Glittering willow, I am by the river, like a delicate bride in the sunset. The beauty of willow reflection is reflected in the waves, rippling in my heart like water waves!
Green shepherd's purse, soft soil, and aquatic plants are rippling in the water! In the gentle waves of He Kanghe River, my heart and I are just one of the aquatic plants, because we can be deeply infiltrated by it. ...
A pool under the shade of elm trees is not a clear spring, but a beautiful rainbow in the sky. Crushing in floating seaweed will precipitate a rainbow-like dream, representing a country wanderer!
Find that dream! It's like weighing a long bamboo pole, supporting it against the current to a greener place, and singing in the shining colorful air like a boat full of stars.
However, I am so sad that I can't sing together, quietly representing other music; Insects in midsummer no longer squeak and crow, as if they were silent for me, and silence enveloped Cambridge.
I left gently and slowly, just as I came gently and slowly. I waved my sleeves flowing with the wind and put any clouds full of memories into my bag.
When I came to Cambridge for the third time, my mood was different and my position was different.
In the evening, I came to the bank of He Kang alone without informing anyone. Just like I did, I left everything behind and broke into this beautiful Cambridge without warning. Walking along the He Kang River, as time goes by, I think of the beauty of He Kanghe in my mind ... I keep thinking back and savor the rainbow-like memories and brief and beautiful's dreams ... If I can, I want to be He Kang. Never wake up. If you can, let me get drunk in the shade of the elm tree and dream that I am still the old me, the handsome me, the most desperate me, and I will never wake up again.
"Dream" is no longer complete, but a broken dream, which is deposited at the bottom of He Kang River and in my heart, like a sealed bottle of wine. The longer the brewing time, the better. The beauty and memory of He Kanghe will always make me deeply attached.
It was an accident, but it was predestined that my happiness was so short. When the night comes, should I leave this Cambridge full of memories? The sky is full of stars. In this silent Cambridge night, everything is so harmonious that I can't hear any insects, as if I were solemn for my departure. Cambridge is very sad tonight, and I feel sorry for my life.
Meet Cambridge again.
Times have changed, people have changed and the scenery remains the same.
Cambridge is so beautiful and He Kang is so gentle. The golden willow drooping by the river, like a bride, is too ashamed to look up in the sunset; That beautiful shadow is rippling in the water waves, and it is rippling in my heart. He Kanghe's gentle waves, like mother's tolerance and lover's caress, soothe my body and mind. I would like to be a water plant! On the soft mud, dancing with the waves, among the floating algae, a crushed rainbow is precipitated, called the rainbow of dreams.
Looking for dreams? Where are you going? Wandering in the starlight classroom, little by little, brilliant music is lit. I think it's to play songs, but I can't; Summer insects are also silent, because of the sadness at the moment. When all is silent, it is a farewell song, quiet, quiet.
Write this ancient poem into a 300-word composition. The sparkling lake rippled. Sister Liu by the lake used this clear water as a mirror to gently comb her hair.
The sun shines on the lake, and there are golden waves on the lake, and ripples are naughty floating around the lake. Look, the fish in the water are playing happily, and the tadpoles are looking for their mother everywhere.
Look, there are a pair of big dragonflies parked there, looking at the beautiful scenery. Listen, the birds are constantly admiring the beautiful scenery, and the singing oriole is also singing this beautiful song to the foreign objects around him.
This song seems to intoxicate them; This song seems to bother them; This song seems to make them fall asleep in this song. On the river bank, the green grass is dense, the refreshing breeze is blowing, and the grass is dancing, which is beautiful.
The mountains in the distance are undulating, just like a charming landscape painting, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. Suddenly, a burst of laughter broke the silent scenery.
There is a boat floating in the distance, and there are two laughing children sitting on it. One of them is wearing a red Chinese-style chest covering, the other is wearing a white shirt, and both of them are barefoot.
An older child put away his penny, stopped his paddle and sat in the middle of the fishing boat, which gradually stopped. One child said to another, "The boat is in the middle of the lake now. Without paddles and poles, what can we do now to move the boat forward? " Another Chinese character is holding his chin and thinking quietly.
