The shepherd boy put the piccolo at his waist and looked at the endless grassland. The old cow is grazing not far away, and the shepherd boy can't help being lonely. He played the piccolo, which was blown far away by the slow evening wind. As night falls, the endless grassland is blown by the evening breeze, setting off layers of "waves". Suddenly, there were several melodious flutes in the distance, followed by silence. The flute is getting clearer and clearer. At the end of the field of vision, a low figure appeared. It's a little shepherd boy playing the flute. The little shepherd boy came slowly, and the beautiful flute was blown off and on by the evening breeze. Mother has been waiting for him at the entrance to the village. Although the family is poor in food, the little shepherd boy eats very sweetly. Mother looked at him and smiled. The shepherd boy thought, will anyone hear his flute so far away? The shepherd boy fell asleep. The moonlight shone on him, so soft. Look, there is a faint smile on the shepherd boy's mouth. Maybe this moonlight also lit up his dream!
Grade five, the next volume of three ancient poems, changed to 250 words.
Spring is coming. On a sunny day, Yang Wanli, a poet of the Song Dynasty, went there to play by boat. When he came to Anren, Yang Wanli immediately fell in love with this place. Everything here is revived, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and lakes and mountains are beautiful! In this charming scenery, Yang Wanli heard the children's laughter and couldn't help looking around. He found two lovely children sitting on a fishing boat not far from the river, one wearing a red Chinese-style chest covering and a clever ghost. Another older child, wearing shorts, is walking slowly with the boat. After a while, the boat stopped slowly, and the older children put away the bamboo poles and stopped the oars, so the boat did not move. Yang Wanli felt very strange and thought: What are they doing? At this time, he found a child holding up an umbrella, but it was sunny and there was no rain, which made Yang Wanli wonder: I wonder what they want to do? A mystery. Yang Wanli couldn't help asking them, "What are you doing with umbrellas?" The child replied, "We want to save some energy and let the wind take the boat forward. We are using the wind. As soon as the wind blows the umbrella, we can take the boat away, hee hee! " Yang Wanli suddenly realized at this moment and sighed. These two children are really smart.
On a cool summer night, the wind broke the silence of summer, and the bright moon hung high in the night sky, scattering light to the world, even the laughter and laughter of the past were gone. The vast Yuan Ye, covered with green grass, stretches for thousands of miles, like a green ocean. At first glance, it looks like an endless green carpet.
At this time, I haven't seen the returning shepherd boy, but I heard the melodious flute of the shepherd boy first. His flute makes people happy. On and off, it makes people feel comfortable and happy. The flute fluttering in the wind represents the cheerful mood of the shepherd boy. The shepherd boy's flute is getting closer and clearer.
After the shepherd boy finished his dinner, it was already after dusk. He walked to the grass while playing the flute skillfully. He lay leisurely in the open air enjoying the bright moon tonight, and 10 thousand "beautiful!" popped out of his heart. "The shepherd boy doesn't take off the hemp fiber at all, and he doesn't want to miss such a beautiful moon. While watching the moon, the shepherd boy teased the evening breeze with his flute. The shepherd boy thought: If there is such a beautiful moon every day, I can also let my friends enjoy it.
Although the shepherd boy has rested, he is still thinking about the moon tonight.
A clear stream gurgles around this small village all year round. Both sides of the stream are covered with green grass and lotus leaves. Lotus leaves are squeezed like big green disks. A breeze blew gently, and the lotus leaves danced. Look, a tall and graceful figure is reflected in the stream. Who's that? It turned out to be a big cypress tree in front of the stream! Next to the cypress tree, a small hut, vines climbed to the roof and made a lot of big pumpkins. Behind the house is a lush pine forest. Have a look, there are also a large area of rice seedlings! In the room, white-haired grandparents are whispering through wine. Grandpa smiled and said to grandma, "You are getting younger and more beautiful!" " Hearing this, the old woman threw away her coke and said, "Don't talk about it." Did you do something wrong today and come back to please me? "At this time, the sun has been high in the sky. The eldest son is very diligent and grows beans in the fields by the stream. The eldest son looked at the newly sprouted seedlings, shook his head and said happily, "This year must be a bumper harvest. In autumn, I want to surprise my parents and brothers! "The second son is sitting under a big cypress tree knitting a chicken coop! While knitting, he thought, when the chicken coop is built, the rooster can move in. This is their safe and comfortable home! The youngest son was lying on the stream peeling lotus leaves and eating them, muttering, "I want to bring delicious food to my parents and brothers!" " "Look, he is busy!
