On this day last year, in this door,
Peach blossoms set each other off in red.
People don't know where to go,
Peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.
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In the early years of Tang Dezong, Cui Hu failed to take the Chang 'an exam. On that day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, he went to the south of the city to play alone and met a young woman, which left a deep impression on him. In the second year of Tomb-Sweeping Day, it was the season of peach blossoms and green willows. When Cui Hu saw no flowers, he went to the south of the city to find the woman. As a result, the door was closed and Cui Hu was not disappointed, so he wrote this poem on the door and left his name: Boling Cui Hu.
A few days later, Cui Hu passed through the south of the city and found the yard, but she heard crying inside. He knocked at the door and asked, only to see an old man come out. I didn't know that the old man was the woman's father until I asked. The old man told Cui Hu that his daughter was ill for a long time and died after seeing the poem written on the door. Cui Hu was frightened and begged to see him. Cui Hu saw the woman lying in bed with her eyes closed and out of breath. Cui Hu couldn't help crying and shouted, "Cui Hu is here, Cui Hu is here." Unexpectedly, the woman opened her eyes. It soon recovered. But the old man loved Cui Hu more and more, so he married his daughter. Later, in 796 AD, Cui Hu was admitted to Jinshi. This peach blossom actually made the marriage of a pair of talented people and beautiful women. Left a story for future generations.
2. Composition adapted from ancient poetry. In the third grade, I changed "Qingpingle Village Residence" into a composition, hoping to help * * *
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 is already 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 younger brothers! "
The second son is sitting under the 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!
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3. The rewriting composition of the ancient poetry shepherd boy, 200 words shepherd boy (rewriting ancient poetry) 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, and the cheerful tone teases the evening breeze and whispers 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.
Running happily on the grass, unrestrained, without any troubles. Until I was tired of playing, I lay on the grass and looked at the white clouds and birds in the sky, with a smile floating around my mouth.
After dinner, the sun has set and the bright moon has climbed up. Holding a flute in his hand, the shepherd boy came to the haystack with cheerful steps, lay down without taking off his hemp fiber, listened to the unknown bugs 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 ... It turns out that 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! References:
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4. The rewriting composition of the ancient poetry shepherd boy, 200-word shepherd boy (rewriting ancient poetry) 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, and the cheerful tone teases the evening breeze and whispers 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.
Running happily on the grass, unrestrained, without any troubles. Until I was tired of playing, I lay on the grass and looked at the white clouds and birds in the sky, with a smile floating around my mouth.
After dinner, the sun has set and the bright moon has climbed up. Holding a flute in his hand, the shepherd boy came to the haystack with cheerful steps, lay down without taking off his hemp fiber, listened to the unknown bugs 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 ... It turns out that 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! References:
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In the afternoon, I walked slowly with a leisurely mood and accidentally saw a low hut. Behind the hut are green and straight bamboos and rolling mountains, revealing the quiet atmosphere of the countryside.
There is a stream beside the hut. The river is clear and transparent, and all the fish in it can be seen clearly. The river looks sparkling in the sunlight. A breeze blew, causing ripples on the river.
There are several beautiful lotus flowers on the stream, some of which are in full bloom; Some are in bud; Everything else seems to be put down. White inside and pink inside, like a shy girl with a veil on her face.
There are clumps of green grass beside the stream, which grow very luxuriantly. It is more beautiful and lovely against the backdrop of streams and lotus flowers. There is an old couple with white hair in front of the hut. They just had a few drinks. From their red faces, we can see that they are all a little drunk. They are together, talking intimately in Wu dialect, and the second son next to them puts in a few words from time to time! The old couple's eldest son is desperately weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream. How hard he works! The second son is not idle, and is carefully weaving a chicken coop with bamboo and grass, very focused.
The youngest son, who is not yet an adult, knows nothing. He could only lie on the side of the stream and tease the fish naughtily, peeling the lotus while eating and shaking his feet. Really cute! What a happy family! I was deeply intoxicated, and I just stood there, unwilling to leave for a long time ... References:
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5. Rewrite an ancient poem into more than 200 short articles. Qingpingle Village lives at the foot of a majestic dragon and phoenix mountain, and there is a hut surrounded by a fence, in which Li Laohan lives.
Li Laohan has three sons, the eldest is 20 years old, the second is 15 years old, and the youngest is only 5 years old. Although the hut is low, the surrounding scenery is beautiful.
The mountains in the distance are lush with trees. A gurgling river flows around the hut in front of the door.
This stream is crystal clear. The lotus at the head of the stream is in full bloom, with crystal drops on it, like pearls.
Some lotus flowers are in full bloom, and some have already produced lotus buds and lotus seeds. The grass on both sides of the stream is lush.
To the east of the hut is a camphor tree, with lush foliage and a shadow. On the left side of the hut is a vegetable field with peppers, bracts and soybeans.
One day, after lunch, the old couple sat in front of the door and chatted affectionately. I've just drunk a little wine and my face is a little red, but I'm still in high spirits.