"Oh, yes, let's use an umbrella to push the boat forward!" With that, he quickly took out his umbrella from the cabin and opened it. He held it high and let the wind blow on it. The wind pushed the fishing boat. In this way, the fishing boat moved slowly.
Passers-by saw it and thought in surprise: Is it raining now? What are these two children doing with umbrellas? Oh, no wonder everyone takes umbrellas when it doesn't rain. Originally, it was not to shelter from the wind and rain, but to use the wind to let the ship move forward.
These passers-by thought about it and couldn't help praising the two children, saying that they were smart and worthy of admiration. When these passers-by looked back again, their fishing boats had gone away, leaving only some ripples on the water.
3. Write a 300-word essay in verse. Autumn is spring, summer, autumn and winter, and the four seasons cycle, standing between the vast world, feeling the ruthlessness of the years in a hurry. If spring brings vitality, summer brings restlessness and winter brings sadness, then autumn brings helplessness.
I like to wander alone in a path full of fallen leaves or an empty lane full of moss, letting my thoughts be blown away by the autumn wind until I am overwhelmed by the melancholy of being at arm's length, so I have to sigh with Song Yutong: "Alas, autumn is a kind of gas! It's bleak, and the vegetation falls again and again. " Autumn, autumn wind rustling, falling leaves in succession.
Every time I read the poems of the ancients, I am always wrapped in a deep sadness about autumn, but I don't want to break free and sip the slowly expanding melancholy and loss alone. I don't know if this is "falling in love with the floor, saying that I am worried about giving new words" or "saying that I want to rest, but saying it is cool in autumn"? ! Anyway, I'm not the only one who's sad about autumn since ancient times. See how many sensitive and affectionate poets have left poems that cherish autumn and comfort them. In the Book of Songs, "Autumn is sad and flowers fly", "White dew is frost" and "Mulberry falls, but yellow falls" are all sighs about autumn.
Fan Zhongyan's "Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn waves and cold smoke" is deeply hurt by the faint scenery and the blend of emotion and scenery. Later, in The West Chamber, Wang Shifu slightly triggered the word "Farewell Pavilion" and changed it to "blue sky and yellow flowers flying in the north and west wind flying in the south".
Who is drunk in Xiao Lai's frost forest? Always keeping people's tears "is even more confusing and frustrating." ""Affectionate feelings have been hurt since ancient times, and it is even worse to neglect the autumn festival "is Liu Yong's exclamation. Feel sorry for Liu Xia. Parting is endless, and all he can take away seems to be the autumn wind.
Zhou Bangyan's Autumn Sunny, Turning into a Cold Room, Listening to the Cold Sound describes the loneliness and helplessness of a lonely journey. Wei's Yan Wen: "Where is my hometown? It's leisurely to think about it.
Gao Zhai Lai, an Autumn Night in Huainan, wrote a lonely feeling of homesickness. Compared with the above-mentioned helplessness in autumn, Li Bai also showed his true colors as a bold poet: "I had to leave Bolt and me yesterday, and today it hurts my heart even more.
Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I am in this villa, drinking my wine. " In short, the scenery in autumn is mostly bleak, with bitter wind and rain, hay falling, rain beating residual lotus, wild geese singing in the sky ... but in different moods, poetry will be very different.
Liu Yuxi found sustenance in the autumn wind and freed himself from the sad feeling: "Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say autumn is better than spring." When a crane flies among clouds in a clear sky, it brings poetry to Bixiao. "
In "Looking at Autumn in Chang 'an", Du Mu also saw that the autumn wind was clear and there was a hole in the sky: "Outside the frost tree, there is not a spark in the mirror. In the autumn, the momentum is high. "
Autumn rain is a famous sentence describing autumn-tall buildings look forward to dusk, and there is rustling rain on the leaves. Autumn night-in my sleep, the autumn sound is nowhere to be found, and the leaves are full of steps.
Autumn sound-I didn't feel the dream of spring grass in the pond, but the leaves in front of the steps had autumn sound. Autumn leaves-the wind blows bamboo in the middle of the night, and all the leaves are hate.
