This is the poem "Spring Hope" written by Du Fu in Tang Suzong in the second year of An Shi Rebellion. It's also early spring, but the scenery in spring is very different, very different.
This winter vacation, I went to my cousin's house in Xiamen and enjoyed the real scenery of Xianyue Mountain. Xianyue Mountain is full of spring, full of pine, cypress and longan.
Looking around, the mountains are green, but they are different and have their own advantages: pine trees are green, cypress trees are light green, and tall longan trees are bright green.
The beauty of green rippled in the forest. Who can believe that this is a reality of nature, not a bold dream? The shade is thick, and I look at it. At present, there is an open space, and I seem to see spring coming to me lightly on the concave and convex bluestone board.
Stepping on the drums in spring, I walked into this green ocean, a fairyland in spring. The spring breeze is stepping on the dead leaves, laughing and dancing in the leaves, leaving a silvery laughter: "sasha vujacic, sasha vujacic-"It seems that an artist is holding a huge sand hammer to accompany a beautiful Song of Spring, and I am intoxicated.
The spring breeze brings warmth, and the old leaves that withered and yellow the year before last fall with the warm spring breeze. Just like a magnificent flower, it is like colorful diamonds and amber.
You see, some leaves fell into a puddle and became a strange boat; Some fell on the green vines of Parthenocissus tricuspidata. What strange flowers! There are also a few pieces falling together to form a strange shape: "Ant Warrior" is exploring in Shenyecheng Castle with a wooden stick, and "Mantis Warrior" jumps on the "Tournament Platform" to prepare a showdown with "Cricket Swordsman".
Ah! "People walk in the mountains, as if they were in a painting world." The new buds of leaves grow sturdily, and it is a new year. Isn't our motherland developing rapidly? "West-to-East Gas Transmission", "West-to-East Power Transmission" and "Three Gorges Project" are so many things that people are proud of, don't they just prove that our motherland is developing rapidly? Reading Romance of the Three Kingdoms no longer requires "recalling Gong Jin". "A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step" is no longer realistic, but should "begin under the wheel".
Ah! "The motherland is picturesque, the city is lush, and it is a paradise!" Spring, the season of sowing; Spring is a season full of hope; Spring is the season of dreams.
Why not look forward to spring? .
This ancient poem was rewritten into a 600-word composition. A group of troops marched slowly on the Gobi desert in the frontier fortress. The armored general suddenly stopped the red mount, and the horse looked up and neighed, and the neighing echoed in the narrow valley.
They looked up and their tired eyes suddenly flashed with brilliance. A rare smile appeared on the general's bronzed face, and his trembling muscles seemed to shake off the yellow sand.
"Rest on the spot!" As soon as the general raised his whip, the powerful voice shook the rubble on both sides of the mountain.
The yellow sunset dyed the general's gray beard, and also sprinkled a mysterious color on the whole team, as if a group of heavenly soldiers would suddenly descend on the edge of this desert.
Standing on the northwest frontier of autumn parcels, heaven and earth seem to meet here. The frontier fortress seems particularly empty, lonely and deep, without the suspicion of floating clouds, only desolate and opaque maturity. The geese flying south occasionally fly across the sky and leave in a hurry to cooperate with the ancient "honor guard", but they don't miss the frontier fortress scene specially prepared for them.
This desolate northwest frontier fortress!
The autumn wind is bigger, carrying yellow sand, whipping shrunken shrubs on the roadside like a whip, whipping cold and hard stones and tired teams. The horse can't help this relentless beating, snorting and neighing. The foot soldiers were very close and buried their heads very low. Time seems to have solidified at this time.
The distant sound of vigorous retreat blew the horn, and there came the screams of war horses, the collision of armored weapons, the sound of autumn wind tearing the standard and the howl of crazy friction in the sand ... All kinds of voices were intertwined and echoed over this desert, as if only they were the owners of this land.
The wind roared, and the rolling yellow sand filled the mountains, covering up the warm yellow of the sunset, leaving a hasty pallor.
Over the camp, the rising smoke, bared its teeth, gradually swallowed up the pallor of the west. The surrounding mountains become more and more ferocious at night. Only the lonely city with closed gates, the people in the lonely city, fell asleep with the wind of the frontier fortress.
