The poem "Village Residence" describes what the poet saw when he lived in the countryside, with weeds overgrown, orioles flying high, willow leaves brushing the embankment and children flying kites. It shows the bright and fresh beauty of the countryside in early spring, and outlines a vibrant picture of spring scenery. Full text: In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.
This is an impromptu work of the poet when he lived in the countryside. The first two sentences of the poem, "The grass grows in February and the willows are drunk with spring smoke", describe the beautiful and charming scenery unique to the countryside in spring. The last two sentences of the poem, "Children come back from school early and are busy flying kites in the east wind", depict a vivid scene of a group of lively children flying kites in beautiful spring and vividly render the charm of early spring.
After reading:
I like reading ancient poems. Although they are a little difficult to understand, they are like a beautiful and exquisite picture scroll, which touches my young mind, making me not only learn knowledge, but also release my mind and forget my troubles. Today, when I opened the primary school edition of Reading Ancient Poems, I saw Gao Ding's "Village Residence": the grass grows in February and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. The children came back from school early and were busy flying kites in the east wind.
What an enviable sight! In February, the spring is beautiful, and the willow gently brushed the bank with long branches, dancing for the arrival of spring, as if intoxicated in the beautiful spring. Weeds stubbornly stuck out their green heads, greedily breathed the fragrance of the earth, and the earth was covered with clusters of green clothes. The oriole also walked out of his nest and flew freely in the blue sky.
Children coming back from school are laughing and chasing in the fields, competing to fly kites. Between the blue sky and white clouds, there are butterflies laughing and dancing everywhere. After reading this poem, I envy the children in it. What a happy and desirable life!
Look at poor me, carrying a heavy schoolbag and doing boring homework every day. If only we could study and play in nature! I want to say to my teacher, "I love poetry, and I love nature more!" " "I also want to bravely say to my parents," Give me freedom, I want to play! " "I also want to shout to the sky:" Give me back my happiness, I want a happy childhood! " "