Traveling around the West Lake all day, drinking and having fun, the warm spring breeze makes these tourists sleepy, how can they remember the lost northern territory and the degraded old capital! In their eyes, Hangzhou is Bianzhou, no different. Lin 'an Mansion is a political satire poem by Lin Sheng, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, and it is also the author's only representative work.
This poem is written for the dark reality of the Southern Song Dynasty. It poured out people's indignation and expressed the poet's deep concern for the fate of the country and the nation. Most of the beautiful West Lake is surrounded by mountains. Overlapping green hills hold the West Lake in their arms, and there are countless pavilions carved with beams and painted buildings. The West Lake cruise ship sings and dances day and night.
Traveling around the West Lake all day, drinking and having fun, the warm spring breeze makes these tourists sleepy, how can they remember the lost northern territory and the degraded old capital! In their eyes, Hangzhou is Bianzhou, no different. This is a poem written on the wall of a hotel in Lin 'an. This is a political satire.
The appellation of Lin 'an House shows the society at that time. In AD 1 126, the Jin people captured Bianliang, the capital of the Northern Song Dynasty, and captured two emperors, Huizong and Qinzong. The territory of the Central Plains was completely occupied by the Jin people.
Zhao Gou fled to the south of the Yangtze River and ascended the throne in Lin 'an, which is known as the Southern Song Dynasty. Instead of accepting the painful lesson of national subjugation in the Northern Song Dynasty, the small court in the Southern Song Dynasty became angry from embarrassment and tried to strengthen itself. The rulers did not want to recover the lost land in the Central Plains, but begged for peace, surrendered to the outside world, and brutally persecuted Yue Fei and other patriots at home. Politically corrupt and incompetent, dignitaries indulge in debauchery and pleasure.
This poem is written for this dark reality. It pours out the indignation pent up in the hearts of the broad masses of people, and also expresses the poet's deep concern for the fate of the country and the nation.
2. Li Bai took me to see the magnificent scenery of and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea. Su Shi and I "quick march": Look at the beautiful scenery of "flowers in the water are interlaced and bamboo and cypress are hidden". The poet walked with me, spent a happy time with me and grew up with me! The poet and I watched the scenery turn yellow and the leaves fall with the wind. No! That's not a leaf, it's a magnificent view that "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud will protect flowers more" It tells us what dedication is, the moon is high in the sky, no! That's not the moon! It was the sad scenery of "looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then sinking, and I suddenly remembered home". It told us what homesickness was, and the pool ran down, no! That's not a pool, but a peach blossom pool in thousands of feet, which is better than the love scenery in Wang Lun. Tell us what friendship is! The poet accompanied me to see the scenery and told me that autumn leaves let us know how to give, the night sky scenery and the rising moon let us know how to taste homesickness, pool scenery and water flow, and let us know what friendship is. The poet walked with me and watched the scenery with me. Thank you for telling me so much, thank you for letting me know so much! The poet made me love my mother. The poet walked with me and told me: "The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body, but the grass of one inch has won three inches of glory. You should love your mother." Yes! I want to love my mother! Mother is working silently, and a monotonous landscape is formed behind the building. Year after year, the wind and frost covered your smiling face, your lonely heart, who can understand? Flowers bloom quietly, you work silently, trying to tell you that you have always been my miracle. In fact, I have always understood you and loved you very much. However, we have nothing to say to each other, and some are just heart-to-heart. The poet walked with me and asked me to love my mother. Thank you for introducing me to my mother. Thank you for letting me know how to love my mother! The poet made me taste homesickness, old vines, faint crows, small bridges, flowing water, ancient roads, thin horses in the west wind and sunset. Heartbroken people are at the end of the world. Looking into the air, "looking up, I found that it was moonlight, and it sank back, and I suddenly remembered my home" and "looking at the sea". Where is the pass of Rimu Township? People are driving on the Yanbo River, feeling sad and in tears. "I go forward. I cried until my tears ran out, and I saw a sailboat about to fall in the distant sky. "I will think of you in the clouds, so think of me in the sunset. Poets let me taste homesickness, but reason is still chaotic. Don't have a trace of homesickness in your heart! The poet accompanied me. Thank you. I will try my best to have the lofty sentiments of "reaching the peak, the other mountains all appear dwarfs under the sky.", the filial piety of "Who said the grass in the village will win the honor of three villages" and the leisure of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely". The intention of' naked, not dignified'! The poet walks with me, that deep love! That's deep sorrow! That long-term vision!