Write a 250-word envelope poem with the poem "It's not worth going to the park"
February in the south of the Yangtze River is a season of light clouds and bright sunshine. On impulse, the poet came to the door of a small garden to see the flowers and trees in the garden. He knocked on Chai Men a few times and didn't respond; I knocked a few more times, but no one answered. The poet guessed that he was afraid that the moss in the garden would be trampled, so he closed the door and thanked the guests. It is disappointing that the poet is thinking and wandering outside the garden. When he was helpless and ready to leave, he looked up and suddenly saw a blooming apricot flower sticking out of the wall. "Spring scenery can't be closed, and an apricot is out of the wall." From the blooming apricot flowers, the poet appreciates the vibrant spring scenery in the garden and feels the beauty of spring. Finally, he is glad that he has come.
Moss growing in front of the door shows that the garden is secluded and the owner is not at home. Knocking on the door for a long time and no one answered, it was even more deserted. However, all love is revealed after the affair. Writing prosperity from the cold silence makes people feel an unexpected joy.
Change a poem into a 250-word composition (shepherd boy).
Yuan Ye, lush with green grass, is full of vitality under the sunshine, stretching to the sky like a huge emerald carpet.
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 with the cool evening breeze, like a soft red lantern hanging on the edge of Yuan Ye and the sky. Maybe it was hung for too long, only to see it sink slowly and stop smoothly as soon as it touched the ground. It seems that vilen supports it. He jumped playfully on this huge green bed again. The endless Yuan Ye was dyed dark green by the sunset. Looking at the sunset in 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 was admiring with his eyes wide open when suddenly the setting sun trembled twice. Finally, like a naughty rabbit, it jumped up quietly with a brisk and agile beat.
The evening breeze blew gently again, and the clouds seemed to feel the end of the sunset glow. At the edge of the sky, the 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 coming slowly. It turned out to be a little shepherd boy. Wearing a hat and hemp fiber, he sat on the back of a cow, playing the flute happily and teasing.
At the entrance of the village, a white-haired grandfather and a sheep-herding baby are waiting for their little grandson who lives alone to return from grazing. The appearance of an old man and a young man has added some warmth to vilen and the cool villages.
The shepherd boy and grandpa have had enough to eat, and it is completely dark, but there are still a few faint rays of moonlight. The shepherd boy, who has been herding cattle for a day, is very tired at this time, like a tired kitten, snuggling on the woodpile without taking off his hat and hemp fiber, holding his beloved bamboo flute in his hand, looking up at the moon, thinking of his kind mother, and entering the sweetness of being with the moon with wonderful reverie.
Shepherd boy (Lv Yan)
Lv Yan: Dong Bin.
The grass shop is six or seven miles away from the field, and the flute works, and the night wind is three or four.
Come back from a full meal at dusk and lie in the moonlight without taking off your hemp fiber.
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① Yokono: Guangyuanye.
2 tease: tease.
Coconut shell coat: A brown or straw-colored coat used to keep out the wind and rain.
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The grassland is lush, and the vast Yuan Ye is endless. The flute is intermittent and melodious in the evening breeze, as if playing with the evening breeze. The shepherd boy returned from grazing, and after a hearty meal at dusk, he didn't even take off his hemp fiber, so he lay happily on the grass to rest on a moonlit night.
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The poem1(figure16) shows us a vivid picture of a shepherd boy returning home at night. We see the quiet and leisurely life of the shepherd boy. Through the poem, we also see the author's inner yearning for a happy life away from the noise: the vast Yuan Ye is covered with green grass; The evening breeze is blowing weeds, and I haven't seen the returning shepherd boy yet, but I first heard the melodious and approaching flute of the shepherd boy floating in the wind. The flute fluttered intermittently in the wind. The shepherd boy came back and had a good meal. It was past dusk, and he didn't even take off his hemp fiber, so he lay in the open air to rest on a moonlit night. It shows the carefree and naive nature of children. There are scenes, feelings and poems.
The word "shop" shows the gentle and comfortable feeling of green 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.
Here, the three or four sounds in six or seven miles do not refer to a definite number, 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 away from the noise.
Write a composition about the story written by ancient poetry, with about 250 words.
