Zhaojun brushes the jade saddle, mounts the horse and cries for beauty.
Today, the Han Palace is the concubine of Alakazam in the Ming Dynasty.
You can write an essay based on this ancient poem, entitled "Wild Roses in the High Wall and Deep Palace" or "Roses in Bloom Written by Li Bai" (referring to Wang Zhaojun who is as beautiful and tenacious as a rose in the High Wall and Deep Palace).
The outline is divided into three parts:
1 is the naive romance before Zhaojun entered the palace.
After entering the palace, I saw the sadness when my hope was disillusioned.
3. The inner struggle when hearing the news of traffic jam
When deciding to leave the fortress, others' incomprehension and Zhaojun's inner firmness made this great strange girl.
A touching and legendary life
Try to use some beautiful and classic sentences, such as "once you were a smiling and beautiful song in the mountains and rivers, now you look at yourself in the bronze mirror, leaving only tears dripping." . ""Who is that bright golden step swaying for? ""You are like a rose under the corner of that high wall, living in silence, just to let people see your beauty one day. "
Teachers should like this type very much and get high marks. I hope it helps you! O(∩_∩)O
You need to finish some things by yourself. You have taught what you should. If you copy blindly, you will never learn to write.
2. A composition on the topic of a poem A composition on the topic of a poem A composition on the topic of harmony 2008-04- 13 08:40 Facing the sea, I saw its infinite breadth and depth; I saw its glittering and translucent spray splashing in the sky; See seabirds screaming at sea; See bright waves on the sea at sunrise.
I face this deep blue sea, which contains all this with the widest mind: it contains ridges and trenches; Contains the smallest single-celled organisms and huge blue whales; It contains the time of origin, and its waves have fluctuated since the beginning of the world; It contains vertical and horizontal space, from the sky to the center of the earth; It contains everything in life. Who can say that without the sea, we can still be as proud of heaven and earth as we are today? I yearn for the sea, I yearn to be in its embrace, I swim freely in the sapphire water, I make friends with fish, I pick up starfish as a headdress, and I steal pearls from mussels to decorate my long skirt. Go to the Dragon Palace under the sea with the mermaid, and take the dream bag to find the treasure that sank at the bottom of the sea.
Immerse myself in it, return to the most primitive cell state, and let the current send me to the ends of the earth. Everything is so harmonious and comfortable, without bondage or fetters.
That's the freedom I yearn for! However, I am not a seabird, and I can't fly in the sky singing the song of freedom; I am not a wave, and I can't shoot cheerful light when I am thrown into the air; I am not a fish, I can't swim freely in the sea; I am not a coral. I can't let my rocky body blossom into a free flower. I call for the sea, but the sunseeker water fades away with the sunset glow.
My tears taste the same as yours. Why can tears be touched, but never touched? ! I face the sea, and my sadness rises with the ebb tide. The sea, with its amazing mind, can't hold the small me. That charming sapphire is not the place where I can travel after all. I still can't touch your cheerful body.
I face the sea. The sky on the sea is bright with stars. The sea is calm without a ripple. We are waiting for the next dawn together. Maybe then I can embrace the sea and embrace the freedom of waiting day and night! Psychological research on cultivating harmonious class interpersonal relationship shows that the wider the scope of personal communication, the more diverse his contacts with all aspects of life, the deeper his social relations, and the richer his own spiritual world. This tells us that as a class educator, we must attach great importance to the construction of good class interpersonal relationship. Class is a small social group, in which there are network-like interpersonal relationships, including the relationship between students, the relationship between teachers and students, and so on.
First of all, establishing a good teacher-student relationship is an important condition for forming a good class group and a guarantee for the effectiveness of education. The process of education is the process of continuous communication between teachers and students, including the sending and feedback of all kinds of information and the exchange of emotions.
This interaction constitutes the atmosphere and background of education and teaching, and forms the knowledge field and psychological field between teachers and students. To have a good relationship between teachers and students, as a class educator, we should always pay attention to and adjust the psychological distance between the two sides in teacher-student communication.
