In the evening, I read silently, as if I came to the Surabaya River. On a beautiful day with beautiful spring and flowers, I took my family for an outing along the beautiful Surabaya River.
In the distance, on high mountains, with dense trees, full of green. At the foot of the mountain, the clear Surabaya River melts and jingles happily.
Some small fish in the river are swimming, some are playing hide-and-seek in the grass, and some are chasing and fighting. On the nearby grassland, green grass, green leaves and all kinds of small flowers gather together like a market.
Spring breeze is like a box of colorful pigments, blowing across the grass, and the grass quietly sticks out and stretches the green leaves; It blows through the willow, and the willow branches dance, like a little girl's long hair floating in the wind; It blows over the peach trees, and the peach blossoms open shy petals ... The scenery along the Surabaya coast is brand-new and full of vitality. I think: people are usually busy with their own work, and only in their leisure time can they bring their families here for an outing, bathe in the spring breeze and enjoy the beautiful scenery.
I splashed ink and wrote the poem "Spring Day": Winning the sun to find the beautiful waterfront, the boundless scenery is new for a while. Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere.
"The weekend is here, and we can have fun!" The classmates cried happily. I sighed and said, "You have a good time, I ... Alas! My weekend is occupied by my mother! My mother gave me many cram schools, including dancing, playing the piano, drawing, writing and English. Every weekend is full, how can I have time to play! " I know my mother enrolled me in these extra-curricular classes for my own good, but these extra-curricular classes are like five heavy burdens, which make me breathless.
It is difficult to go to cram school. I was exhausted from practicing dancing from two to five in the afternoon.
Once, I was tired and thirsty. As soon as the teacher called "class dismissed", I rushed out and bought a bottle of mineral water to drink. After playing the piano for two hours without rest, my finger seems to be broken.
Painting is a test of patience. Sometimes when I'm in a hurry, I can't use an eraser. I scratch the paper when I wipe it and have to redraw it. It's really annoying Learning English requires trying to remember words. There are a lot of homework assigned by the school. How can you possibly have time to recite it? Alas, the weekend is for us to have a good rest, but when can I have a relaxing weekend? .
2. Gu Quan's poems (200 words) live in villages.
Qinggaoding
Grasshoppers fly in February,
Brush willows on the embankment, get drunk and smoke in the spring.
The children came back early from school,
Use Dongfeng to fly a kite.
To annotate ...
(1) Village residence: Living in the country.
⑵ Brush willow: The branches of willow are very long, hanging down and swinging slightly, as if touching the bank.
(3) Drunk: intoxicated, intoxicated.
(4) expulsion from school: after school.
5. Paper kite: kite: eagle. Kite: A kite.
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The author of Village Residence is Gao Ding, a poet in Qing Dynasty. This poem describes the scene of spring when the poet lived in the country and the scene of children flying kites after school. In early spring and February, the grass grows and the willows brush the embankment, and the children fly kites with great interest. There is a scene where someone has something to do, full of life interest, and draws a lively "happy spring picture". Between the lines of the whole poem, the poet's joy and praise for the coming of spring are revealed.
Extension you want:
It's a sunny morning. Green land, warm sun, green willows and red flowers are spring scenery everywhere.
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep. On the eaves, a pair of birds are singing a beautiful Haruka, with a voice as clear as a silver bell.
In the room, Gao Ding, a poet who had just been immersed in a beautiful dream, was awakened by the singing of birds. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and found that it was already dawn. So Gao Ding immediately got dressed and got up. The moment he opened the door, he was completely intoxicated with the beautiful scenery of spring in front of him. He couldn't help but open his arms and close his eyes, breathing in the intoxicating breath of spring, as if he himself were in it. At this time, in the face of such a beautiful spring, Gao Ding immediately sprouted the idea of sketching.
After cleaning up, Gao Ding packed his bags and set off.
Along the way, birds sang with him and butterflies danced with him. The gentle wind blew on his face, and the fragrant flowers made him more interested. Come to a clearing not far from the river bank, Gao Ding stopped. "This is really a treasure house of painting!" While talking to himself excitedly, he happily took out his tools and devoted himself to painting the beautiful scenery in front of him.
