A pot of wine from the flowers, I drink it alone. No one is with me.
Until, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us.
Alas, the moon cannot drink water, and my shadow follows me blankly; .
But for a while, I had these friends who cheered me up at the end of spring.
I sang. The moon encourages me and I dance. My shadow is rolling in the back.
I woke up and had sex, and then I got drunk and we lost each other.
Will goodwill be guaranteed? I think the Milky Way is a long way.
This poem was written in the third year of Tianbao (744), and Li Bai was in Chang 'an. The poet wrote his own scene in Drinking Alone among Flowers and Moons. "Bring me my shadow and let the three of us" is a wonderful sentence, which shows his lonely and uninhibited feelings. Shi Lijie: "This is for a person to drink on the moon, but also for self-entertainment." Fu Gengsheng's "Examples of China Literature Appreciation": "There is wine among the flowers, and no relatives drink it alone; Although there are no relatives, invite the moon shadow to be like three people; Although it seems like three people, you can't drink in the month, and the shadow follows you; Although I don't know how to drink and talk, I can be a companion. Although you carry it, you must be friends. Eat, drink and have fun. Wandering on the moon, such as listening to songs; The shadows are messy, like dancing. Although I woke up with joy, then I got drunk and we lost each other; When we meet, it seems heartless, and our feelings are deep and eternal; " When Yun married the Han Dynasty, they comforted each other and drank alone. This poem becomes more and more strange step by step. Strange as it is, it has not broken away from its sect. Violet is a genius, so she can learn from it. I'm afraid she can't learn from it. "
There are four original poems * * *, and this is the first one. The poet wrote a lonely scene in the moonlight, and no one approached him. With rich imagination, the poet expressed a complex emotion from loneliness to loneliness, from loneliness to loneliness, and then from loneliness to loneliness. Li Baixian is broad-minded and has no tolerance between things and me. This poem fully expresses his thoughts. The first four sentences of this poem are the first paragraph. However, the moon cannot drink, and the shadow is still lonely. So from the fifth sentence to the eighth sentence, the author commented on the moon shadow and pointed out the meaning of "have fun and enjoy spring". The last six sentences are the third paragraph. The poet insists on making a ruthless trip with the moonlight and figure and reuniting in the distant paradise in the sky. The whole poem shows the loneliness and detachment of the poet's talent, as well as his debauchery.
This poem describes drinking with the moon. Alone with the moon, it was lonely, but the poet used his rich imagination to weave the moon and his own figure into the so-called "three people." He also thought of the word "spring" from the word "flower" and "song" and "dance" from the word "injustice", which made the lonely environment very lively, not only vivid, but more importantly expressed the poet's goodwill to dispel loneliness.
On the surface, the poet seems to really enjoy himself, but behind it is full of infinite desolation. The poet is lonely enough to invite the moon shadow, but it is not enough. Even in the later years, it is impossible to find someone to drink with. So, he can only be friends with the figure in the moonlight forever, and meet again in the fairyland of heaven.
2. Choose one of the following ten ancient poems and write an appreciation of 1 Storm on the 4th of the month with more than 300 words.
Song luyou
I don't feel sorry for myself in a remote village.
Think about keeping the wheel platform for the country.
Lying at night listening to the wind and rain,
Iron horse glacier dream.
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I lay flat in the lonely and desolate country and didn't feel sad.
Still thinking about defending the country.
Late at night, I was lying in bed and heard the sound of wind and rain.
I dreamt in a daze that I rode an armored horse across the frozen river and went to the northern battlefield.
Lu You (1125-1210) was born in Yin Shan, Yuezhou (now Shaoxing, Zhejiang). Patriotic poets in Southern Song Dynasty. Father Lu Zai is an intellectual with patriotic thoughts. Family education made Lu You set up the thought of worrying about the country and the people and the ambition of killing the enemy and serving the country from an early age. He studied tirelessly since he was a child, and he was able to write poetry at the age of twelve. He also studied sword and art of war. Around the age of twenty-five, he learned a lot from a patriotic poet, and he benefited a lot. From then on, the patriotic tone of his poetry creation was determined.
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This is a patriotic poem written by Lu You, who is nearly seventy years old, lying in a cold quilt on a stormy cold night, supporting his aging body.