We should not only have the dignity of teachers, but also strive to form our own cohesion and let students point to the centripetal force of educators. This requires us to have sincere feelings and attitudes towards students and sincere love, so as to arouse students' psychological identity and emotion.
The ancients said that only by being close to the teacher can we believe in the Tao and be influenced by it. At the same time, we should pay attention to the equality between teachers and students, who are equal in personality and truth, and fully believe that every student has the potential for development.
Cannikin Law told us that education must be geared to all students and create a fair learning environment so that every student can experience success. This can create a good psychological atmosphere, so that students have a sense of responsibility, consciously work hard and be strict with themselves.
In addition, teaching and learning learn from each other, that is, learning and then knowing the deficiency, teaching and then knowing the difficulty, and knowing the deficiency and then responding; Advance despite difficulties, and then strive for self-improvement. It profoundly reveals the dialectical relationship between the two.
Today, when the phenomenon of cultural feedback is very obvious, it is particularly important to learn from each other. Only in this way can we play our role correctly and communicate well with students.
Otherwise, the relationship between teachers and students may become a deformed relationship between cats and mice, police and thieves, deaf people and those who can't dig it out. Secondly, the establishment of a harmonious relationship between students and students shows that junior high school students have independent intentions and the need to participate in social activities, to be respected, to have friendship and communication, and so on. This social demand has caused great changes in interpersonal relationships.
There is a closed tendency to alienate parents and teachers, and an open tendency to seek partners who can tell each other frankly. This requires that class educators should not only play a single role of strict discipline, but should strive to be both strict teachers and good friends; Let students establish relationships with many teachers as much as possible, and let them be liberated from imprisonment under the influence of many adults.
Pay attention to the guiding role of public opinion in the relationship between students and students, help them get their due job intentions, gain self-dignity and self-demand, help them put their position in the group, cooperate with parents and teachers, overcome social difficulties, make students feel warm and harmonious in this class, learn from this group, make people forge ahead, be proud of being a member of the group and be willing to make efforts for the class. Although it is winter in a blink of an eye, the weather is fine, and the sun shines on the world without stint, which is warm and touching.
Everything greedily enjoys the comfort of sunshine, and the harmonious scenery makes people relaxed and happy. When I got home, I met my father who was about to go out. He was dressed in a straight suit and black shoes, showing the charm of a mature man.
I said goodbye to my father and caught a glimpse of some wrinkles in his tie. Just about to speak, "hey, wait a minute."
Mother's voice came from behind. My father turned around and my mother stepped forward, in a tone that seemed a little reproachful: "Look at your tie, it's so untidy for such a big man!" " "My father looked down and smiled like a wrong child, making a face at me leaning against the door.
Mother began to tie her father's tie. Her supple long hair hung down on her face, and her mouth pursed slightly, drawing a beautiful arc.
Father is tall, so mother must raise her arm.
3. Write a composition with poetry as the main topic, and write why you like it, not less than 500 words. I love poetry.
In the history of the Chinese nation for thousands of years, there are poems in the Tang Dynasty, words in the Song Dynasty, songs in the Yuan Dynasty and plays in the Ming Dynasty.
There were novels in Qing dynasty. Among them, I love poetry.
Poetry made Li Bai and Du Fu famous through the ages. Du Mu lamented the fall of the times.
Falling into decay, I wrote: "When I was riding a princess in the world of mortals and laughing, no one knew it was litchi." ; Liu Yong, because
Missing my lover, I wrote, "I will never regret widening my belt, and I will languish for Iraq." In ancient poetry
Under the infiltration of words, I quietly remembered some beautiful sentences. I will also borrow the scenery in my life.
Recite a few words.
Spring has come, and I admire: "The most important thing is the benefits of spring, which is definitely better than tobacco willow." ;
On the solstice of summer, I whispered, "The lotus leaves are infinitely blue the next day, and the lotus flowers are of different colors." ; The arrival of autumn
I chanted, "Every autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I said autumn is better than spring." ; Winter is coming, and I
Sighed: "Mei Xuxun's snow is three points white, but the snow loses a piece of plum fragrance."
