The west wind blows the Weihe River, leaving leaves all over Chang 'an. It is already late autumn. Dead leaves everywhere, the wind roared away. Branches stab in the cold air, like cracks in the ice. It was getting dark, and he stood for a while, feeling rather sad.
He washed his hands in the running water in the imperial ditch, and the floating leaves in the imperial ditch slowly flowed out in the clear water. Suddenly, he found a big red leaf with ink on it. He picked it up from the water. To his surprise, a poem was engraved on the red leaves: "Why does the water flow too fast? The palace is full of leisure.
I bid farewell to the red leaves and left this beautiful place for the freedom house. "The ink is not dry, and the handwriting is handsome.
He looked at the towering palace wall beside him and guessed that it must be the maid-in-waiting. Yu You took the poem home, but he couldn't let it go for a long time. Every night, he tossed and turned and saw the lonely woman in the palace.
A few days later, he wrote a poem on the red leaves and put it in the running water in the upper reaches of Yugou River: "I heard that Ye wrote a red complaint. Who sent the poem to Ye?" After that, he lingered by the running water for a long time before leaving. Yu You told this story to several companions and everyone laughed at him.
A few years have passed, and Yuyou has gradually forgotten. He failed in the imperial examination and was almost down and out, so he taught in the rich Han Yong family.
One day, Han Yong told him that soon, Tang Xizong released 3,000 harem maids and asked them to return to folk marriage. There is a woman named Han Cuiping, surnamed Han Yong, who lives in my humble abode. He is willing to fix them up.
At that time, Yu You was not married. I heard that Han Cuiping was beautiful, so I agreed to come down. After marriage, Yu You and Han Cuiping have a good relationship. One day, Han Cuiping saw the red leaves inscribed in Yu You's paintings and asked where Yu You got them. Yu You told me the truth.
Han Cuiping said: "I also fished a red leaf in the water. I want to know who did it? " Yu You took a look and found that the ink was still there, which he had written in those years. Both of them were silent, with tears in their eyes. They didn't know how to say a thousand words and cried for a long time.
Because it has been ten years since Hongye wrote poems and married them. Han Cuiping felt sad and happy for this, so he wrote: "A couplet of beautiful sentences has been thought for ten years."
Today, they became husband and wife friends, only to know that Hongye is a good medium. I hope you are satisfied! )。
Choose an ancient poem you have learned and make up a story. 1. I picked up my cup and walked slowly to the door. The idea of "drinking to drown your sorrows" came uninvited.
I was drinking when I heard a sweet flute. I am surprised, excited and very happy.
Listening to the sweet flute, everything in my hometown comes to my mind. Really, it sounds like the voice played by musicians in my hometown.
His face, his hands and that beautiful flute. He sat there, blowing and blowing
Many people sat there, listening to wonderful music, and people cheered ... I looked up at the bright moon in the sky and couldn't help but think of my scene of "spending the night on the mirror lake with them". So put down your glass and listen to the flute along Luoyang city.
I was walking on the road, listening to the flute, and I couldn't help wondering, "Where did the flute come from?" I looked at the houses on the edge of the city. Most shops in this city are closed. There are few people walking on the slate street, and occasionally one or two birds are singing. This feeling is really cold.
Walking up and down gradually, there is always a flute. I don't understand. I wonder, where did this sound come from? So I went back along the original road, walking in the street, and occasionally there was a cool breeze, which was a little cold.
I listened slowly. After walking for a while, the flute suddenly stopped and then blew again. Wow! This sound is familiar.
It's "Folding Willow Song". Yes, but I'm more excited. I suddenly remembered the big willow tree in front of my house.
Spring has come, the willow leaves are green and dripping, and flocks of birds are perched on the willow trees, chirping. When I left home for Beijing, my relatives and friends all saw me off under the willow tree.
I saw them crying. I want to say something, but I can't say anything. There really is a scene of "I will leave infinite meaning for people and stir up the spring breeze in a thousand ways" ... I think of my friend Wang Lun and can't help singing: "Li Bai is going by boat, and suddenly I hear singing on the shore. Taohuatan is deep in thousands of feet, not as good as Wang Lunqing. "
Singing this poem, I thought of the loneliness of life and recalled the warmth of life at home; Thought of the hardships of official career, recalled the * * * at home; I remembered the pain of being alone in a different place; Recall the enthusiasm of the people in my hometown. I saw the smiling faces of the people in my hometown, heard their eager words and felt their love.