The eldest son was waving a hoe in the field of Dong Xi, weeding the bean seedlings, and his sweat kept flowing downwards, but he felt that he could make some contribution to his parents. Qingpingle Village lives at the foot of a majestic dragon and phoenix mountain. There is a small hut surrounded by a fence, and Li Laohan lives alone in it.
Li Laohan has three sons, the eldest is 20 years old, the second is 15 years old, and the youngest is only 5 years old. Although the hut is low, the surrounding scenery is beautiful.
The mountains in the distance are lush with trees. A gurgling river flows around the hut in front of the door.
This stream is crystal clear. The lotus at the head of the stream is in full bloom, with crystal drops on it, like pearls.
Some lotus flowers are in full bloom, and some have already produced lotus buds and lotus seeds. The grass on both sides of the stream is lush.
To the east of the hut is a camphor tree, with lush foliage and a shadow. On the left side of the hut is a vegetable field with peppers, bracts and soybeans.
One day, after lunch, the old couple sat in front of the door and chatted affectionately. I've just drunk a little wine and my face is a little red, but I'm still in high spirits.
The eldest son waved a hoe in the field of Dong Xi, weeding the bean seedlings, and his sweat kept flowing downwards, but he felt that he could make some contribution to his parents, and he still worked hard. The second son quickly made up a chicken coop, and the bamboo stick in his hand was flying.
The naughty third son lay at the head of the stream, picked a lotus, peeled its shell and ate it happily. The old couple looked at this son and that son, blushing with joy.
How harmonious this family is! There are faint white clouds floating in the sky, which look like pieces of white silk dancing from a distance. There is a breeze blowing in front of me, just like a child's tender little hand stroking my cheek.
Near noon, the sun radiates warm sunshine and shines warmly on the body. There are faint white clouds floating in the sky, which look like pieces of white silk dancing from a distance.
There is a breeze blowing in front of me, just like a child's tender little hand stroking my cheek. Near noon, the sun radiates warm sunshine and shines warmly on the body.
I walked among the willows. Strong willows are like a huge umbrella. They dance like strong girls, and their waterfall-like hair is swaying in the spring breeze.
Colorful flowers on both sides of the road waved to me frequently, as if nodding to me. Unconsciously, I boarded the stone bridge in the forest.
Standing on the bridge, looking around, white clouds, breeze, sunshine and flowers and willows constitute a colorful spring picture! At this time, I miss playing with my friends in my hometown when I was a child. Being in this pleasant scenery, I was completely intoxicated.
There are passers-by in twos and threes pointing at me in the distance. They don't know how happy I am! I seem to hear them talking about me and say, "Look at him, he is so old, and he is as busy as a child, playing everywhere!" " "How did they know that I was intoxicated by this beautiful scenery! After many years, I still remember this spring outing vividly.
Whenever I recall this incident, I will have a deep nostalgia for my hometown.
6. Rewrite the ancient poem "herding sheep baby" into a short essay with 200 words, which can be 1.
On the vast Yuan Ye, the green tobacco is undulating, just like dancing happily. The gentle evening breeze blows the Buddha with weeds, making a "brushing" sound, which is so sweet as if it were a beautiful piano music. Crickets croak, and the shepherd boy who went to herd cattle during the day hasn't come back, as if he had been blown away by a gust of wind. The melodious flute of the shepherd boy is getting closer and closer, which is pleasing to the eye. The hard work of the day is gone forever, and the troubles in my heart are suddenly eliminated without a trace. Mud flute is intermittent, vaguely floating in the wind, which is memorable.
Accompanied by the brisk flute, the shepherd boy rode home on an ox. After the shepherd boy had a delicious meal at home, it was already after dusk. The shepherd boy didn't even take off his hemp fiber, so he lay on the soft grass. Under the bright moonlight, accompanied by the wind and the chirping of crickets, he entered a sweet dream.
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The endless Yuan Ye is covered with green grass. Looking around, green grass is like a green carpet, stretching for thousands of miles. A breeze blew, and the grass bent and bent, making a rustling sound. You can also contribute, as if singing to Uncle Feng. The singing is beautiful and intoxicating. Before I saw the returning shepherd boy, I heard the melodious sound of the shepherd flute, floating in the wind!
When the shepherd boy came back, it was dusk. Seeing the rich food on the table, he ate it with relish, and the fragrance filled the whole hut. After dinner, the sun has set and the bright moon has climbed the treetops. Piccolo in hand, the shepherd boy came to vilen with brisk steps. He didn't even take off his hemp fiber, so he lay flat on the grass, with his legs crossed, his hands behind his head as pillows, lying on the grass on a moonlit night, listening to unknown bugs singing in the grass, looking at the bright moon in the night sky, and images appeared in his mind. ...
Listen! The cheerful tone is blowing again, melodious and tactfully accompanied by the whistling of the wind and the humming of insects, just like a beautiful and moving piece of music, floating in the quiet night! Gradually, the flute became louder and louder, and it was almost inaudible. But the wind is blowing gently. It turned out that the shepherd boy closed his eyes and entered a sweet dream. ...
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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.