The first two sentences of this poem directly express the poet's own feelings. "Sleeping stiff" tells the poet's old feelings, while "lonely village" shows a state of isolation, which is extremely "stiff" and "lonely". Why not "feel sorry for yourself"? Because the poet's passion for patriotism has reached the level of selflessness, he no longer pays attention to personal health and living environment, but has the spirit of "thinking for the country and guarding the wheel platform". However, he doesn't know that the reality is cruel and independent of human will. All he can do is "think". These two sentences focus on the word "thinking", which shows the poet's unswerving ambition to serve the country and his concern for the country and the people!
The last two sentences are the deepening of the first two sentences, which are vividly written around the word "dream" The poet's concern for national affairs led to the dream of a military campaign, which reappeared his ambition of "guarding the wheel platform" in the form of a dream. Dreaming reflects the sadness of political reality: the poet's desire to serve the country was rejected, and he could not kill the enemy. His feelings of protecting the enemy could only be reflected in his dreams. However, the poet "has no self-pity", but his heart of serving the country and killing the enemy is even stronger. I think about it every day and dream every night. Therefore, the dream of "Tiema Glacier" fully shows the poet's strong patriotic thoughts and feelings.
I lay sprawled in my lonely country, not feeling sad about my situation, but thinking about defending the frontier of the country. The word "sleeping in a lonely village" describes the poet's situation at that time: old age, long illness and inaction. But "no self-pity" led to the poet's strong desire to recover lost ground.
The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield. -Realized into a dream, naturally ingenious, full of patriotic enthusiasm, and turned into a heroic poem.
Choose your favorite poem, write a comment of about 300 words, and briefly introduce this bright glimmer at the foot of my bed.
Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon.
Looking down, I feel nostalgic.
Li Bai begins with the metaphor of moonlight as frost, revealing the true feelings of homesickness, helplessness and coldness. Looking down the light source, the bright moon is so bright, and under the moonlight, my hometown is so close, which makes people bow their heads and vividly remind of gathering with their loved ones. It is the first poem of countless children, simple and easy to understand. The theme is simple and clear, easy to understand, and the style is unforgettable. Touched tens of thousands of wanderers, the scene blended into the ground and expressed their thoughts of leaving home. This desolate and passionate ending rhyme frankly describes the melodious homesickness to the extreme. The moon is dancing in the sky, and the footprints of pedestrians on the road are shallow; Shaking your head in all directions is fate, and acacia leaves you.
4. Choose an ancient poem and write a short composition of 336 words. I hope it will help you: Don's "Leaving Thoughts": "Once the sea was difficult for water, it will always be amber.
Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be. The meaning of the first two sentences: people who have experienced the extremely deep and wide sea will find it difficult to attract him by the water elsewhere; Except for the clouds steaming in Wushan, the clouds in other places are eclipsed.
In the original poem, the water in the sea and the clouds in Wushan are metaphors of the depth and depth of love. I have seen the sea and Wushan Mountain, but the water and clouds in other places are hard to see. No woman can make me emotional except the woman the poet loves. "It used to be difficult for the sea to touch water", but it is difficult for me to read this poem.
It stifles people's deep-rooted love of life and death. After crossing the sea, there is no water. What shall we do? People can't just sit on the waterless coast and wait for death.
Maybe there are two possibilities. Either continue to immerse yourself in the ocean of memory, salvage the pearls of the past, salvage the sinking starlight and moonlight, until the sea of the past years gradually drowns itself.
Or dig deep wells on the living shore again and water the living desert with new water sources. Perhaps, the reflection of the well water will remind him of the days and nights that were collected by the sea? In this way, the water of life can continue. In memory, waves overlap and reflections overlap, which makes life complicated and dense.
The experience of love is like this. Are other experiences in life the same? After reading a very touching book, you really don't want to read those frivolous books without soul. Climbing the five mountains to enjoy the scenery, my heart is full of strange peaks and valleys. Do you want to see those commercial mountains that have been trampled by everyone's shoes, which are not wild and not aura? ..... love, reading, range rover, communication ... will all have similar experiences.
The sea is too vast, too deep and too bitter; The sea is almost infinite ",which is the extreme state of life and emotion. So most people have never been to the sea, let alone reached the depths of the sea.