I prefer words to poetry. Because reading poetry is only seven words and five words.
"quatrains" and "regular poems", while the words are "water turning around", "divination symbol" and "
Xijiangyue, Liangzhu and many other epigraph names. Change the rhythm and read rhythmically.
Legal consciousness.
Li Yu was in "the small building was easterly again last night, so the country was unbearable to look back on the moon." Miss Israel 3.
Previous time; Su Shi is "like a dream all his life, and a bottle returns to the moon." Express pride in the middle; "
Yichuan tobacco, city wind, plum yellow rain. "Such a beautiful scenery, he zhu is sad.
Heartbroken.
I really love words. At the first long or short, or sad or heroic words, I
There will always be a different world. I like Li best in this world.
Qingzhao and xin qiji's world. Li Qingzhao is gentle, Xin Qiji is tragic; Li Qingzhao is sad.
Abandoning illness is free. The two of them seem to be diametrically opposed, but they seem to be somewhat similar.
"Looking for it, cold and bright, sad and sad"; "Yugutai Qingjiang.
How many pedestrians cry in the middle? "Mo Tao doesn't forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers";
"Look at the sword when you are drunk, and dream back to the horn blowing camp"; "the word geese return, and the moon is full of the west building"; "
Looking for him in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was in the dim light "... these sentences.
Let me love words more.
I like poetry because I know it; When I like it, I think I love it; while
When I began to like it, I found that I had fallen in love with it. ...
4. Is it poetic to write a composition with "ancient poetry" as the main topic? Is the so-called poem a kind of wishful self-deception? Or turn a blind eye to the cruelty of life? Life is monotonous, repetitive, trivial and mediocre. Can such a life be related to poetry? This is a utilitarian and practical era, an era when everything is measured by money. Talking about poetry doesn't help the growth of GDP at all. Is it out of place? Whenever I have such doubts, I open my books again and again, immerse myself in the beautiful artistic conception created by those ancient poems, and then look back at my life, always finding hope and comfort.
As Borges said, "A rain that falls in the yard used to fall in Carthage." After all, we live in the same land as those ancient people who lived poetically, and are illuminated by the same sun and moon. Why can't we have what they once had, including the kind of poetry that permeates their lives and works? These immortal words are so beautiful and moving. I don't believe that these beautiful things will be far away from our lives. I don't believe that an era will degenerate to the point where poetry is not needed. I don't believe people will be numb to these poems and beauty. "The flute and drum follow the Spring Club, and the clothes are simple and ancient." We wear clothes, so do the ancients. Under the setting sun of the wine flag, the setting sun dyed the shirts in spring, and the ordinary clothes, in those classical poems, floated in fragrance, emitting an unusual charm and even moving beauty.
"Qingqingzi, leisurely in my heart; But for you, I am still thinking about it. " A single coat evokes such tenderness, and the blue in memory is still bright. There are always some things in my life that make people dream. "I didn't plan to make it back. The spring shirt was still a small needle and thread, and it was wet in the West Lake." The spring shirt is silent, but it faithfully records everything, the rain that fell in the past time and distant space, and the vicissitudes of the years. Reading such poems, you will find that the regrets left by life are always so shocking. We always ignore and miss those that should not be ignored by 62616964757a68696416fe78988e69d83313333531365438.
I have nothing to ask about clothes, and the moon has gone west. "Don't forget to add clothes when it's cold, so Nalan Rong Ruo asked his lover so tenderly," Fragrant and dead, thin and cold? "Maybe it's just a soft greeting handed over under the umbrella, but it's so warm and affectionate.
In addition, don't forget the woman wearing a light coat in the Song of Xizhou, "Recalling the plum blossoms in Xizhou, folding them and sending them to Jiangbei, with apricot red in her light coat and blue eyebrows". What a beautiful touch of apricot red! Under the Millennium, history has long been senile, but this touch of apricot red has penetrated the dust of the years and is still young. "The shopkeeper got the money to sell wine, so he thought of wine from clothes.
