On the Yuan Ye, an old cow leisurely tasted the green grass, and the little shepherd boy ran and moved slowly and carefully between Yuan Ye under the temptation of butterfly dance.
In the evening, the sun, which has been active all day, gradually converges its light and becomes gentle, like a red lantern with a soft flame, hanging on the edge of Yuan Ye and the sky. Maybe it was suspended for too long, only to see it sink slowly and stop smoothly as soon as it touched the ground. It seems that with the support of vilen, it once again playfully jumped onto this huge green bed. The endless Yuan Ye was dyed dark green by the sunset. Looking at the sunset on the Yuan Ye, the little shepherd boy was too surprised to blink, for fear that the red lantern would be swept away by a giant hand in the blink of an eye. The little shepherd boy watched with wide eyes. Suddenly, the sunset shivered twice. Finally, like a naughty little rabbit, he quietly got into the grass with a light and agile tapping sound and said "goodbye" to the little shepherd boy.
That night, the wind blew gently again, and the clouds seemed to feel the end of the sunset glow. On the horizon, the slightly reddish clouds also dispersed. Reluctantly, he put on a black veil and walked away.
It's getting dark and the fields are much quieter.
Suddenly, with a light flute, the silent vilen suddenly came alive again. Then, the flute became louder and louder and closer. Following the sound, I saw an old cow walking slowly. It turned out to be a little shepherd boy. I saw him wearing a hat and hemp fiber, sitting on the back of a cow, playing the flute tirelessly, teasing the evening breeze, with a little coolness. The grass on the Yuan Ye seems to understand the flute and dance together in the hazy twilight. The flute went through the Woods, jumped over the Yuan Ye and drifted far away. ...
At the entrance of the village, the white-haired grandfather of the shepherd boy is waiting for his little grandson who lives alone to return from grazing. The appearance of an old man and a young man has added some warmth to the cool vilen and small villages.
The shepherd boy and grandpa are full, and it is completely dark, but there is still a faint light of the moon in the air. The shepherd boy, who had been herding cattle for a day, was already very tired at this time. Like a tired kitten, he snuggled up to the woodpile, took off his hat and hemp fiber, looked up at the moon with his beloved bamboo flute in his hand, missed his kind mother, and fell into a sweet dream country with wonderful reverie. ...
Shepherd boy (Lv Yan)
Lv Yan: Dong Bin.
The grass shop is six or seven miles away from the field, the flute is long and the night wind is three or four.
Come back from a full meal at dusk, and don't take off your hemp fiber.
To annotate ...
① Yokono: Guangyuanye.
2 get: tease.
Hemp fiber: a brown or straw-colored coat used to shelter from wind and rain.
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Green grass, vast Yuan Ye, endless. The flute sounded intermittently in the evening breeze, melodious, as if playing with the evening breeze. The shepherd boy returned from grazing and had a big meal at dusk. He didn't even take off his hemp fiber, so he lay happily on the grass on a moonlit night.
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The poem "1( 16) Pictures of Shepherd Boy's Works of Art" shows us a vivid picture of Shepherd Boy coming home at night. We saw the quiet and leisurely life of the shepherd boy. Through the poem, we also see the author's inner world's yearning for a life away from the hustle and bustle and enjoying a happy life: the vast Yuan Ye is covered with green grass; The evening breeze is blowing the weeds. I haven't seen the shepherd boy come back yet, but I first heard the melodious and approaching flute of the shepherd boy coming from the wind. The flute sounded intermittently and fluttered with the wind. The shepherd boy came back and had a good meal. It's already after dusk. He didn't even take off his hemp fiber, so he lay in the open field to rest on a moonlit night. It shows the carefree and innocent nature of children. There are scenes, feelings, characters and voices in the poem. This vivid scene appears in our field of vision from far and near.
The word "shop" shows the gentle comfort of the grass and grassland.
The word "Nong" expresses a kind of interest, conveying the melodious flute sound in the wind and the meaning of the shepherd boy playing the flute.
Six or seven miles and three or four sounds here do not refer to definite figures, but to highlight the silence of the vast countryside in Yuan Ye in the evening.
