1. Use Zhao Shixiu's "Yo Ke" to write a composition
Please read Zhao Shixiu's "Yo Ke" and write a composition according to the prompts.
During the yellow plum season, it rains everywhere, and frogs are everywhere in the grassy ponds. If I don’t come over at midnight, I’ll knock the chess pieces and let the lanterns fall.
Tip: This poem is about the poet’s appointment with a friend, which gives us a lot of life inspiration. Please choose the entry point that best suits you from the perspective of the poet or the friend, or the poet and the friend. , write an article on your own topic.
Friends' Promise
"We met under the blue sky. Was it God's arrangement or fate? Let us be together and stay together forever..." Pepe thought so.
In the busy and complicated high school life, Peipei, Baobao, and Yangyang became best friends. They talk and laugh every day, help each other in their studies, and go home together after school...
In fact, these three good friends have known each other for a long time. They were classmates when they were in preschool. Peppa and Bao Bao first met each other. They played together since childhood. Later, Bao Bao moved and they lost contact. No, God, it was just a joke. On the high school campus, the three of them became classmates and even good friends.
It’s Pepe. Did Pepe recognize the baby at a glance? Fat, dark, silly, and very cute; Yangyang has not changed at all, she is still fat, but quite beautiful. Peppa may have changed, but she is still very thin, and the baby cannot recognize her at all.
Pepe is very emotional, will she cherish every bit of emotion around her? Family, friendship, love, she will not easily forget every emotion she has ever had. Peipei and Baobao and Yangyang have become good friends. Peppa is so happy. She carefully takes care of this friendship and doesn't let it run away.
Every day, these three good friends would walk home together, talking and laughing. Between them, there would always be endless things to say and endless songs to sing. One day, one day...
Girls mature day by day, and they inevitably have their own little secrets. Peipei had something on her mind, and she didn't want to tell her two good friends. She just buried it in her heart, so deep.
One day, when the three good friends came together again, Pepe said: "Let's make a promise that no matter now, in the future, no matter what happens, we will never separate, okay?" "Okay?" Yeah, okay," Yangyang said, "We will always be together." Pepe looked at the baby and he just smiled. Pepe said nothing more, just silent.
Pepe is not joking, she wants to keep this friendship forever.
The next day, Pepe proposed the "promise" again, and the baby said: "Okay". So, the three good friends wrote their eternal agreement:
Respect each other, care for each other, and understand each other;
***Together progress, ***Together happiness,* **Together happiness;
When we are separated in the future, we should keep in touch and get together often:
Bless each other during the New Year, holidays and birthdays;
Always do a good job Friends, never be separated.
Contractor: Peipei, baby, Yangyang
Friendship password: 327109728
These simple lines of words became Peipei, baby, The most precious thing for the Yangyang trio. They firmly believe that their agreement will become a reality forever.
"The bells in the distance echoed in the rain, and we held hands under the eaves to listen... You and I made a promise... You and I made a promise..." 2. Rewrite the essay about making an appointment
The yellow plum season is here, and with it, of course, there will be thunder that shakes the valley and heavy raindrops. The flowers and plants raised their heads again, bathing in the wind and rain; the mulberry trees danced again, absorbing the rain. The birds sing loudly and the fish dance gracefully. In the rain curtain, thousands of beautiful flowers bloomed again.
My friends and I made an appointment to challenge each other in chess during this rainy season, and night fell. The tireless heavy rain is still falling stubbornly, and every household is shrouded in this misty rain. In the green grass and ponds far away in the countryside, frogs chirp one after another, melodious and sweet. It has already passed the time previously agreed upon by my friend and I, but he still has not appeared...
I waited quietly... After waiting for a long time, I still didn't hear my friend's knock on the door. At this time, I felt extremely lonely and thought: It's already this time, and my friends probably won't come. I was so lost, bored, listening to the continuous sound of rain outside the house and the echoing rhythm of the frogs. I couldn't help but pick up a chess piece and think about it alone. I kept knocking the chess piece back and forth on the chessboard, and the wick fell because it burned for too long...
