One spring morning, dawn broke before you knew it. I got up and walked in the yard. Spring has arrived, and everything has returned to Sue. Flowers are in full bloom in the yard, and pink peach blossoms are covered with branches. From a distance, they are like red clouds, very beautiful! A bird landed on a branch and chirped as if to tell everyone: "Spring is coming, spring is coming!" " "Birds can be heard everywhere in the yard, which indicates that spring is coming.
In the evening, thunder rumbled, and Lei Gong just beat drums and played music for Miss Chun. The girl in the spring rain danced with the wind, and a drop of water fell on the eaves. The sound of "tick-tock" is wonderful. The sound of wind and rain is constant at night. I thought to myself: I wonder how many flowers will blow down in the yard?
The next day, I came to the yard and saw those bright flowers, all of which were knocked down by the relentless wind and rain, and petals scattered all over the floor. I can't help feeling sad when I look at these petals like a petal rain. ...
2. Write a short story with Xiao Chun's ancient poems.
In the spring morning, Meng Haoran was awakened by the singing of birds. He sat on the bed, thinking about how many leaves and flowers had fallen after a night of storm.
Meng Haoran watched the fallen leaves falling on the ground. Birds are flying and chirping, and the wind has been blowing. Meng Haoran sat down and looked at many leaves on the ground. He immediately went back to the house and took out his broom, swept the leaves on the ground into a pile, put them in a garbage shovel, and then poured them into the trash can.
Looking up, Meng Haoran found that more and more flowers were blooming, more and more beautiful, emitting a burst of fragrance. The air was much fresher, and bees soon went to collect honey. Butterflies and dragonflies also flew into the flowers. Meng Haoran went to the flowers and saw them dancing among roses, lilies and peach blossoms. It really looks like a beautiful landscape painting!
Flowers are so bright, butterflies, bees and dragonflies are so lovely and hardworking!
The scenery in spring is really beautiful!
3. Make up a 200-word story with the ancient poem Xiao Chun.
Spring Morning
One late spring morning. The air is particularly fresh, the sky is gray, the floor is wet, and the surroundings are still so quiet.
Without saying a word, I quietly walked out of the door and closed the door gently, for fear of disturbing the silence of this late spring morning. I was walking on the paths covered with trees, and the ground was covered with fallen flowers. I overheard a few sparse birdsongs in the nearby Woods. Their crying is so sad, as if they are sorry for this spring and crying for these fallen flowers.
Last night, I heard the wind blowing outside the window, as cold as a ghost. Then the sound of rain rustled down from the sky, on the roof, on the tree and in the soil. Flowers were ruthlessly knocked down by the rain and fell from trees like snow. The water dripping from the eaves fell miserably. That tick is sighing for those fallen flowers!
Another spring is coming to an end, and I can't help feeling a little disappointed.
4. Change Xiao Chun into a short story in vernacular Chinese.
Original poem:
I slept well and didn't know that the dawn of spring had come.
Birds are singing everywhere around me, but now I still remember that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers were broken. Spring sleep, unconsciously dawn, birds can be heard everywhere. Last night, the wind and rain kept blowing, and the beautiful spring flowers were blown off.
5. Change Xiao Chun into a 300-word short story.
In the spring morning, Meng Haoran was awakened by the singing of birds. He sat on the bed, thinking about how many leaves and flowers had fallen after a night of wind and rain.
Meng Haoran watched the fallen leaves falling on the ground. Birds are flying and chirping, and the wind has been blowing. Meng Haoran sat down and looked at many leaves on the ground. He immediately went back to the house and took out his broom, swept the leaves on the ground into a pile, put them in a garbage shovel, and then poured them into the trash can.