We drink, and so do the ancients. How do they drink? "Recalling the past, drinking on the bridge at noon, the table is full of heroism", childhood friends cooking wine, singing wine songs, or wandering around the water, writing poems on the stream, what a fascinating sight! While drinking, they will regret the passage of time: "I'm tasting wine alone, but I'm disappointed with the light and shade in the guest room", "Raise a glass of wine to persuade you to set the sunset, and leave a late photo among the flowers", even if I go back after drunkenness, it's poetic: "I can't stay, go to Lanzhou drunk, take the green road and pass by the place where Xiaoying cries." Not to mention the loneliness of "a sad dream wakes up and the sunset shines deep in the courtyard" and the desolation of "people wake up at dusk and it is raining all over the sky".
Another realm is in the snowy winter dusk, smelling faint wine in the clear air and seeing warm lights in the house, so I asked softly, "There is a feeling of snow in the dusk outside, how about a glass of wine inside?" ? "Such a plain sentence, but it has boundless poetry, enough to last forever.
5. Write a composition on the topic of one of my favorite poems. My favorite poem is also urgent. 5. I like reading books since I was a child, such as Education of Love, La Traviata and Four Great Classical Novels. I just want to see everything anyway. My three bookcases are all full.
Among them, I like reading ancient poems best, and "Xing" is my favorite one. In autumn, the mountains are covered with red leaves, and the red leaves are covered with fields and hillsides.
Clusters of red leaves on the branches of maple trees are like clouds of fire. The mountain road twists and turns and stretches into the distance.
Several families can be faintly seen on the mountain. They stood there, and every family was smoking. "Dangdang Dangdang" There was a rush of hooves in the distance.
After a while, I saw a carriage coming here, and the famous poet Du Mu sat on it. Du Mu was attracted by the beautiful scenery. When he got off the bus, he couldn't help admiring the vibrant scene: it was so beautiful.
Du Mu was fascinated by it, and even reached the state of selflessness. At this time, it seems that there is no time, no one, and it is a single world. Finally, the poet couldn't help reciting this poem: in the distance, the stone path of the cold mountain is oblique, and there are people in the depths of the white clouds.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. Finally, he couldn't restrain his mood and walked into the maple grove excitedly. The poet wore a white dress, and the red of the maple tree matched the white of the dress. This beautiful red leaf is simply more beautiful than the colorful red flowers in February.
I like poetry because it can make us enjoy beauty. When I was in kindergarten, I learned many ancient poems, such as Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer and He's My Hometown Book ... Among them, my favorite ancient poem was Li Shen's sympathy for farmers.
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?
Every time I see this ancient poem, I seem to see a farmer's uncle hoeing the ground at noon in the scorching sun. The hoe is getting heavier and heavier, and the farmer's uncle is getting tired. Sweat ran down his face, soaked his clothes and dripped to the ground. What a difficult picture! It is precisely because of the hard work of farmers' uncles that we can eat so many rich foods every day, including delicious rice, delicious steamed bread and all kinds of fruits and vegetables ... but my mother told me that there are still many people in the world who can't eat because of disasters, wars and other reasons. They endured hunger and pain, and some people starved to death. How tragic! Compared with them, how happy our life is! But some children don't cherish this hard-won luck. When they eat, they waste food and pick and choose, and rice grains fall everywhere. Some children even secretly dump food, alas! Really wrong! Here, I want to say loudly to all the children: "Please cherish the food!" " "My favorite ancient poems have been read countless times since childhood. Many people like to use poetry to express their feelings, wishes, thoughts of their loved ones and parting from their friends.
Among the poems I have read, the most impressive one is Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer: "The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for wayward children." . Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
But how much love does this inch of grass have? Make three spring scenery. In the poem, the author embodies the infinite love of a great mother, who thinks she is loving, simple and great.
Now, we take care of our mothers for granted. We can't understand their good intentions and sometimes even yell at them, but as mothers, they still care and love their children silently. They have no regrets about what their children have done.
