Composition fragment about this poem 1. Wonderful fragments of ancient poetry composition about the moon
Silver moonlight sprinkled on the ground, and crickets screamed everywhere. The fragrance of the night permeates the air and weaves into a soft net, covering all the scenery inside. What the eyes come into contact with is covered with this soft net. No matter what grass or tree it is, it is not as realistic as during the day. Everything has a vague and illusory color, and everything hides its details and guards its secrets, making people feel like dreaming.
(Ba Jin's "Home")
The moonlight shines like silver, and the bamboo rafts on the mountain turn black in the moonlight. Insects are singing like rain in the grass around us. From time to time, from somewhere, suddenly there will be a grass warbler hissing in its throat. Soon, the bird seems to understand that it's midnight and it shouldn't be so noisy, so he still sleeps with his eyes closed.
(Shen Congwen's Border Town)
He looked out through the screen window. The stars in the sky are dense and busy. They are silent, but it seems that they only feel the excitement in the sky. A comb like the moon describes a young girl, but people are not shy, and the light and outline are fresh and carved, which can gradually set off the night scene. Insects on the grass in the small garden talk in trivial ways at night. I don't know where the frog, Qi Xin and Qi Xin worked together to blow the bugle, like the sound of a boiling fire. Several fireflies swam around, not like flying, but like floating in thick air. In the dark place where the moonlight goes out, a little firefly flashes, like a little green eye on a summer night.
(Qian Zhongshu's Fortress Besieged)
The pool in Zhongshan Park is like a mirror, and the round moon is reflected on the pool surface. There are several street lamps beside the trees beside the pool, and the round lights are reflected in the water, just like a small moon around the moon in the pool. The bloated white clouds slowly moved across the pool surface, like a group of old women, bending their backs and walking in front of the moon step by step, trying to cover it, but the moon poured out bright light from the cracks in the clouds. A piece of white clouds is connected with a piece of white clouds, such as a wide and irregular belt, which divides the clear sky into two halves. White clouds drifted by and gradually disappeared in the distance. The sky is clear and the moon is particularly bright.
(Repeating Morning in Shanghai)
The northern night at the end of May is the freshest and most beautiful moment. The sky seems to have been brushed, without a cloud, blue and crystal clear, high and far away. A full moon climbed out of Dongling, like a big lantern, illuminating the valley full of strange stones, casting the shadows of branches and tender grass on the path, swaying leisurely. Birds are singing in the branches, bugs are jumping in the grass, and spring seedlings are growing in the terraces; There are thousands of lives in Shan Ye. ...
(Haoran's Sunny Days)
Moonlight filled the garden, the distant Woods were covered with silver brilliance, and thick shadows were baked in the Woods, silent and serious. The water in the fountain and the microwave in the pool all reflect the bright moonlight and ripple there. The green leaves under her feet and the flowers and plants nearby are covered with moonlight, soft and silent, and trampled by her.
(Autumn River by Yu Dafu)
The moon will come out soon. The moon is still far away, but behind the horizon, people think it rises from the dark abyss. The weak light inlaid a circle of lace around the top of the tree on the high slope, like the edge of a goblet, and the silhouette of the top of the tree became darker every minute under the weak light.
(Fa romain rolland: Mother and Son)
The mist dissipated, and the silver moonlight covered the vast beach like a dazzling widow's mourning. There is not a boat on the river, not even a trace of microwave can be seen. On the banks of the river, there is peace everywhere, which is like the endless peace that death brings to the suffering patients.
(Tagore, India: "Shipwreck")
Looking at the moon, thinking of a distant one.
Zhang Jiuling
The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.
People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.
Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.
You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.
2. Fragments of ancient poems
Fragments of ancient poetry
Autumn is bleak and clear. If spring is a young girl in the prime of life, then autumn is a middle-aged person who has experienced vicissitudes, but there is a bitterness in helplessness, but also a feeling of the world and life.
Dongpo's poem says: "A year is a good scenery, especially when it is orange, yellow and green."
You can peel off a golden and attractive honey pomelo, then turn on the stereo at home, put on a piece of Richard Clayderman's Whispering in Autumn, and enter a wonderful state with the piano prince's magical fingers in a good mood. In the beautiful melody, you seem to hear the footsteps rustling in autumn, and it is gradually coming to you and smiling at you. The sound of the piano shows you an autumn.
