spring
Walking lightly into the world of spring, I feel the joy of "sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently". "Spring water stirs rocks and makes a crisp sound; Good birds sing together and rhyme together. I fully appreciate the vitality of "several early warblers compete for warm trees, whose new swallow pecks at spring mud" and the gentleness of "soaking in clothes and bathing in apricot flowers and blowing cold willows".
In that spring world, it was her poems that brought me comfortable to enjoy the charm of spring.
summer
The cicada's cry gradually played a beautiful movement. The occasional breeze, the croaking of frogs in the rice fields, and the joy of harvest are the scenes described by "rice flowers say harvest, listening to frogs". The water waves rippled in the pond and the lotus flowers were in full bloom, which once again made me feel the brightness of "the lotus leaves are infinitely blue the next day, and the lotus flowers are different red the next day", and the lovely "Xiao He just showed his sharp corner, and a dragonfly had already stood on his head".
In the world of poetry, I am like a butterfly, dancing and wandering in the realm of poetry, forgetting where I am …
In Xia Composition 2, "There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and there are duck prophets on the riverside." In spring, everything comes back to life. As the poem says, peach blossoms are in full bloom and a group of ducks are playing in the nearby river. Spring is so beautiful, and her beauty and vitality are in rhythm with poets as early as 1000 years ago.
Speaking of spring, these ancient poems are my favorite. Once I visited a temple. The air is particularly fresh in the mountain temple that has just rained. The small petals near the temple are slightly stained with some rain and dew. Take a closer look, a petite red apricot is thriving in the cracks of the wall under the call of spring. There is a great artistic conception of "spring can't be caged all over the garden, and an almond comes out of the wall". Therefore, the poems I once recited in my mouth were compared to a beautiful scenery in a temple.
In spring in Jiangnan, willow trees in Jiangnan are the most detour. That kind of green, which is tender outside and penetrating inside, is somewhat golden under the sunlight. The breeze is blowing slowly and swaying, and a picture of spring comes into view. Willow leaves hang down and gently touch the river. The tender willow, like a tapestry of thousands of strands of moss, covered the whole memory of Jiangnan spring and never erased it. ...
The memory of spring is better than the willow in the south of the Yangtze River, the apricot on the wall, and the endless spring rain "sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently." The spring rain is very small, accompanied by the wind, floating in the endless night sky.
The scenery in spring is so beautiful. I like spring, and I prefer the word "spring" in ancient poetry.
Xia Composition 3 Today, we followed Teacher Li to the kingdom of ancient poetry! . The kingdom of ancient poetry is more beautiful this time. Let's go and have a look.
First, we came to the Spring Garden. "Spring is so beautiful!" We can't help exclaiming. In Liu Yong, we saw a willow tree like jasper. It's really "Jasper disguised as a tree, and thousands of strands of moss hang down in the tapestry". When we see the Yuanyang in the quatrains, we can't help thinking of the beautiful and harmonious scenery of "Swallows flying in the mud and Yuanyang sleeping in the sand". Although spring is beautiful, I am looking forward to the next summer.
At the second stop, we came to Xia Jing Garden. Little friend Lin Yi shouted: "Look, how beautiful the lotus is!" This reminds me of Yang Wanli's "The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely bright, and the next day, the lotus flowers are different colors."
At the third stop, we came to autumn scenery Garden and couldn't help wondering, "There are so many delicious foods in autumn scenery Garden!" . Autumn is a harvest season. There are also many poems in autumn! Look, Mutu's Mountain Walk, Li Shen's Compassion for Farmers, and Zhang Ji's Qiu Si ... Autumn is almost over, so it should be winter soon!
Unconsciously, we came to the fourth stop, Winter Garden. "Look at the snow!" . A grass shouted excitedly. This reminds people of Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue: There are no birds in hundreds of mountains, and there are no footprints in thousands of paths. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. Reminiscent, in Nalan Xingde's Sauvignon Blanc: the wind turns to snow, and the dream of breaking the hometown fails, and there is no such sound in the garden; This reminds me of plum blossoms in Wang Anshi's works: there are several plum blossoms in the corner, and hanling blooms alone. I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
After visiting the four seasons in ancient poetry, I found that there were so many poems about the four seasons! Although we left the kingdom of ancient poetry, we are still immersed in ancient poetry.
I like spring in ancient poetry, because it contains a beautiful new life and everything revives. I also like summer in ancient poems, because summer is full of branches and leaves and life.
When spring comes, the green grass slowly breaks through the ground and slowly raises its head to receive the sunshine. After a spring rain, the earth becomes particularly energetic, just as Du Fu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote, it is good to know the rainy season and when spring will happen. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. The wild path is dark, and the flowers are bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. Spring rain seems to understand people's intentions and know the changes of seasons. When everything grows, it comes quietly. The drizzle falls with the wind at night, moistening things silently. There is no sound. The path between the fields is as dark as a dark cloud on the horizon, and only the lights on the river boat are on. By the next morning, flowers stained with thick dew were blooming all over Chengdu.
