I usually get up at 6: 0015 in the morning. Then I do morning exercises on the playground. At six forty, I have breakfast. You can see many students and teachers in the dining room. After breakfast, I often read English with my classmates. We have six classes every day. The first class starts at 7:50 in the morning. I like all classes because my teacher can make them lively and interesting. My favorite subject is English, so I attend the English corner every week. I can speak English with many other students there. This is very interesting and exciting. I think learning English well is helpful to me. After class, I always play games with my friends. We play basketball, football, volleyball, table tennis and so on. They are very relaxed.
My name is Beth. I 14 years old, studying in Anhui No.1 Middle School. My school is very big and beautiful. I am very happy at school. I usually get up at 6: 0015 in the morning, then do morning exercises on the playground and have breakfast at 6:40. In the dining room, you can see many teachers and students. After breakfast, I usually read English with my classmates. We have six classes every day. The first class starts at 7:50 in the morning. I like all classes because my teacher's classes are very lively and interesting. I think learning English well is helpful to me. After class, I will play games with my friends. We play basketball, football, volleyball and table tennis. They are very relaxed.
2. Write some poems. I fell in love with reciting ancient poems when I was very young. Among them, my favorite is "Compassion for Farmers" written by Li Shen in the Tang Dynasty. Secondly, it said, "It was noon when weeding, and sweat dripped down the soil. Who knows that the Chinese food on the plate is hard. " This poem describes the hardships of the farmer's uncle in farming in plain language. Not only catchy, but also spread through the ages.
Every day I pick up my rice bowl and look at the delicious rice in it, I can't help but think of this poem. I seem to see the farmers' uncles braved the scorching sun at noon to weed the seedlings, and their sweat fell like rain on the soil where the seedlings grew. After the seedlings grow into heavy rice, farmers' uncles will harvest and dry them, beat them into rice, and finally cook them into rice and serve them on the table. This grain of rice was earned by the hard sweat of farmers' uncles. How difficult it is! Therefore, whenever I eat, I eat very clean and carefully, for fear that the hard work of farmers' uncles will be wasted if the rice falls.
3. Collect 6 ancient poems describing different seasons and spring:
1, Hui Chong Chunjiang night scene
(Song) Su Shi
Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the spring river warms the duck prophet.
Artemisia selengensis has short buds all over the ground, which is the time when puffer fish want to fuck.
2. Jiang Nanchun
(Tang) Du Mu
Thousands of miles of Ti Ying are green and red, and the water town is full of wine flags.
In the Southern Dynasties, there were 480 temples.
3. Xiao Chun
(Tang) Meng Haoran
In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere.
But now I remember that night, that storm, I wonder how many flowers were broken?
4. quatrains
Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)
Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky.
The window contains the autumn snow in Xiling, at the gate of Wu Dong Wan Li boating.
Ancient poems describing summer:
1, Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous
(Song) Fan Chengda
Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin.
No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.
2. What do you see?
(Qing) Yuan Mei
The shepherd boy rides an ox, and the song vibrates Lin Yue.
I was trying to catch cicadas when I suddenly shut up.
Step 3: Koike
(Song) Yang Wanli
Spring eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves sunny and soft.
Xiao-he just showed his sharp corner, and the dragonfly had already stood on it.
4. In the swimming pool
(Tang) Bai Juyi
The baby propped up the boat and stole the white lotus back.
Can't understand the hidden traces, duckweed blooms together.
Ancient poems describing autumn:
1, on foot
(Tang) Du Mu
In the distance, there are cold mountains, oblique stone paths and people in the depths of white clouds.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February.
2. Wang Dongting
(Tang) Liu Yuxi
The lake and the moon set each other off, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface.
Looking at Dongting from a distance, there is a green snail in the silver plate.
Ancient poems describing winter:
Jiang Xue 1
Liu Zongyuan (Tang Dynasty)
Hundreds of mountains have no birds, and thousands of paths have no footprints.
A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue.
2. plum blossom
(Song) Wang Anshi
There are some plums in the corner, and hanling opens them alone.
It's not snow in the distance, because there's a smell coming.
3. The owner of Furong Mountain stays in the snow.
(Tang) Liu Changqing
The sun is far away, the weather is cold and the house is poor.
Chai Men hears dogs barking and returns on a snowy night.
There are no fewer than 600 words about ancient poems in this composition. I urgently need ancient poetry to accompany me to grow up.
A simple and innocent heart, like a flower, blooms slowly under the nourishment of poetry. ...
Childhood, Poetry and Me
My mother began to teach me to recite ancient poems when I first learned to write Chinese characters in which ants crawl crooked.