I walked on, accompanied by the beautiful flute, and unconsciously returned to my cabin. I took the glass of wine, took two sips, came to the table, spread out the paper, and quickly wrote: Whose flute is flying in the dark and scattered in the spring breeze in Los Angeles?
In this serenade, I heard the breaking sound of willow trees. No one can miss home! -Taibai topic 2. Qingpingle Village lives in summer, with deep bamboo forests full of vitality and dense grassland covering the earth like a carpet. The mountains in the distance are faintly visible, and a clear stream flows quietly.
This is a remote, fresh and beautiful mountain village in the south of the Yangtze River. There is a low thatched cottage by the stream. There are two elderly couples sitting in the room who have just finished drinking. They are slightly drunk and joking in Wu language. I just heard the old man say, "It's a wonderful life today. We have enough food and clothes to support our life."
The old woman smiled and said, "Yes, we have three sons. The boss and the second child are filial, and the third child is smart! " Then he looked at his three sons outside the house.
Although it is hot in summer, as the eldest son, the boss is still weeding in the bean field east of the stream; The second son is still young, but he is not idle, weaving cages for chickens; The third son is the youngest. He lay across the stream for a while, ate the small fish in Doby water, and then peeled the lotus. His naughty appearance is very pleasing. What a harmonious and happy family this is.
3. Write a story with an ancient poem. It's fall here. Lonely villages stand on endless fields. The fiery red sun passed through wisps of gauze-like clouds and gradually disappeared into the dark sky. All that remains is a brilliant sunset glow. The sunset glow reflected the sky, and the sky immediately turned orange. The poet walks in the field, and the villages in the field emit plumes of smoke. The smell of some food wafted out. Several children were still playing around the big tree in front of the door, and the poet looked at them as if he had seen his childhood. At this time, several autumn winds came, and the poet couldn't help shivering. The mountains are very quiet. The poet looked up and saw a few crows flying over the fields and disappearing into the mountains with a loud "ga-ga-". Then, once again, the original silence was broken, and the poet looked at the distant mountains and saw that they were colorful. The sunshine sprinkled on the petals makes them look more vibrant and beautiful, adding a little beauty. Looking at the green mountains and green waters in the mountains, the poet immediately touched the scene and was full of poetry. Accompanied by the songs of several groups of returning birds, he wrote a poem "Sunny Sand and Autumn": Lonely Village.
4. Choose an ancient poem you have learned and make up a story. 1. I picked up my cup and walked slowly to the door. The idea of "drinking to drown your sorrows" came uninvited.
I was drinking when I heard a sweet flute. I am surprised, excited and very happy. Listening to the sweet flute, everything in my hometown comes to my mind. Really, it sounds like the voice played by musicians in my hometown. His face, his hands and that beautiful flute. He sat there, blowing and blowing Many people sat there, listening to wonderful music, and people cheered. ...
I looked up at the bright moon in the sky and couldn't help thinking of my scene of "crossing the mirror lake with them for one night on the moon" So put down your glass and listen to the flute along Luoyang city. I was walking on the road, listening to the flute, and I couldn't help wondering, "Where did the flute come from?" I looked at the houses on the edge of the city. Most shops in this city are closed. There are few people walking on the slate street, and occasionally one or two birds are singing. This feeling is really cold. Walking up and down gradually, there is always a flute.