She is chubby, with curly hair over her shoulders and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. She is very kind. She is my grandmother. My grandmother is a primary school teacher, and I have lived with her since birth. In the cradle, grandma would put me to sleep and read me nursery rhymes. By the time I can speak, I will have read many children's songs and ancient poems. Grandma is the best in our family. Before I could speak, I pointed to all kinds of objects and asked my grandmother to compose children's songs for me. I still remember two children's songs written by my grandmother. First of all, I pointed to the air conditioner and asked my grandmother to create a children's song about air conditioning. Grandma looked at the air conditioner, and the children's song blurted out: "Air conditioner, air conditioner, you are great, cool in summer and warm in winter." I pointed at grandpa again. Grandma took a look at grandpa and said with a smile, "honey, listen carefully: grandpa with stubble is walking up and down the bridge with a pipe." The bridge is long and wide, and both ends of the bridge span the Yangtze River. " ..... I grew up in grandma's nursery rhymes and songs. After I was 3 years old, I grew up in my grandmother's story. Fairy tales, fables, myths, science, stories of animals and plants, all kinds of picture books ... Grandma told me stories, and I accompanied her to read story books, from which I found happiness; Reading makes me know how to help others and know the truth, goodness and beauty. Grandma taught me to like books and love reading. From listening to stories to reading stories by myself, I gained a lot of knowledge and improved my oral expression ability. Now I have been in the first grade of primary school, and I have grown up healthily under the care and guidance of my grandmother. Grandma, my classic first teacher, I love you forever.
Appreciation of any two poems by Tagore, about 200 to 250 words.
Jinhua
Tagore
If I become a golden flower, for fun,
Growing on a tall branch, swinging in the air with a smile,
Mom, will you still know me?
If you yell, "Where are you, son?"
I snickered there, but didn't say a word.
I will quietly open my petals and watch you work.
When taking a bath, my wet hair falls over my shoulders and passes through the golden flowers shaded by green trees.
When you go to the small courtyard of prayer, you will smell the flowers.
But I didn't know the smell came from me.
At lunch, I sat at the window and read Ramayana.
When the shadow of that tree falls on your hair and knees,
I want to cast my little shadow on your page,
Right where you are reading.
But can you guess that this is a small shadow of your child?
When you take the lamp to the cowshed at dusk,
I'm going to suddenly fall to the ground again,
To be your child again, please tell me a story.
"Where have you been, you bad boy?"
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"I won't tell you, mom." A poem is selected from Tagore's famous collection of children's prose poems, Crescent Moon Collection. Poetry begins with a deduction, always flapping the wings of imagination with a "if", which leads to the whole article. Then, the poet drew two pictures carefully. The first picture is a picture of mother and son amused. The poet imagined himself as a beautiful golden flower, growing on a tall branch, swaying in the wind with a smile and dancing on the new leaves. When my mother shouted, "I" didn't answer, but deliberately teased her, "secretly laughing there" and "silently". What a profound picture of mother-child love! Then, the poet described a picture of loving mother's life in detail, showing her charming style.
Banyan tree
Hey, you're standing by the pool, next to a furry banyan tree. Have you forgotten that child, like the bird that built its nest on your branch and left you?
Don't you remember how he sat at the window and looked at your tangled roots in surprise?
Women often go to the pool to draw a basin full of water, and your big shadow shakes on the water, like a sleeping person struggling to wake up.
Sunshine dances on the microwave, like a small shuttle weaving a golden carpet.
Two ducks are beside the reed, swimming in the shadow of the reed, and the child sits there quietly thinking.
He wants to be the wind, blowing through your rustling branches; Want to be your shadow, grow up with the sun on the water; Imagine a bird perched on your tallest branch; I also want to be those two ducks, swimming between reeds and shadows.
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In a poem, the banyan tree is also a friend and knows the wonderful psychology of children. In these three poems, the poet observes nature and feels life with children's eyes and hearts, and simply shows children's naive imagination and pure feelings, leading us to fly to the innocent and beautiful children's world like a new moon and relive our childhood dreams.
Change the poem Qiu Si into a story (no less than 200-250 words).
The poet Zhang Ji left his hometown and came to Luoyang City.
Time flies, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming in a blink of an eye, and the leaves are yellow and have fallen. In Luoyang, the cold wind blows hard, which makes people feel that the world is extremely desolate. Zhang Ji couldn't help feeling his thoughts. He misses his hometown and those people. ...