You can also hold an ancient book on the lounge chair under the buttonwood tree, and with the falling yellow leaves, you can experience the feelings of the ancients who are sad about autumn. Seeing Jia Xuan's feeling of "everything falls" suppressed Qin Guan's feeling of "the autumn is crisp and the flowers on the grass are as slippery as a cape". Or, for Liu Yuxi, "cranes in the clear sky row clouds." Yes, in short, it's a very carefree feeling.
Sad autumn? Why come?
Cold, that's just a feeling. From a scientific point of view, it comes from the reflection of the skin senses, not from the heart.
Sadness is just an opportunity. From a dialectical point of view, it is a wealth of life. An old frontiersman loses his horse—a blessing in disguise.
Just learn from Yang Wanli's attitude towards autumn. He said: "Autumn is not inevitable sadness, but cold is pleasant. The green pool is full of red flowers, but the leaves still give the smallest money. "
There are small fragments related to poetry in the composition encyclopedia.
have an abusive tongue
I miss you so much.
One scene after another.
Memories are endless.
Dancing hakodate
The windowsill that I once walked on.
Xia Yue Street.
Depth of residual footprint
Sunset eaves
A silent oath
Before the word
The heartstrings of betrayal, separation and disorder
Talking about homesickness under Sakura Road
Talk about time together.
That simple feeling
Has long since disappeared with the passage of time.
Tears moistened my eyes.
Tears swirled in her eyes.
Real space
Feelings are always incomplete.
The farther the road is.
The more you lose, the more you feel sad.
By my side
Leave a lot of homesickness behind
4. Poems, words and articles about spring
Peach blossom in Dalinsi
Tang: Bai Juyi
In the world of April, the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temples have just bloomed.
I want to find a place where my life is dying, but I don't know that it has been moved here.
Analysis: When the poet climbed the mountain, it was the time when Xia Meng, spring returns and wheat straw fell. However, I never imagined that in the ancient alpine temple, I met an unexpected spring scene-a blooming peach blossom, which made people feel so magical and happy. In fact, it is also a leap of feelings and thoughts-from a melancholy sigh to surprise, joy and even be elated.
2. "Huanxisha has always been a limited body"
Song: Yan Shu.
I've always been young and limited, and it's easy to get hooked when I'm free. I don't want to talk frequently at banquets and songs.
It is better to pity the people in front of you than to miss the mountains and rivers.
Analysis: In the last film, time is limited and fleeting, but the poet regards parting as an ordinary thing, reflecting the number of times in a person's life. The next film is lyrical, from watching mountains and rivers to bidding farewell to storms, attracting people in front of them and echoing the final farewell banquet.
5. Beautiful fragments of ancient poems
Spring is the spirit that opens dreams.
Gently, quietly
With the first rain.
Wandering in all directions
Bring a new concept of green.
An indispensable thing in life.
Summer is an angel who feels hope.
Beautiful and magical.
With the blooming of white flowers
Butterfly's stay
Sing briskly
Like a paradise on earth
Autumn is a magician who transforms the natural atmosphere.
Gorgeous and changeable personality
It is the most beautiful symbol of autumn.
Every fallen leaf
It is a miracle of nature.
hymn to life
Winter is a charming snow girl.
There is freshness in purity.
Snowflakes are falling.
It is the colorful silk that Snow Girl dances lightly.
This is a romantic fly.
Is the dawn of a new life.
6. Good articles about poetry
9. "Poetry of Spring" Yuxi, Liu Tang
It's a good day to make up the new Red Mansion and have a deep garden. Go to the court and look up at the new flowers. Dragonflies fly to the head of Hosta.
10, "Liu Yong" Tanghe Zhangzhi
Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
1 1, the night view of binjiang song sushi.
Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring. The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is beginning to sprout, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river.
12, "Dengguazhou" Wang Song Anshi
Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains. The spring breeze came to Jiang Nanan again. When will the bright moon shine on me?
13, "Presenting Eighteen Members of Zhang Shui Department in Early Spring" by Tang Hanyu
There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.
20. "Jueju" Song Yinan
The shade of ancient wood is a short awning, and the stick thistle helps me cross the east of the bridge. The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold.
2 1, the garden is worthless, the leaves are loose and the Weng is few.
Perhaps my master was worried that my wooden shoes trampled his precious moss and tapped Chai Men lightly, but no one opened it 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.
8, "Shanting Xia Ji" Tang Gao.
Green trees, deep shadows, long summer, the reflection of the tower in the pond.
The crystal curtains are blowing gently, and the roses are fragrant.
9. "Sanqu Daozhong" once existed in the Song Dynasty.
Plum yellow and sunny, flowing all over the mountain.
