Chu River
At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil.
Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?
This poem was written when Li Shen was young. He witnessed farmers doing farm work without enough food and warm clothes every day.
This poem describes the hard work of farmers in farming. Farmers work under the scorching sun, and the conditions are very difficult, but many people don't know that food is bought by farmers with sweat, and they don't cherish food.
At the beginning of the poem, there are two sentences: "Till noon, when the grain is hoed, the sweat drips down the soil", which is the scene where the poet Li Shen saw the farmers carrying hoes in the fields, working in the sun and planting grain. Because the weather is very hot, sweat keeps flowing from farmers' cheeks to farmers' fields, which can't help but cause sympathy and pity. The last two sentences of the poem "Who knows that every meal is hard?"
Who knows that every grain of rice in people's bowls is planted by farmers through hard work? This is a rhetorical question. Through this rhetorical question, the poet strongly expressed his hatred for people who don't cherish food, and at the same time asked people to cherish food and the fruits of farmers' labor.
Now farmers are no longer so hard at farming, but saving food is still a fine traditional virtue of our Chinese nation; And waste is a shameful act! Save food, don't waste food, you should start from childhood, start from me! The real meaning of the poem "Who knows that every grain is hard" lies in saving and not wasting every bit of life, which also contains a person's quality and quality! Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers. Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach. This quatrain is a poem by Du Fu, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, which describes the beauty of spring. Spring is sunny and picturesque, and the spring breeze brings the fragrance of flowers and plants. Swallows flying around with mud in their nests and Yuanyang sleeping on the warm beach give people a relaxed and happy feeling.
The poet described a vibrant scene in spring with short poems, expressing the joy of the poet who experienced chaos and drift in a relatively stable and peaceful environment. Du Fu has been wandering all his life, longing for a warm and happy life like spring. Let's feel the beauty of spring together, cherish every spring and cherish the happy life now! Teacher's comment: Your expressive ability is very strong, and your ability to grasp ancient poetry is also very strong. This beautiful ancient poem is "translated" by you in almost the same beautiful language, and it still has a lingering fragrance. How beautiful! "Spring is sunny and picturesque, and the spring breeze brings the fragrance of flowers and plants. Swallows fly around with mud nests, and mandarin ducks sleep on warm beaches, which is accurate and appropriate. " The poet described a vibrant scene in spring with short poems, expressing the joy of the poet who experienced chaos and drift in a relatively stable and peaceful environment. "He accurately grasped the poet and poetry. You're amazing!
2. Write a composition with ancient poems at dusk.
The bright moonlight is like a gauze. At this moment, wearing a straw hat, straw hat is still on, staring at the brightly lit window for a long time … in a short time, it becomes a bright moon.
When I was standing in the bushes, clutching the bamboo flute in my hand and dancing ... Listen-who played the melodious flute so cheerful and soft, and two little feet swayed on both sides of the cow's back. It was a trot all the way. It turned out that the flute player was a shepherd boy who came home late on a strong cow and didn't even take off his coir.
I followed quietly, found a flat place, yawned, and he was still wearing that green hemp fiber; In the faint moonlight. Weeds danced gently-in the vast green grass on a moonlit night, gently covering the quiet field, with a slender thatch in his mouth, he came to that field again; A little shy, but with a hint of joy, I am tired, too. I stretched myself, and as the breeze echoed on the Yuan Ye, the child walked out at a brisk pace. He wore hemp fiber and returned to a thatched cottage by the stream.
As soon as I walked in, I shuttled through the forest, just like an excellent magician, so I lay down and rested, and fell asleep not far from him ... The rooster began to sing, changed himself gently, put on the small straw hat, and the sun fell into the arms of the mountains gently.
3. Write a composition with ancient poems and rewrite the Yellow Crane Tower to send Meng Haoran fireworks. In March, Meng Xiong and I rode to the Yellow Crane Tower, where we often go.
Today is the day when Brother Meng will go to West Yangzhou. I have prepared farewell wine and snacks for Brother Meng. Meng Xiong and I boarded the Yellow Crane Tower and sat at a table by the window, drinking wine and eating our snacks.
At this time, the breeze was blowing gently, blowing Meng Xiong's clothes and mine. (The author has a rich imagination. From this detail, we feel the feeling of spring and endow the article with dynamic beauty. Brother Meng and I put down our glasses, went to the window and looked at the ocean of fireworks outside. The river is sparkling and flocks of birds are flying freely in the blue sky.
(from the previous narrative to the description of the scenery, naturally. ) In such picturesque scenery, Meng Xiong and I had a great interest in poetry, and we drank good poems one after another.
When we were happy, we began to talk about our worries, ambitions and ideals. After a long talk, it's getting late and Brother Meng is leaving.