Dream? Homesick people are afraid of falling asleep.
I am so tired when marching and fighting during the day that I don't feel homesick, but when the moon is in the middle, I am in my hometown. Looking at the moon, my wife's shallow smile reflected in the middle of the month; Looking at the full moon, the mother who is over 60 years old and mending clothes is reflected in the middle of the month; Looking at the moon, the children's sweet shouts came from the moon ... but the soldiers were helpless, and their cheeks were covered with cold tears: although they were ordered to guard the border for many years, their achievements in resisting the enemy were not completed, and it was difficult to return home and could not return home!
The general poured a pot of strong liquor alone, in order to relieve the fatigue of fighting during the day and to drive away the homesickness that hit his heart. The faint light flashed in the lampshade, lengthening and shortening the general's tired figure. The general's hand moved on the battle map, thinking about the battle plan over and over again. His eyes stopped at that point on the map surrounded by mountains, and he was quietly lost in thought. Watching, watching, he seemed to see himself leading his foot soldiers to kill the enemy, invincible, and the enemy's casualties were everywhere. The foot soldiers surrounded him: "Victory! Victory! " Cheer and jump for joy. He walked out of the team and solemnly carved a big word "Song" on a huge stone. ...
The general's face is red. I don't know if it's because of the wine just now, or because he is still immersed in the picture of stone carving. The white hair on the head was reflected whiter by the red face.
Suddenly, a melancholy and desolate Qiangdi brought the general back to reality. It seems to be crying, complaining, and angry. It floats like a ghost in the whole moonlit night, once again evoking the gentlest and deepest emotion in the general's heart-infinite homesickness.
In a flash, the autumn frost outside the account climbed up the general's forehead again.
That night, the officers and men guarding the border worked hard to serve the country and fight for men's homesickness.
(Fisherman's Pride)
3. Write a story between me and ancient poetry. Listen to the poet's voice of 600 words. "The river of no return, the waves are exhausted, and the romantic figures of the ages." In the long river of history, the golden light of ancient poetry shines. In the long river of history, how many cultural springs have gathered. In the clear spring of culture, poets have written poems with their own talents, some of which are like a mirror, reflecting the aura of history; Some are like streams in spring, watering the flowers of the soul; Some of them, like the water of a big river, present magnificent waves. He resigned from the county magistrate for five buckets of rice, "regardless of poverty and wealth", retired to the countryside and plowed in the wilderness. He bowed his head to cultivate chrysanthemums, raised his head to pick chrysanthemums to brew poetry and wine, and sang wine songs, leisurely and thousands of words. The true meaning of this is also. No wonder the world envies the May 6th and can spend that indifferent time. He, "according to an unchanging habit in my life, the five mountains", has experienced the Yellow River water that goes straight into the sea and never returns, and will also soar like a Dapeng bird in the Wan Li. When he is lonely, he regards the moon as a friend. Drinking with the moon alone is to bring me my shadow and let the three of us be together. When he misses his friend, he is "I will think of you in the clouds, so I think of me in the sunset". Li Bai, who traveled all over the country and on both sides of the Yellow River, experienced serious setbacks in his career. But he didn't give up his pursuit because of it. His unrestrained personality, busy life and galloping life are as heroic as the rivers and flowing water he wrote, "Three thousands of feet". She cut the plum blossom in a slow voice ... slightly sad, "sad and miserable" Li Qingzhao, who suffered from war and family destruction, is in the body. Looking back at the long river of history, the voices of ancient poets and poets echoed in my ears. "Today people don't know Gu Yue, but this month it was like the ancients." Although they didn't live in the same era as them, they left us precious spiritual food, which will be inexhaustible in our life. Su Shi, "When is the bright moon? Ask for wine from the sky ... I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away. "But Li Yu's" Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon "won't. Ah, the ancient poetry is really beautiful, "like a river flowing eastward." Ancient poetry is like running water, and * * * sighs that life is like this. Listen, that mumbling voice is permanent, forever.
