Ruthlessness is a willow in Taicheng, but it is still a smoke cage. That spring, I lived in Taicheng. It was dark, and the rain dripped into the river, rippling everywhere and melting without a trace. It's raining obscenity, the paths along the river are red and sparse, but the countryside is full of vitality in full of green. Flowers and plants are desperately absorbing water, and they can't wait to drink it all at once. Dreams of the Five Dynasties and Six Dynasties can only be seen in dreams. I used to be prosperous, but now I can't bear to find it. Nobody told me. When I am sad, a shrill cry hovers in the air, mixed with the sound of rain, but without losing the meaning of sadness. Looking up, I was surprised to find a partridge on the buttonwood tree. The ancients had clouds, and partridges were sub-rules, and they sang in March, day and night. It's fascinating. Time flies like water, but it is disillusioned in an instant. The strike is over, and people are in a panic, and people are dead. It is a terrible sight and hurts the scenery. I just feel that I only hate my dreams, and I want to cry without tears and laugh. I really hate that I can't go back to the Six Dynasties and understand my thoughts. It's a pity that I can't cherish the time after the death. My eyes are full of gossamer and falling catkins, and the spring breeze slowly blows through countless ties. The flying catkins are misty, like flowers and snow, a beautiful state, very handsome. Observing its scenery, I feel that there are thousands of waters in Qian Shan. Among all things in the world, the golden thread of Taicheng is the most heartless, heartless and not affectionate, which reminds me of the lost Six Dynasties. When I woke up from the collapse, I woke up, but I was sad. Still like a smoke cage, still standing ten miles, still ruthless. I want to stop, but I wonder if this heartless thing is also Chiba. I feel comforted, so I want to dream of the Six Dynasties.
2. The composition rewrites the color words of Jueju for 350 days, and he is worried that there will be no place to play these two days! I heard that there is such a good place as Lushan Mountain, and it is suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days.
Li Bai followed the sound to find: Lushan really deserved its reputation, so he immediately packed his bags and set off, looking at the hanging waterfalls in Qianchuan. Li Bai and one of his servants traveled long distances, and all flowers were blooming. The scenery there is beautiful.
When we arrived at Lushan Mountain, we said, "Rizhao incense burner gives birth to a purple smoke net. Li Bai thought that when he saw the beautiful scenery of Lushan Mountain, he couldn't help admiring: It was spring at that time, intoxicated with the beautiful waterfall, and he couldn't help chanting! Looking at it, Li Bai also vaguely saw that there were many people downstream of the waterfall, and Lushan Mountain was lush with trees.
Especially the waterfalls there, I suddenly heard the clear and recognizable sound of water, and I saw a spectacular waterfall, even more spectacular than described: the scenery of the waterfall is really beautiful. The waterfall is like a vertical river, flying down from the top of the mountain.
Li Bai walked to the foot of the waterfall! Many people were fascinated as soon as they got there. You know, a friend of the great poet Li Bai told him that Li Bai's favorite thing is to travel around. "
In this way, I finally arrived at Lushan Mountain in the near future: "I just came back from Lushan Mountain in Jiangxi Province, and the poem" Looking at Lushan Waterfall "was born! Li Bai walked for a while and flew down to thousands of feet.
3. Who can help me find five five-character quatrains and rewrite them into lyric prose of not less than 300 words?
meng haoran
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
Spring Morning
meng haoran
In the spring morning, I woke up easily.
Birds are singing all around me-
But now I remember that night, that storm,
I wonder how many flowers have been broken.
Ye Si
Lipper
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
On a quiet night
li po
There is such a bright light at the foot of my bed-
Is there frost already?
Looking up, I found it was moonlight.
I sank again and suddenly remembered home.
Love, Bitter
Lipper
How beautiful she is, opening the pearly window sash, how quietly she leans against it, and how troubled her forehead is! .
I only saw her tears wet her cheeks, and I don't know if she hates herself or herself.
Love, Bitter
li po
How beautiful she is, opening the pearly window,
How quietly she leaned, and how troubled her forehead was!
You can see the bright tears on her cheeks now.
But not the man she loves.
Eight sides fortress
Du Fu
During the Three Kingdoms period, you made unparalleled achievements, and you gained a permanent reputation by invading.
This river won't divert the stones from your disposal, and you will always regret that you will destroy Wu's unwise.
Eight sides fortress
Du Fu
The three kingdoms, divided, have always been bound by his greatness.
