In the spring of the second year of Tang Suzong (AD 759), Li Bai was exiled by the emperor because of the case of Li Lin in Wang Yong. When Li Bai went to Baidicheng via Sichuan, he suddenly received a pardon letter from the emperor. Li Bai was pleasantly surprised and immediately rowed the boat to Jiangling. So the title of this poem is also called Xiajiangling. This poem describes the author's joy and carefree mood at that time.
So:
In the second year of Gan Yuan (AD 759), Mr. Li Bai was determined to kill thieves and didn't understand politics. Wrong into the Wang Yong lilin shogunate, the result didn't and an Shi rebellion, Shi Siming's sons to play a game, just because there are other centers, and ate the hook! Be demoted to yelang. (that is, the name that Guizhou and Hunan are now vying for), fortunately, the ancient traffic was underdeveloped, and I went to Baidicheng, Sichuan, where Liu Bei died, and the emperor gave me an Amnesty, haha! The poet fairy is alive again!
Friends are here, let's celebrate! Drink it! Will enter the wine! Seeing that there was still hope for his career, after drinking, Comrade Li Bai got on the boat and went down to Jiangling to see if there was any further development. As a result, after drinking all night, I got on the boat in the fog and fell into the cabin, sleeping soundly. I didn't wake up from thirst on the road, but I fell asleep. I didn't leave the cabin until the ship stopped, huh? Here we are!
Great! Write a poem to celebrate:
Say goodbye to the colorful clouds in Baidicheng-the mist in the morning is dizzy like colorful clouds, and the clouds are dizzy!
It's so fast to go back to Jiangling a thousand miles a day, especially when you are drunk and sleeping!
The apes on both sides of the strait kept crying-they didn't leave the cabin, only heard the apes crying!
The canoe has passed Chung Shan Man-I didn't see the mountain, I overslept, hehe!
Brewmaster, the immortality of poetry and sword!
Pure hand tour, encourage it!
2. Rewrite or expand the ancient poetry of 1 600 words. "See you at the first dinner in Lotte Yangzhou" has been rewritten for 23 years, for 23 years! Dude, how many 23 years can there be in life? Thinking of one's life, relying on one's own talents, thinking of one's own talents and talents, and thinking that one can make great achievements in this life, I joined the political reform movement.
Who would have thought that in the end, he was persecuted and exiled to the bitter, cold and desolate place of Bashan Chushui, and it was 23 years in a blink of an eye. In a place like this, there are no friends and confidants, so I have something to say to myself.
Sadness and depression, no one can understand; Occasionally there is happiness, and no one shares it. Sometimes, I really doubt how I survived those 23 years.
Sometimes, I think sadly, maybe I will never see my friends again in my life. Every time I think about this, I always feel dejected and even shed tears.
At that lonely and painful time, I thought of Xiang embroidery in Jin Dynasty more than once, and thought of his Thoughts on Old Fu. In such a sad environment, with a sad mood, and then to taste the sad words, 23 years finally survived, and finally can be down-to-earth in my hometown, how sad it is.
However, the scenery in my hometown remains the same, and the personnel have already changed. Childhood dreams, I don't know which stream and which mountain ridge I left.
Sadly, I found that I had been isolated from the world for thousands of years. Dude, I used to watch Strange Tales and the beginning of Wang, which was a myth.
But now, I think I am the king! I am even sadder to find myself behind the trend! Look at the officialdom, those younger generations, those little people, all proud of the spring breeze and cocky. That arrogance, that spirit! In contrast, I became a country clown, like a shipwreck on the river, watching Qian Fan race on the river; Like a dead tree, I am looking forward to the arrival of spring with all my heart. When spring really comes, I can't breed new green.
Oh, don't say that! It's rare for you and me to get together today, so we should be happy. What do you think of sadness, sorrow, all pain, all pain? Go to hell! Come on, man, it's hard to have fun in life, and it's hard to get drunk in life. Let's drink to the new poem you just gave me.
3. Ask the ancient poetry to be rewritten into a composition, narrative, 600 words-rewrite the composition you see 1.
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
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.
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. I like to write compositions with ancient poems in autumn; The spring scenery in the 600-word ancient poetry is breathtaking, with flowers and willow smoke formations. "Bathed in spring, stepping in the footsteps of spring, with deep nature and hope, I came to see spring again.
Full of green in spring. "The spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan. When will the bright moon shine on me?" With the harmonious spring breeze, everything has recovered its former vitality. "The sky is raining, the autumn is crisp, but the grass is not nearby." The grass comes out of the ground, but it is faint, just like the hair on a newborn baby, hazy and beautiful; "I don't know who cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors." The willows sprouted and the dense forest turned green.
"The fragrant tree has no flowers, and the spring birds crow all the way." Spring is so beautiful, so natural and so harmonious. "The shade of spring hangs green grass, and there are flowers and trees." It is unadorned green, pure green with natural decoration, which touches people's hearts and infiltrates people's thoughts.
Spring is hazy. "Apricot flowers are wet, and the wind blows cold." The arrival of spring brings a continuous drizzle. He connected spring with the earth and the world with the hazy sky like a crystal silver line. "Smoke and water are sold at the beginning, and the east wind blows willows." The spring rain is hazy, not as deep as the dark clouds before the storm, not as confused as the fog.
Spring is lively. "Fish comes out in the drizzle, and Yan is inclined in the breeze." In the bright spring, the fish jumped out of the pond, and the swallows glided across the sky with the breeze. "The grass tree knows that spring will come back soon, and all kinds of red and purple flowers are vying for grass." Spring is a kaleidoscope, a vibrant scene. The vitality of spring is so full of vitality, which is manifested in everything. The grass tried to wear its body out of the soil. Show their green posture. "The old tree has flowers, but no ugly branches." Big trees sprout new buds, grow strong bodies and expose dense green leaves. Small fish scrambled to jump out of the water and breathe the spring air. What beautiful and harmonious colored paintings!
"Spring is annoying, and a few flowers fall all over the ground." The drooping begonia on the pond has blossomed pink, a bunch, a roll and a branch, like a crimson cloud full of trees. It is light and lovely, so beautiful that people can't help but hold their breath to see it. The wind passed without a trace, but it blew off many petals, which fell with the wind and gently whirled into the blue waves.
The air in spring is beautiful. Although it seems inappropriate, I can't think of any words to describe it. This is the so-called "only knowing and not saying".
Flowers in spring forest are more charming, and birds in spring are more sad.
Spring is green, spring is hazy, and spring is full of vigor and vitality. Her green is bright, hazy and beautiful, and her vitality shows some vitality. What a beautiful spring!
It's spring, hazy and bright.
It's spring and it's refreshing.
It's spring, vaguely full of hope.
6. Write a composition with ancient poems by Zhang Zhi-Liu Yong
Jasper dressed up as a tree,
Ten thousand green silk tapestries hang down.
I don't know who cut off the thin leaves,
The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Su Shi-Rain after Chu Qing on the Lake
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy.
If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate.
Yuan Zhen-chrysanthemum
The bushes in autumn are like Taoist priests,
It leans around the fence.
Not that chrysanthemums are more popular among flowers,
This flower is even more flowerless
Wang Anshi-Meihua
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone.
I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.