked grandpa why, and grandpa smiled and said, "Only when you shake your head while reading a poem can you read the charm of the poem." At that time, I didn't know where the charm of this poem was, but I nodded with a little knowledge.
I still remember that the first Tang poem I read that I could recite was Spring Dawn. I think the first time I made friends with Xiao Chun must be in spring. "In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing all around." I asked grandpa what "smelling birds" meant, and grandpa said, smelling is listening. Don't you often hear birds chirping when you get up every morning? This is "bird sniffing". Oh, I see.
I read one by one and read many poems about spring. "Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller in the spring breeze." Oh, I know this poem. Clouds of wildfires are burning weeds, but they can't be extinguished anyway. When the spring breeze blows, weeds are reborn. "Although the country is divided, the mountains and rivers remain forever, and the vegetation turns green in spring." I also know these two sentences. I don't like the sight of the country collapsing. Although the mountains and rivers remain the same, there are grass everywhere and trees all over the street. Read: "Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me?" A pale ink picture appeared in front of me, and the last sentence of the poet used interrogative sentences, which made me imagine a picture of "When is the bright moon" and "Take care of me", showing how homesick the poet Wang Anshi is!
Zhu Youshi's poem "Spring Day": "Win the day to find the fragrance of Surabaya, and the vast scenery will be new for a while. When you are free, you will know that the east wind is always spring. " Gradually, I understood the charm of poetry and gained a lot of knowledge.
Spring, in my poetic journey, follows me all the way. It occupies an important position in the poems I have learned, giving me endless inspiration and insight, and making me understand the charm of poetry.
4. Write a composition about spring with spring poems. I don't like the heat of summer, the melancholy of autumn, the indifference of winter, but I have a soft spot for the warmth of spring.
Spring has come, and she seems to be a loving mother. She gently stroked the top of the seed's head with warm hands, and let the seed lean out of the comfortable "bed". She kissed the flowers on her cheeks with beautiful lips, making them colorful and competitive; She combed her hair with slender fingertips, let the willow take out new leaves and shake her beautiful hair; She blew gently into the sky with a fragrant breath. Let the sky be free of impurities and beautiful.
Spring has come, and she seems to be a music conductor. She directed magpies and cuckoos to jump on the branches and sing crisp and tactful songs; She directed the lovely lamb to jump, laugh and coquetry beside the ewe, making the ewe helpless and affectionate; She directed the little frog to dance on the lotus leaf, showed her musical talent and shouted loudly; She directed the little fish to swim in the water and beat the water rhythmically with her tail.
Spring has come, and she is more like an oil painter. She turned the shining white world into a colorful world; She turned the budding blue bud into a pink peach blossom grinning at us; She turned monotonous and bare brown land into green and lovely rice seedlings; She turned a silver-like seed into a fragrant golden rape flower.
5. Rewrite an ancient poem describing spring into an essay "A Spring Tour in Qiantang"-Bai Juyi.
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 lack of eastward travel of the lake and the white sand embankment under the shade of green trees.
Rewrite prose:
After eating a plate of spring rolls, I scrambled eggs with two Chinese toons, and Yuan Zhen and I each drank wine. Taking advantage of the strong wine, we went to Gushan Temple.
The steps are diffuse, the dirt road is slippery, and the crispy taste that has already been slightly smoked in the air is more intense. Looking up, Gushan Temple is close at hand. A solemn Brahma Buddha sound floated in, which suddenly made my heart feel a little solemn. But Yuan, who didn't like Amithofo, pulled me to the path leading to Jiating.
Xizi Lake, for thousands of years, has always been like a passionate and poetic girl with infinite springs in her eyes. Jia Ting is on the West Lake, like an affectionate scholar, guarding his lover, the West Lake. On this day, it is early spring weather, the clouds are low in color and shallow in shadow, and a little roll is lazily scattered at the end of the day. The waves of calligraphy are as high and ordinary as the low clouds in the distance.
Taking a rest in the wooden fence of Jiating, looking at the poplar, willow and apricot trees in the west of the pavilion from a distance, as well as the near and tall yellow-green miscellaneous trees and the delicate flowers and plants that fill the gap between this tree and that tree, I felt a little drunk. I couldn't stand the room, so I held the carved column in the pavilion. At this time, several orioles who left the nest early screamed and fought, chased them out of the Woods and disappeared in a blink of an eye.