The Eight Fortress is built on his reputation;
Beside the changing river, it stands like a stone like his sadness.
He never conquered Wu.
Stork tower
Wang Zhihuan
The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.
By going up one flight of stairs, look further.
At Helen's cabin
Wang Zhihuan
The mountains covered the white sun,
The sea exhausted the golden rivers;
But you expanded your horizons by 300 miles.
Walk up a flight of stairs.
4. Write Du Fu's quatrains into a composition, with white carpets and green money on lotus leaves.
No one has seen bamboo shoots, and the chicks on the beach sleep next to their mothers.
This song "Wandering" is about the scenery in early summer. The first two sentences describe the scenery, and the last two sentences describe the objects in the scenery. The scenery blends with each other and has its own charm.
This poem shows a beautiful early summer scenery, with flying poplars scattered on the path, as if covered with a layer of white felt; And patches of green lotus leaves in the stream are dyed, like round green money piled on the water. The poet turned his eyes and suddenly found a young pheasant hiding beside the root of a bamboo shoot, which was really hard to see. On the beach, the chicks snuggled up to their mothers and fell asleep peacefully. "Tan Jing" in the first sentence describes the flowers scattered on the road, with refined words and full images. The words "dot" and "stack" in the second sentence vividly describe the state of lotus leaves in the stream, which makes the whole sentence come alive. In the last two sentences, Pu Yin Long said when reading Du Xinjie that it "contains pity for Xiao Ji". Judging from the whole poem, "including Xiao Ji" may exist, but the pity for children is too deep.
These four poems, one sentence and one scene, literally seem to be independent, one poem and one painting; Together, they form the natural landscape of the countryside in early summer. Careful observation and description reveal the author's lingering appreciation of the wonderful natural scenery in early summer when he strolls through the forest stream, and he feels lonely when he is quiet. These four sentences, such as couplets in the seven laws, are correct and can be carefully stitched back and forth and taken care of. The first two sentences describe Huayang and He Qing clearly, which implies the meaning of streams in the forest. The last two sentences describe pheasants and chickens, but they are all in the sand of the forest. Take care of the front and back, set off each other, and blend in the sloppy. This poem is exquisite and lifelike, its language is popular and vivid, its artistic conception is fresh and meaningful, and it is full of profound and simple life interest.
Some people say that the sky is the mirror of the lake and the mountain is the shield of the forest.
At the moment, I sit quietly on the balcony, looking at the lake nearby, looking at Zhongshan in the distance, thinking of you silently, waiting for my love quietly. The weather, cold or not, hot or not.
The trees are sprouting and the branches are ready to move; Camellia is ashamed to bloom, like friends for many years. I see joy in the germination of everything, and I see the response of hope.
Zhang Ailing said: "After seeing him, she became very low, as low as the dust, but she was very happy and blossomed out of the dust." Presumably I did the same, making a flower as low as dust! In fact, meeting and falling in love really need time. Whether it is a surprise of love at first sight or a short encounter, it must be refined by years and tested by vicissitudes.
A few years later, I still hold a simple heart, still smiling and saying happy words, just saying that the world is quiet, just saying that the years are quiet, just saying that I am faintly accompanying me. Park calm down, stay concerned, and that's it.
6. Write a 400-word poem with quatrains. There was a great poet named He in the Tang Dynasty. He wrote many famous poems. One day, He Zhangzhi was so bored at home that he couldn't write a poem. You know, "Poetry comes from inspiration". How to write poetry without inspiration? So he decided to go for a ride outside. He Zhangzhi unlocked the car, got into the car, fastened his seat belt, gripped the steering wheel, stepped on the accelerator and galloped away.
He Zhangzhi drove to a stream, only to find that the tall weeping willows on the river bank were flourishing. He Zhangzhi saw such a wonderful picture, so he stopped the car and went to a big tree to look at it carefully: I saw this tall and burly willow tree different from others, like it was made of exquisite jasper; Looking up again, countless branches seem to be colorful ribbons hanging down. He had a sudden idea: Who cut off the young leaves on this willow branch? At this time, the spring breeze in February blew gently, and He Zhangzhi suddenly realized that it was the spring breeze in February, just like a clever pair of scissors. He Zhangzhi was in high spirits and drove home immediately.
After returning home, He immediately took out his pen and wrote the poem "Chanting Willow" on the paper: Jasper dressed as a tree, and thousands of strands of moss tapestry hung down. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.