The spring I long for is coming. It is beautiful, pink and green, and spring is everywhere. After playing all day, I was very tired, fell on the bed and fell asleep soon. I had a lot of dreams in my dream. During the day, my mother and I flew kites in the green field. There were dogs with high vigilance, simple and lovely giant pandas and stupid benzene bears, among which the most striking one was unfolding. I rubbed my eyes and listened carefully. There are waves of beautiful birds singing outside the window, blackbirds singing and orioles laughing. At this time, the little sparrow also came to join in the fun, twittering and barking. Hard-working people get up early, and some of them have gone to work in the fields. I saw a farmer's uncle driving a cow to plow the field and an aunt sowing seeds in a hurry. When the sun went down and night was coming, they began to get busy.
In the dead of night, when everything is silent, there is a spring breeze blowing outside. Spring rain quietly came to the world with the spring breeze, ticking and moistening the earth. In the field, in front of and behind the house, colorful flowers are blooming and scattered by the spring rain. The petals are glistening with crystal drops of water. I don't know how many flowers fall like this, but I still hope to bear many mature fruits in autumn.
Looking up, Meng Haoran found that more and more flowers were blooming, more and more beautiful, emitting a burst of fragrance. The air was much fresher, and bees soon went to collect honey. Butterflies and dragonflies also flew into the flowers. Meng Haoran went to the flowers and saw them dancing among roses, lilies and peach blossoms. It really looks like a beautiful landscape painting!
Flowers are so bright, butterflies, bees and dragonflies are so lovely and hardworking!
6. The ancient poem Xiao Chun was rewritten in 500 words.
A little coolness, a little spring rain, you have brought vitality to mankind, and I love you.
The spring rain falls from the sky with joy and harvest. The rain soaked the flowers and trees and gave them plenty of water. Flowers and trees are desperate to allow nectar and happily allow showers.
Listen, drip, drip ... that's the sound of spring rain, drip, drip ... that's the sound of spring, drip, drip ... that's the call of spring. ......
Rain is transparent, it is so thin, so small, so light, as if it were tears from heaven, tears when excited. It accepted God's will and brought happiness and joy to mankind. ......
When I was a child, I often heard adults say, "Spring rain is as expensive as oil." Indeed, silent spring rain, so little rain, can bring the breath and hope of spring to the earth.
The spring rain washed away the dust. The place it passed was so fresh and the air was so fresh. "Good rain knows the season, when spring comes." This mild rain has brought many new hopes to mankind. The spring rain washed the earth clean.
The spring rain is still raining, and it is still raining. I like mild spring rain.
I love spring, I love its beauty, I love its vitality, I love the birds and flowers in spring, and I love the drizzle in spring.
As the saying goes, "Spring rain is as expensive as oil". After the severe winter, many crops are expecting the arrival of spring rain! At this time, the spring rain is like dew, moistening the earth. You see, it's raining in Mao Mao, and the sound of "Sasha Vujacic, Sasha Vujacic" is like the germination of seeds, the pulling of young leaves by grass, and the emergence of bamboo shoots.
Look, there are pink flowers on the peach tree not far away. From a distance, it looks like a part of Xia Hong. Just like a person walking in the desert, thirsty to death, suddenly found the source of life, constantly sucking sweet rain.
On the green grass, all kinds of flowers are in full bloom in the rain. Roses, Chinese rose, winter jasmine and lily are sitting together, as if comparing the United States, discussing how to show people a better spring.
The previously sleeping fields were awakened by the spring rain and covered with a soft green carpet. Walking on it is soft and comfortable! Hard-working farmers look at the seedlings that thrive in the spring rain, and their hearts are sweeter than eating honey!
Spring rain nourishes grass, flowers, trees and everything. I love spring, but I love spring rain more.
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Please rewrite the ancient poem Xiao Chun into an essay.
"Spring Dawn" was awakened by me on this spring morning.
Birds are singing everywhere around me.
But now I remember that night, that storm,
How much does the flower know to fall?