I remember that in the "Wenchuan Earthquake" in May 12, a mother leaned against the collapsed building in the ruins and protected her 3-4-month-old child under her. Because of the mother's protection, the child fell asleep unharmed and quietly. When the ambulance personnel untied the quilt covering the child, they found a mobile phone with a sentence written on the screen: Dear baby, if you are still alive, you must remember my love for you.
Although this mother's great achievements are household names, does anyone who knows them feel anything? Mothers can give up their lives for their children, as mothers all over the world do. When I was sick, my mother stayed up all night, poured me water and stayed by the bed. Under the care of maternal love, she recovered quickly.
When I woke up, I was moved to tears when I saw my mother not sleeping by the bed all night. In retrospect, when I failed in the exam, my mother didn't scold me, but gave me the correct answer to the wrong question. When I held the written report card in my hand, she smiled, very pleased and happier than me.
Looking back on these years, my mother accompanied me every day. No matter what the weather is like, she always holds my hand; No matter what happens, she always teaches me everything after being frustrated; No matter how deep the night is, how deep the night is, how deep the night is, how deep the night is, how deep the night is, she always spends it with me.
..... Once, I hated my mother. Why are you so cruel? Why don't you hug me in the mud? Why didn't you teach me how to deal with setbacks before? Why are you so persistent and don't advise me to give up silently instead of taking a rest ... Now, I don't hate my mother, but thank her. She never holds me forward because she wants me to learn to face ups and downs; Never depressed, money taught me to deal with it, because it wanted me to appreciate life; Never ask me to give up, but teach me to persist in silence.
Mom, thank you! Thank you for teaching me a lot; Thank you/kloc-walk with me every day for 0/5 years ... but how much love does this inch of grass have? Reported three spring scenery. My favorite poem 2. China is a country of poetry.
Since ancient times, countless great poets have emerged in China: Qu Yuan, Li Bai, Du Fu and Bai Juyi ... These resounding names have long been deeply engraved on the historical monument of poetry. Their works have been told by later generations through the ages.
My favorite is Yu Qian's Poem of Lime. This poem was written by Yu Qian, a famous minister and national hero in Ming Dynasty.
The full text of the poem is like this: a thousand hammers cut out a deep mountain, and the fire burned like crazy. Broken bones and powder are everywhere.
6. Please write an article on poetic life with the theme of "Poetry".
"In this spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere, but now I remember that night, the storm and I wonder how many flowers were broken?" Meng Haoran's well-known quatrain has been passed down through the ages, which not only ushered in countless fresh and pleasant dawns for me, but also endowed me with countless vibrant springs and poetic life. Poetic spring, poetic morning, poetic world, poetic life … isn't it? The world is full of poetry, and our life is a poetic life.
I like poetry since I was a child, like the beauty of rhythm, artistic conception and distance. I like their literary charm. They can express many mysterious feelings and profound thoughts in simple, accurate and concise language and a few words. I am always infatuated with a good poem, reciting it repeatedly and fondling it.
When I was at school, my greatest wish was to have a copy of Li Bai's poems. However, as far as the conditions at that time were concerned, this wish was actually just an extravagant hope. I especially believe what the teacher said: "recite 300 Tang poems, and if you can't write them, you will slip away." So, I tried my best to borrow poems from my classmates to read. When you meet something you particularly like, write it down and save it for later recitation. Born stupid and slow in reciting poems, in order to memorize some good poems as soon as possible, I often copy them on my wrist and back of my hand and recite them at any time. There is no doubt that those poems that fascinate me have poetically influenced my childhood, lit up my youth, beautified my life and poeticized my life.
Poetic life, I like this poetic world, I love this poetic life. When the wind blows, I will think of Liu Bang's style: "When the wind blows, Yunfei goes home and Jia Wei goes home." . Andrew's brave soldiers guard the square! "Heroic.
When the flowers bloom, I will think of Du Fu's "yellow silk family is full of flowers, and ten thousand flowers are low." Butterflies dance from time to time. Butterflies are at home. Looking for flowers by the river alone is pleasant.