Brother Meng and I can only drink one last glass of wine. I stood up with a hip flask in one hand and a glass in the other. I slowly filled Meng Xiong with wine and poured myself another. Meng Xiong and I picked up the glass together. The description of the scene makes the reader feel immersive. Brother Meng said, "Hey! All good things must come to an end. Let's say goodbye today. I don't know when to meet again. Come on! Let's have a drink. "
Say that finish, we drink off. At this time, Brother Meng packed his luggage and said, "Dear brothers, I'm leaving."
"I'll give you another ride!" I said. Say that finish, Meng Xiong and I went downstairs together.
This sentence is not in harmony with the artistic conception of the article, so the first sentence below can indicate the destination. ) We walked hand in hand on the tree-lined path, and the scenery on the road was really beautiful, so full of spring scenery.
The green grass is dotted with wild flowers, and the trees on the roadside are sprouting and turning green. The wind is blowing, the river is sparkling, and a free bird is chasing behind us, singing with its euphemistic song, as if singing a farewell song for Meng Xiong. In such a vibrant scenery, we have no intention of enjoying it.
We were silent all the way. The beautiful scenery creates a deep sadness of parting.
With a stroke of a pen, the sadness of parting was subtly highlighted. ) came to the river, the ship has arrived, Meng Xiong was about to board, I grabbed Meng Xiong, (too suddenly, Li Bai and Meng Haoran were quite natural and unrestrained about this separation.
There will be no such dramatic performance! ) said: "I don't know when I can meet again. I wish you a pleasant journey and peace. "
Brother Meng said gratefully, "We will definitely meet again." Brother Meng got on the boat and stood at the bow. Our eyes met. He took my hand and said, "Goodbye!" The boatman paddled and the boat paddled slowly forward.
Meng Xiong stood at the bow and waved to me all the time. I waved and silently blessed Meng Xiong. The ship left and disappeared on the horizon where the water meets the sky, only the shadow of the ship could be seen.
Nearby, I saw the waves beating layer by layer and rushing to the shore. The shadow of the fish is reflected in the water; In the distance, the river is shining and rolling forward.
I have been standing by the river and never left. Watching, I sang a poem: An old friend said goodbye to the West Yellow Crane Tower, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.
My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.
He chanted willow with ancient poems.
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.
5. Write a story with ancient poetry and listen to the poet's voice in 200 words.
"The river of no return is a romantic figure through the ages". In the long river of history, ancient poems sparkled with golden light.
In the long history, there are many cultural springs. In the clear spring of culture, poets have written poems with their own talents, some of which are like mirrors, reflecting the aura of history; Some are like streams in spring, watering the flowers of the soul; Some, like the water of a big river, are magnificent.
He resigned from the county magistrate, "don't worry about poverty, don't seek wealth", retired to the countryside instead of competing with the world, and reclaimed land in the south and returned to the garden. He, with his head down, hoes chrysanthemums, raises his head to pick chrysanthemums to brew poetry wine, sings a song about wine, and can make thousands of words. The real meaning of this is that I want to tell what I have forgotten. This is Tao Yuanming's voice, indifferent to fame and fortune, uncontested from the world, calling himself Mr. It is no wonder that the world envies May 6th and can spend that indifferent year.
He, "Five Mountains travel far away to find mountains, according to my unchanging habit all my life", has experienced the Yellow River water that never goes back to the sea, and will also soar like a Dapeng bird in Wan Li. When he is lonely, he will treat the moon as a friend, but drinking with the moon alone will miss my shadow and make us three people. When he misses his friend, he will "I will think of you on the floating clouds, so I will 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 did not give up his pursuit. 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 a plum in a slow voice ... slightly sad, "cold and clear, sad and sad." Li Qingzhao, who suffered from war and family destruction, was in the incompetent Song Dynasty. Why doesn't she want a son to defend her country like Yue Fei? "I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong." The bitter water of life, dribs and drabs, how can you lose a sad word?
Looking back at the long river of history, the voices of ancient poets and poets echoed in my ears. "Today people don't know how to go to Gu Yue, but this month they are used to taking photos of the ancients." Although they didn't live in the same era, they left us precious spiritual food, which can never be eaten in life. Su Shi's When is the Bright Moon? Ask the sky for wine ... I hope people will live for a long time, and thousands of miles will last forever. Bai Juyi's narrative poem Pipa Trip is always a bright moon on an autumn night, but Li Yu's Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon is not. 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, the murmuring sound, forever, forever. ...
6. Write a composition with ancient poetry, and rewrite the composition with ancient poetry in the fourth grade.
It's a summer evening, the fiery red sun has been hidden behind the mountain, the rosy clouds have dyed the sky red, and the fishermen are rocking their boats and calling 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.
This scene was seen by Yuan Mei, a great poet who went out for a walk. Looking at the scene before him, he couldn't help but poetic, freely chanting:
The shepherd boy rode an ox,
This song shook Lin Yue.
