China is a country of poetry. Poetry has a long history, famous artists come forth in large numbers, and numerous works by famous artists are spectacular in Chinese civilization. Poetry expresses the author's feelings with its concise language and beautiful words.
Opening the floodgate of memory, I found my favorite poem. That's the work of Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty-Mountain Walking. The four lines in the poem read: "The stone path in the cold mountain is far away, 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. "
This poem describes the beautiful scenery that the poet saw when he walked in the mountains in late autumn. The poet skillfully captured several scenery he saw on his way up the mountain: from a distance, it was a winding mountain road paved with rocks. When he reached the top of the mountain, he looked at the place surrounded by white clouds in the mountain, and several families appeared faintly. The maple leaves around him were like fire, which was even more beautiful, far better than the flowers in early spring and February. Here, there are white clouds, red leaves and bright colors; Mountain roads, maple forests and people's homes are harmonious and warm; Some poets stopped to watch the night view of Fenglin because of their love, which made the picture more affectionate. Writing autumn scenery, the whole poem has no sad and desolate atmosphere. Especially the last sentence, comparing maple leaves with flowers is very novel. The flowers in February are beautiful and charming, but when the spring breeze blows and the spring rain suddenly rises, they fall into the mud and go with the running water. But the maple leaves turned red in the struggle with autumn wind, autumn rain and autumn frost, showing great vitality. This is why the poet especially likes the maple grove. It is also the charm of this poem that has been passed down through the ages and is widely known.
Walking in the garden of ancient poems, we can enjoy all kinds of ancient poems. Farewell, spring, summer, autumn and winter, romantic scenery and scenic spots in ancient poems are all the legacy left by ancient poets to our descendants and the treasures of the Chinese nation.
Example 2
I have read countless poems since I was a child. 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, Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer is impressive:
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
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 is it 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 that you don't persuade me to give up and not rest in silence? ...
Now, I don't hate my mother, but I am grateful to 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-for walking with me every day for 0/5 years ...
But how much love does this inch of grass have? Reported three spring rays.
2. Write a 450-word composition on the topic of ancient poems I am familiar with. The ancients are not far away: When did my favorite historical figure, Li Qingzhao and Zhu Wenyi, Class 9 (2) of Hope Middle School in Weng 'an County, Guizhou Province, wake up? The flowers are ruthless, the sun is like blood, the piano is broken, and tears are streaming down her face.
-Inscription: The wind and rain break the clear moon, the stars fall, the sun sets, the cuckoo, and a lonely light shines in the secluded window. You didn't sleep at night. It must be the sadness of "can't move, worry too much" in your heart that dispels your drowsiness. Eyebrow, is your deep sadness. The destruction of the country has taken away the smile on your faces. You, Li Qingzhao, survived under the ravages of the world, but as an ancient woman, you cut off the weak psychology of ancient women. She didn't give up her life because of her husband's death, but lamented the loss of her country and returned home with a full moon. I admire you, your character, your loyalty to your husband and your dedication to your country. I admire you even more for being a hero who doesn't want to be a woman, but rather a hero who lives as a hero and dies as a ghost.
I admire your spirit of challenging. With your own efforts, you became the first female poet in the history of China, creating a precedent in history and proving the theory that "who says women are inferior to men". Nowadays, you are burdened with national hatred and family enmity, and you can't sleep day and night, in exchange for the haggard appearance of "people are thinner than yellow flowers".
-Poetic melody words are changeable, shining on you is better than a blue solitary lamp. Tsing Yi is plain, and you look at the moon by the window. The waning moon is like a cracked jade, and it can't be mended if it is cracked. Leng Yue is chilling. That night, you recited "yellow flowers piled on the ground, haggard and damaged." Who can pick it now? " "You are sad in your heart, but your words are not as good as Li Yu." It's easier to see without looking, and the water is gone, and everything is built in the sky and underground. "The beauty of words; Without Li He's poem "Phoenix breaks Kunshan, Lotus cries, Xianglan laughs", Fan Zhongyan's magnificent poem, General's poem "White hair and tears", Tao Yuanming's poem "Planting beans in the south of the mountain, grass full of bean sprouts" and Su Shi's poem "The wine is still in full bloom, and the temples are slightly frosty, so what! "Bold words are not as elegant as Li Bai's words" The bones of great writers are your brushes, and I grew up with you in Tianyuan ",but you have the beauty of the poem" to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night ". Nothing can eliminate this feeling, only frowning, but facing my heart. "
Those lingering words, your poems are saturated with your love for your country and your husband, your words interpret your sadness, and you can feel your strength after loneliness and pain. -One dream after another. I like the sadness in your poems, the strength after clearing your tears, your innocent heart and the deep patriotic feelings between your eyebrows. You have gone through a hard journey and gained eternal beauty. Beauty exists in historical time and space, in people's lonely hearts and in books of wisdom. I hope that one day, I can inherit you
I admire Li Bai's ambition, Wen Tianxiang's patriotic spirit till death do us part, Qu Yuan's character of not colluding with the common customs, and your indomitable spirit of challenging yourself. Your beauty lies in your heart. Your heart is like a piece of jadeite jade stained with ink. It looks dirty, but it is actually pure and flawless. This is your beauty. Now, the dream has awakened, the flowers are still blooming beautifully, the blackbirds are melodious, and the red sun gradually emerging from the horizon is a prelude to the birth of a new generation of poets. I don't know, but your poems and your character will remain in my heart forever.