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Expressed the author's inner yearning for a safe and comfortable life.
2. Poems about children Ancient poems On the pond (Tang Dynasty), Bai Juyi's little baby propped up the boat and stole the white lotus back. Without knowing the hidden traces, duckweed blooms together. Poems on the Wind and Kites (I) Xu Wei's wicker twisted thread and cotton rubbed a paper kite with enough Chihiro. How much strength the spring breeze dissipated, he took his children to the sky. What he saw was the Qingyuan shepherd boy (1) riding a yellow cattle, singing and trembling (2) in the forest. Suddenly, I stopped talking. Song and Yang Wanli's hedges are scattered all the way, and the flowers on the trees are not shaded. The children hurried after Huang Die and flew into the cauliflower, but it was nowhere to be found. In the village, tall grass and long warblers fly in February, and willows brush the embankment and get drunk in spring. The children came back from school early. When the east wind blew, they were busy flying kites. The children went fishing, and Tang's little boy learned the hanging nylon with a furry head. I'm afraid fish shouldn't be surprised. Huang Songting, a shepherd boy, rode his ox far through the village in front, and the flute sounded in the oblique distance of Longwen. How many famous people in Chang 'an are not so tired as the monarch? The shadow of flowers with stones overlapping on the Yao stage can't get rid of children several times. Just cleaned up by the sun, I taught the moon to send it to the future. In early summer, I slept sour plums and splashed my teeth, and the screens were banana green.
3. Ask for an essay adapted from an ancient poem. The poet came out of town side by side with his friends. Looking from a distance, I saw a touch of green hills across the north of the city and a bay of clear water gurgling around the east of the city. The distant castle peak is out of reach, which leads to a trace of dismay and reveals the poet's helplessness in leaving at present; The flowing water around the city seems to be a symbol of continuous separation and gurgling. This couplet "Qingshan", "Baishui", "Northland" and "Dongcheng" are arranged neatly, and "green" and "white" set each other off, and the whole painting is beautiful. The word "horizontal" is used to write the stillness of the castle peak, and the word "around" is used to write the movement of white water, which is also quite accurate.
The poet described his friend's wandering life with a lonely canopy, saying: If you leave here, you will float thousands of miles away like loose grass dancing with the wind. These two sentences express the poet's deep concern for his friends, and they are written smoothly and naturally, with sincere feelings.
The tie "I will think of you in the clouds, so think of me in the sunset" shows the broad background of parting: a white cloud is floating away on the horizon, and a red sun is slowly falling to the horizon. At this point, this scene makes people more sad and painful to leave. These two sentences "floating clouds" to "sunset" and "wandering" to "old human feelings" are also neat and to the point. Poets not only write landscapes, but also skillfully use "floating clouds" to compare friends. He is like a floating cloud on the horizon, with uncertain whereabouts and everything. Who knows where he will drift? Infinite concern for natural overflow. And the red sun in the west ended so slowly, and I was reluctant to throw the last light into the white water of Qingshan, as if reluctant to leave abruptly. And this is the symbol of the poet's mood at the moment!
Write the parting scene in the last two sentences. Poets and friends immediately waved goodbye and greeted frequently; The two horses seem to be connected with their master's heart and honk their horns from time to time. Although the poet didn't directly say his feelings of parting, the horse still couldn't bear the bitterness of parting and raised his mane and whined. What a shame!
Today, my sister finished her homework quickly, so my mother asked her to recite ancient poems.
"Acropolis, Acropolis,,,,," At this time, I also finished my homework. Seeing that my sister was unable to carry on, I added a sentence from my sister: "Weicheng rain and dust." Mother said to her sister, "Look how great your sister is. You should learn from her. " I was very proud of it and thought, "Will you agree with me in the future?"
Then, my sister murmured, "Guest House,,," At this moment, I had a brainwave and wanted to test whether my sister really knew how to recite, so I said softly, "It should be that the nuclear room is green and fresh." Unexpectedly, my sister said without thinking, "The nuclear room is green and willow is new." When my mother heard this, she said angrily to her sister, "You did the right thing, why did you change it?" I thought to myself: haha! My sister is so stupid that she reads after me without thinking. When I was elated, my mother said, "Yao Yao, are you playing a trick on my sister on purpose?" I didn't expect my mother to see my little trick.