When summer comes, plants thrive. Despite the hot weather, they can still enjoy the cool in the shade. The red sun shines brightly, and the lotus pond is full of lotus flowers, some of which have only two or three petals, some of which are fully unfolded, revealing a bright yellow lotus flower, some of which are blooming, and the lotus flower exudes a faint fragrance. Some lotus flowers are white, a little pink, and lotus leaves are green. It seems that fairies are in a green ocean. Seeing these large and small lotus leaves, I can't help but think of the poem written by Bai Juyi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, that a child propped up a boat and stole the white lotus back. If you don't understand the hidden traces, float and ping together. The naughty boy secretly picked lotus leaves with a boat. He still doesn't know how to hide his traces. The duckweed on the water left traces of the boat crossing. The lovely images of children's innocence, liveliness and mischievousness still clearly float before our eyes after thousands of years.
Spring and summer in ancient poetry have their own beauty. I love spring and summer in ancient poems.
Summer composition in the poem 5 Summer is in a pond full of lotus flowers, summer is in a park full of shade, summer is in the scorching sun, summer is in a burst of cicadas, and summer is still in beautiful ancient poems.
In summer, buttonwood trees are particularly lush, with thick branches and luxuriant leaves, like slaps. At noon, the sun shines on the buttonwood, like a layer of Phnom Penh for the buttonwood. The buttonwood tree is like a big umbrella, blocking the sun. The sun shines on the ground from the leaves, then appears and disappears, as if playing hide-and-seek with children. At night, children play under the tree, adults play cards under the tree, and a gust of wind blows through the leaves, making a "rustling" sound, which just blends in with the children's laughter. Qin Guan's poem mentioned: "Why hate wheatgrass when she is gone? Xiamu is cute. " The leaves are really lovely.
"The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers are of different colors." In summer, the lake is full of lotus leaves, like a big jade plate with pearl-like water drops on it. A gust of wind blew and water droplets rolled on the lotus leaf. Lotus emerged from the lotus leaf, pink, purple, white and flowery, as if asleep, and it didn't wake up until Xia Feng blew it. Some just opened a few petals, like a shy little girl; Some of them are spread out, and you can see a small lotus flower!
"Dark clouds turn over the ink and don't cover the mountain, and white rain jumps over the boat." In summer, there is a rainy season. It was sunny in the morning, but in the afternoon, it suddenly began to rain. It seems to be coming soon! Some pedestrians on the road stood up with umbrellas, some ran with their heads held, and some children were very happy, stepping on water in the rain. ...
The summer in the poem is naive and fascinating. I like the summer in the poem.
I studied ancient poetry, first at my grandmother's knees. Grandma reads this poem very slowly. I asked her why she recited the poem so slowly. Grandma said, "Only in this way can we deeply understand the thoughts and feelings of the author in the poem."
The quatrains of early summer is the first poem I went to school at my grandmother's knee when I was a child. "I can't walk all the way in Sang Ma. I know I am a Taiping person." I asked my grandmother what "endless" meant, and she said, "At that time, people were very busy looking at the stars in the sky." Oh! That's what it means!
When the stars are shining and the moon is high, I can't help thinking of the poem "the mountain-light suddenly fails in the west, the moon rises from the east of the lake". The summer night is hot and cool, which reminds me of the poem "Little pond retreats in summer, and big trees return to cool early" in midsummer. In the evening, the whole family took fans to enjoy the cool on the grass. I think this picture is quite poetic. As Du Fu wrote in "Sigh on a Summer Night", "The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the porch is cool." There is also a most beautiful scenery in summer night, that is fireflies. They twinkle at night, just like the stars moving on the ground instead of the stars in the sky.
Suddenly it began to rain, like "dark clouds turn over the ink and don't cover the mountain, white raindrops jump off the boat." That burst of thunder, the turbulent dark clouds poured ink, the rain the size of beans poured down, and the jewel-like raindrops formed a bead curtain in my eyes, and I was shocked.
"The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers are of different colors." In these two poems, I can see the lotus leaves swaying and the lotus flowers dancing with the wind.
From then on, I loved poetry more, realized the poet's feelings and understood the beauty of poetry.
Because I like summer, I also like ancient poems about summer.
I must have started reading poetry in a summer, because Yang Wanli's Little Pool is the first ancient poem I can recite, and I also like ancient poems and authors about summer very much.
Every time I read the sentence, "Xiao He just showed his sharp corner, and the dragonfly had already stood on it." Reading this poem by Yang Wanli, it seems that a small scene of the lotus pond in early summer appeared in my mind. Yang Wanli's poems are full of small things, with the theme of "small pond", the path next to the spring, the thin stream and the small dragonfly constitute a small and exquisite picture of the small pond. This poem is fresh and vivid, which makes people feel full of vitality and charm after reading it.