Trying to catch cicadas,
Shut up suddenly.
7. Write a composition with ancient poems. At noon, sweat dripped down the soil.
Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard? This poem was written when Li Shen was young. He witnessed farmers doing farm work without enough food and warm clothes every day.
This poem describes the hard work of farmers in farming. Farmers work under the scorching sun, and the conditions are very difficult, but many people don't know that food is bought by farmers with sweat, and they don't cherish food.
At the beginning of the poem, there are two sentences: "Till noon, when the grain is hoed, the sweat drips down the soil", which is the scene where the poet Li Shen saw the farmers carrying hoes in the fields, working in the sun and planting grain. Because the weather is very hot, sweat keeps flowing from farmers' cheeks to farmers' fields, which can't help but cause sympathy and pity.
The last two sentences of the poem "Who knows that every grain of rice in a plate is hard" mean: Who knows that every grain of rice in people's bowls is planted by farmers with hard work? This is a rhetorical question. Through this rhetorical question, the poet strongly expressed his hatred for people who don't cherish food, and at the same time asked people to cherish food and the fruits of farmers' labor. Now farmers are no longer so hard at farming, but saving food is still a fine traditional virtue of our Chinese nation; And waste is a shameful act! Save food, don't waste food, you should start from childhood, start from me! The real meaning of the poem "Who knows that every grain is hard" lies in saving and not wasting every bit of life, which also contains a person's quality and quality! Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers.
Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach. This quatrain is a poem by Du Fu, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, which describes the beauty of spring.
Spring is sunny and picturesque, and the spring breeze brings the fragrance of flowers and plants. Swallows flying around with mud in their nests and Yuanyang sleeping on the warm beach give people a relaxed and happy feeling.
The poet described a vibrant scene in spring with short poems, expressing the joy of the poet who experienced chaos and drift in a relatively stable and peaceful environment. Du Fu has been wandering all his life, longing for a warm and happy life like spring.
Let's feel the beauty of spring together, cherish every spring and cherish the happy life now! Teacher's comment: Your expressive ability is very strong, and your ability to grasp ancient poetry is also very strong. This beautiful ancient poem is "translated" by you in almost the same beautiful language, and it still has a lingering fragrance.
How beautiful! "Spring is sunny and picturesque, and the spring breeze brings the fragrance of flowers and plants. Swallows fly around with mud nests, and Yuanyang sleeps on the warm beach, which is accurate and appropriate.
"The poet described a vibrant scene in spring with short poems, expressing the joy of the poet suffering from chaos and wandering in a relatively stable and peaceful environment." He has an accurate grasp of poets and poems. You're amazing.
8. Classical ancient poetry (which can be used for writing) is full of rivers, lakes and seas.
Crossing the mountains, seemingly strange, is known in the past. It's a dream, an ordinary trip, Jiangnan Jiangbei.
You must take an employee to a beautiful place. How many lives can you save? Laugh at the dust, and after 39 years, grow into a guest!
Wu Chudi, demolished in the southeast. Heroes, enemies of Cao Liu. Blown away by the west wind, there is no trace.
Louguan is an adult, and the flag is white before it is rolled. Sighing the world, turning sorrow into joy and looking for each other, today is still the past.
Man Jianghong's You Nan Yan and Fan Kuoyun
I laughed at Hongya and asked who cut Zhang Qian and Cui Yan. Again, the west wind is white horse, and the north village is south.
It seems that the whole monk's house is in chaos, and I want to swallow and vomit. Everything in the world and Qiu Lai has been shaken passively.
Call a bucket of wine to drink with you. Be quiet and want to find a quiet date. And Ding Ning Hugh negative, Beishan ape crane.
There is a dream of deer seeking deer in the canal. If it is not a fish, it will never be known. Looking up, the bird replied, but it was wrong to turn around.
Send Li to Sichuan for execution.
Shu Dao ascended to heaven, and a cup of clothes was given to the guests. Still sighing, middle-aged and sick, unable to leave.
The northeast is surprised by Zhuge Biao, and the southwest is more grassy. Attacking and cleaning up names is like a pen.
Don't shed the children's tears. Jingchu road, I can say. Prepare new poems, Lushan scenery.
Red Cliff is littered with stones and waves, and copper [leather] is on the third night. When plum blossom snows in Wan Li, we must remember each other.
Water tune, song head, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow.
The setting sun fills the dust, and Hu rides and hunts in the clear autumn. Han Jiaqun practiced 100,000, and the boat shrugged.
Who threw the whip and flew over? Recalling the past, blood [bone height], wind and rain worry. The season is young and the horse is mink hair.
I am old now, scratching my head over Yangzhou. Tired of swimming, I want to plant thousands of oranges by the river.