At best, I just imagined the sea from a distance: it may be very big and deep. Or stand by and look at the sea: it's really big and deep. Or pick up some shells on the beach at low tide.
I have never really experienced the sea, so I am not picky about water: salt water is water, fresh water is water, deep water is water, shallow water is water, clear water is water, turbid water is water.
5. Who has the composition My Favorite Poem? "Weeding was noon that day, and sweat dripped down the soil. Who knows that every grain is hard. " Whenever I read this ancient poem, I will think of the snow-white rice and the hard work of the farmer's uncle.
Last summer vacation, my father and I returned to our hometown. I harvested rice at my grandmother's house and experienced the hard and happy working life of farmers' uncles.
Every morning at dawn, the adults and children in the village get up. They hurried to the golden rice fields under the sunrise and began to work in a hurry. Suddenly, the "brushing" sound of the sickle cutting the wheat valley, the "buzzing" sound of the pedal stripper, the occasional laughter of adults, the crisp singing of children and the singing of birds converge into a touching symphony. I was intoxicated by the beautiful scenery and music.
Although the cool breeze blows gently, the busy farmers are soon sweating like a pig. They didn't wipe their sweat, but they still worked tirelessly. Children about my age, even younger than me, are picking up ears of rice in the field. I joined them and became their friends.
The sun climbed overhead and roasted the rice fields severely, and everyone was soaked. The adults told the children to go back, but they still insisted on working. A cart of rice from Huang Chengcheng was transported to the threshing floor, and the pole was bent. The voice of "creaking" seems to say, "At noon on the day of weeding, sweat drips down the soil, and every grain of Chinese food is hard"!
Under the scorching sun, the farmer's uncle sweated and hoed the ground, lamenting that food was hard to come by, and indirectly telling people to cherish food.
6. Choose an ancient poem and write a short composition of 336 words. I hope it will help you: Don's "Leaving Thoughts": "Once the sea was difficult for water, it will always be amber.
Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be. The meaning of the first two sentences: people who have experienced the extremely deep and wide sea will find it difficult to attract him by the water elsewhere; Except for the clouds steaming in Wushan, the clouds in other places are eclipsed.
In the original poem, the water in the sea and the clouds in Wushan are metaphors of the depth and depth of love. I have seen the sea and Wushan Mountain, but the water and clouds in other places are hard to see. No woman can make me emotional except the woman the poet loves. "It used to be difficult for the sea to touch water", but it is difficult for me to read this poem.
It stifles people's deep-rooted love of life and death. After crossing the sea, there is no water. What shall we do? People can't just sit on the waterless coast and wait for death.
Maybe there are two possibilities. Either continue to immerse yourself in the ocean of memory, salvage the pearls of the past, salvage the sinking starlight and moonlight, until the sea of the past years gradually drowns itself.
Or dig deep wells on the living shore again and water the living desert with new water sources. Perhaps, the reflection of the well water will remind him of the days and nights that were collected by the sea? In this way, the water of life can continue. In memory, waves overlap and reflections overlap, which makes life complicated and dense.
The experience of love is like this. Are other experiences in life the same? After reading a very touching book, you really don't want to read those frivolous books without soul. Climbing the five mountains to enjoy the scenery, my heart is full of strange peaks and valleys. Do you want to see those commercial mountains that have been trampled by everyone's shoes, which are not wild and not aura? ..... love, reading, range rover, communication ... will all have similar experiences.
The sea is too vast, too deep and too bitter; The sea is almost infinite ",which is the extreme state of life and emotion. So most people have never been to the sea, let alone reached the depths of the sea.
At best, I just imagined the sea from a distance: it may be very big and deep. Or stand by and look at the sea: it's really big and deep. Or pick up some shells on the beach at low tide.
I have never really experienced the sea, so I am not picky about water: salt water is water, fresh water is water, deep water is water, shallow water is water, clear water is water, turbid water is water.
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
8. Write a poem every day, 300 words, be original, be rotten, and don't write too good years into songs.
The silence of the night was disillusioned in the morning light, and the first ray of sunshine that penetrated into the window enveloped the classroom, watching the dust float and line up with the pages, rising or falling. The sunshine in the third grade is a little white, as hard as Jackson's, and a little morbid.