Autumn color-the rain invades the urn and the new moss is green, and the autumn leaves are red when entering the cross forest. Autumn moon-the moonlight is flooded and the emptiness echoes.
Autumn chrysanthemum-it is better to die holding incense in the branches than to be blown down in the north wind. Wan Li, an old friend, has never been heard from, and plans to ask Jiangtou to break the flood.
Autumn sorrow-don't say that you are always idle, and write clear sorrow every night. Autumn is prosperous-the west wind blows all over the lake leaves, and it is unique to change your autumn clothes for the first time.
Autumn bosom-a fleeting sigh went out, and I saw konoha flying by the lake. Qiu Meng —— Back in the autumn night at the beginning of my dream, Eden was still sleeping.
Memories of autumn-the anvil pestle knocks on the deep lane, and the phoenix tree shakes down the autumn hometown. Enlightenment of autumn-everyone is explaining the sad autumn, not knowing it thoroughly like a poet.
The smell of autumn-crickets only know that autumn is early and there is a lot of rain on the banana. I hope I can have the magnanimity of the ancients. In the following autumn, I can feel the freshness and tranquility after the noisy summer and the short fragrance before the long winter. I can feel the heroism of "the autumn wind is cold and justice is awe-inspiring", and I have no helplessness of "the autumn wind is bleak".
It will also be "felt" by autumn, but it is no longer "sad" for autumn. Moonlight is like water, like the day when the summer heat in early autumn is about to dissipate. I miss the moon that belongs to the Mid-Autumn Festival. Only in this way can people feel really cool and quiet.
The bright moon is often ignored by us in our daily life. Only when such a special day comes can people think of something about the bright moon. The night is so silent, with a hint of warmth in the silence, so that the noise of autumn sounds reaches the treetops.
The light of the moon is blurred and flickering, creating a dense atmosphere, which unexpectedly reminds me of a sentence in Qin Guan's poem "Walking on the Sand": The fog is lost, and the moon is lost. A memorandum of "Fan" captures the hazy atmosphere of moonlight, and at this time, many vague past events come into your heart in a hazy way.
In fact, there are many things you don't have to think about. It has always been there, like a bright moon many years ago, always hanging in your heart. The light of the moon is vague, hazy, quiet and far away.
Entering the moonlight is like entering a hazy dream. Although you know it's just a dream, it makes you want to get into it instead of waking up. In our Minnan dialect, the moon has a very feminine nickname called "Yueniang", which I have always liked. There doesn't seem to be too many reasons, just because Moon Mother decorated many of our childhood dreams.
At that time, in summer or early autumn nights, we usually slept on the roof, watched the quiet night sky, accompanied by moonlight or starlight, and fell asleep in the fascinating stories of adults. In our sleep, we would inevitably dream of picking stars in a boat sitting on the moon. At that time, old people often told their children not to point their forefinger at "Moon Mother", otherwise, at night "Moon Mother" would become a sickle and cut off your ear.
As a result, the children had to hold their index fingers tightly in their fists, for fear that a careless person would incur the curse of having their ears cut off. It seems that there are still friends like that who point their index finger at the moon, fearing that they will be scared to sleep all night, fearing that once they fall asleep, their ears will be secretly cut off by "Mother Moon".
Autumn is a transitional season from summer to winter. The lunar calendar starts from autumn to winter and from July to September.
Rewrite this ancient poem into a 300-word narrative. The fisherman stroked the faces of two sleeping children with his rough hands. Suddenly, a look flashed in his eyes, mixed with sadness, helplessness, pity and love for his two children ... but it was only a moment. The fisherman looked up at Sang Na, Sang Na's eyes and Sang Na's hopeful eyes.
Suddenly, the fisherman's eyes sparkled with hope.
"Well, Sang Na, let's work together! Let's work together for our little angel! "
"Well, that's a good idea, good! Let's work together! "
They put their hands on their chests and whispered their hopes: "God, may you bless the children to grow up and may they be safe all their lives." The cold wind is still howling, but this shabby and ancient hut is full of happiness and warmth.