"It rains in every house during the Huangmei season. There are frogs everywhere in the grassy pond. If you don't come in the middle of the night, I'll knock the chess pieces and drop the lights. "Alas, my friend won't be here today... 3. How to write an 800-word essay on "A Guest"
"Yo Ke" is adapted from the period of late spring and early summer when the plums are ripe and every household is shrouded in drizzle. In the pond covered with green grass, the frogs are holding a summer party! They were chatting in groups of three and five.
Some of the lotus sisters drank enough of the sweet rain and bloomed with smiles, some were so shy that their faces turned red with embarrassment, and they were just about to bloom~ They were like bright pearls, among the green lotus leaves. It looks particularly gorgeous under the background! The lotus leaves are even more lush and boundless. They are like an umbrella, and the tadpoles are playing under the umbrella~
Looking at the lively scene outside the window, I can't help but feel lonely, because I made an appointment The guests haven’t come yet. I thought: the lotus has a lotus leaf as a companion; the frog has a tadpole as a companion; the spring rain has a gentle breeze as a companion, but I am alone, alas!
It’s past half of the night and I’m still waiting for the scheduled guests. It was too noisy outside and I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to hear it.
When I saw the guest knocking on the door, I listened attentively. However, I could only hear the "croak" of the frog. At this time, I felt very lost and anxious.
After the wick in the oil lamp burned out, it fell down like shining little flowers. I thought: Since he hasn’t come for so long, I might as well enjoy the beautiful scenery and play chess by myself! So, I held a chess piece between my index finger and middle finger, and I was carefully thinking about where the chess piece should be placed. I was stroking my beard with my left hand, hesitating, with a frown on my face.
Gradually, my mood improved. With such beautiful scenery accompanying me, I really feel like living a fairy-like life! I was intoxicated by the beautiful scenery and fell asleep unconsciously. 4. Who can rewrite Zhao Shixiu's "Invitation" into a composition of about 400 words?
It's raining in Huang Meitian, and other outdoor activities are inconvenient, so playing chess becomes the poet's choice, so he invites friends The poet came to play chess and lingered in the chess room, bored for a long time. Sometimes he would go to the window to see if his friends had come, and sometimes he would sit at the chess table and plan today's chess moves.
Through the bamboo window, you can see the green grass pond, and the sound of frogs can be heard unscrupulously. This is such a pleasant pastoral life, but because there are no guests, the sound of frogs is completely It's different from Xin Jiaxuan's pleasant "The fragrance of rice flowers tells of a good harvest, and the sound of frogs singing" is pleasant, but it is heart-wrenching and troublesome! The rain kept falling, the frogs kept croaking, and the poet waited until midnight. Are you coming or not? After waiting so anxiously, based on our life experience, we can already boldly speculate that the chess player invited must be a good chess player, even better than the poet.
For chess players, only the expectation of satisfying revenge on the chessboard can extend the lonely waiting indefinitely. Thinking of the dragon he killed last time, he became so angry.
"Bang"! A man was sitting at the chess table, knocking down a chess piece hard - almost at the same time, the lamp on the desk also made a light explosion and splashed down. "The lights are exploding and the guests are arriving." Are they really here? Didn't say.