I will also think of Liu Zongyuan's "There are no birds in a hundred mountains and no footprints in a thousand paths" when it is snowing. A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing on the cold river-the snow is lonely.
I will miss it more when the moon is bright. When is the bright moon in Su Shi's Water Melody? Ask about Sky Wine. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I want to go home in the wind, but I'm afraid it's too cold on the top of Qionglou Yuyu ... "。
All the flowers, snow and moon are in poetry, and all the spring, summer, autumn and winter are in poetry. In short, everything in the world is full of poetry, and life is full of poetry everywhere. In my poetic life, I have romantic feelings, confusion of joys and sorrows, and nostalgia for spring, summer, autumn and winter. There is helplessness in pursuit, persistent sadness and timely touching ... these are actually the content, charm and artistic conception of this long poem of life. In any case, I hope to write works with rich content, touching plot, beautiful artistic conception, sonorous rhythm and corresponding tactics.
I like this poetic life, poetic happy life, poetic affair, poetic joys and sorrows, poetic love between men and women. Poetic people are romantic, rich and enjoyable, while poetic people are people who love life and strive for progress.
Poetic people are open-minded, free and unrestrained, sincere and kind, rich and profound, and optimistic. Such a man stands like a mountain, indomitable and indomitable. Lying like a river, calm and calm, has a long history.
Poetic woman A gentle and kind woman is a woman who loves life, is healthy and happy, and is elegant and confident. Such a woman is as beautiful as a blooming flower and as clear as a clear spring in the forest. They are like a charming landscape, smart and natural, implicit and pure, and they know how to love and be loved. They are elegant in taste and rich in connotation, and always exude unique magical charm, just like a poem full of charm, which makes people tirelessly read and have endless aftertaste.
Life is like poetry, life is like poetry, and there are poems everywhere in life. Faced with a picturesque life, we have no reason not to cherish it and live a poetic realm and charm. Facing the poetic world, we should all leave a beautiful and meaningful poem for our life, so as to make our life more poetic and the world more poetic.
Poetic life is the sublimation of truth, goodness and beauty, and the flogging of falsehood, ugliness and ugliness. Poetic life, romantic and warm life, is an upward life and a colorful life! If you want to love you in a poetic life, you must love boldly. If you have a dream, you must pursue it to your heart's content, devote yourself to life once, and take a natural and unrestrained path. Let this poem of life be more wonderful and perfect!
7. Write a composition with the theme of "An unforgettable poem", which requires 300-400 words and cannot exceed "Hypnotia", an unforgettable song.
Nothing in the world is better than quietly listening to a melodious melody. A shower of rain is a soft music; Flowing spring is cheerful music; The wind blowing through willow leaves is a touching music. We can hear all kinds of music everywhere in our life.
There is also a song worth listening to for a lifetime-lullaby. Some people may call me naive, but I don't think so. This song is too ordinary, it is not an emotional and exciting song, nor is it a touching and tearful song. It is an unforgettable song that makes me feel warm deeply.
"Sleep, sleep, my dear baby, mother's hand, gently shaking you. .. "As soon as I closed my eyes, my mother's serene expression and gentle movements came to my mind, and I couldn't help laughing. This smile is happy. That voice is so soft, just like a stream in Ming Che, it flows forward quietly until the cool water seeps into my heart. Without any accompaniment, the beauty of this timbre is like a fairy tale, sweet and happy. Let people indulge in this for a long time.
Under the guidance of singing, I saw a lot: in the morning, my mother called me in a gentle and kind voice and opened my eyes. I saw my mother's smile like spring breeze, which was deeply imprinted in my heart. That smile made all my troubles disappear. Eating the rice cooked by my mother is like an inexhaustible pot of sweetness, and my heart is warm, as if I have poured into a warm ocean. In the evening, under the light, there was an extra cup of hot milk in front of me, and I wore an extra dress. When I turned around, it was my mother's smiling face as always, encouraging me with its invisible words.
Melodious music makes me feel my mother's eternal warm love, which I will never forget!
You can cut it down to 400 words