The teacher's intensive notes on the blackboard broke the knowledge. The study goes on endlessly, and the glasses are staring at the blackboard uniformly, but the men never stop. The fluorescent lamp gives off a dim light, casting a shadow on the third grade, which is pale and obvious. The fan buzzed overhead, the desk was messy like a defeated soldier, and the curtains were silently lifted by the wind. Sneak into the wall.
The teacher appeared at the door with a test paper, and no one explained anything. There was silence in the classroom, and the last sigh was drowned in the sound of the test paper. For the third day on the line of fire, the exam was just a bullet that roared by. We're already riddled with holes, and it's no big deal to have one more bullet hole.
Or: "Heaven will have a great responsibility, and people must first go through hardships, master hundreds of volumes, and do their best."
You can only add "despair"
Under the strong magnetic effect of the exam, the speed of the passage of time suddenly doubled, and the class representatives sighed with papers, instantly forming a dense encirclement of junior three students. Before, my heart, which has been extremely tough after countless blows, said to my lungs: Can I pass this exam? The excitement of lung changes leads to frequent breathing, rapid heartbeat and local facial deformation.
Some people are happy and others are worried. The only similarity is that everyone will regret every mistake, whether it is the first time or the last time. Probably no one will take that score seriously. Maybe you will, but I won't.
Life is so boring, it seems that I accidentally returned to the starry sky, and the weather is always gloomy. Heart, astringent, like a cup of coffee that forgot to add sugar. The plants raised in the classroom are yellow and thin, which makes people very uncomfortable. Knowing that the footprints are behind me, I still can't help looking back.
The wind gently lifted the curtains, like an unrestrained wild child. I lay prone by the window, looking at the sky blocked by iron bars, and turned stiffly gray. The wind whistled in my face, and I didn't close the window to see if the sun passed. Grade three, very straightforward reason, very realistic. No matter whether the third grade is the prelude or the finale, we seem to be no longer composers of the third grade, but more like humble notes in the corner, quietly passing away and lost in the melody of desolate years.
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9. Choose an ancient poem and write a short essay of 100 words. Look! At first glance, the ground seems to be covered with a piece of green grass! When the wind blows gently, the sound of "rustling sand" spreads everywhere.
Listen! The shepherd boy is playing the flute again, teasing the evening breeze with a cheerful tone and whispering slowly in his ear.
In the morning, when the sun was half exposed, the shepherd boy took a flute and went up the mountain to herd cattle. He sat on the cow's back, playing the flute and humming a tune. He ran happily on the grass, unrestrained and without any troubles. Until he was tired of playing, he lay on the grass and looked at the white clouds and birds in the sky, with a smile floating around his mouth.
After dinner, the sun has set and the bright moon has climbed up. The shepherd boy came to the haystack with a flute in his hand and lay down without taking off the hemp fiber. He listened to unknown insects singing beautiful songs in the grass, looked up at the bright moon in the night sky, and came up with pictures in his mind.
Listen to that cheerful tune blowing again, how beautiful it is! Hey! Why did you stop? Oh … so the shepherd boy closed his eyes and fell asleep. Yes! He is really tired, so let him have a good sleep listening to the lullaby of bugs!
10. This park is not worth visiting.
Original poem: You have to pity the dog's teeth and seal the moss, but Chai Fei can't leave for a long time. But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall.
Composition: Spring has arrived, accompanied by bright spring scenery, and suddenly there is nothing to do. I went to visit a man. He knocked on the door for a long time, but no one paid attention. He must have been afraid that someone's shoes would step on the moss on the path in front of the yard, so I carefully bypassed the flowers and moss and knocked on the door for a while, but no one answered. I think I left for nothing this time, and I was disappointed, but I was not careful. * * * It's about to drip, and it looks good. At this moment, there is no sense of loss at all. Friends are bent on not letting others enjoy this spring, but they don't know that real spring can't be locked up. At this time, I seem to have been in the garden all the time, with infinite longing in my heart. When I saw countless flowers and plants, Yingying Yanyan danced with the footsteps of spring. In fact, life is like this, and the beauty with regret is the most beautiful. Although I missed a garden of spring scenery, it left me with infinite space for daydreaming. All love is in my heart, and this trip really didn't come in vain.