Let's take a montage at the moment when the lights are flashing - the official road through Jingyu is a bit slippery, a thin scholar is sitting on the back of a donkey, looking calm and graceful. Holding an oil-paper umbrella, he walked along the mountain road. Looking at the familiar scenery and thinking about the good luck he would win tonight, he smiled slightly, picked up the wine gourd again, and took a sip... . 5. Zhao Shixiu's "Yo Ke" was adapted into a high school composition of about 800 words. Urgent
"Yo Ke" by Zhao Shixiu Montage is a transliteration of a noun in French architecture, and is preferably composed of assemblies. Film art borrowed this term from the field of architecture, extended it to editing and combination, and became a general term for film composition forms and composition methods. However, various categories of literature and art often have similarities, and montage is not a unique technique to movies. In the expressive art of classical poetry in my country, there are similarities with montage techniques. For example, movies often combine some large jumps in time and space and different pictures according to the logic of art to form a parallel montage, thereby rendering the atmosphere of the work and expressing a certain meaning of the work. Judging from this montage, Zhao Shixiu's poem has different approaches but the same purpose. In the Jiangnan area, after the beginning of summer, there is a rainy season that lasts for months, which is called "Huangmei Tian", and the rain is called "Huangmeiyu". "It rains in every house during the Huangmei season." The poet first introduces a picture that is relatively broad in time and space, which is very general. "Rain" is not only tangible, but also has sound, so this picture stimulates the reader's visual and auditory senses, appealing to both vision and hearing. At the same time, this kind of rain is not a passing shower, nor is it a squandering torrential rain, but a plum rain that lasts for months. This kind of rain in the poem not only exaggerates the annoying and miserable atmosphere, but can also be said to be the reflection of the poet's subjective psychology of being lonely and eager for friends to come. In addition, every family blocked the rain, which also laid the foundation for waiting for guests for a long time. "There are frogs everywhere in the grassy pond". The time and space of this picture is smaller than that of the previous picture. It is composed of visual images, especially auditory images. Xie Lingyuan during the Northern and Southern Dynasties had a famous line in "Climbing the Pond and Going Up the Floor" that "spring grass grows in the pond, and garden willows turn into songbirds." Zhao Shixiu's "Green Grass Pond" adapted Xie Lingyuan's "spring grass grows in the pond" without revealing any trace, and it is more concentrate. Readers with a certain knowledge of poetry can relate to many things from this. This kind of art form that uses allusions to deepen its historical and artistic connotations is what the American and British modern poet and critic Eliot called a "coexistence structure" because the reader's imagination no longer stays on an insulated plane. , and you can dive into the depth of history.
If the first two shots are still outdoor scenes of nature, then the scene of "I didn't come over until midnight because I had an appointment, and I was knocking chess pieces and lighting up the lanterns" is a scene of people moving from outdoors to indoors. From the perspective of the poem as a whole, the connection relationship between these three shots is parallel lines. However, from the relationship between the first two shots and the third shot, we can sort out the time clues of the sequential development. This kind of The shots that develop from far to near, from outside to inside, can be called "progressive montage".
At the same time, from the perspective of the picture, the first two shots are relatively broad, and they are long shots and panoramic shots; the latter shot is smaller, and they are close shots and small shots, which are equivalent to "close-ups" in movies. In this close-up shot, we can see that the host is disappointed, but still knocking the chess pieces on the table with expectation. The lights are on and off, and on again... but the guests are still not coming. One "knock" and one "fall" express the long time, the deep yearning, and the high expectation. The sounds of rain and frogs outside, the sound of playing chess and the lights turning on and off indoors are all heard. This kind of strong and dynamic auditory description expresses the inner loneliness of the protagonist in a profound way, and expresses the emotion and atmosphere of "there are guests, but the guests cannot come" in an extremely moving way. 6. Write a short essay about an appointment with a guest, 200 words
Guest (Zhao Shixiu of the Song Dynasty) During the yellow plum season, it rains in every house, and frogs are everywhere in the grassy pond.
If there are no guests, it will be past midnight, and I will knock the chess pieces and let the lanterns fall. The night is covered with worries.
The sky is filled with splashes of ink. This is a rainy season, and my mood is like moss.
The raindrops fell along the eaves, making even more noise. The mountain breeze is clear and refreshing, the wild forests are green, and a firewood hut is left. In the wilderness of time, the wild birds are called boys, and the mountains and rivers are unwinding articles.
The plums are ripe, and there is a slightly sour sweetness in the air. Every home should have a table of new fires and new tea, with a moist warmth; the frogs have woken up, the greenery is abundant, and frogs are croaking on the pond. The formation is so lively. I was left alone, tired of reading poems and books, tired of walking in the scenery, staying in the firewood house, turning on the lamp day after day.