Zhang Ji wants to visit relatives and friends in person and go back to his hometown to visit his parents. It's a pity that I have no choice but to meet someone who is about to return to China and needs to be an official. In the depressed season, I happened to meet a fellow countryman who was about to return to his hometown, and decided to write a letter home and entrust the fellow countryman to give it to his parents to show his filial piety. There is a sweet greeting in the letter: I wish my parents "longevity is better than Nanshan, happiness is like the East China Sea", but I only complain too much for the folks. What if this is his last contact with his relatives? If this letter doesn't make it clear, what do you want to express? then what At this moment, Zhang Ji's heart is so complicated and contradictory.
Whenever the messenger leaves, he opens the envelope for fear that he has written something unpleasant to make his parents worry about himself and whether he will write less. Sometimes even if he can't find the mistake, he refuses to post the letter. Although every time this happens, the bright eyes of the messenger will be eclipsed, but he also knows the mood of Zhang Ji's poet in an instant.
In this way, Zhang Ji scanned the letter repeatedly with sharp eyes, and the locked brow just took care of his lack of thought. How much he wants to return to China at this time!
Looking at the blue sky, Zhang Ji wanted to shout loudly and pour out his wishes. ...
Make up a short story of less than 250 words with ancient poems.
As night falls, the endless grassland, blown by the evening breeze, sets off layers of "waves". Suddenly, there were several melodious flutes in the distance, followed by silence. The flute is getting clearer and clearer. At the end of the field of vision, a low figure appeared. It's a little shepherd boy playing the flute. The little shepherd boy came slowly, and the beautiful flute was blown off and on by the evening breeze.
Mother has been waiting for him at the entrance to the village. Although the family is poor in food, the little shepherd boy eats very sweetly. Mother looked at him and smiled.
The sun went down and a bright moon rose into the sky. The little shepherd boy can't stand his playful character. He didn't take off the hemp fiber, but lay on the haystack, playing one tune after another until the full moon, thinking about the story of the jade rabbit smashing medicine. He closed his eyes and fell asleep in the silver moonlight.
Rewrite the poem "Show Your Son" into a story.
The change of "Xiuer"
It was a gloomy day in the Southern Song Dynasty. There is an old man lying in a low hut dying. He is Lu You, a famous patriotic poet in the Southern Song Dynasty.
The wind is blowing, and Lu You has to take the last step of his life. With all his strength, he leaned down and said feebly to his children and grandchildren, "I can't wait for the day when the motherland is reunified." I'm so sorry! " Tears ran down the corner of his eyes, and so did his children and grandchildren. He went on to say, "We are now living a miserable life under the control of the Jin people. I have never witnessed the reunification of the motherland in my lifetime. I can't die with my eyes closed! " You must tell me when I will recover after my death, so that I can rest in peace! ""Father, don't worry, I'll remember to tell you the news of victory! " His son answered sadly. Lu You's eyes showed helplessness and regret, and he swallowed his last breath. The wind outside is even crazier, biting the crumbling hut like a monster.
This great patriotic poet left many regrets to the world.
Who can write Zhang Ji's ancient poem Qiu Si into a story of 200~250 words? It is very important to help my dear friend!
Melancholy Qiu Si
The poet Zhang Ji left his hometown and came to Luoyang City.
Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, Miss Qiu came to the world, and the leaves turned yellow and fell. The cold wind bursts, making people feel extremely sad and sad. Zhang Ji couldn't help feeling his thoughts. He misses his hometown and those folks, relatives and friends.
Zhang Ji wants to see his family and stay in his hometown, but there is nothing he can do. He can only write a letter from home to bless his relatives: I wish my parents "a long life and happiness like the East China Sea". Unfortunately, there are too many things to say to the families of the villagers. What if this is his last contact with his relatives? If this letter doesn't make it clear, what do you want to express? then what At this moment, Zhang Ji's heart is so complicated and contradictory.
Whenever the messenger leaves, he opens the envelope for fear that he has written something unpleasant to make his parents worry about himself and whether he will write less. Sometimes even if he can't find the mistake, he refuses to post the letter. Although every time this happens, the bright eyes of the messenger will be eclipsed, but he also knows the mood of Zhang Ji's poet in an instant.
In this way, Zhang Ji scanned the letter repeatedly with sharp eyes, which produced a poem describing contradictions and complex psychology. "I can't talk about repeated fears in a hurry, and pedestrians are about to open it."