I don't understand. I wonder, where did this sound come from? So I went back along the original road, walking in the street, and occasionally there was a cool breeze, which was a little cold. I listened slowly. After walking for a while, the flute suddenly stopped and then blew again. Wow! This sound is familiar. It's "Folding Willow Song". Yes, but I'm more excited. I suddenly remembered the big willow tree in front of my house. Spring has come, the willow leaves are green and dripping, and flocks of birds are perched on the willow trees, chirping. When I left home for Beijing, my relatives and friends all saw me off under the willow tree. I saw them crying. I want to say something, but I can't say anything. There really is a scene of "I will leave infinite meaning for people and stir up the spring breeze in a thousand ways" ... I think of my friend Wang Lun and can't help singing: "Li Bai is going by boat, and suddenly I hear singing on the shore. Taohuatan is deep in thousands of feet, not as good as Wang Lunqing. "
Singing this poem, I thought of the loneliness of life and recalled the warmth of life at home; Thought of the hardships of official career, recalled the * * * at home; I remembered the pain of being alone in a different place; Recall the enthusiasm of the people in my hometown. I saw the smiling faces of the people in my hometown, heard their eager words and felt their love.
I walked on, accompanied by the beautiful flute, and unconsciously returned to my cabin. Picked up the glass of wine, fierce drink two, came to the table, spread out the paper, quickly wrote:
Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles.
In this serenade, I heard the breaking sound of willow trees. No one can miss home!
-Too white a topic
2. Qingpingle Villagers' Residence
In summer, deep bamboo forests are full of vitality, and dense grasslands cover the earth like carpets. The mountains in the distance are faintly visible, and a clear stream flows quietly.
This is a remote, fresh and beautiful mountain village in the south of the Yangtze River. There is a low thatched cottage by the stream. There are two elderly couples sitting in the room who have just finished drinking. They are slightly drunk and joking in Wu language. I just heard the old man say, "It's a wonderful life today. We have enough food and clothes to support our life." The old woman smiled and said, "Yes, we have three sons. The boss and the second child are filial, and the third child is smart! " Then he looked at his three sons outside the house.
Although it is hot in summer, as the eldest son, the boss is still weeding in the bean field east of the stream; The second son is still young, but he is not idle, weaving cages for chickens; The third son is the youngest. He lay across the stream for a while, ate the small fish in Doby water, and then peeled the lotus. His naughty appearance is very pleasing.
What a harmonious and happy family this is!
5. Write a poem first and make up an example of a short story. An old friend said goodbye to the West Yellow Crane Tower, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.
The lonely sail is far away from the sky, and only the Yangtze River flows in the sky. This year is the eighteenth year of the Tang Xuanzong Kaiyuan! He remembers it very clearly. Spring comes late, and the cold in this place is still very strong.
The wind is blowing from the river, Brother Haoran's Tsing Yi is turning and his hair band is flying! Become a landscape that will be fixed forever in this spring! Brother Haoran said that he would visit Yangzhou. At this time, Qionghua was in full bloom in Yangzhou, and the ladies and grandchildren on the Slender West Lake began to open teahouses and poetry clubs. It was a happy time. The temple fair of Wenchang Temple will be held soon, and the holy monks in daming temple are also preparing to hold an annual Buddhist gathering.
That bustling place made him want to run away. His eyes sparkled. Yangzhou is the place he has been to many times in his dreams, and it is the place he has been longing for for for a long time. He also wants to linger in one restaurant after another without going home! There was a heroic splash of ink in the powder pile, but he couldn't, couldn't sink with the turning river. He looked at the Yellow Crane Tower standing on the shore, brother Haoran boarded the boat, and the river rolled eastward! How reluctant he is, how many days have passed since Shu met him! He appreciates people like Brother Haoran, and he thinks such a good friend! But he also wants to go to Yangzhou together and enjoy the bustling place together! The ship set out, and Brother Haoran standing at the bow was smiling and waving! He stood on the shore, his eyes focused on his friends who were about to leave, waving his hands, stiff and slow, unwilling to give up! He wants to go too! He is ambivalent, constantly, constantly, wandering between two kinds of thoughts.
Once again! The ship has disappeared into the river! He tried to look into the distance, but there were only rolling rivers and blue sky in the distance.
The ship is far away, Yangzhou is gone! He still stood on the shore, looking at the direction of the river, for a long, long time, unwilling to leave! I only see the Yangtze River water flowing silently.
6. Choose a poem and make up a story. Ancient poetry recommended Cui Hu's "South Village of Capital"
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.