Green grass flourishes in the sun; Crowds of orioles chase and play happily in the sky. The willows on the shore can't help swinging their soft branches and dancing with the rhythm of spring. At this time, a warm east wind blew, blowing laughter and a group of lively figures. It turns out that children learn early today, and everyone unanimously decided to fly kites in the east wind. "Fly a kite!" In the cheers of everyone, colorful kites flew into the blue sky. At the moment, children are like the spirits of spring, chasing and playing freely in the spring breeze. ...
Gao Ding looked at the beautiful scenery of harmonious coexistence between man and nature, and couldn't help but be poetic and wrote in the painting-
In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.
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Write an ancient poem composition describing spring in 300 words. After eating a plate of spring rolls, I scrambled eggs with two Chinese toons, and Yuan Zhen and I drank wine separately. 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.
4. What are the ancient poems describing spring (Meng Haoran)
In the spring morning, I woke up easily.
Birds are singing everywhere around me.
But now I remember that night, that storm,
How many fallen flowers are there?
Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" has long been widely circulated, and it is well known to women and children. Many people interpret the theme of this poem as "cherishing spring", but it is not entirely true. Recently, I have carefully read many pastoral poems of Meng Haoran, and have a new understanding of the poem "Spring Dawn".
"In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere. But now I remember that night, that storm, and I want to know how many flowers were broken. " Many people think that the focus of the poem lies in the last two sentences, that is, the main idea of the poem is to lament that spring is fleeting. However, combined with the poet's other poems, the poet's living conditions and historical background at that time, there is another taste in it. Although the first sentence "I woke up briskly this morning in spring" is too popular and makes people feel powerless, in fact, the key sentence is the first sentence, which has a unique sigh and experience for the poet in spring mood.
This sentence shows those who are sleepy in spring, that is, the carefree world of "elegant people" At that time, intellectuals were mostly officials in the DPRK, so they had to go to court early and could not sleep at all. And those hermits who despise the fame and fortune that the secular is keen on can also "sleep without knowing" in spring. They stand outside the splendor, detached from the secular, and integrated into the elegance and tranquility of nature, which is enviable. Meng Haoran's good friend Wang Wei's sixth poem "Pastoral Music" is very similar to this poem: "Peach blossoms are full of rain, willow green is full of spring smoke. The flowers fell and the children didn't sweep, and the guests in Ti Ying Mountain were still sleeping. " Sleep soundly in the spring morning after the rain, peach blossoms outside the window contain rain, and English is colorful; Indoor elegant people are carefree and intoxicated by the beautiful scenery of Yangchun-this is a typical China flavor, an elegant artistic conception and a carefree world for hermits. This carefree world is similar to what Tao Qian said, "Picking chrysanthemums under the hedge and seeing Nanshan leisurely".
Meng Haoran was an idyllic poet and a recluse poet. He admired Tao Qian in the Six Dynasties and wrote many recluse poems such as Chunxiao. Among them, Li's admiration for Sleeping Garden is even more obvious: "I love the interest of Taoism, and gardens have no vulgar feelings. Spring thunder is full of flowers, and cold food is bright. " However, in history, Meng Haoran did not take the initiative to live in seclusion, but wandered around the rivers and lakes because he failed to be admitted to the official position and lived in Lumen Mountain. Legend has it that he traveled to Beijing at the age of forty and became good friends with Wang Wei and Zhang Jiuling. On one occasion, Wang Wei invited him into the palace to talk about poetry. He didn't want Tang Xuanzong to come suddenly. Wang Wei hid Meng Haoran under the bed and reported it to Tang Xuanzong. Xuanzong summoned Meng Haoran and ordered him to write a poem. Haoran wrote a poem entitled "Going to the South Mountain at the End of the Year" and "I slipped and was exiled by the Ming monarch". Xuanzong was very unhappy: "You didn't want to be an official, but I didn't abandon you. Why do you accuse me? " As a result, Haoran lost the last opportunity to ask for an official. Meng Haoran's heart is still full of anguish and chagrin for his failure to display his talents and get an official position. In addition to the poem "Going to Nanshan at the end of the year", the last four sentences in Lin Dongting are "It is better to be idle than to cross without a boat." Just as I am sitting here watching a fisherman casting, I feel like a squid. " Show it more incisively and vividly. Therefore, constrained by the feudal imperial system and imperial examination system at that time, it was also a helpless move for the poet Jing Ya to live in seclusion in the mountains and seek his soul outside the secular world.