Looking back at the north of the pavilion, there is a farmhouse. Some swallows who may live there are singing on the eaves of the pavilion, with pieces of fresh soil in their mouths. The east side of the pavilion is even more intoxicating: there are messy flowers and high flowers, which make our eyes gradually confused. A brisk horse came from the flowers, and the grass on the ground was so shallow that it drowned the horseshoes.
Looking up at the West Lake in the distance, Yang Yiyi and Baisha are really good places for spring. In the face of this situation, the lofty poetic interest in my heart is like the spring tide in Qiantang River, surging and overwhelming, and suddenly generate comes out.
6. Expand the ancient landscape poems by 300. Start the poem "Liu Yong" He Zhang Zhiyang Spring 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. The willow makeup on the shore 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.
7. How to rewrite an ancient poem into a composition in spring Today, the sun is shining, the wind is beautiful, and the footsteps of "Spring Girl" are getting closer and closer. This is a good time to go for an outing! I came to Surabaya with excitement.
Looking around, the breath of spring comes to me, and the distant mountains and green waters are not as dyed as autumn, nor as depressed as winter. It was a refreshing light green, thriving ... I picked up a small stone and threw it into the water. The water was as calm as a mirror, rippling in circles, like a big record.
In the green water as clear as emerald, small fish are chasing and playing, some are hiding in crevices, some are hiding in aquatic plants, a group of tadpoles are playing painting games like small commas, some are painting famous paintings by famous painters with friends, some are painting Zheng Banqiao's paintings with friends, and some are painting Picasso's paintings. Don't underestimate them, they are decent. I can't help but revel in it.
The willow tree by the lake hangs green branches, like a girl's hair floating in the wind in spring, like a mother's hand stroking me, so comfortable! And those bright flowers, red like fire, pink like chardonnay, white like snow, colorful flowers, so beautiful that the whole garden smells delicious. As long as someone walks in, she will be intoxicated by the fragrance and lie happily among the flowers. It is really "colorful is always spring"! Look at butterflies and bees wandering among the flowers. Adults and children are walking and admiring: "How beautiful spring is!" " .
8. The occasional poetic extension in spring is 400 words. Hello,
The two articles here can be used for reference, hoping to help you!
Fan Wenyi
It's spring season again, and I'm going to play in the suburbs.
There are faint white clouds floating in the sky, which look like pieces of white silk dancing from a distance. There is a breeze blowing in front of me, just like a child's tender little hand stroking my cheek. Near noon, the sun radiates warm sunshine and shines warmly on the body.
I walked among the willows. Strong willows are like a huge umbrella. They dance like strong girls, and their waterfall-like hair is swaying in the spring breeze. Colorful flowers on both sides of the road waved to me frequently, as if nodding to me. Unconsciously, I boarded the stone bridge in the forest. Standing on the bridge, looking around, white clouds, breeze, sunshine and flowers and willows constitute a colorful spring picture!
At this time, I miss playing with my friends in my hometown when I was a child. Being in this pleasant scenery, I was completely intoxicated. There are passers-by in twos and threes pointing at me in the distance. They don't know how happy I am! I seem to hear them talking about me and say, "Look at him, he is so old, and he is as busy as a child, playing everywhere!" " "How did they know that I was intoxicated by this beautiful scenery!
After many years, I still remember this spring outing vividly. Whenever I recall this incident, I have a deep nostalgia for my hometown!
Fan wener
On a sunny spring day, a fragrance of flowers took me out of my study and followed it to the suburbs.
There are several white clouds floating in the blue sky. Light white clouds, such as white sand and light smoke, drift towards things like a dream. The warm spring breeze gently brushed my cheek and touched you like a mother's hand. The grass sticks its head out of the ground and swings from side to side as if to say hello to everyone. In the wilderness, red, yellow and purple flowers are scattered all over the place, and the flowers are overflowing. Walking in them makes you feel refreshed and refreshed.
Near noon, bathed in warm sunshine, I strolled towards a willow tree with tender leaves. Under the spring breeze, the willow branches swayed with the wind and gently touched my face. Birds show off their crisp throats and sing melodies in the treetops. Walking along the weeping willows, I came to the river unconsciously. The newly melted river is crystal clear. The breeze blows, ripples appear on the river, and small fish are playing happily on the clear water.
Strolling among the trees and flowers, I was completely intoxicated by the gorgeous scenery. I am in a good mood! But some people say that I am learning from lazy teenagers who are wandering around. Ha ha! How do they know my mood at this time? My happiness is only known to me!
9. Spring scenery composition 400 words quoted ancient poetry. Spring is coming, spring is coming! Everything on the earth wakes up in the continuous spring rain.