Second, the southeast scenery, ten thousand volumes of poetry books, try to ask you. Don't shoot Nanshan tiger, just seek to enrich the people!
Prelude to water melody
I love Gulling Lake, and flowers bloom in thousands of feet. Mr. Wang walks 1000 times a day and does nothing.
Where we are allied with seagulls, after today's alliance, we should not guess each other. Where is the white crane? Try to come with me.
Break duckweed, expel green algae and erect moss. Peeping fish laughs at your stupid plan, but you can't raise my cup.
In the past, there was a bright moon and a cool breeze, and how many joys and sorrows were there in the world? There is less shade on the east coast, and there are many kinds of willows.
Water Melody and Ma Shu's solo tour of Job House
The guests won't stay long. The good scenery is for you. The West Building is interested in singing, so why do you need more money?
Arouse a bright moon, shine on my body full of ice and snow, and mighty rivers flow. The whale has not swallowed the sea, and the shock wave has passed the autumn.
Wild light floats, the sky returns, and it is beautiful. I wonder how many people are worried tonight.
Who can read Old Hero? Without fame and fortune, the decision is still long. It will cost a lot of money, and I will help you tomorrow!
Prelude to water melody
I aim at being broad and dream of going to heaven. Momosu moon, the world has been pitching for thousands of years.
There are guests who love the phoenix, clouds meet the green hills and red cliffs, and meet in the cold. Drinking helps Beidou, and I will get lice in the meantime.
Brother Shao said: God is relaxed and looks like sleeping. Swan held high again and again, and the world saw Fiona Fang.
Want to sing and dream again, push the pillow to read alone, and lose all personnel? There are beauties to talk about, and autumn waters are separated.
In Klang Ganzhou, I can't sleep reading Biography of Li Guang at night, because I miss Chao Chu and Yang Min and live in the mountains together.
Play with Li Guang and give it to him.
Therefore, the general returned from drinking at night, and the pavilion untied the saddle. Hate Fuling drunk commandant, I don't know in a hurry, Tao Li is speechless.
Clap the tiger mountain and ride sideways, and the stone cracks and the string trembles. Down and out, the end of the year will be idyllic.
Who asked mother sang for a short coat and a horse to move to Nanshan? See romantic magnanimous, smile in old age.
Han debuted and became famous in Wan Li. Even healthy people used to loaf about. Outside the screen window, it is drizzling and slightly cold.
Nanxiangzi went to Jingkou and Gu Beiting was pregnant.
Where to see China? Full of scenery, Gu Bei Building. How many things have gone up and down through the ages? Youyou! The Yangtze River stretches as far as the eye can see.
I was too young to stop fighting in the southeast. Who is the world hero? Cao Liu! Children should be like Sun Zhongmou.
Broken child endowed Chen Tongfu with sophistry.
Drunk in the dream of watching the sword under the oil lamp, dreaming back to the old days of the military camp, a horn sounded. Eight hundred miles of moxibustion, fifty strings of external sound. This is a military parade on the battlefield in autumn.
Horses run like Ma Delu, bows and arrows fly like thunder. Despite the king's world affairs, he won a name before he died. Poor hair has become a white-haired man!
9. Ancient Poetry Writing Composition Bamboo Rhyme
Next to the clear mountain stream, there are lush bamboos. Drinking tea in that bamboo forest is really unique.
Today is the spring, the bamboo forest is full of manners, and the birds are singing.
That beautiful and euphemistic singing is even more wonderful.
Inadvertently, there was a faint sound of guzheng from the depths of the forest, floating around.
The notes are refreshing, as if telling the story of spring.
As soon as I heard it, it was difficult to find people in the dense bamboo forest, and there was a spring breeze.
When the wind blows, the leaves in the forest fall in succession.
I put down my teacup gently and listened to the Moon played by people I didn't know.
High ",lost in thought. ...
I closed my eyes quietly, feeling the breath of spring, and gradually forgot the sadness in my mind.
When I opened my eyes, I saw a veil of mist and a row.
Rows of bamboo and drizzling spring rain.
I picked up the teacup and tasted the fragrant jasmine tea.
My mind is empty, quietly listening to the melodious sound of the Zheng. ...
I don't know when the flute sounded faintly in the distance. Interwoven together, like a symphony specially prepared for spring.
Soon, the rhythm of various musical instruments sounded around, birds jumped around on bamboo branches, bamboo swayed in the spring breeze in Hexi, and the whole bamboo forest became more lively and full of vitality.
The fog is getting thicker and thicker, and the scenery in front of us is blurred, but the rhyme is still there.
Clearly audible.
I, completely lost in desire. ...
It's getting light. The bright sunshine in the morning penetrated through the bamboo forest and the clouds gradually dispersed.
The surrounding scenery gradually became clear.
The bamboo forest is quiet again …