Suddenly shut up and want to catch cicadas. Cheerful songs came through the forest, louder and closer.
On the winding path, a scalper came slowly, and the copper around his neck was crisp and sweet. There is a shepherd boy sitting on the back of an ox.
He is wearing a red shirt and black trousers, and his wet cloth shoes are covered with mud. On the way home, he sang aloud: the grass shop is six or seven miles away from the field, and the flute plays the night breeze three or four times.
Come back from a full meal at dusk and lie in the moonlight without taking off your hemp fiber. In the evening, there are cheerful songs and the smell of grass in the forest.
Suddenly, a louder voice sounded. The straight voice came from the poplar tree next to it.
That's Xia Chan's song, as if echoing the shepherd boy's song, and as if echoing the shepherd boy's song. The shepherd boy raised his head and looked around.
A Xia Chan is tied to the trunk of a poplar tree. It just sang and didn't seem to see the little shepherd boy.
It's small. It's really loud The tentacles on its head are really impressive.
Its thin wings are really transparent with black fine lines. The shepherd boy looked at the lovely cicada and listened to the little singer's song, and forgot to sing his own song for a while.
It was a long time before the shepherd boy came to his senses. He closed his mouth and let the cow quietly approach the poplar, then quietly stood on the cow's back, held his breath and reached out to cover the cicada. Unexpectedly, the cicada suddenly stopped singing and flew away as soon as its wings spread.
"The village is sunny in the evening, and the peach blossoms reflect fresh water. Wherever the shepherd boy goes, the gull sleeps on the cow's back. "
The shepherd boy's song rang in the forest again. I don't know where it is, cicadas sang again, and loud songs and loud cicadas echoed over the Woods for a long time.
2. Rewrite the ancient poem "Cicada" into a composition. The shepherd boy rode the ox, and his song shook Lin Yue.
Suddenly shut up and want to catch cicadas.
Cheerful songs came through the forest, louder and closer.
On the winding path, a scalper came slowly, and the copper around his neck was crisp and sweet.
There is a shepherd boy sitting on the back of an ox. He is wearing a red shirt and black trousers, and his wet cloth shoes are covered with mud. On the way home, he sang aloud: the grass shop is six or seven miles away from the field, and the flute plays the night breeze three or four times. Come back from a full meal at dusk and lie in the moonlight without taking off your hemp fiber. In the evening, there are cheerful songs and the smell of grass in the forest.
Suddenly, a louder voice sounded. The straight voice came from the poplar tree next to it. That's Xia Chan's song, as if echoing the shepherd boy's song, and as if echoing the shepherd boy's song.
The shepherd boy raised his head and looked around. A Xia Chan is tied to the trunk of a poplar tree. It just sang and didn't seem to see the little shepherd boy. It's small. It's really loud The tentacles on its head are really impressive. Its thin wings are really transparent with black fine lines.
The shepherd boy looked at the lovely cicada and listened to the little singer's song, and forgot to sing his own song for a while.
It was a long time before the shepherd boy came to his senses. He closed his mouth and let the cow quietly approach the poplar, then quietly stood on the cow's back, held his breath and reached out to cover the cicada. Unexpectedly, the cicada suddenly stopped singing and flew away as soon as its wings spread.
"The village is sunny in the evening, and the peach blossoms reflect fresh water. Wherever the shepherd boy goes, the gull sleeps on the cow's back. " The shepherd boy's song rang in the forest again. I don't know where it is, cicadas sang again, and loud songs and loud cicadas echoed over the Woods for a long time.
3. I only know a little about rewriting the junior middle school text cicada into a poem. It will be difficult to have good works for a while, so I present poems from my predecessors to relieve your anxiety ~ ~
cicada
-Don Li Shangyin
The pure heart is hungry because of this, and you sing in vain all night.
Oh, this last broken breath, in the green indifferent trees! .
Yes, I am like a driftwood. I have made my garden full of weeds.
I thank you for your sincere advice and live a pure life like you.
cicada
-Tang Yu Shinan
The weeping ear drinks clear dew, and the sound is like sparse tung.
Cicada is far away from cicada because cicada is on a tall tree, not relying on autumn wind.
cicada
-Tang Yong Tao
The cicada in the tall tree got into the night cloud, worrying not only about me but also about you.
When I have nothing to do, I don't seem to smell it every time.
cicada
-Don Xu Hun
I don't know why I like autumn.
Zhumen has a long chanting sound, right next to the sad people, sending them sorrow.
cicada
-Tang
Drinking cicadas will shake the rain and fall on high locusts, and mountain ants will move into stone steps.
If you want to see the beauty of Qin Lou, you should also unplug the golden hairpin.
cicada
-Don Lu Guimeng
Only rely on the wind, all rely on yang vitamins.