This is a lyric poem with sincere feelings. At the end of Cuihu Jinshi, Tomb-Sweeping Day traveled alone in Nanzhuang, a suburb of Chang 'an, and walked to the front of a farmer's house with peach blossoms. A beautiful girl came out and received him warmly, leaving an unforgettable impression on the other side. When Tomb-Sweeping Day came back the next year, the door was closed and the girl didn't know where she was. Only peach blossoms are still in full bloom against the spring breeze, which makes people feel melancholy. You can use your imagination to describe the story that they met and fell in love but could not meet again.
Modern poetry recommends Xi Murong's A Flowering Tree.
How to let you meet me
In my most beautiful moment
for this reason
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Pray for Buddha to let us have a dusty relationship.
Buddha made me a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
Under?the?sun
Carefully full of flowers.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
When you get close,
Listen carefully
Trembling leaves
This is the passion I am waiting for.
When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.
On the ground behind you
My friend,
Not falling petals
It is my withered heart
The meaning of this poem should be clear. You can use your imagination and add some free and romantic elements. This will be a very touching story.
In fact, every poem has its own story, as long as it is written with heart, it is very good. Give you a rough classification. The themes of ancient poems mainly include lyric poems (love and friendship), farewell poems (parting relatives and missing relatives in hometown), in my heart forever's poems (expressing the loneliness of women living alone, sometimes becoming an implicit expression of poets' frustration) and frontier poems (optimism can show soldiers' ambition to defend their motherland and make contributions, while pessimism can show soldiers' yearning for their hometown, cruel battlefield and war suffering).
Modern poetry and ancient poetry have similar themes, but different forms. Maybe there are more lyric poems, and then there is an implicit expression of social problems.
It will be much easier for you to define the theme you want to express and then choose poetry!
I wish you an ideal story!
7. Please choose a favorite ancient poem and rewrite it into a short essay. 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!
8. Write a story with an ancient poem. Write a story with the ancient poem "Tian Jing Sha Qiu". In the west, a touch of setting sun shone obliquely from the barren hills, and everything on the ground was covered with a layer of fuzzy blood.
The rustling autumn wind attacked me mercilessly and eroded my soul. I am walking alone in a foreign land, accompanied by only the skinny old horse who gets along with me day and night.
Wandering for many days, it has long been as tired as me. I dragged it and stumbled forward, hoping to spend the night at someone else's house, but there seemed to be no end in sight in front of this desolate ancient road.
Just like my current state of mind, after today, I don't know if there will be tomorrow, so I can only take it one step at a time. I led the old horse to a drooping old tree and looked at the few fragile dead branches left. I can't help thinking how vibrant it is in the season of being in the mood for love.
But now, the old tree in front of us has lost its luster and become dim, without the shadow of life in it. The vines wrapped around it have withered and look so fragile.
In those days, how vigorous it was! Because leaning against the tree, I grow so fast and climb so high. When it gets old, it can no longer stand the ravages of wind and rain and can only die silently.
The crows coming home at dusk broke the silent sky. Although it shows some vitality, it is monotonous and harsh. I pulled the old horse and walked on.
I see a clear stream. There is a small wooden bridge only one foot wide on the stream, and the boards are uneven and extremely simple.
The stream is spraying water, so free, so cheerful, so carefree. Listening to the sound of running water, the melancholy mood has a faint relief.
In the dark sky, there were wisps of light smoke coming from that family, and the smell of Daoxiang came head on. I looked back, and the yellow window paper reflected a happy smile of a family of three.
Look back at yourself, lonely, even with the old horse, you can't show a trace of warmth. My home is in a distant hometown.
Heartbroken people are in the end of the world, wandering, wandering, wandering into the distance.
9. Choose an ancient poem you have learned and make up a story. Shepherd boy
Yan Lü
The grass shop is six or seven miles away from the field, and the flute makes the night wind three or four times.
Come back from a full meal at dusk and lie in the moonlight without taking off your hemp fiber.
story
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!
Playing the flute again, teasing in a cheerful tone.
Time is slowly passing in my ear.
When the sun is half exposed in the morning,
He took his flute up the hill 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.
With flute in hand, I came to the haystack with cheerful steps, without taking off my body.
I lay down, listened to the unknown insects singing beautiful songs in the grass, looked up at the bright moon in the night sky, and came up with pictures in my 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 listen to bugs.
Sleep well!