Every time I read, "Lotus leaves are infinitely bright, and lotus flowers reflect the sun in different colors." In this poem by Yang Wanli, it seems that there is a beautiful picture of West Lake in Hangzhou in my mind. As the saying goes, "There is heaven above and Suzhou and Hangzhou below." Hangzhou is famous for its West Lake. There are many poems describing the beauty of the West Lake, but this poem is quite distinctive. The first sentence points out the place and time of writing, and the second sentence summarizes the West Lake in June. The scenery is completely different from other seasons. The whole poem is fresh and beautiful, lively and cheerful, and full of fun.
There are many poems about summer, and each poem contains the author's love and praise for summer.
Summer composition in the poem 8 Summer is a vibrant season. On the edge of the lotus pond, several dragonflies fly low, and the air is filled with faint lotus fragrance, which makes people feel deeply. And the poets sketched a summer scene with their exquisite poems, which made me linger.
One of my favorite poems describing the summer scenery is Gao Pian's Summer in the Mountain Pavilion: the trees grow dark in summer and the balcony reflects into the pool. When I read this, I seem to be walking in the shade with the poet. Learn from Gao Pian and reach out and whisper slowly. You feel calm like water, and there is a kind of peace.
"Plums are sour, and bananas are green." These two sentences were written in early summer, and sour plums make people salivate. On the snow-white window screen, the green leaves of banana leaves are clearly looming. I am also standing in the breeze, feeling the greenery blowing head-on, and experiencing the artistic conception in the poem in silence. Oh, I see!
"The lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, and the hibiscus opens to both sides of the face." I was intoxicated by it again. But what is "hibiscus"? I recited these two sentences repeatedly, and my heart became more and more confused.
Until one day, my cousin told me: "hibiscus is lotus!" " "Hey, hibiscus is not the kind of red flower? How can it be a lotus? I'm still at a loss. Cousin added: "Hibiscus can be divided into hibiscus and hibiscus." Water hibiscus is lotus! "I suddenly realized that I learned to understand poetry from annotations or other people's answers.
Appreciating and reading poetry has benefited me a lot. I would like to wander in the ocean of poetry; I would like to forget to return in the treasure house of poetry. Poetry has given me infinite happiness and will accompany me all my life.
The summer in the poem is not colorful in spring, fruity in autumn and bitter in winter. But it also has her unique beauty. In summer, in a cool air-conditioned room, in a lotus pond full of lotus flowers, in a cool popsicle, summer is still in ancient poetry.
The trees in summer are lush, just as Qin Guan wrote in "The Dark Sun in March": "Why hate wheatgrass when it's gone? Trees in summer are lovely. " What's to complain about when flowers bloom and fall? I think the dense summer green trees are also very popular! In summer, the tree is very big, like a big green umbrella. There are many leaves on the tree, too. Cicada is chirping in the tree.
"The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers are of different colors." Lotus leaves meet the sky, endless green. Lotus reflects sunlight and presents a peculiar and delicate red color. Yes, the lotus in the lotus pond is so beautiful. Lotus leaves are like big green disks. Lotus has a variety of colors, including pink, lavender and snow white. Gestures are also varied, some just spread two or three petals, some petals are all spread out, revealing a pale yellow lotus flower, and some flowering bones, which will burst when they look full. ...
"Dark clouds turn over the ink and don't cover the mountain, and white rain jumps over the boat." In the distance, dark clouds fell from the sky. They rolled like spilled ink, but they didn't block the mountain. Glittering raindrops are like pearls jumping on the boat.
What a beautiful summer in ancient poetry!
The summer composition in the poem 10 "The shade is quiet in the day, and the solitary flowers show spring." On the small rooftop, an old man with a flower is holding a porcelain cup and drinking fragrant teas, while a five-or six-year-old child is standing by, reciting Tang poems in an orderly way. Finally, the child frowned and said, "You forgot so much!" "The old man put down his glass and smiled faintly." Of course not. Tang poetry is your best friend. " The child nodded incredulously and began to recite again.
That child is me. My grandfather taught me to read ancient poems word for word since I was a child. ...
The first ancient poem I can recite is Xiaochi, so I like summer vacation so far. In my memory, what impressed me the most was the phrase "crystal curtains are breezy, and roses are fragrant all over the yard"-in summer, a slight mountain wind blows, crystal curtains flutter gently, and flowers are everywhere in the yard. I like association when I read poetry. You see, if you think about it like this, the meaning, artistic conception and emotion in the poem will come out.
I read one song at a time and learned many poems about summer. A song "Early Summer among Guests" deepened my love for summer. "April rain, Nanshan Ming. There was no catkin because of the wind, but the sunflower was invited to the sun. " In early summer and April, the weather is fine, and after a rain, it clears up. After the rain, the mountains are more pleasant, and Nanshan, which is separated by a street, becomes clearer. There are no flying catkins in front of us, only sunflowers blooming towards the sun. Reading and reading, the artistic conception in reading came into my eyes again. Reading poems with my own imagination has benefited me a lot.
In summer, I walked with poetry, smelling my whole childhood with its unique freshness.