What is the clearness of a belly, and the thinness of double feathers is even less.
Trade mink gold for wine and draw a sparrow map.
Fear is a thousand-year-old hatred, which makes the sunset roar.
cicada
-Don Zhang Qiao
When Qiu Chan was first sad, he was a guest for a long time.
Those once feelings, last year, where to sing.
Listen carefully to the aftertaste and look back at the old sound later.
Whose tree is intermittent, and the cool wind sends you away.
cicada
-Luo Tang Ye.
When I first entered the new autumn, the most surprising thing was the cicada singing.
Can make the season wither and worry about listening to the mountains and rivers.
Don't get drunk by the strings, rely on the willows to scratch your feelings.
My hometown is still melancholy, and the situation is that the years have traveled to Wan Li Road.
cicada
-Don Luo Yin
I have never wasted my time in heaven and earth. I will borrow your voice from you.
The wind is full of dew today, so forget when I was muddy.
cicada
Don Xu Yin
Cold sound is better than other insects, crowned with wings and impoverished with temples.
Since then, shelling has become a commonplace, and the voice is as sad as last year.
In the morning, chrysanthemums bloom, and in the evening, Sophora leaves fall with the wind.
From then on, the most amazing guest, where to live, flew to the ceiling.
cicada
—— Tang Xuetao
Dewdrops are far away, and the wind blows several leaves together.
Sounds like people, each living in a branch.
Two cicadas
-Tang
The cicada sang the branches of the ancient pagoda tree at first, and it was sad and intermittent.
After the rain, I suddenly heard who suffered the most, and I was homesick in a lonely house in a foreign land.
The rotten willow cicada sings the muddy river next to it, just like the horn of the sun ringing.
There is less sadness when you are ordinary, and more sadness when you hear it.
cicada
-history
In the muddy shape, the wings will be healed.
Qiu Lai has no leisure. He embraces the cold stems.
4. Three ancient poems of cicada, lonely goose and partridge, expanded to 300 words. You live on a tall branch, and it's hard to fill your stomach. Whether you pretend to be lofty or you complain, it's all in vain after all. We can't get rid of poverty and hunger in life. Your chatter continued until the dawn of the fifth watch, because you were almost cut off by fatigue. However, the leaves of a tree are still so green and vibrant, and they are not sad for the cicada's moan, but they look so cold and have no sympathy. I am an assistant in many places. I am a humble official, wandering around like a puppet in the water. What's more, the weeds in my hometown and the weeds in the wild have become one, and people have no place to stay in the fields. Your integrity and purity are in the same strain as mine. I am well aware of your difficulties. I, a small official who has a similar situation with cicada, should also stick to my own ethics and lead an honest and clean life, which inevitably makes me want to go home.
Lonely goose-this is a lonely goose. It doesn't drink or peck. It just kept flying and screaming, and its voice revealed that it missed its companion very much. Not only miss, but also desperately pursue, is a passionate and persistent "lonely goose." In the vast sky, this lonely gosling is just a "shadow", lost in the "thousand clouds" with the geese. At this moment, I feel anxious, anxious and confused. The sky is high and the clouds are light. It doesn't know where to find its lost partner. It is entangled in thoughts and tortured by pain, forcing it to fly constantly. It looks up to the sky, constantly looking for and expecting, as if the lost geese are shaking in front of it forever; It purrs and barks, as if the songs of its companions have been echoing in its ears; Therefore, it has to keep chasing and calling. Its feelings are urgent, its heart is painful and tired. The wild crows don't understand this, they don't understand it at all, and they keep making noise and enjoying themselves.
Partridges chase and play in the warm smoky wasteland, only to see their colorful feathers so neat; Look at their behavior, the category is similar to that of lively pheasants in peacetime. When the sky is gloomy and the rain drops, it quietly passes through the green grass fields of Baqiu Lake, Dongting Lake and Southeast Lake. When the petals of Huangling Temple fell in succession and scattered into a colorful place, only the sound of partridges crying was heard, tactfully and sadly. As soon as the guests in a foreign land hear the chirp, they can't help but raise their arms, wipe away their tears and let them wet their sleeves; As soon as the beauty heard the song, she began to sing "Partridge" full of lovesickness, and her blue and black eyebrows drooped. On the broad Xiangjiang River, the sound of partridges is one after another, and the feelings of people in the same unfortunate situation are harmonious; The partridge in the dense bamboo forest is looking for a warm nest, and the sunset is about to set, bringing sadness and bitterness.