3. The ancient poetry was adapted into a composition of 500 words. Lv Yan's "Shepherd Boy"
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.
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4. A narrative adapted from an ancient poem (about 500 words) was rewritten as Occasionally in Spring. "I woke up easily in this spring morning." When I woke up, it was already dawn.
I opened the window and the sun shone through it. I quickly got dressed and walked out the door. The bald head of the sun shines on me warmly through the thin clouds, and a warm spring breeze blows, which feels really comfortable! At this moment, a bird flew by. I think they must be looking for food for lunch. Spring is so beautiful, I should go out for a walk.
I came to the suburbs and saw wild flowers everywhere. These flowers are beautiful. They are all kinds of colors, some red as fire, some yellow as gold, some white as snow, and some pink as chardonnay. Some are like horns, playing songs, some are like butterflies, dancing with the wind, and some are like palms, welcoming the arrival of spring.
Beautiful flowers attract countless bees and butterflies. Bees work hard to collect honey from flowers, and butterflies dance among them. These lovely elves add a little interest to the empty fields.
Go on, there are rows of willows by the river. These willows have long branches and many buds, some of which are 3231313353236313431303231363537898E69D83365433. I walked onto the bridge, and the river at the bottom of the bridge was very clear. I can see pebbles at the bottom of the river. In the distance, several teenagers are catching tadpoles and fishing, and there are silvery laughter from time to time.
Crossing the bridge is an endless wheat field. Some farmers are pulling weeds, some are fertilizing, and some are digging ditches. At this time, two farmers were tired, sitting on the edge of the ridge and taking out water to drink. When they saw me, they pointed at me. I think they must be telling me that I didn't do a good job and didn't play like a teenager. But who knows that I am busy with scientific research all day and seldom have the opportunity to come out? 2 Rewrite "Spring Encounter" Spring has quietly come to us.
I am free today, so I want to go out and enjoy the beautiful spring scenery. I gently pushed open the door and strolled out.
As soon as I went out, I saw the sky was blue and the sun was shining. The spring breeze gently blows on my face, warm and comfortable.
Look at the faint clouds floating slowly in the sky, sometimes like a pony running on the grassland, sometimes like a boat floating on the lake, and sometimes like a lamb grazing on the grass. Time, unconsciously passed, and now it's almost noon.
I walked beside the flowers and saw all kinds of flowers, such as peach blossom, apricot blossom, pear blossom, winter jasmine and so on. , colorful, full of * *. These flowers are not only beautiful, but also smell delicious.
All kinds of flowers give off a refreshing fragrance. Their fragrance attracts hardworking bees and butterflies of different sizes. They shuttled freely among the flowers. On my other side is a willow forest, very high.
In the face of beautiful flowers, willow trees are not to be outdone. They all pulled out the tender leaves of goose yellow.
Many birds live on it. Walking, I unconsciously came to the river in front of me. The river is crystal clear, and lively and lovely little fish swim around in the water. Blue sky, white clouds and flowers and willows are all reflected on the river, forming a colorful picture.
A swallow skimmed across the river, its wing tip occasionally touched the water, and a small halo rippled around. The fish jumped out of the water, as if to say hello to Mr. Chun.
Suddenly, an old man walked past me. He turned around and asked strangely, "Cheng Xueshi, why are you free to go out for a walk today?" "Yes!" I answered him with a smile. I think: he may think that I am like a teenager, taking time out to play! Thinking of this, I chanted: the clouds are light and the wind is light, and it is nearly noon, and the flowers flow with the willows.
At that time, people didn't understand my inner happiness at this moment, thinking that I was learning from young people and taking advantage of the good opportunity to steal.