4. Composition of the second day of junior high school: 600-word ancient poem "Sorrow in Ancient Poetry"
Since ancient times, leaving sorrow has been the darling of literati, and there are countless poems about leaving sorrow. The feelings of leaving home and friends are full of cultural history. Li Bai, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty who was in a foreign land, wrote Thoughts on a Quiet Night. Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank back. I suddenly felt that my home was desolate. The author is alone in a foreign land. Looking at the bright moon, he can't help homesick. When he thinks of everything in his hometown, he can't help feeling endless sadness. He can only sing the moon, leaving this famous sentence sung through the ages. The background left home, and Li Yue once recited it; The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles. What a clever idea and strong feeling to turn nostalgia for hometown into farewell to Wan Li. Write down this famous sentence through the ages. Unlike friends for many years, Wang Bo wrote in Du Shaofu's Ren Zhou Shu: However, although China has maintained our friendship and our neighbors have been friends for many years, today they say goodbye, but they don't know when they will meet again. Naturally, they don't want to give up, but the poet wrote this beautiful farewell sentence with an optimistic attitude, without crying or making trouble, just like a child. However, in the face of parting, Wang Wei revealed his true feelings in "Send Yuan 20 An Xi": There is no reason to persuade you to drink one more glass of wine. ; In the narrative tone, the gesture of expressing affection expresses sincere farewell. On the green river bank, willows are folded in half and sent to each other, whispering this beautiful sentence that has been passed down through the ages. I like reading ancient poems and appreciating the feelings of parting in them. It seems that I have experienced a trip, lost in it, and even made me not want to wake up.
Four Seasons in Ancient Poetry
China is a country of poetry. Poetry has a long history, famous artists come forth in large numbers, and numerous works by famous artists are spectacular in Chinese civilization. Poetry expresses the author's feelings with its concise language and beautiful words.
Opening the floodgate of memory, I found my favorite poem. That's the work of Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty-Mountain Walking. The four lines in the poem read: "The stone path in the cold mountain is far away, and there are people in the depths of the white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February. "
This poem describes the beautiful scenery that the poet saw when he walked in the mountains in late autumn. The poet skillfully captured several scenery he saw on his way up the mountain: from a distance, it was a winding mountain road paved with rocks. When he reached the top of the mountain, he looked at the place surrounded by white clouds in the mountain, and several families appeared faintly. The maple leaves around him were like fire, which was even more beautiful, far better than the flowers in early spring and February. Here, there are white clouds, red leaves and bright colors; Mountain roads, maple forests and people's homes are harmonious and warm; Some poets stopped to watch the night view of Fenglin because of their love, which made the picture more affectionate. Writing autumn scenery, the whole poem has no sad and desolate atmosphere. Especially the last sentence, comparing maple leaves with flowers is very novel. The flowers in February are beautiful and charming, but when the spring breeze blows and the spring rain suddenly rises, they fall into the mud and go with the running water. But the maple leaves turned red in the struggle with autumn wind, autumn rain and autumn frost, showing great vitality. This is why the poet especially likes the maple grove. It is also the charm of this poem that has been passed down through the ages and is widely known.
Walking in the garden of ancient poems, we can enjoy all kinds of ancient poems. Farewell, spring, summer, autumn and winter, romantic scenery and scenic spots in ancient poems are all the legacy left by ancient poets to our descendants and the treasures of the Chinese nation.
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5. Appreciation of Ancient Poetry 600 words of junior high school composition is probably the scene of ancient poetry. Let me give you an example.
Rewrite Qingming
"sasha vujacic! Shashasha! " It is raining again. Rain, as light as cow hair, as fine as silk thread, and dust as fog, falls from the sky. The rain fell gently on the branches, and the buds on the branches drilled their lovely little heads, opened their beautiful little eyes and looked at everything around them curiously. The rain fell quietly on the grass, and the grass stubbornly pulled open the soil pressed on it, trying to break free. It stretched, yawned and began to greedily suck the dew of spring. A pile of grass here, a pile of grass there, covered the earth with a layer of green clothes. There are colorful flowers in the grass, including yellow rape, red roses, purple bougainvillea and white tulips, which are competing to open and compete for beauty. A few swallows buzzed in the air, as if to say, "Spring is coming! Spring is so beautiful! "
But such a beautiful scenery in the rain can't attract the attention of pedestrians coming and going on the road. They come and go in a hurry, and they are all preoccupied Some pedestrians are carrying brooms and offering sacrifices to sweep graves, thinking of their dead relatives and feeling very sad; Some leave their homes and go out to make a living, with uncertain future and depressed mood; Some people walk on the road of visiting relatives and friends, their future is uncertain, and they are more upset. The gloomy sky overhead made their mood heavier in the light rain.