5. The ancient poem "Book Wrath" was rewritten into a composition. When I was young, I decided to explore the Central Plains. I didn't expect it to be so difficult. I often look north at the Central Plains, my blood is boiling, and my grievances are like mountains. I remember beating up the nomads from Guazhou and releasing warships on a snowy night. The autumn wind swept Ma Benteng, recovering the good news of the big three passes. I think I compared myself to the Great Wall of Wan Li, and made a great wish to sweep away the border troubles for the motherland. Up to now, it is empty talk to expect the recovery of the Northern Expedition. People can't help but miss Zhu Gekongming. "One mold" really lives up to its reputation. Who made every effort to lead the three armies to the Han Dynasty and establish the Central Plains in the north?
Appreciation of Indignation:
The whole poem closely follows the word "anger" and can be divided into two parts. The first half describes Mr. Xie, who made up his mind to recover lost ground in his early years, while the second half laments that he will never come again and his ambition is hard to be rewarded.
"When I was young, I knew that the world was difficult, and the Central Plains looked like a mountain." At that time, he went to the front line against gold, looked north at the Central Plains, withdrew his lofty aspirations and was firm as a mountain. When a hero is useless, he will return to the memory of Kingoma Iron. At that time, the poet looked north at the Central Plains, and the heroic spirit of recovering lost land was like a mountain, full of courage. The poet never thought it would be so difficult to kill the enemy and serve the country. I thought, "I am selfless and serve my country, then my country will do it for me." I didn't expect traitors to obstruct the destruction, so that they were repeatedly ousted? " At the beginning of the poem, the poet asked himself how depressed he was.
The story of the building describes the battle between Song Bing and the nomads from the southeast and northwest, and also summarizes the poet's past travels-the author was a judge and advocate in Zhenjiang at the age of 37 and an aide to Wang Yan in Nanzheng at the age of 48. When Lu You was in the army, he rode on the Wei River one night. Later, he recalled this incident and wrote: "When I was a teenager, I was brave enough to join the army!" Riding a pottery hippo alone, wading in the Weihe River, and winning the gold medal at night "("The Wind and Rain at the End of the Year "). He visited the front line of the third pass several times. Later, there were also "I once went from Rong Qing to the Weihe River, and I was near a thief. "The poem" The iron clothes on the horse are frozen, and sometimes you don't eat for three days "("Some thoughts on taking rice and cooking in Jiangbei Village ") traces this kind of fighting life. At that time, looking at the northern Central Plains, it was also heroic. However, in September this year, Wang Yan was transferred back to Lin 'an, and his special envoy in Fu Xuan was also scattered in the government's staff, and the Northern Expedition once again became a bubble. The glorious past summarized in these two sentences is in sharp contrast with the present situation of "intentional killing of thieves and inability to return to heaven". "I am afraid to wait for me and hate him for another year." If the poet wants to restore the Central Plains today, his heart is full of tears. From the perspective of poetic art, these two poems also show Lu You's great poetic talent. When "building a ship" is combined with the images of "night snow", "iron horse" and "autumn wind", it is two vast and magnificent battlefield scrolls. Image selection is very clean and typical.
"The Great Wall is empty, and the decline in the mirror has started." The years are not alive, the prime of life is over, the ambition is not paid, and the temples are spotted first. This is lamented day and night by poets who have dedicated themselves to their country. Lu You is not only a poet, but also a conceited strategist. It's a pity that I don't have a layer of excellent talent in my life. "Don't treat a scholar lightly, and you can hit a thief when you get on the horse" ("Yelling"), and "Wan Li's heart is lifelong, holding the predecessor of Zhou Wang" ("Reading the Art of War at Night") is his eternal wish. In the sentence "On the Great Wall", the poet borrowed Tan Daoji, a famous poet of Liu and Song Dynasties, to express his ambition. This shows that when it was young, it was magnificent, defending the country, and it was sharp-edged. However, nowadays, the poet's unfulfilled ambition is all tied to the word "emptiness". Ambition failed, struggle failed, everything failed, but looking at myself in the mirror was the first spot to decline, and my head was smashed. Compared with each other, they are full of sadness. This ending is not the disappointment of the poet, nor the poet's failure to try his best, but the misunderstanding of the villain and the grinding of the world. The author has a heart, but God won't. Sorrow is depression and anger.
"If you are a teacher, your real name. Who can compare with you in a thousand years! " Tail couplet also uses code to clarify the will. Zhuge insisted on the Northern Expedition. Although he is a "true teacher", he is famous all over the world. "No one is as good as Millennium". After thousands of years, no one can compare with it Obviously, the poet's code deliberately belittles the mediocre villain in charge of the ruling and opposition parties, indicating that his ambition to restore the Central Plains will also be "famous in the world". The poet can't find comfort in reality, so he has to put his soul longing for comfort in the future, which is naturally helpless. The poet has to pour out his frustration when he is depressed. Through Zhuge Liang's allusions, I pursue the achievements of the sages, indicating that my patriotic enthusiasm will never change, and I am eager to emulate Zhuge Liang and display my ambitions. Looking back at the whole poem, we can see that every sentence is full of gas, and every word is full of gas. Poetry is full of anger.