3. I like writing poems. Poetry with more than 400 words and 450 words is a treasure in the literary treasure house. Poets at all times and all over the world have written countless beautiful poems with beautiful flowers. And what I like to read and appreciate most is ancient poetry.
We have been in contact with poetry since childhood. When I was a child, my parents told me to recite ancient poems, goose goose goose, thinking at night ... When I recite these ancient poems in a childish voice, I always feel proud to recite them. When I grow up, I will choose to read some poems by myself. Simple sentences in poems always make people daydream. Poetry transcends time and space, strikes our hearts and gives us artistic enjoyment and edification.
Many poems are like an ordinary story, sometimes insignificant, but they can be written by poets into eternal famous sentences and spread widely. This is the charm of poetry. If you want to taste poetry, you must understand the poet's life experience and even social background. It is not difficult to understand, but what you get will only be superficial and meaningless. When you really understand it, feel it and understand it, you will get endless feelings and real meaning. You can even feel that you are breathing with the poet, sharing joys and sorrows. You understand his feelings and even have the impulse to comfort him. I like poetry and poets. I like them very much.
I was deeply attracted when I read The Difficult Road in Shu. The poet's unpredictable brushwork vividly depicts the dangers of Shu Road, artistically shows the winding, majestic and rough face of ancient Shu Road, and depicts a colorful landscape painting, which is fascinating.
Du Fu's "Spring Hope" will make people sad, and war will separate people from their loved ones and leave their homes. Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer reminds people of his mother's warm care, and a burst of warmth comes to mind ... Every time I appreciate it, I can have different feelings.
This is the charm of ancient poetry, and I want to be intoxicated by the charm of this poem!
4. Write a composition for Grade Three in the form of poetry. It's getting dark and the earth is shrouded in hazy night. Moon girl quietly revealed her round smiling face, overlooking the vast land, villages, mountains and rivers, fields like a lifelike jade carving, solemn and beautiful.
The river that has been flowing for a day is slowly flowing in the moonlight. The evening breeze is blowing, sparkling, just like countless small fish chasing and jumping on the water. On the beach by the river, there are many people enjoying the cool, very relaxed and leisurely. Even songs, laughter and voices are as soft and harmonious as moonlight.
The tall corn in the field was rustled by the breeze. Moonlight shed a transparent light and filled the whole sky, just as the sky poured dew-like rain into the corn field, and the moist corn was particularly energetic.
Ah, what a quiet moonlit night. You are silently immersed in the moonlight, but the moonlight silently conveys your endless thoughts. I like moonlight, and so do I. Because. It drove away the darkness, brought light to people and aroused my infinite reverie. ...
5. Write a composition about the changes of Muling in my hometown in the form of poetry, and then give you a 400-word reference. Composition 1: Ten years later, my hometown is in Suzhou, and the environmental protection is particularly good.
Beautiful scenery, birds and flowers. But I firmly believe that after ten years, the environment in my hometown will become better.
Ten years later, the wide asphalt road will bid farewell to the dusty days, because all cars rely on the sun to provide fuel, they suck in carbon dioxide and expel oxygen. So while driving, it can not only protect the environment, but also produce oxygen. It's killing two birds with one stone! Ten years later, scientists developed a pesticide that can make flowers and trees never wither, so the square is full of towering old trees. They are like sentries in the square, guarding the safety of the square at all times.
Ten years later, each building will be at least 100 stories high. Because people know how to recycle, they turn tons of scrap steel into beautiful houses, and turn a lot of empty mineral water bottles into brand-new pencil boxes ... The beauty of hometown in ten years, come soon in ten years! My hometown ten years later Composition 2: My hometown ten years later Last night, I had a dream about my hometown environment ten years later. It was dark, every household had lights on 24 hours, and there was no one in the street, because there was rubbish everywhere.
Only electric workers are repairing electricity for every household with lights on. There is only * * land left on the mountain, and there are no trees. Birds have no home, so they have to rest wherever they fly.