5. Rewrite Qiu Si's ancient poems into a story. About 500 words. In the autumn evening, the poet Zhang Ji went to his friend's door without eating anything after dinner. He went up and knocked on the door several times, and an extremely boy poked his head out: "Who are you looking for?" Zhang Ji quickly said, "Excuse me, is your master at home?" "Unfortunately, master went back to his hometown to see relatives yesterday and won't be back until next month. Please go back. " After that, extremely closed the door, leaving Zhang Ji standing alone in front of the door. A cold autumn wind blew, bringing chills. Zhang Ji turned around and suddenly heard a child calling, "Mom, look, goose!" " The poet looked up and saw a flock of geese flying across the sky. Zhang Ji couldn't help thinking that he lived in Luoyang and never came back all the year round. Goose will come back next year. When can he go back to his hometown? At this time, there was no one in the street, only the rustling of leaves in the wind. The afterglow of the sunset fell on him, and the lotus in the pond had long since disappeared. At this time, insects are singing and birds are singing. When he got home, it suddenly occurred to Zhang Ji that although he could not return to his hometown, he could write a letter. However, he mentioned a thousand words, but he didn't know where to start. In the poet's mind, the scene of parting keeps emerging. When I left my mother, I left without looking back, but I didn't know when I would see her again ... When I thought of this, the poet felt tears in his eyes, and all his feelings welled up like spring water at one time, and the poet sent all his thoughts in these paragraphs. Finally, he wrote this letter, and Zhang Ji carefully read it dozens of times, for fear that his homesickness could not be fully expressed. At this moment, he suddenly heard a dozen people playing. In the morning, the poet got up early and waited at the door with a letter. I don't know when, the sound of hooves came from the corner. "Come, come!" The poet was very excited. I saw the boy who delivered the letter jump off his horse and took the letter and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely send it!" " "Say that finish, I was about to get on the horse when I suddenly heard a shout from behind:" Please stay! " He quickly turned around and asked, "What happened to the old man?" "I ... I want to read this letter again." The young man hesitated and handed it to the poet. The poet quickly opened the letter, examined it carefully, and then sealed it for the young man. The young man got on his horse and left with a whip. The poet stood there with tears in his eyes ... The autumn wind blew away his tears, drop by drop.
6. The ancient poem "The Shepherd Boy" was rewritten into a 450-word composition. Vilen, lush with green grass, is full of vitality under the sunlight, like a huge emerald carpet stretching into the sky.
On the Yuan Ye, an old cow leisurely tasted the green grass, and the little shepherd boy was tempted by the butterfly dance to run slowly and carefully between Yuan Ye ... In the evening, the sun, which had been active all day, gradually converged its light with the cool evening breeze and became gentle, like a soft red lantern hanging on the edge of Yuan Ye and the sky. Maybe it was suspended for too long, only to see it sink slowly and stop smoothly as soon as it touched the ground.
It seems that with the support of vilen, it once again playfully jumped onto this huge green bed. The endless Yuan Ye was dyed dark green by the sunset.
Looking at the sunset on the Yuan Ye, the little shepherd boy was too surprised to blink, for fear that the red lantern would be swept away by a giant hand in the blink of an eye. The little shepherd boy watched with wide eyes. Suddenly, the sunset shivered twice. Finally, like a naughty little rabbit, he quietly got into the grass with a light and agile tapping sound and said "goodbye" to the little shepherd boy.
That night, the wind blew gently again, and the clouds seemed to feel the end of the sunset glow. On the horizon, the slightly reddish clouds also dispersed. Reluctantly, he put on a black veil and walked away. It's getting dark and the fields are much quieter.
Suddenly, with a light flute, the silent vilen suddenly came alive again. Then, the flute became louder and louder and closer.
Following the sound, I saw an old cow walking slowly. It turned out to be a little shepherd boy. I saw him wearing a hat and hemp fiber, sitting on the back of a cow, playing the flute tirelessly, teasing the evening breeze, with a little coolness. The grass on the Yuan Ye seems to understand the flute and dance together in the hazy twilight.
The flute went through the Woods, crossed Yuan Ye and spread to far, far places ... At the entrance of the village, the white-haired grandfather of the shepherd boy was waiting for his grandson who lived alone to return from grazing. The appearance of an old man and a young man has added some warmth to the cool vilen and small villages.
The shepherd boy and grandpa are full, and it is completely dark, but there is still a faint light of the moon in the air. At this time, the shepherd boy who has been herding cattle for a day is already very tired. Like a tired kitten, he snuggled up to the woodpile without taking off his hat and hemp fiber, holding his beloved bamboo flute, looking up at the moon, remembering his kind mother, and with wonderful reverie, he fell into a sweet dream with the company of the moon.