Book Anger is one of the seven famous sentences of Lu You. The whole poem is full of gloomy feelings and profound charm, which is obviously due to Du Fu. The two couplets are stable to the works, especially the words "shipbuilding" and "iron horse" in the couplets, which are heroic and widely read by people. This kind of poem comes from his personal experience and is full of his understanding of political life, which is incomparable to those works that show off their talents.
6. Cicada was rewritten into the prose Cicada in the south of the city.
Yu Shinan was a famous calligrapher in the early Tang Dynasty and served as secretary supervisor. It was named "Yu Yongxing" in Yongxing County. This poem may have been known to Emperor Taizong.
The cicada in the poem is a lofty and noble image.
The first sentence, "hang your head and drink clear dew", ostensibly talks about the shape and feeding habits of cicadas, but in fact it uses the method of comparison to imply the prominence and incorruptibility of your position.
The quality of. Cicada's head has two tentacles, which look like a hat band tied by an official under his neck; The ancients thought that cicadas lived in tall trees and drank only clean dew, which was solid and stable.
Use "drinking clear dew" to symbolize people's noble character. In fact, cicadas live by sucking the juice of plants. Where can they only drink dew?
The second sentence, "Flowing as a sparse tree", writes cicadas. Why is the continuous cicada singing coming from the sparse plane tree? This is due to
Because the phoenix tree is a noble and supernatural tree in the eyes of the ancients, it is said that birds such as phoenix wind will not live on it. "If the king appoints a moral person, the plane tree will be born."
Yu Dongxiang (see "Ruiying Map" quoted by Beginners). Poets compare themselves to cicadas, and their purrs are extraordinary. "Tong" is preceded by the word "sparse".
It not only makes people feel that "flowing voice" is easy to spread, but also corresponds to the song sentence "autumn wind"
"Keep your voice high and don't be caught in the autumn wind" is the discussion triggered by the above two sentences. "high"
"Height" has two meanings: first, it actually refers to the height of the phoenix tree where cicadas live, and second, it means Kaku Takashina, who drinks clear dew. Compared with people, it not only
High status, high character. If the character is not high. Even ugly, even high status, will not be respected. Only high status and character.
Gao, his voice has great influence, and he can spread his reputation far and wide without some outside support. The poet expressed this meaning through the image of cicada.
Here it comes. A Qing poet Shen Deqian said in his Tang Poetry: "The will of life is lofty. Every time a cicada sings its voice, it respects its sex alone. " Today's Liu Shuiji's Tang Dynasty
The essence of the sentence says: "Three or four sentences convey feelings through cicadas, and those who can stand upright and incorruptible can be famous far and near."
Besides this poem, Li Shangyin's Cicada and Luo's A Political Prisoner Listening to Cicada are also famous. Shi Li said, "It is futile for a pure heart to starve because of this.
Don't want to waste your voice Oh, this last broken breath is in the green and indifferent trees! . Yes, I disappeared like a driftwood. I made my garden full of weeds. I thank you for your advice and let you live a pure life like you. "The first four sentences are written.
Elephants are similar to Yu Shinan's poem Cicada, but they show the cold environment. The last four sentences are about thoughts and feelings, expressing Guan Bo's wandering and returning to his heart.
Love. Luo Shi: "The cicadas are singing in the west (referring to autumn), and the guests in the south crown (referring to prisoners) are thinking deeply. An unbearable shadow hung over the temple, breaking the heart of a white-haired prisoner. He struggled to fly in the fog,
His pure voice was drowned in the wind world. Who knows if he is still singing? Who will listen to me? ? "The poet used cicada as a metaphor to combine Qiu Chan's embarrassment with his own misfortune. Qing people make up for it
China's Poems on Servants says: "Poetry is more than 300, and the Tang people still have this idea. The same chanting, Yu Shinan's high-pitched voice spread far away. Without the autumn wind'.
Tsinghua people; Luo's "His flight is heavy through the fog, and his pure voice is drowned in the world of wind" is a person in need of help, while Li Shangyin's "Pure heart is hungry, and it is futile for you to sing all night" is an unhappiness.
Language. Bixing is different. "Because of the author's different positions, experiences and temperament, the three famous" Singing Cicada "have different eyes and moods for observing cicadas.
And form artistic images with different personality characteristics.
7. 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 are bent, and 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
It was a summer evening, the fiery red sun had been hidden behind the mountain, the rosy clouds had dyed the sky red, and the fishermen shook their boats and called 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 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.