Changqing primary school Yan Xinyang
Instructor Jane
"Rizhao incense burner produces purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs thousands of rivers." Straight down to thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days. This is a poem by Li Bai in Three Hundred Tang Poems. I read 300 Tang poems every day, because I have an appointment with poetry all the year round.
The loneliest thing is not just the winter scenery.
It snowed heavily when the appointment came in winter.
This picture of flying snow makes me seem to see another picture. In the painting, a person is looking at the river, and the rolling mountains in the distance are covered with snow; There is a boat in the river, moving slowly; As the boat approached, I saw an old fisherman sitting at the bow, fishing on the snowy river with a gun and hat. Oh, this is Liu Zongyuan's rare landscape poem on the cold winter river: "There are no birds in hundreds of mountains, and there are no footprints in thousands of paths." A leaf boat, a bamboo coat, fishing alone in the cold mountain snow. "
The most drunken beauty is autumn leaves.
The winter is sad, and the flaming maple leaves are the most beautiful.
So, Qiu hurried to the appointment. The flaming leaves on the tree, like innocent and lively children, suddenly blushed. However, with the change of seasons and the reincarnation of everything, even if you push a beautiful maple leaf, you have no choice but to fall to the earth. But this scenery was captured by the passionate poet, so there was a famous article "Stop and sit in the maple forest late, the frost leaves are redder than the February flowers".
The most pleasant thing is the Naxia River.
When it comes to autumn leaves and flowers, it is natural to mention summer lotus.
The hot sun is in the sky, and the heat is unbearable. In summer, I hurried to the appointment. The black dog, the doorman, squatted on the ground bleakly, peevishly sticking out his long tongue; Countless. Cicadas lie prone on the tree and keep chirping. Fortunately, there is a treasure house, which can make people warm up and even rest with a high fever. You see, under the dense leaves, there is a small pond, a lush lotus leaf, a delicate lotus flower and a dragonfly ... Coincidentally, this beautiful scenery complements the poet Yang Wanli's discovery. He happily wrote: Xiao He just showed its sharp corner, and a dragonfly stood on it a long time ago.
The most beautiful is the sound of spring.
In the gratifying atmosphere of the revival of everything and the blossoming of flowers, spring comes late.
Birds chirping on the branches, frogs croaking in the forest, thunder, lightning and sudden rain also come to help ... thunder is intermittent, but when it is earth-shattering, it is just a lot of thunder and little rain. The rain is the most beautiful. It crashed to the ground, fell on the leaves, and knocked on the glass. Although the voice is small, it is endless, and it is full of vitality. Spring came unconsciously, and mosquitoes that had been silent for an autumn and winter couldn't help flying. Then, "I woke up easily in this spring morning, and birds were singing everywhere" appeared again. But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded. "The poet Meng Haoran is also very famous in Jiangnan.
Spring is warm, summer is hot, autumn is cool and winter is cold. The four seasons alternate, and each season has its own style. In dating poems, I understand the mystery of seasonal changes and feel the true meaning of a happy life.
Oh, it's good to be with poetry!