Chapter 1: Unit 5, Grade 2 Composition: Spring was my favorite among winter ancient poems when I was a child. However, when I entered the world of poetry, I found that winter is so beautiful. The poet worked hard and left us a lot. Like Cen Can's? Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom. ? How beautiful! It's like a picture really flashed in front of my eyes: snow was flying in the air all night, some fell on the ground, some fell on the branches, and clusters of land. When I came to see it tomorrow morning, the snow had stopped and fell on the branches. Seen from a distance, it looks like a pear flower.
I love the world of poetry, because I was infected by my father since I was a child. Whenever I can't sleep, my father will recite poems in my ear, such as? Snowflakes are flying in front of the window, and I sit at the window and watch the green bamboo become as white as white. ? I still remember that the first poem my father told me was Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night: the foot of my bed was shining so brightly. Is there frost already? I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. ? At that time, I didn't know what this poem meant, except that there was a frost word in it, which should have been written in late autumn. Because of my father's upbringing, I love poetry more, especially about winter.
? The edge of the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold. ? This sentence directly praises plum blossoms. Although this poem doesn't mention winter, plum blossoms also symbolize winter. This poem has always been in my mind. As my motto, it has always encouraged and spurred me. It made me understand that as long as I persist, I will definitely win. People may have to go through a lot of tempering and difficulties to succeed, to become talents and to improve themselves better.
Liu Zongyuan, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, has a poem? There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. ? Han Yu once wrote a poem? Who cut the snow on the flat ground into smallpox? ? What else is there? There's too much to say. Now, I like poetry more and more, especially poems describing winter, so I want to say: the world of poetry is waiting for me, here I am! ?
Chapter 2: Unit 5, Grade 2 Composition: Winter in Ancient Poetry? Like the spring wind, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees? In a blink of an eye, the holy and beautiful winter has arrived. Pick up a collection of poems, face the snow all over the sky, look for the footprints of winter and taste her unique beauty.
It is very cold in winter. ? There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. Dai Li Weng in the valley, an old man fishing in the cold river-snow. ? With the arrival of winter, the earth is covered with a thick layer of cotton-padded clothes, and the birds are hiding in warm nests. People sit at home quietly watching the heavy snow all over the sky. Usually the busy streets are deserted, and only children roll snowballs from time to time. The world suddenly quieted down. Only trees with white shawls stand quietly in the snow?
Winter is lonely. Looking around, the snow is silvery white, and only a few trees bent by the snow groan and sway in the wind. ? There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone. ? On the edge of a broken wall, a plum blossom tree is full of countless pink flowers, and the breeze blows, raising small buds, and a delicate fragrance comes quietly. This fragrance is the only spirit in the open snow!
Winter is colorful and polymorphic. Look! ? Last night, the wind was like snow, and no one was seen flying into the palace wall? Snow, in the sky, in the clouds, in the fields, in the garden, is rising, flying, spinning in the wind and rain, soaring in the sky, like a pure girl, jumping and dancing between heaven and earth. Show off your wanton youth, the snow is covered with white crooked-necked trees, and the white wintersweet blooming quietly in the garden dances with the snow. The lonely winter day has turned into a graceful girl at this time, which makes people deeply intoxicated.
Snow is lively and lovely. What do you think of Yu Rong? A plum blossom carries the ice and snow of spring. It smells like incense. Look for it. ? In the garden, plum trees are in full bloom, welcoming the flying snow all over the sky, twisting their graceful bodies in the wind and dancing with snowflakes. ? Plum blossoms are full of snow. ? In the snow, white rabbits are jumping, and carrots in the snow are as lovely as white balls.
Winter is full of hope. Last year's snow came today In ah! Look at the snow, nourishing the young wheat seedlings with your own body and nurturing the vitality of flowers and trees in the coming year. What a great mother she is! With the selfless dedication of snow, we have a vibrant scene today!
In winter, a pure girl, a season full of hope, she wrapped the earth with silver; She greeted the coming year with plum blossoms; She nurtures everything with her snow-white body. I love this poetic winter!
Chapter 3: Unit 5, Grade 2 Composition: Winter field in ancient poetry, fragrant? Spring? ; Beautiful and cloudy? Summer? ; Pure wind and frost? Autumn? ; What's going on in winter? . China has a long cultural history of 5,000 years. From the poem? Spring? Is it full of spring, in the poem? Summer? Is it full of vitality, in the poem? Autumn? It's the voice of a wild goose, in the poem? Winter? It is cold and snowy. I especially like this poem? Winter? .
In winter, grandpa held me in a rocking chair by the fire and taught me to recite Tang poems one by one. I clearly remember reciting Wang Anshi's first poem Plum Blossom: There are several plums in the corner, and hanling blooms alone. Knowing from afar is not snow, only Dimfragrance comes. What a beautiful poem! I love plum blossom, its nobility, its modesty and its firmness. Winter is proud of plum, and plum is beautiful because of winter.
Gradually, I came into contact with ancient poems describing winter. Wang Wei's Four Qi Songs? Sing autumn wind and sprinkle flying snow. ? Tao Yuanming's Four Seasons? It is cloudy in autumn and cold in winter. ? Jiang Xue by Liu Zongyuan? There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. ? Among them, I like Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue best. He vividly described the atmosphere and scenery in winter.
With the passage of time, I have a deeper understanding of poetry. In this comprehensive study, I began to contact Yuanqu again. The mystery in Yuanqu urged me to approach it. In Yuan Qu, I like Guan Hanqing's "Dade Song (Winter)" best: snow powder flowers, dancing pear flowers, and never seeing the four or five smoke villages again. Mimsatu, sparse forest to watch the night cry. Under the shadow of yellow reeds, the Qingjiang River holds the harpoon obliquely. The artistic conception of poetry is really beautiful! There is no one in the poem, but there is no lack of excitement, but there is no lack of life in the cold and cheerless, giving people a feeling of being there. I began to read Bai Pu's song "Clear Sand". Winter: The door is painted with a sharp sound, and the new moon is at dusk. At first, I was confused. I was just about to turn over the poem when the teacher stopped me and said that poetry, like tea, needs to be carefully tasted, pondered and read repeatedly to know its meaning. ?
I knocked on the door of poetry and became interested in poets and more poems describing winter. Although ancient poetry has a history of thousands of years, it seems to have been transformed into our life under our careful taste. Now I will compare the differences between ancient poetry and modern poetry, and I have accumulated a lot of knowledge in my study. I am willing to hold your hand and knock on the door of ancient poetry again and enter the country of poetry.