16 years later, the children have grown up and become pillars: the boss is the boss, the doctor is the doctor, and the scientist is the scientist ... They take their parents home, treat them well, and let them enjoy their family happiness, not to mention how happy they are. Moreover, they also help more poor people like their parents.
5. Don't say goodbye to Cambridge's 300-word prose. Don't say goodbye to the glittering willow trees in Cambridge. I am by the river, like a delicate bride in the sunset. The beauty of willow reflection is reflected in the water waves, rippling in my heart like water! Green shepherd's purse, soft soil, and aquatic plants are rippling in the water! In the gentle waves of He Kanghe River, my heart and I are just one plant, because we can be deeply infiltrated by it to find that dream in ..............................................................................................................................................! It's like picking up a long bamboo pole in the greener grass and supporting it upstream, just like a boat full of stars singing in the shining colorful air ..... But I'm sad that I can't sing together, as silence represents other music; Midsummer insects no longer squeak or crow, as if they were silent for me. Silence enveloped the whole Cambridge. ..................................................................................................................................................... left everything behind, and I broke into this beautiful Cambridge without warning. Walking along the He Kang River, as time goes by, I think of the beauty of He Kanghe in my mind ... I keep thinking about it and taste the rainbow-like memories and brief and beautiful's dreams ... If I can, I would like to be a plant of He Kanghe, intoxicated by the soft waves of He Kanghe and never wake up. If I can, I will. Dreaming that I am still my former self, that chic self, that true self, regardless of everything ... I will never wake up again ... "Dream" is no longer complete, but a broken dream, which is deposited at the bottom of the He Kang River, in my heart, like a heavy glass of wine, the more it is brewed, the more fragrant it is. The beauty of He Kang and the memory of He Kang will always make me deeply attached. At a time of karma, should I leave Cambridge, which is full of memories, and the sky is full of stars? In this quiet Cambridge night, everything is so harmonious that I can't hear the insects, as if I were solemn for my departure. Cambridge tonight is sad. I feel sorry for my life. With this regret, I will bid farewell to this Cambridge full of memories. I will meet Cambridge again. Years passed, personnel changed, and the scenery remained the same. That beautiful shadow is rippling in the water waves, and it is rippling in my heart. He Kanghe's gentle waves, like mother's tolerance and lover's caress, soothe my body and mind. I would like to be a water plant! Dancing with the waves on the soft mud. In the floating algae, what is precipitated is a crushed rainbow, a rainbow named "dream". Looking for dreams? Where are you going? Wandering in the starlight classroom, little by little, brilliant music is lit. I think it's to play songs, but I can't; Summer insects are also silent, because of the sadness at this moment. All is silent, this is a farewell song, quiet, quiet.
6. Rewrite this poem into a 300-word composition. On a cool summer night, the wind broke the silence of summer, and the bright moon hung high in the night sky, scattering light to the world, even the laughter and laughter of the past were gone.
The vast Yuan Ye, covered with green grass, stretches for thousands of miles, like a green ocean. At first glance, it looks like an endless green carpet.
At this time, I haven't seen the returning shepherd boy, but I heard the melodious flute of the shepherd boy first. His flute makes people happy. On and off, it makes people feel comfortable and happy. The flute fluttering in the wind represents the cheerful mood of the shepherd boy.
The shepherd boy's flute is getting closer and clearer. After the shepherd boy finished his dinner, it was already after dusk.
He walked to the grass while playing the flute skillfully. He lay leisurely in the open air enjoying the bright moon tonight, and 10 thousand "beautiful!" popped out of his heart. "The shepherd boy doesn't take off the hemp fiber at all, and he doesn't want to miss such a beautiful moon.
While watching the moon, the shepherd boy teased the evening breeze with his flute. The shepherd boy thought: If there is such a beautiful moon every day, I can also let my friends enjoy it.
Although the shepherd boy has rested, he is still thinking about the moon tonight.