There is rubbish everywhere on the road, and sanitation workers can no longer serve people. Because they have swept this and that, no one wants to be a sanitation worker! What about the river? Of course, there is garbage, there is not much water, people are short of water, and most of the poor people are dead. People are dying. Let's protect the earth! Don't make my dream come true, plant more trees and cut down less trees, so that our earth will become better! Ten years later, the hometown environment composition 3: Ten years later, the hometown environment blink of an eye, and ten years have passed. My hometown has changed a lot! In the past, a lot of rubbish was piled up in the big trash can in our village, which smelled bad.
Now, garbage has cleaner and fresher air, and it no longer stinks. In addition to good hygiene, my hometown has also introduced advanced technology. All kinds of robots will dispose of all kinds of harmful substances harmful to the environment, turn waste into treasure, and make it a useful daily necessities for human beings ... Seeing how beautiful my hometown is, my mind appeared ten years ago.
Ten years ago, although the roads were smooth and there were many tall buildings. But there are few trees on either side of the road. A gust of wind blew, and colorful bags blew on me. Alas, the air is terrible.
At that time, people didn't pay attention to the environment. For example, there was a small pond in our village's small garden. The water was clean and small fish swam around like cute little dolls. But people litter, the pond is not clean, and small fish are poisoned.
I'm sorry, this is the result of human littering. Now people begin to pay attention to the importance of the environment, and care for the environment bit by bit, and protect their beautiful homes with actions ... How happy I am, you see, I now live in a beautiful home, and I will support people to protect the environment to the end! Ten years later, my hometown environment composition 4: Ten years later, I sat on the sofa and looked at the blue sky. Suddenly, it was golden and brought me to 2020.
I walked in the street, walking, unconsciously, came to the brand-new West Lake. There was always some rubbish thrown by tourists on the asphalt road, but now it can't be seen. I couldn't help glancing aside. There are two trash cans, one green and one yellow, and there is a group every 10 meter. It turns out that this is a high-tech trash can. As long as it sees tourists throwing garbage, or there is garbage on the road, this high-tech will reach out and "throw" the garbage into the bucket (non-recyclable yellow bucket, recyclable green bucket).
After enjoying the beautiful scenery of the West Lake, I continued to take a walk. I suddenly walked onto the road and found that there were many trees and plants here, and the police were all intelligent robots ... At this time, a bird was accidentally injured, and a child saw it and soon cured it. It turned out that when people learned that Mother Earth was in danger, they regretted it and decided to save Mother Earth. They plant trees everywhere on the roadside to protect birds, invite robots to be security guards and punish those who don't protect the environment.
"Ding Lingling ..." A phone call woke me up. Looking back on my dream just now, I thought: I must protect trees, make the earth more beautiful and make the air fresher! What is the hometown environment after ten years? The environment in my hometown is beautiful now, and it will be even more beautiful in ten years.
Ten years later, every village will be connected to the highway, and the flat asphalt road will bid farewell to the dusty days. There are trees on both sides of the road, and cars are driven by solar energy, so there is no air pollution and the speed is extremely fast. The pedestrian bridge erected on the highway in the main city has reduced the traffic jam. People walk on the bridge and enjoy the scenery while walking.
Ten years later, the square is full of tall and straight trees, and flowerpots are placed in the most ornamental position. No matter spring, summer, autumn and winter, cold and hot summer, they can stand there with their heads held high and full of vitality, because scientists have developed a medicine that can make everything immortal, make them fresh and fragrant, and people can sit on wooden chairs to breathe fresh air and eliminate the fatigue of the day. If you litter, the trash can will fly to catch the garbage and keep the square clean all the time.
After 10 years, all high-rise buildings will have at least 100 floors, surrounded by communities composed of flowers and trees, such as terrace gardens, balcony gardens and roof gardens, which are full of colorful chrysanthemums, azaleas, roses, Chinese rose flowers and orchids, forming a colorful carpet. In the space in the middle of the building, bridges of various shapes have been erected, which facilitates the communication between people in the community.
There is also an overpass on the overpass.
6. The ancient poem "The Shepherd Boy" was rewritten into a 450-word composition. Vilen, lush with green grass, is full of vitality under the sunlight, like a huge emerald carpet stretching into the sky.
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.
7. Autumn speech, composition, poetry form 500 words, anxious autumn.
Level 4 | Other within 200 words
Autumn is a deep name.
Autumn is the harvest season.
Autumn is a yellow dream.
Become great because of autumn and fallen leaves.
Reality changes because of autumn and everything.
Because of autumn, * * * has a realistic dream.
Because of autumn, great youth burns.
So autumn is red.
So autumn is passionate.
So autumn is objective.
So autumn is magnificent.
So autumn is friendship.
Friends, let's sing autumn with youth.