After reading this poem, my first impression is that the language is beautiful and natural, flowing endlessly, just like the clouds stretching and the water flowing slowly, so free and happy, so leisurely and ups and downs; From the picture. It is also clearly a business-rich bird song in spring, so full of charm, lively enthusiasm and full of interest. Poets write about spring, not about willows on the shore, nor about colorful gardens. Instead, I choose the morning, discover the joy of life from the ordinary, express my feelings about life, and write it in the spring night to sleep. It was not until he heard the birds singing that he realized that he was shocked. When I woke up, I saw it was raining in early spring and the sky was clear. Recalling that rainy night, he couldn't help asking. The poet's infinite yearning for Chun Qing's spring is deeply embedded in this self-questioning. Although it is written in the poem that the rain comes at night and the flowers fly away, the poem does not bring the reader the lament of hurting spring. On the contrary, it gives people a beautiful feeling that the spring is like the sea, the spring is full of rain, the birds are noisy and the red flowers are everywhere. The poem "Spring Dawn" seems bland at first reading, but after repeated reading, I feel that there is a world in the poem. Its artistic charm lies not in gorgeous rhetoric and fantastic artistic techniques, but in its charm. It has both beautiful charm and ups and downs in writing, so poetry is mellow and eternal. Xiao Chun's language is simple and natural, and there is no trace of artificial carving. In a shallow sense, the scenery is real, just like a clear spring flowing from the depths of the poet's heart, crystal clear, full of the poet's life and beating the poet's pulse. Reading it, just like drinking refined mash, makes you feel drunk. The poet found the true interest and essence of nature through feeling and understanding. "The article is natural and wonderful." This is the most natural poem, the voice of nature.
8. Change Xiao Chun into a composition.
"Spring Dawn" rewrote the spring I longed for. It's beautiful, pink and green, and spring is everywhere. I am very tired after playing all day. I fell on the bed and fell asleep soon. In my dream, I had many dreams. During the day, my mother and I fly kites in the green fields. There are dogs with high vigilance, simple and lovely pandas and stupid benzene bears. The most striking thing is the eagle spreading its wings and flying. Unconsciously, it was already dawn. I rubbed my eyes and listened carefully. There are waves of beautiful birds singing outside the window, thrushes singing and orioles laughing. At this time, the little sparrow also joined in the fun and chattered. Hard-working people get up early, and some people have already gone to work in the fields. I saw a farmer's uncle driving cattle and plowing the fields, and an aunt sowing seeds in a hurry. As the sun sets, the night is coming, and people who have been busy all day rush home. A shepherd boy rode on the back of an ox and played a piccolo that was out of tune. The flute sounded far away, and at this time, the smoke curled up and floated out of the village.
In the dead of night, when everything is silent, there is a spring breeze blowing outside. Spring rain quietly came to the world with the spring breeze, ticking and moistening the earth. Colorful flowers are blooming in the fields and in front of the house, and they are scattered by the spring rain. The petals are still glistening with water drops. I don't know how many flowers fall like this, but I still hope to bear many mature fruits in autumn. So, I sighed and chanted: "This spring morning, I woke up in a happy mood, and birds were singing around, but now I remember that night, that storm, and I want to know how many flowers were broken."
9. Write a story with the ancient poem Xiao Chun.
In the spring morning, Meng Haoran was awakened by the singing of birds. He sat on the bed and thought about how many leaves and flowers had fallen after a night of wind and rain.
Meng Haoran watched the fallen leaves fall to the ground. Those birds are flying and chirping, and the wind has been blowing. Meng Haoran sat down and looked at many leaves on the ground. He immediately went back to the house and took out his broom, swept the leaves on the ground into a pile, shoveled them with garbage, and then dumped them into the trash can.
Looking up, Meng Haoran found that more and more flowers were blooming, more and more beautiful, emitting bursts of flowers. The air is much fresher, so the bees hurry to collect honey. Butterflies and dragonflies also flew into the flowers. Meng Haoran went to the flowers and saw them dancing among roses, lilies and peach blossoms. It really looks like a beautiful landscape painting!
Flowers are so bright, butterflies, bees and dragonflies are so lovely and hardworking!
The scenery in spring is really beautiful!