The green trees on the mountain road are as dense as when they came, and the bushes of several orioles in the dense forest add more fun than when they came.
10, Sleeping in Early Summer Song Yang Wanli
Plum sour teeth, banana green sieve.
Spring goes to summer, and the days are long and tired. After a nap, I feel depressed and watch the children play with catkins in the air.
Tanabata Dum
Silver candle, cold screen lamp, small fan, firefly street, cold as water at night.
She lay watching two loving stars meet in the sky.
Mid-autumn Du Mu
The sunset glow is overflowing, and the cold silver people silently turn to the jade plate. It's been a rough night in my life.
Where will the bright moon see next year?
Liu Yuxi, an autumn poet
Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring.
A crane in the clear sky rows clouds, bringing poetry to Bixiao.
7. Poems, poems and articles about the Yellow River
Xu Yin torrent is the mainstay of rivers, while Huaihe River helps different waves.
Don't be surprised that there were fewer times in the Qing Dynasty, but there were many places in the circle. Far away, you can connect to the galaxy at high speed through the jade plug.
Dayu became a door, only for the dragon. Langtaosha Liu Yuxi's Nine Songs Yellow River Wan Li Sand, Langtaosha has swept from the horizon.
Since you are from the sky, and now you seem to fly directly to the Milky Way, please take me to the sky, gather in the Milky Way, and go to the home of Cowherd and Weaver Girl together. Liangzhou Ci Wang Zhihuan Above the Yellow River and White Clouds, an isolated city, Wan Ren Mountain.
Why should a strong brother complain about willow? Spring is not enough. Li Baijun will never see how the water of the Yellow River flows from heaven into the ocean, and it will never return.
Go to Wangjing Division of Wang Changling Baihua Garden, and the Yellow River gushes. There are no pedestrians in the wilderness in the poor autumn, and the horse's head comes to know who it is.
If you don't cross the river, Li Bai will come to Kunlun from the Yellow River in the west, and Wan Li will roar and touch the Longmen. The stormy waves, Yao asked, Dayu cares about the rivers, and his children cry but don't peep at home.
Killing the raging flood, Kyushu began to silkworm hemp. Its harm is to go.
Lost in the sand, I am crazy and stupid. The morning runoff is ridiculous, others stop at their wives, and men don't cross the river.
Tigers can fight, rivers can't rely on them, male fruit drowns into the sea, and long whales have white teeth like snow-capped mountains. When it is made public, the bones are hanging in the meantime, and it' s sad to not return.
Dance music, songs, songs, songs, songs, songs, songs, songs, songs, songs, songs, songs, songs. In Uzbekistan, cranes sleep in the open air, and the water of the Yellow River makes people feel happy.
There was a gust of wind in Zhou Pu, traffic jams and a gust of sand. The Yellow River twists the ice first, and the purple plug does not see flowers in the third spring.
A person went to zhangyan, the border guard in Taiwan Province, and returned to the earth in spring, and a person went to Taiwan Province. During the day, the ground comes out and the Yellow River comes from the outside.
The sand is like waves, and the wind is suspicious. If you want to go to Yin Guan, Yin won't open.
After Taihua Weiguang searched Taihua for 5 thousand, huge stones piled up. The potential flies beyond the white clouds, and the shadow falls on the Yellow River.
There are thousands of lotus leaves on the table, which last forever. The mountain is high and sparse, and those who aspire to it will stop.
Looking at Jiangnan (sending Yin Gong) Zhang Jixian autumn night, bamboo pavilion in the middle of the month. Who is Qingyin with? The breeze sent me under the eaves.
If the circle is gone, it is love. At the end of the South Island, I am tired of laughing and singing.
Danque cools the horse at night, and the Yellow River shines on the boat. It's no problem to go together.
It is more difficult for Liu Zaoqing and Xin Qiji to make an alchemy. The yellow river can be blocked, but gold can be difficult.
It is difficult to break through this valley. It is difficult to endure hunger for a long time.
It's hard to persuade you not to travel far. No, the queen mother of the west is difficult.
It is difficult to collect herbs. It's hard for me to go to heaven when people sink into the ground.
Floor: 1 [train of thought analysis] Here are some poems about the Yellow River, which have a problem-solving process in ancient and modern times. Since you are from the sky, and now you seem to fly directly to the Milky Way, please take me to the sky, gather in the Milky Way, and go to the home of Cowherd and Weaver Girl together.
