At dusk, the scenery in Wangchuan Villa is so beautiful that I have to get drunk. There has just been an autumn rain in the quiet villa, and the weather has already shown the coolness of autumn. The mountain infected by autumn looks more vigorous and agile, as if revealing a kind of strength and elegance.
The bright moonlight shines into the pine forest, putting a coat on the earth, and the clear spring water flows through the stone, gently moistening the moss on the stone. Everything seemed so peaceful and carefree, as if my heart had been spotless.
Deep in the bamboo forest, there were faint bursts of crisp laughter. It's the girl who washes clothes who comes back. Bright smiles hung on their faces, and bamboo seemed to be happy for it, swaying gently with the breeze. There are ripples on the surface of the water, and the green lotus leaves are swaying, showing the freedom of the gentleman. It turns out that fishing boats have broken this tranquility, but they have also brought infinite vitality.
Although flowers and plants wither in spring, the beauty of autumn is always worth appreciating. Although spring is more beautiful, the depth and charm of autumn are unparalleled.
The autumn color of this villa shows a complete autumn in front of my eyes, and there is no lack of natural beauty and simple beauty. It is a pleasure to have an isolated heart in such a beautiful mirror.
I am willing to look at pine forests, lotus ponds and green hills forever and be a person facing nature.
2. Rewrite Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains into a composition. Autumn evening, just after the baptism of continuous autumn rain, the air is particularly fresh. Mocha strolled leisurely on the path paved with bluestone. Looking from a distance, the first thing you see is the blue sky and washing the night. The mountain peaks are constantly undulating. Beside the winding path, the stream seems to be a flawless jasper, crystal clear; The young trees are lush and green; In a piece of green grass, dotted with some unknown flowers, clusters, one after another, covered with dew, facing the autumn wind, it is more and more crystal clear and shy. ...
Sitting quietly near a pine forest, the pine tree is like an ancient city and a giant umbrella, with overlapping needles and leaves dripping with dew.
Everything is so peaceful.
Unconsciously, a bright moon rose in the sky and the moonlight sprinkled on the grass. Through the sparkling waves, I suddenly saw the moss growing in the water. Under the moonlight, the mountain spring is 62616964757a68696416fe4b893e5b19e313333641,like a string of vegetarian dishes floating in the water. The murmur of the stream, if it is the sound of nature. ...
Wang Momo involuntarily sang a poem: "Alone on an empty mountain and a secluded pine forest".
Suddenly, there was a silvery laughter in the distance. Mo Sha walked out of the pine forest and came to a bamboo forest. Straight bamboo is inserted into the sky, and the green branches and leaves are fragrant and refreshing. A group of laundry girls came to the lake, covered with long flowing hair; Wearing a simple dress, the steps are light and leisurely.
At the end of the bamboo forest is a big lotus pond. The lotus leaves in the field seem to extend to the horizon, and the blooming lotus flowers are as graceful as beautiful girls. It's refreshing that the budding stamens are swaying in the breeze. It is really "the lotus leaf is infinitely bright, and the lotus flower reflects the sun in a different color"! A boat rippled green and drifted away.
3. The composition imitates "living in the mountains in autumn". After the new rain, stand in the autumn evening.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. Bamboo whispered to the washerwoman who came home and left the fishing boat.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time. Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and the picture gradually unfolds.
It is a kind of tranquility and indifference. In the autumn evening, a rain gently sprinkled over the empty mountain forest.
Vaguely fresh air, vaguely intoxicating autumn scenery, and crystal rain and dew hanging on the red leaves, which can be touched ... Wang Wei is a famous pastoral poet in the Tang Dynasty, and he is also called "Wang Meng" with Meng Haoran. He inherited the predecessors such as Tao Yuanming and Xie Lingtuo, and pushed his creation to a new level. Wang Wei's works are famous for "poetic and picturesque", and Dongpo poets once commented: "There are paintings in poetry, which are fascinating; Look at the picture, there are poems in the picture. "
The difficulty here is Wang Wei. Indeed, when I first read this song "An Autumn Night in the Mountain", I seemed to see a pale ink landscape with a bright moon and a boat in spring.
After reading it again, the picture gradually became clear, and a sense of freshness came to my face. "The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening."
At dusk and the beginning of autumn rain, the quiet mountain residence exudes tranquility and freshness everywhere. Mountain residence, quiet mountain residence; Autumn corn, intoxicating autumn corn.
Where the poet is, perhaps the air is unusually refreshing, perhaps the pines and cypresses are getting greener after the baptism of rain, or perhaps the red leaves all over the mountains are dancing in the wind. Facing a mountain in autumn scenery, the poet became interested in poetry.