The night and lamp shadows sway, as if the lost light and shadows do the same. Why doesn't that person come? The aged wine rejuvenates the face, and a sense of warmth spreads throughout the body.
Good wine must be reserved for good nights, good nights must be reserved for good people, and good wine must be poured only when close friends meet. It's so rare at this time, the night is clear and the wine is mellow, and the words in my heart are sonorous.
But why doesn’t that person come? When my friend left the table, my heart felt empty, like a flat beach without traces of animals. The drunkenness made me passionate, and I laughed to myself, forgetting the name of the traveler, and the study had long been forgotten.
There is a wind blowing, and a piece of broken shadow flows on the ground. When it is quiet, it is still thin and lonely. Even if there are spring insects chirping, it only makes it more lonely when heard at night. Tonight's rain and tonight's frog drums are a good condiment for drinking and talking.
But that person hasn’t come yet. There seems to be a slight sigh floating in the gap between the smoke and shadows. Time flies by and the years are getting older. The heart seems to have eaten water and becomes heavier.
If you have no family, you can declare life and death; if you have no brothers, you can talk about mulberry and hemp over wine. Old friends are scattered, and I am an empty person.
It is already the third watch, the night is cool, I put on more clothes, cut a candle flower, and it fell slumped, and the beauty of the moment turned into smoke. Playing chess with oneself, one can never defeat oneself at the end of the game.
That person will not come. Get up and send away the breeze that fills the room with your farewell words. 7. Appointment Extension
Pitter patter? Pitter patter of raindrops knocks on the door of the yellow plum season.
The rainy season is here. The fluttering rain falls from the sky.
With a shy smile of spring, it gently brushed the green branches and buds, hazy in the mist-like air. The raindrops fell on the pond, creating a circle of small ripples, disturbing the dreaming frogs in the green grass, and crisp chirping sounds came and went, seeming to celebrate the arrival of the summer rain.
He stood in front of the window, the ripples on his lips gradually rippling, and his heart became drunk with the fresh air. The quiet rain, the quiet dusk, indulge in the quiet heart.
Suddenly, a burst of brisk footsteps sounded on the bluestone road, disrupting the tranquility of the dusk. His heart trembled. Could it be that he is here? Listening, the footsteps are getting further and further away, becoming more and more blurry. It turns out that it is a passerby.
Quiet rain, quiet dusk, what is no longer quiet is the heart. He walked slowly back to the table and sat down leaning against it.
The chessboard on the table is neatly placed, as if waiting for the arrival of a close friend. The night flew over with black wings, and the darkness with its teeth and claws enveloped him. The coldness mixed with the night wind slowly seeped into the house, swallowing it up bit by bit? So he lit a lamp and sat under the bean-like lamp. , took out a book and read it for a while, unable to fall asleep.
I took out another book, read two pages, and put it back in its original place. The lanterns are getting bigger and bigger.
He picked up a chess piece and knocked it gently on the table. A ball of lanterns fell down, the candlelight trembled, and his shadow was shattered inside. The rain is still quiet; the night is still solemn; what is broken is the heart.
He seemed to be frozen in front of the table, waiting stubbornly, or perhaps lonely and hopeless. His back never trembled, like a lone lamp standing firm in the long night.
Just so quiet, so peaceful and melting with candlelight in the cool spring night. But the figure on the back is still hot and eager, is it looking forward to the arrival of friends, or is it ready to bend the stubborn figure, no longer waiting, no longer lonely because of waiting? In the lonely and cool night, a kind of waiting stands in the harmony of wind and rain with a peaceful attitude of loneliness and sadness, but it is still gradually blurred by the wind and rain, and merges into one.
That back figure seems to have support, comfort and sustenance. Outside the window, it rains quietly and the night is deep.
Inside the house, the lamp is still awake.