Climbing the Watergate Building, I saw my late friend Zhang zhen looking forward to Yellow River Poetry. I heard that I would climb this building because I was excited by the beautiful southeast scenery of my friends in Cui Shu. People die with the river, but books stay in the wall.
Stefanie is so secluded that Xie Gong came from afar. At the beginning of the breeze, I sing praises, and in my spare time, I care.
Time and words are ancient, and traces will be silent. Always lonely, empty to see the Yellow River.
Exile will be very late, and the sad thing is already autumn. I dared not ask, so I went boating with tears in my eyes.
The river in the poem Crossing the Yellow River is turbulent and turbid. The soup can't be ling.
It's hard to make a list. Matsuzaka won the game.
The empty court suppresses the old wood. The wilderness is over.
Don't beat people's footsteps. But it is exciting to see a fox and a rabbit.
Send a message that the river is old. This water is not clear.
The Yellow River began to sink from a little-known mound on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, stretching the yellowed water, burying the rough stone tools of our ancestors and the cries of yellow people into cries, spreading the exotic yellow carpet of life along the Bohai Bay to the Dragon Palace. One day, Donghai Dragon will walk on the carpet with a beautiful dragon lady and come to the old moon to drink a glass of cold moonlight and wine, while relatives with yellow skin and black hair will not see how the water of the Yellow River moves out of heaven. Into the ocean, never to return.
Have you ever seen how cute the lock in the bright mirror in the tall room is? Although it was still silky black in the morning, it turned into snow at night.
Oh, let a man with courage take risks where he likes. Never point his golden cup at the moon! .
God gave me the ultimate useful talent. Spin a thousand silver coins and come back! .
Boil a sheep, kill a cow, and increase appetite. Let me, 300 bowls, a long drink! .
Master cen. Dan Qiusheng.
Don't stop drinking. Let me sing you a song! .
Let your ears listen! . What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? .
Let me get drunk forever and lose my mind forever! . The sober people and sages of the past have been forgotten.
Only great drinkers can be immortalized. Prince Chen gave a banquet in the Hall of Completion.
Ten thousand coins in a barrel of wine, with a lot of laughter and one-liners. Why do you say, my master, your money is gone? .
Go buy wine, and we'll drink together! . Galla chinensis
1000 gold qiu. Give them to the boy in exchange for good wine.
With you, you will always worry. 1 Spring melts the hard ice, so the trickle goes through difficulties and obstacles to form a stream, a spring, a big river, and finally a stormy wave. Wan Li has no source, where there is no vastness downstream, where there is no rugged road, where there is no persistence in pursuing the trend, where there is no reliance on the sea, where there is no will, where there is prosperity in the river basin, where there are smiles floating from thousands of towns, where there are hopes of mountains and valleys, and where there are dreams left in the wilderness. The heart melody of Wunizhai bamboo crock turns the fragrance of spring, the fire of summer, the freshness of autumn and the coolness of winter into an uncontrollable passion. He is a hero from generation to generation, a sincere blessing to family warmth and a prayer for the most beautiful voyage of life. One by one laid the foundation stone of the country, and the northwest men devoted themselves to love and love infinitely. The night of the motherland is brilliant because of you. People's eyes are very bright because of you. The work on the assembly line is matched with the sound of the Yellow River, and the dawn of the steel forest is filled with endless motorcades. In the name of the Yellow River, leave the Great Wall, cross the Qinling Mountains and go to Beijing to use the waves of the Yellow River to benefit hundreds of millions of people in the north and south of the river, so that happiness can be intoxicated in the bride's smile and in the groom's brow. Jumping on it will make you proud in the whimsy of scientists, make you live in the whimsy of bosses, make the future win in the face of generals, and make your life firm in the comfort of checkpoints. When the century breeze blows from the Pacific Ocean, every spray of the Yellow River struggles like a steed roaring against the wind thousands of miles away, like the overwhelming challenge of Lin Tao singing folk songs, arousing the unyielding fighting spirit of the Yellow River and striving for the confidence that the Yellow River will win. Yao's temptation can tie the heart of the Yellow River. The Yellow River has always belonged to the distance and the sea. It belongs to a fascinating dream in the national blueprint. Five thousand flows into the Yellow River as a goal, forming a devastating and endless feeling. If you stay in a ripple or miss a small pond, you will have the fate of being evaporated by the hot sun. The heart of the Yellow River is full of rivers. Qian Fan has struggled for a hundred years to become a beautiful Yellow River. The Yellow River is a brand-new Yellow River. The Yellow River is an inexhaustible Yellow River.