Holding an illustrated book of ancient poetry, my mother accompanied me to travel to the kingdom of ancient poetry. "Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller in the spring breeze." "The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother made clothes for her wayward son." These sentences were engraved in my ignorant heart word by word. I don't quite understand the meaning of poetry. I only know that grass can't be burned, but it grows again when the spring breeze blows. I understand that all mothers love their children and let them eat well and wear warm clothes. These sentences read like singing. How nice! So I was chewing sugar in my mouth, holding a book in my arms, and reading one ancient poem after another against the sound of pinyin milk.
Teenagers, Poetry and Me
"Mom, hundreds of thousands of years have passed since ancient poetry. Why do we have to read and recite them? " I asked my mother puzzled.
"Because it represents the long and splendid culture of China! Read more books and recite more poems, and you will understand the truth contained in them, and you will be able to enrich the literary heritage and become a person who is fully committed. " Mom answered me.
So I picked up the book and continued to recite ancient poems. From primary school to junior high school, the book in my hand has changed from "Selected Ancient Poems" to "Poetry Collection".
"I advise you to drink more wine, there is no reason to go out to the west." "Seven or eight stars are in the sky, and two or three points of rain are in front of the mountain. In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to Xiqiao. " "The sky is connected with clouds and smoke, and the Milky Way wants to turn to Qian Fan dance." ……
I have been able to recite a lot of Tang poetry and Song poetry fluently and understand poetry. Read the text in the Chinese book again, and it will be easy to read it thoroughly; Words and sentences become handy when writing a composition.
Youth, Poetry and Me
"Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon." It embodies the poet Yan Shu. How bitter is it? Who can comfort his loneliness?
"How much sadness can you have, just like a river flowing eastward." Looking back, what kind of sadness and regret does Li Yu, who has become a prisoner?
When I grow up, I am no longer satisfied with simply understanding ancient poems, but simply reciting them. I am appreciating them with a mature mind and rich perceptual knowledge.
Focusing on this, I can see the solo dance of poets' souls and hear their emotional monologues:
"Leaves fall like the spray of a waterfall, while I watch the long river roll forward." Du Fu, a "poet saint", is old and sick, sometimes sad, and he is in a foreign land, asking lonely autumn scenery to speak for him. "Asked the shutter, but Haitang still. Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat and thin. "One night, it was windy and the rain was sudden. When I woke up in the Ming Dynasty, the leaves were greener, but the flowers withered. Things always change unconsciously. As Xi Murong said in A Flowering Tree, "How can you meet me at my most beautiful moment?" What a deep and burning emotion it is to express yearning for beautiful love and nostalgia for youth with simple and elegant poems!
From the reading of babbling as a child to the appreciation of growing old, beautiful poems have sown seeds in my heart, sprouted and blossomed. Gradually, I can understand the deeper connotation and richer emotions contained in the poem.
Ancient poetry grew up with me. It purified my soul and cultivated my sentiment. I am determined to continue to set sail, accompanied by ancient poetry, and sail to a bright distance!
5. 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 a 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 sparkling 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.
6. Write a 600-word composition on the topic of an ancient poem. How bright the moonlight is at home! .
The moon in the sky is not as round as usual, and there are a few rays of moonlight without reservation. Month, is orange, in the vast, revealing a pale. In the starry sky of the past, Miss Yue is left alone in the sky today, unable to identify the direction under a dark cloth.
Outside the window, a bright moon is rippling in the air.
Inside the house, there is a deep feeling.
Our family sat in front of the balcony, talking and laughing, staring at the full moon in the sky. Yes, today is August 15-Mid-Autumn Festival.
The moon in the sky is not as round as usual, and there are a few rays of moonlight without reservation. Month, is orange, in the vast, revealing a pale. In the starry sky of the past, Miss Yue is left alone in the sky today, unable to identify the direction under a dark cloth.
Today, on this full moon day, Yue's friend left her. On this stage, she began to feel at a loss and seemed a little sad. I don't know why, but something always seems to be missing in my heart. In a flash, I felt empty and confused.
"I don't think anyone's home is warmer than ours." I don't know who said it casually.
Yes, my family is really warm, happy and happy, but I don't know why, when I heard this word, I felt a little sad. I kept repeating the word "home" in my mouth, and then the poem "I am a stranger, and I miss my family more during the holiday season" appeared in my mind. Familiar and unfamiliar places linger in front of my eyes like movies.
One meanders into the distance, and the shepherd boy drives the cows and goats everywhere. Cattle and sheep are dancing happily on the grass and eating the endless green space by the river. The children are playing in the stream by the river, making the clear Water jingle ring. Ah, this is a paradise for children!
This is a poor but happy village. There are no magnificent high-rise buildings, only dilapidated red brick tile houses. Although the ruthless years have left scars on them, they still stick to their sacred posts and watch the distance and SHEN WOO wisely.
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