You see, the bright moon is high, the pine forest is gloomy, and the moonlight passes through the pine forest, leaving a little mottled on the mountain road; Listen, the mountain spring is clear and flowing. Who knows where it will flow? Poets integrate scenery with emotion, voice with emotion, emotion with poetry. The bright moon here has no sorrow of parting, nor does it have a thousand miles of acacia; The bright moon here will only smile quietly, smiling quietly among the lush pine forests and smiling in the poet's quiet heart.
And the clear spring on the stone, gurgling through, brushed away the poet's past depression. Therefore, this sentence "There is moonlight in the pine forest and crystal stone in the stream" has become a famous sentence throughout the ages and has been passed down to this day.
4. Rewrite an autumn night in a deep mountain into a short essay of 100 words, and wander in the empty and quiet mountain forest, with mottled rain traces around it, like tears of God's life, telling all the noise and being buried in the autumn soil just to decorate this picturesque beauty. Everything is covered with a layer of "snow gauze", like a bride who is about to get married, with a beautiful face, unparalleled and deep eyes, which people unconsciously cherish. The bright moon in the sky, in the looming pines, quietly shed a trace of comfort, which is also true and illusory. The crisp sound of a clear spring sliding over a stream stone echoed in my ear, just like the swaying of a lily of the valley, which shattered the confusion of my life. It is quiet and beautiful here, and the mountain springs are cool and flowing on the rocks, just like the pure white practice of a beautiful girl. Only then did I see the Huansha girl return with a smile, wearing a delicate jade star. The beautiful lotus can't help shaking, and the lotus leaves in the field are raised to both sides, setting off a beautiful scene. Lotus is swaying in this clear wave, like a dancing woman. The mist fills the air, the tea fragrance flutters, and the dew ripples, dotted with the moonlight of this lotus pond. The scenery here is unique! The lotus leaf is swaying to show that the gentleman is free and easy, just watching the fishing boat slip by, breaking this tranquility, but it also brings infinite vitality. The dancing pace in this autumn breaks my heart. The scenery in the mountains is so clear and seemingly noisy, but it is actually quiet, seemingly quiet and so vibrant! Why don't you let me stay? Why don't you let me stay inside? Ren Chunhua falls and waits for the beauty of autumn. I can stay on this mountain, follow the example of Mr. Wu Liu, plant beans in Nanshan and pick chrysanthemums in Dongli. My heart will always be as secure as a white cloud, which is intended to let nature take its course. Although spring flowers have fallen, the beauty of autumn is more worth looking forward to. Although spring flowers are gorgeous, autumn rhyme is more worthy of taste. The color of this autumn is not lacking in nature and simplicity. I'm carrying a hidden.
5. The composition imitates "living in the mountains in autumn". After the new rain, standing in the autumn evening.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
Bamboo whispered to the washerwoman who came home and left the fishing boat.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and the picture gradually unfolds. It is a kind of tranquility and indifference. In the autumn evening, a rain gently sprinkled over the empty mountain forest. Vaguely fresh air, vaguely intoxicating autumn scenery, and faintly touching crystal rain and dew hanging on the red leaves. ...
Wang Wei was a famous pastoral poet in Tang Dynasty, and he was also called "Wang Meng" with Meng Haoran. He inherited the predecessors such as Tao Yuanming and Xie Lingtuo, and pushed his creation to a new height. Wang Wei's works are famous for "poetic and picturesque", and Dongpo poets once commented: "There are paintings in poetry, which are fascinating; Look at the picture, there are poems in the picture. " The difficulty here is Wang Wei.
Indeed, when I first read this song "An Autumn Night in the Mountain", I seemed to see a pale ink landscape with a bright moon and a boat in spring. After reading it again, the picture gradually became clear, and a sense of freshness came to my face.
"The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening." At dusk, since the beginning of autumn rain, the quiet mountain residence exudes tranquility and freshness everywhere. Mountain residence, quiet mountain residence; Autumn corn, intoxicating autumn corn. Where the poet is, perhaps the air is unusually refreshing, perhaps the pines and cypresses are getting greener after the baptism of rain, or perhaps the red leaves all over the mountains are dancing in the wind. Facing a mountain in autumn scenery, the poet became interested in poetry.