7. Write this ancient poem into a 300-word composition. The sparkling lake rippled. Sister Liu by the lake used this clear water as a mirror to gently comb her hair. The sun shines on the lake, and there are golden waves on the lake, and ripples are naughty floating around the lake. Look, the fish in the water are playing happily, and the tadpoles are looking for their mother everywhere. Look, there are a pair of big dragonflies parked there, looking at the beautiful scenery. Listen, the birds are constantly admiring the beautiful scenery, and the singing oriole is also singing this beautiful song to the foreign objects around him. This song seems to intoxicate them; This song seems to bother them; This song seems to make them fall asleep in this song. On the river bank, the green grass is dense, the refreshing breeze is blowing, and the grass is dancing, which is beautiful. The mountains in the distance are undulating, just like a charming landscape painting, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.
Suddenly, a burst of laughter broke the silent scenery. There is a boat floating in the distance, and there are two laughing children sitting on it. One of them is wearing a red Chinese-style chest covering, the other is wearing a white shirt, and both of them are barefoot. An older child put away his penny, stopped his paddle and sat in the middle of the fishing boat, which gradually stopped. One child said to another, "The boat is in the middle of the lake now. Without paddles and poles, what can we do now to move the boat forward? " Another Chinese character is holding his chin and thinking quietly. "Oh, yes, let's use an umbrella to push the boat forward!" With that, he quickly took out his umbrella from the cabin and opened it. He held it high and let the wind blow on it. The wind pushed the fishing boat. In this way, the fishing boat moved slowly.
Passers-by saw it and thought in surprise: Is it raining now? What are these two children doing with umbrellas? Oh, no wonder everyone takes umbrellas when it doesn't rain. Originally, it was not to shelter from the wind and rain, but to use the wind to let the ship move forward. These passers-by thought about it and couldn't help praising the two children, saying that they were smart and worthy of admiration.
When these passers-by looked back again, their fishing boats had gone away, leaving only some ripples on the water.
The fisherman stroked the faces of two sleeping children with his rough hands. Suddenly, a look flashed in his eyes, mixed with sadness, helplessness, pity and love for his two children ... but it was only a moment. The fisherman raised his head and looked into the eyes of Sang Na, Sang Na and Sang Na.
"Well, Sang Na, let's work together! Let's work together for our little angel! " "Well, that's a good idea, good! Let's work together! " They put their hands on their chests and whispered their hopes: "God, may you bless the children to grow up and may they be safe all their lives." The cold wind is still howling, but this shabby and ancient hut is full of happiness and warmth.
16 years later, the children have grown up and become pillars: the boss is the boss, the doctor is the doctor, and the scientist is the scientist ... They take their parents home, treat them well, and let them enjoy their family happiness, not to mention how happy they are. Moreover, they also help more poor people like their parents.
9. The first half of "Spring and Snow in Qinyuan" was changed into an essay of about 300 words. The scenery in the north is frozen for thousands of miles, and the snow is floating in Wan Li. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, only a vast expanse of whiteness remains; Up and down the wide Yellow River, the river suddenly lost its surging momentum. The continuous mountains are like snakes, and the plateau (the hills above) looks like (many) white elephants running, as if to compete with the sky. When the weather is fine, it is especially charming and beautiful to see the shining white snow under the red sun. In winter, northern China has unique scenery. Let heaven and earth become a world of ice and snow. Ice is growing everywhere, snow is dancing everywhere, and pure and transparent eyes are everywhere. It seems that the whole space has solidified, so time has stopped. At this time, you can't help but forget yourself, as if you are silver ice and snow. You have already become a part of the world of ice and snow, and you are integrated with this pure white world until the spring thunder wakes you up. The Great Wall stretches for thousands of miles inside and outside, and no second color can be seen. I can only see a vast expanse, stretching into the distance, until the mountains and clouds can no longer be separated from the sky. You see, on weekdays, the rolling Yellow River has stopped its noise, without a ripple or a ripple. It's just silence, silence, like a thinker. The plateau rises and falls, and countless elephants run wildly. It seems to be competing with almighty god. In a trance, the sky cleared up and a red sun rose. In the crystal snowfield, there seems to be a hundred flowers blooming. This boundless expanse is gorgeous.