7. The ancient poem "Shepherd Baby" has been rewritten into a 500-word composition, and the vast Yuan Ye is endless. The vast Yuan Ye is covered with green grass. Occasionally, a small cluster of bright yellow flowers can be found in the grass waves. Dazzling yellow is like finding a trace of green in the desert, which makes the silent and connected green full of vitality. A breeze blew, and there was a fragrance on my face. This is the smell of grass. The moist smell of the earth, mixed with the smell of grass, is a special symbol of Master Yuan! In the evening, melodious flute sounds came into the ears of the grass intermittently. As if to echo the shepherd's flute, the grass is dancing "rustling". Gradually, the flute became clearer and clearer, and the owner of the flute came out to take a curtain call-a shepherd boy appeared leisurely riding his own cow. When the last note was uttered in the bamboo flute, the shepherd boy just stood alone. The sun is setting outside. The afterglow left by the sun father-in-law lit up a row of clouds on the horizon, and they became beautiful fiery red clouds. They deform with the movement of the wind. One minute they are cute puppies, and the other they are fierce lions, which makes people see things in a blur. But this beautiful scene, like a epiphyllum, comes and goes quickly. Soon, as night fell, they were attracted by the bright moon.
On the other side of the mountain, Li Lan is a rural child, and her hometown is a small mountain village surrounded by mountains. I have been curious since I was a child in Li Lan: What's over there? Once, Li Lan asked his mother, "Mom, what do you think is over there?" Mom was cooking at that time and said, "It's the sea." "What's the sea like, Mom?" Li Lan asked again. "Oh, I don't know. Go out quickly and don't disturb mom's cooking. " Li Lan's mother said impatiently. What is the sea like? It is a mystery in Li Lan's mind, and the price of the answer starts from the third grade. When Li Lan knew that this beautiful place was the sea he wanted, he made up his mind to climb the highest mountain and see the beautiful sea tomorrow. That night, Li Lan stayed up all night excited, and he had been looking forward to the morning. I don't know how long it took, but it was slightly brighter. Li Lan quickly put on his shoes and ran outside, finally reaching the foot of the mountain. Li Lan took a deep breath. Looking forward to climbing to the top of the mountain, Li Wei stumbled all the way, because it was not bright enough to see the stones on the mountain and the trees hurt. But when Li Wei saw the other side of the mountain, Li Wei froze, because the other side of the mountain was still a mountain. Li Wei couldn't figure out why mom lied to her. Li Wei turned around in disappointment, just took a step, then squatted down and cried. Li Wei learned from his teacher that if he wants to see the sea, he must study hard and rush out of one mountain after another. Since then, Li Wei has studied hard and achieved excellent results. Ten years later, Li Wei was admitted to a university in a coastal city. When the admission notice was sent to Li Wei, Li Wei knew that he could see the sea he loved. The first thing Li Wei did when he got there was to look at the sea. When Li Wei walked on the warm beach and looked at the blue sea, Li Lan was filled with emotion. She thought, mom didn't lie to me. Don't doubt, as long as you have this belief and work hard for it, the sea is beyond the mountains.
9. A 500-word ancient poem written by a guest in Qiu Si was rewritten on a quiet night. The poet Zhang Ji looked up at the gradually round moon in front of the small courtyard. The moon is cold in late autumn, and Yin Hui pours down from the west like ice, silently overlooking the earth. Thinking that it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival in a few days, I can't help feeling a lot when I am alone in Luoyang City. A rustling autumn wind blew, making Zhang Ji cold. Take out the cotton-padded jacket that his mother sewed for him before he left. I can't help thinking of my old mother and my long-lost hometown. My homesickness deeply troubled him. I want to write a letter to my family, but I can't. There's so much to say and so much to know. Zhang Ji finally wrote about his feelings of parting from his family. The letter is finished, Zhang Ji. He went back to that day and night, missed his hometown and met his elderly mother ... The next day, at sunrise in the East, Zhang Ji couldn't wait to come to the messenger's office and handed the letter to the messenger. He told him again and again that he must give the letter to his family intact. Just as the messenger was about to leave, Zhang Ji, who was uneasy, hurried back to the messenger. He opened it carefully and read it again and again. I was afraid that I didn't explain anything clearly, so I handed the letter to the messenger carefully. The messenger rode across the horse and left with a whip. Zhang Ji watched him until he disappeared into the sky. The vines are dry. This tree is very old. At dusk, crows crow in the empty sky. It's noisy, but it makes me jealous. Crows have homes, too. What about me? The river flows quietly and crosses the long bridge. In the hut, the whole family sits around and enjoys family happiness. I was walking on the old road with a thin horse, and the west wind blew against my face, making people feel chilly. The sun was setting and the day passed. The joy of my life is over, waiting for me, but I miss my punishment and I am deeply saddened. From then on, I was desperate.