Among the pedestrians, a scholar-like person is particularly eye-catching. He is Du Mu. He is thin, white-skinned, wearing a hat and carrying a bag. Mutu's gaunt face and frown formed the word "Sichuan". He shook his head and sighed as he walked. He has been on the road for several days, and this kind of "bad weather" is overcast and rainy everywhere, which makes him depressed. At this moment, his stomach growled with hunger and his throat seemed to smoke with thirst. How much he wants to find a place to rest, eat a hot meal, fill his stomach, drink some old wine, quench his thirst, warm himself up, and then have a good sleep. However, this man is a stranger. Where can he find a restaurant?
Suddenly, there was a clear and melodious flute in the distance. That voice is so crisp and sweet. Du Mu's spirit can't help it. He looked up and looked around, only to see a scalper coming head on, with a shepherd boy sitting on his back. He is about eleven or twelve years old, with a red face and bright big eyes. He is somewhat clever, cute and naughty. Mutu believes that there are villages where there are shepherds, and restaurants where there are villages. By the way, why not ask him? Thinking of this, he stepped forward and asked politely, "Little brother, is there a restaurant here?" When the shepherd boy saw him, he nodded, smiled, grimaced at him and pointed in the direction behind him with a flute, meaning: Go ahead and there will be a restaurant. Mutu understood that he quickly thanked the shepherd boy, cheered up and stepped forward. Sure enough, soon, a village was looming in the rain and fog, where the roads were full of apricot flowers, and several wine lids danced in the wind, as if waving to him ... Mutu was excited and inspired, and a seven-character quatrain blurted out:
It rained a lot during my stay in Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Pedestrians on the road want to die.
Excuse me, where is the restaurant?
The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.
6. Write a 600-word composition on the topic of an ancient poem. How bright the moonlight is at home! .
The moon in the sky is not as round as usual, and there are a few rays of moonlight without reservation. Month, is orange, in the vast, revealing a pale. In the starry sky of the past, Miss Yue is left alone in the sky today, unable to identify the direction under a dark cloth.
Outside the window, a bright moon is rippling in the air.
Inside the house, there is a deep feeling.
Our family sat in front of the balcony, talking and laughing, staring at the full moon in the sky. Yes, today is August 15-Mid-Autumn Festival.
The moon in the sky is not as round as usual, and there are a few rays of moonlight without reservation. Month, is orange, in the vast, revealing a pale. In the starry sky of the past, Miss Yue is left alone in the sky today, unable to identify the direction under a dark cloth.
Today, on this full moon day, Yue's friend left her. On this stage, she began to feel at a loss and seemed a little sad. I don't know why, but something always seems to be missing in my heart. In a flash, I felt empty and confused.
"I don't think anyone's home is warmer than ours." I don't know who said it casually.
Yes, my family is really warm, happy and happy, but I don't know why, when I heard this word, I felt a little sad. I kept repeating the word "home" in my mouth, and then the poem "I am a stranger, and I miss my family more during the holiday season" appeared in my mind. Familiar and unfamiliar places linger in front of my eyes like movies.
One meanders into the distance, and the shepherd boy drives the cows and goats everywhere. Cattle and sheep are dancing happily on the grass and eating the endless green space by the river. The children are playing in the stream by the river, making the clear Water jingle ring. Ah, this is a paradise for children!
This is a poor but happy village. There are no magnificent high-rise buildings, only dilapidated red brick tile houses. Although the ruthless years have left scars on them, they still stick to their sacred posts and watch the distance and SHEN WOO wisely.
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