You see, the bright moon is high, the pine forest is gloomy, and the moonlight passes through the pine forest, leaving a little mottled on the mountain road; Listen, the mountain spring is clear and flowing. Who knows where it will flow? Poets integrate scenery with emotion, voice with emotion, emotion with poetry. The bright moon here has no sorrow of parting, nor does it have a thousand miles of acacia; The bright moon here will only smile quietly, smiling quietly among the lush pine forests and smiling in the poet's quiet heart. And the clear spring on the stone, gurgling through, brushed away the poet's past depression. Therefore, this sentence "There is moonlight in the pine forest and crystal stone in the stream" has become a famous sentence throughout the ages and has been passed down to this day.
6. Rewrite Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains into a short essay of not less than 500 words. This is a day of heavy rain, bright sunshine and fresh air. At this time, the mountains become deep and wide, and the air permeates the mountains, becoming a charming and mysterious place, making you seem to have entered a fairy-tale world. How can such a beautiful artistic conception not make me intoxicated?
In the autumn evening, the breeze blows to you and you feel cool. At this time, hard-working people feel very comfortable, and I feel very comfortable. Whenever I smell the autumn wind and see the traces of autumn, I will be as happy as a naughty elf. This is because I like autumn.
The moon is in the sky and the mountains are silvery white. Wherever you go, you can see beautiful white, which is the brilliance of the moon and the silver flakes scattered by the moon.
The gurgling stream, like a white practice, flows slowly on the stone. Gentle water flows down the river, "Ding-dong, Ding-dong." Like a gentle girl humming a song for a walk, her voice is beautiful.
Suddenly there was a loud noise in the bamboo forest. It was the melodious voice of the washerwoman, which made me sing along. I was in high spirits!
The elegant lotus leaves moved. Who ruined this beautiful scene? Ah, the fisherman drew layers of ripples in the water. The waves in the water are so beautiful!
Spring has passed and the wild flowers are gone, but you can park here everywhere; Frustrated wanderer, here, you can be detached!
7. Expand the imagination of an autumn night in the mountains, named Wang Wei, and rewrite it into a narrative exercise with a topic of about 500 words. An empty mountain after the rain, an autumn night in the deep mountains, stands in the autumn evening.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
The quiet mountains are as beautiful and charming as dreams. Just after a light rain, there is still that refreshing fragrance in the soil, which slowly drifts away in the air. The light and shadow of the sunset will sink into the mountain, but this charming sunset dusk does not make the refreshing and capable autumn feel ashamed. Autumn has experienced too many mixed storms, and now there is only endless demure and happiness. In spring, "spring water is brighter than dawn, and the original boat listens to the rain".
In winter, "plum blossoms are as fragrant as snow, and the world of mortals is like a dream" is open-minded and comfortable, so it quietly shuttles through the trajectory of years and time. Soon, a crescent moon rose gradually, and the dark silver light filled the darkness among all the trees. Vaguely, mysterious moonlight circulates in the heart, reflecting all other thoughts, leaving only endless leisure wandering in the body, which has not receded for a long time.
Listen, not far away, the flowing streams and springs are dancing with their light bodies, posing brightly on the cool jade, and their hearts are trembling like flowers, flowing day and night. Li Bai once got drunk after drinking the bright moon alone. He also missed his hometown, but the beautiful willow leaves tonight don't need any pain.
Suddenly a burst of laughter slipped into my ear. When I looked back, I saw several graceful women coming, with peach blossoms on their faces and eyes like autumn water, returning together with charm. There is a simple flavor in the charm, but there is no vulgar flavor. In the depths of thousands of flowers, the tender grass is blooming with flowers by the abundant moonlight, and all the beauty and freshness are blooming.
Looking around, the lotus flower is just gorgeous, glittering and shining in the water, swaying gently, and the quiet lotus leaf firmly holds up the essence of its life, gorgeous and without reservation. Suddenly, the water was covered with waves and endless swings. Tiny water droplets gradually rose in the night sky, flickered for a while in the moonlight, like meteors, and looked back like a short dream.
The clear night seems to be more profound, which makes me wake up from my infatuation. It turned out that the river fluctuated because the old wooden fishing boat had gone down the last section of Mingshui and disappeared unconsciously in the dark night.
8. An autumn night in a deep mountain changed his composition and rewritten it.
Spring and summer have passed, autumn has passed, and the empty mountain village is still drizzling. Rain moistens everything in the mountains. After bathing in the green trees, I stood up mentally, as if I had a "good back"; When the rain stopped, it stopped. After a storm comes a calm, glittering pearls roll on the green leaves, occasionally drop on the ground, and even make a little noise, reflecting a green world. The sky is blue, the air is fresh and the mood is cheerful. Ah! What a wonderful picture! Such exquisite and matched landscape paintings can only be described by the "magic pen" in the hands of famous artists!