7. Make an ancient poem story and write a composition of 200 to 300 words in the sixth grade of primary school. "Meng Jiao looked at her mother's wrinkled face, wanted to stay with her, put on clothes for her son, and finally got admitted to a small official, leaving the homeland where she was born and raised, looking at the haggard figure, holding a thread in her right hand. In the dim light, it was wrapped in silver and thicker than the ground.
I will leave my dear mother tomorrow. This can't help but make Meng Jiao deeply moved and rest early, for fear that no one will sew clothes for him in other places. His thoughts are full and he will leave tomorrow with tears in his eyes.
It was late at night, and the mother threaded her son in the dim light. She stood up and went everywhere in Nong Yu, but she didn't want to disappoint her mother's hope: "Son, I rubbed my eyes from time to time and held my mother's calloused hand, but I couldn't repay it, but it was higher than the sky. I had my hair cut in winter, which contained my mother's concern and worry about my son, but the room was still warm. I was sewing clothes for my children who were about to leave home. I can only sew some coarse clothes and linen for my children, which is deeper than the sea. It's cold and the branches are covered with calluses. The biting cold wind invaded the house through the rag, and the mother squinted into her son's room! " Meng Jiao put down the book in her hand, and the cold wind blew. She said with great concern that the mother was meticulous in mending clothes for her son who was about to leave home? How can a son repay his mother's kindness and his mother's kindness? It's still cold outside the window, and children are worried for thousands of miles. How does the heart of this grass return the warmth of spring? It doesn't have the money to buy silks and satins for children, and it melts into the mother's love. In this thread, it was deeply moved and ecstatic, and snowflakes like goose feathers covered the earth. "When I went out, I saw an old man who was over 60 years old sitting in the gloomy light, his weather-beaten face showed a trace of haggard and anxiety, and he took a cup of hot tea. There is a sore quilt hanging in the shabby hut, and the family is poor, which makes my mother shudder. But among these coarse clothes and linen, she is famous all over the world. You must take care of yourself. God helps others.
8. Remember three ancient poems in Jiangnan, rewrite the composition of 200 to 300 words, and have a cool night. I looked into the distance in an alley in Luoyang city. In Luoyang city, you can't see the green orchid water like Jiangnan, and only in Jiangnan can you see such a river and such water. At this point, he raised his head and began to recall the past in Jiangnan.
In spring, whenever the sun rises. There are several bamboo raft boats crossing the river and sliding slowly. The river is calm, the water is green and the sky is blue, which can be said to be a connection between water and the sky.
The riverside can be said to be a paradise for flowers. The delicate peach blossom is actually open, and it is pink from a distance. Wild flowers are not to be outdone. Red, yellow, blue and white decorate grass into beautiful cloth. The weeping willows by the river have long green hair. Looking around, they are green, vibrant and picturesque.
Swallows in the south also came back, chirping and singing, as if to shout to people: "Spring is coming, spring is coming."
Jiangnan makes me linger. Can I forget Jiangnan?
9. Remember three ancient poems in Jiangnan, rewrite the composition of 200 to 300 words, and have a cool night.
I looked into the distance in an alley in Luoyang city. In Luoyang city, you can't see the green orchid water like Jiangnan, and only in Jiangnan can you see such a river and such water.
At this point, he raised his head and began to recall the past in Jiangnan. In spring, whenever the sun rises.
There are several bamboo raft boats crossing the river and sliding slowly. The river is calm, the water is green and the sky is blue, which can be said to be a connection between water and the sky.
The riverside can be said to be a paradise for flowers. The delicate peach blossom is actually open, and it is pink from a distance.
Wild flowers are not to be outdone. Red, yellow, blue and white decorate grass into beautiful cloth. The weeping willows by the river have long green hair. Looking around, they are green, vibrant and picturesque.
Swallows in the south also came back, chirping and singing, as if to shout to people: "Spring is coming, spring is coming." Jiangnan makes me linger. Can I forget Jiangnan? .
10. The fifth lesson of the Chinese book in the second volume of the fifth grade was changed into a short article 200 hee hee? At this time.
Yang Wanli felt very strange: "What are you doing with an umbrella? Yang Wanli couldn't help asking them, but the weather was fine, and he thought, there are two lovely children sitting on a sunny day, wearing shorts and a red Chinese-style chest covering, which makes Yang Wanli wonder. He let the wind lead the boat forward, while using the wind, while walking slowly with the boat, singing birds and flowers. He found a child carrying an umbrella and the wind blew it away. In this charming scenery, Yang Wanli immediately fell in love with this place: "We want to save some strength and be beautiful. We stopped the boat and found that there was no rain on a fishing boat on the river not far away?" The child replied and couldn't help looking around: What are they doing? Mysterious, Yang Wanli heard the children's laughter! "Yang Wanli suddenly enlighted at this moment, everything here has recovered.
After a while, the boat stopped, and the older children put away their bamboo poles and took the scenery with them: I don't know what they want to do; Another big kid. When I came to Anren, I lamented that spring had come and the ship stopped slowly. Yang Wanli, a poet of the Song Dynasty, went there to play by boat.