Spring has come to the park. The grass sticks out, tender and green, as if to spread a green carpet on the ground. Willow sprouted, waving long green braids in the spring breeze. Peach blossoms are red and pink, like beautiful smiling faces. Winter jasmine is also in bloom, and yellow flowers are dotted with green branches and leaves. Some beautiful tulips are in full bloom, like wine glasses, and some are still in bud!
Looking at such a beautiful spring, how can animals not be moved? In the continuous spring, egrets spread their wings happily, warblers sang at will on the branches, sparrows chattered and flew from tree to tree in droves. Bees are shuttling among the flowers, butterflies are flying in the spring breeze ... Of course, some guys are singing: "We are pests, we are pests ..." Running around, clamoring to do bad things. But what can these guys do? If they dare to ruin this beautiful spring, will everything let them go?
There is a drop of crystal water on almost every leaf. Spring is like a long waterfall, written on the buds of trees. There are many tender willows growing on the weeping willows by the lake. The green leaves above are bright green. Full of energy, as if to show their strength, adding a touch of new green to the elegant spring. Cinnamomum camphora also has green shoots, and some even have green leaves. How lush and prosperous it is! What green is that? Qingqing is lively and lovely, full of energy! However, just a few beautiful words can't sum up all its connotations.
Spring is a beautiful season, driving away the cold and wind and rain in winter and bringing beautiful scenery and bright sunshine.
10. Rewrite the composition in 400~500 words as seen in ancient poems-1Rewrite the composition.
Summer dusk, the sun sets, the sky is no longer so dazzling, soft and beautiful. The red sun is like a little girl's red face. Clouds on the horizon are colorful, fiery red, golden and silver gray, just like fairies' silks and satins. Plumes of afterglow sprinkled on the sparkling lake, flashing like a layer of broken gold.
In the field, when you look around, it is green, the ears of rice bend happily, a breeze blows, and they dance happily. On the country road beside the field, small wild flowers are colorful, red, yellow and pink ... very bright. Lush trees can block the scorching sun. The river twists and turns, the river is crystal clear, and groups of small fish are alive and kicking. Smoke billows from the kitchen, and every household is cooking.
A crisp and sweet song came, and it turned out to be a dark and carefree little shepherd boy. He is wearing a straw hat, a red coat and big eyes. He rode on the back of an ox, his muddy little feet swaying at will. The old cow shouted Cleisthenes loudly, as if to accompany the little shepherd boy! A cicada was heard by the little shepherd boy, and his singing came to an abrupt end. He gently pulled the hard rope and the cow stopped. The little shepherd boy looked around with clever eyes, and suddenly a cicada appeared in his sight. The little shepherd boy jumped off the cow's back in surprise, ready to catch cicadas. The poet Yuan Mei saw this interesting scene. When he got home, he picked up a pen and wrote this ancient poem "What he saw and heard":
Cowboys ride on the backs of oxen, and songs echo in the forest. Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently.
-what I saw in ancient poetry was rewritten into composition 2
This is a summer evening, the fiery red sun has been hidden behind the mountain, the rosy clouds have dyed the sky red and the clouds red, and the fishermen shake their boats and call it a day.
At this time, a clear and crisp song came from the depths of the forest. How loud it is! I saw a shepherd boy riding an old cow. You see, he is wearing a golden hat, with big black eyes flashing, and his round little face is full of bright smiles. He sat on the cow's back, his little feet were shaking happily, and he looked so lively and lovely. The old cow quietly called "Cleisthenes", as if praising the beautiful singing of the shepherd boy!
When a crisp cicada came from a nearby willow, the shepherd boy was singing happily. Cicada interrupted the beautiful and loud singing of the shepherd boy. He stopped singing and listened carefully.
The shepherd boy's desire to catch cicadas arises spontaneously. He patted the cow and pointed to the cicada in the tree. The bull got the message and approached the cicada carefully and slowly.
Near, near, only one step away from cicada. However, the cicada has not yet felt the danger coming, and still shows its wonderful singing voice "cicada knows cicada". The shepherd boy stood up slowly from the cow's back and approached the cicada gently with his hand. At that moment, the shepherd boy's hands folded forward, and the cicada creaked and became the shepherd boy's bag.
The shepherd boy jumped down from the cow's back with a swish, revealing a cracked hand, and said with a smile, "Ha ha ha, who let you compete with me in singing?" Now is a disaster! " At this time, cicada, how can you just give up? It kept screaming and struggling in the hands of the shepherd boy, but even so, it didn't help.
The shepherd boy smiled. He jumped on the cow's back and set foot on his way home.