"Squeak", the cricket is lying on the hay singing. As night falls, the moon rises and only partridges are heard. As night fell, the moon rose to the top of the mountain, and I kept sighing. An unknown bird flew overhead and looked up. Bare pine trees are covered by quiet moonlight, like a layer of silver gauze, clearly visible and stand proudly. "Hua Hua", the clear spring water flows slowly on the pebbles in the ravine between the two mountains, making a crisp sound. Occasionally, the slowly flowing spring water hits the pebbles, splashing small and exquisite waves, white, clear and lovely!
Suddenly, somehow, there was a noise in the bamboo forest. It turned out that a group of women came to the river to wash clothes at noon. They have been busy until now. Seeing that it's getting late, they picked up a big basin of clothes and left home talking and laughing. The lotus in the river suddenly moved. I looked into the distance. Oh! It turned out to be a fishing boat! It came this way along the current, and the waves rippled and spread around. A young man came back from fishing and walked home. A woman wiped his sweat.
Autumn is coming, ah! Whatever, flowers and grass, you can wither and rest in peace. Then next spring, you will grow more beautiful and lush than before. Don't worry! I'm not leaving here. I won't leave you. The arrogance of the imperial court pushed me out, which only you can understand. I have an empty ambition, but I just hope I can't do something for my country!
9. Zhou Ji copied a 500-word autumn night in the mountains.
Autumn has passed the noise of summer. Wind, cool; Rain, continuous ...
"The endless golden fields are really refreshing!" A classmate next to him took a breath of fresh air and praised him. At this moment, I can't help but think of an autumn night in the mountains written by Wang Wei, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty:
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
The moon shines on the pine forest and the clear spring gurgles. Unexpectedly, this wild forest can also become a legendary fairyland! The washerwoman came home, talking and laughing in the bamboo forest, and the fishing boat that came home late touched the lotus leaf. It aroused the emotion of the poet Wang Wei, who happily picked up a pen and painted a quiet and distant autumn scenery, with a fresh and vibrant picture on the paper.
How desirable the mountain scenery is after the rain in autumn night! Even I want to see this beautiful scenery! Moonlight is blowing clear water all the way, bamboo leaves rustle, I walk in the forest with the girl who washes the yarn, or chase or play, and the autumn wind gently blows up the skirt yarn to accompany us all the way ... the ethereal valley, accompanied by clear laughter, flies, flies. ...
Listen carefully, like autumn insects whispering: quiet, quiet; Like bluestone sigh: life geometry, geometry; Singing like a stream: carefree, carefree; Like a lotus leaf calling: return, return. ...
Days, with the night, dim, dim; Night, with the moon, getting thicker and thicker; Autumn, with the sky, flowing, flowing. ...
May the beautiful scenery stay in the world forever!
10. An autumn night in the mountains changed his composition and rewritten >; Spring and summer have passed, autumn has passed, and the empty mountain village is still drizzling.
Rain moistens everything in the mountains. After bathing in the green trees, I stood up mentally, as if I had a "good back"; When the rain stopped, it stopped. After a storm comes a calm, glittering pearls roll on the green leaves, occasionally drop on the ground, and even make a little noise, reflecting a green world.
The sky is blue, the air is fresh and the mood is cheerful. Ah! What a wonderful picture! Such exquisite and matched landscape paintings can only be described by the "magic pen" in the hands of famous artists! "Squeak", the cricket is lying on the hay singing.
As night falls, the moon rises and only partridges are heard. As night fell, the moon rose to the top of the mountain, and I kept sighing.
An unknown bird flew overhead and looked up. Bare pine trees are covered by quiet moonlight, like a layer of silver gauze, clearly visible and stand proudly. "Hua Hua", the clear spring water flows slowly on the pebbles in the ravine between the two mountains, making a crisp sound. Occasionally, the slowly flowing spring water hits the pebbles, splashing small and exquisite waves, white, clear and lovely! Suddenly, somehow, there was a noise in the bamboo forest.
It turned out that a group of women came to the river to wash clothes at noon. They have been busy until now. Seeing that it's getting late, they picked up a big basin of clothes and left home talking and laughing. The lotus in the river suddenly moved. I looked into the distance. Oh! It turned out to be a fishing boat! It came this way along the current, and the waves rippled and spread around.
A young man came back from fishing and walked home. A woman wiped his sweat.
Autumn is coming, ah! Whatever, flowers and grass, you can wither and rest in peace. Then next spring, you will grow more beautiful and lush than before. Don't worry! I'm not leaving here. I won't leave you.
The arrogance of the imperial court pushed me out, which only you can understand. I have an empty ambition, but I only hope that I can't do something for my country.