5. Ask for an essay adapted from an ancient poem. The wind is rustling and the water is cold. Autumn wind blows off the leaves and falls into the water one after another, and the river is slowly covered with red. The fiery red river and fallen leaves are doomed to be a chaotic autumn.
On the path by the river, a group of people came from a distance in the mist. There is a prison car in the middle of the team, and there are heavily guarded escorts before and after the prison car. There is a man in the prison car who is in rags but has big eyes. Looking closely, behind the vicissitudes of smoke and dust, it turned out to be a face only 16 years old. This is Xia Wanchun.
At this moment, the autumn wind is still blowing, the leaves are still flying, and the rustling river is still rippling after the leaves fall. In the prison car, Xia Wanchun's heart is like a river.
From the day Xia Wanchun was born, he was a member of Amin dynasty in his bones, and he was deeply proud of it. Since childhood, Yue Fei has been his hero. He can't forget the kind but firm tone of his mother when she told the story of Yue Fei when she was a child. He can't forget the feeling of blood boiling when he first read Man Jiang Hong. He can't forget that when he came home by chance, his father ran around and insisted on the appreciation and expectation of Kang Qing. He can't forget the teacher's sad and angry expression when he recited "the old country is around the mountain, and the tide hits the empty city and returns to loneliness." At that time, he planted a seed in his heart, which was nourished by countless experiences, so the seed took root and gradually became a towering tree, supporting his whole heart.
The prison car is still bumping. Xia Wanchun stretched out his hand and brushed the straw from his forehead and found that the road ahead was deja vu. He couldn't help smiling bitterly, but revisiting the old place turned out to be such a general scene. Xia Wanchun's memory is getting clearer and clearer. One day at the age of thirteen, he came home and told his mother excitedly and nervously that he would join the anti-Qing team like his father. Mother hesitated for a moment, then said nothing. Mother seemed particularly silent that day, so she told Xia Wanchun to pack up and go to bed early. Xia Wanchun didn't sleep that night, but quietly listened to the sobbing under the lamp outside, and then burst into tears unconsciously.
A 13-year-old child should have the right to enjoy happiness, but the reality forced him to live a life of "Wan Li goes to Rongji and flies in the mountains". After three years of torture, Xia Wanchun was finally trapped in the van. He really doesn't know whether to be thankful or sorry.
The road became more and more familiar, and Xia Wanchun saw the crowd. Suddenly, he found his mother in the crowd. He doesn't know that three years can make a person so old. When the fog cleared, Xia Wanchun saw the confusion in her mother's eyes. She kept running after the prison car, shouting her son's name. Xia Wanchun has mixed feelings. He grabbed the railing of the prison car and shouted to his mother, "Be loyal to your country!" " These were the last words that Xia Wanchun's mother said to him when he left home three years ago. He regards it as his eternal belief. Mother heard and understood, because she stopped. At that moment, my mother, whose hair was blown away by the wind, stood by the bleak Songjiang River, with leaves behind her. This picture is instantly frozen and becomes eternal. Xia Wanchun couldn't bear the sadness, and finally turned to face the front. In the past three years, she was in tears again.
"Three years of the passengers, today is the south crown. Endless tears, who says the world is wide? I already know the way to another spring, and I am really worried when I think of saying goodbye to my hometown. On the day when I return, I will see the spirit flag in the air! " Xia Wanchun laughed when he roared out these four poems with almost all his strength. At this time, he, like Yue Fei, his eternal hero, really has no regrets.
Like a river of flames burning with life, the fallen leaves dance with life, which is destined to be a hero's season.
Comments: Appreciation is to put the true self-emotion into the poet's blood and boil and burn together. According to the content and emotion of the original poem, combined with the poet's life experience and the background of writing this poem, the author associates and imagines, sets specific scenes and situations, and turns the concise poem into a dense prose. In addition, the psychological description is particularly delicate and vivid. And this kind of psychology is integrated with all the scenery, people and things around it, so it is true and credible, and that kind of desperate but still heroic pride can also infect people.