The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind. Author Gao Ding, a native of Renhe (now Hangzhou, Zhejiang), was a poet in the late Qing Dynasty.
Note (1) Village residence: what you see when you live in the countryside. (2) Brush willow: The branches of willow are very long, hanging down and swinging slightly, as if touching the bank.
(3) Spring smog: the fog evaporated by Shui Ze and vegetation in spring. (4) Drunk: intoxicated, intoxicated.
(5) drop out of school: after school. (6) paper kites: kites.
The author of Village Residence is Gao Ding, a poet in Qing Dynasty. This poem describes the scene of spring when the poet lived in the country and the scene of children flying kites after school.
In early spring and February, the grass grows and the willows brush the embankment, and the children fly kites with great interest. There is a scene where someone has something to do, full of life interest, and draws a lively "happy spring picture".
Between the lines of the whole poem, the poet's joy and praise for the coming of spring are revealed. In February of the lunar calendar, grass sprouts and grows in front of and behind the village, and orioles fly around.
Willow covered with long green branches, swaying in the wind, as if gently stroking the bank. Water vapor evaporates between Shui Ze and vegetation and condenses like smoke.
Willow seems to be fascinated by this beautiful scenery. After school, the children in the village went home early without hesitation and quickly flew kites in the blue sky on the strong east wind.
The appreciation of Village Residence depicts a picture of children flying kites on the grass near the village in spring. This is a picture of rural life with natural scenery and touching people, full of vitality and spring.
After reading this poem, we seem to enjoy the beautiful spring scenery with the poet and share the joy of children flying kites. The first sentence is about time and natural scenery.
In early spring and February, the grass grows green buds, and orioles fly in the sky and sing happily. The long branches of willows beside the embankment brushed the ground gently, as if drunk and trembling in the spring smoke.
The second sentence is about character activities. The children came back from school early and flew kites in the east wind.
The children, east wind, kites, people and things chosen by the poet add some vitality and hope to the beautiful spring scenery. Around Song Shui Village of Zhang Shunmin, it is rare that there is a fence built in Beitian, which flowers all over a thousand miles.
As the sun sets, there is no cowboy riding on the back of the cow, only a pair of crows wandering on the village road. -(Song) Zhang Shunmin Zhang Shunmin, a famous poet in Song Dynasty.
Country House is one of his representative works. The poem describes a picture of a quiet and elegant autumn village with a hint of silence.
"Water around the ridge and bamboo around the hedge", the selection of materials is like the transformation of focal plane, from distant view to close view. In the distance of the village, flowing water gurgles around the fields on the hillside.
The small garden outside the house, surrounded by green bamboo and green water, is idyllic. "all the money is lost, and the hibiscus flowers are rare." Hibiscus, also known as Hibiscus, blooms at the turn of summer and autumn, and its corolla is purple or white.
Sparse hibiscus shows that it is a clear autumn, and an elm tree has long been in blowing in the wind. Therefore, although the courtyard is green and pleasant, it is a pity that the heyday has passed, and the remaining hibiscus flowers will inevitably cause the feeling of beauty dying. The significance of silence is self-evident.
"No one lies on the cow's back in the sunset, leading west Western jackdaw to return in pairs". The silence was broken by the hooves of cattle, and the poet switched the camera to the outside of the yard.
The sun sets, the twilight is boundless, and the old cow slowly returns. This scene was sung as early as in the Book of Songs: "At dusk, the cattle and sheep came down".
However, the poet did not repeat his predecessors' poems, but captured a brand-new artistic image: the old cow returned by itself, and the cow's back was not a cowherd playing piccolo, but a standing western Western jackdaw. Western Western jackdaw is easy to fly, but in this quiet atmosphere, carefree, standing on the back of cattle. The stillness of Western jackdaw in the west is dependent on the movement of a cow, and the movement of the cow includes the stillness of Western jackdaw in the west. The size and movement contrast to form a novel picture.
Song poetry strives for innovation, which is evident here. Is the word "no one is lying down" redundant? Why not just say, "When the sun sets, western Western jackdaw stands on his back?" This is the charm of this poem.
No one is lying down is a pen, which causes readers to question: so what is on the back of the cow? This led to "bringing back western Western jackdaw in pairs", and the image is now integrated into one's own feelings. Cattle carrying Western jackdaw in the west reflects the tranquility and peace of rural life, but the author highlights the atmosphere with "sunset" and "Western jackdaw in the west", adding a touch of leisure to the tranquility.
Second, the image is more delicate and vivid. If the "belt" and "row beam" cooperate with each other, the cow will feel at ease, and the cow and crow will naturally have no guesses and look good.
Without this setback, it would be too straight and lack rhyme. The sight of cattle carrying birds has also been described by poets close to Zhang Shunmin's time.
As Mai Su said, "Where did the leaves go with the flowing water? Cattle take West Western jackdaw to other villages (see the book Dongpo Inscription and Maishi), and Zhu He's Water Negative Bird Anger (Collection of Qing Hu's Legacy, Volume 5, Kuaizaiting Dusk). Zhang Shunmin's poems are obviously more artistic.
It seems to be an understatement, but it has both form and spirit.
Silence is the keynote of this little poem. The first two sentences choose green water, fields, bamboo, hedges, elms, hibiscus flowers and other still lives to write static.
The last two sentences are different techniques, which are dynamic and static. Cattle hoof is well received, walking slowly, noisy and dynamic, but it does not destroy the harmony and unity of the environment. The mystery lies in slow movement and single tone.
This is obviously the same as Wang Wei's landscape poems, such as "Autumn in a Mountain" and "Bird Sound Stream", which are more about moving and writing static. Through careful observation of life, this poem outlines a novel image in elegant and natural language, expresses the poet's leisurely and quiet mood with a little sadness, constitutes a harmonious artistic conception and gives people beautiful artistic enjoyment.
Appreciation of Xin Qiji's Poems Qingpingle Village, with low eaves and green streams. Wu Yinxiang is charming when he is drunk. 1. Who has white hair? The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages.
Favorite child rogue 2, lying at the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers. 1. wuyin: generally refers to southern dialects.
Love (read the first sound): used to describe the softness and sweetness of southern dialects, but also to ridicule. 2. Rogue: naughty.
The introduction shows a quiet and peaceful rural life through the description of an ordinary farmer, and also shows the author's interest. The sentence "drunk" is inverted, but I have never seen him before.
2. Rewrite "Village Residence" into an American article "Village Residence" with more than 400 words. Rewrite: February in spring has come, and the breeze blows across the vast land. The grass is dancing with its soft waist, and the beautiful little guys are blooming.
One day, at the end of five o'clock, every household turned on the gas stove and started cooking, and plumes of smoke came out of the chimney on the house. Some children also dropped out of school. They hurried home, quickly opened their schoolbags and began to do their homework. With that, they picked up the kites they had already prepared and ran out of the house without looking back.
According to the agreement, the children gathered on the hillside of the village, took out all kinds of kites and silently said to themselves: I must be the one who flies highest. Then, he ran down the hillside quickly. The kite flew higher and higher and farther. Finally, it took off.
At this time, all kinds of kites fly freely in the sky. There are fish kites, bird kites, dog kites and eagle kites ... They play with white clouds and sing with real birds. They are really happy. Happy children watched the smoke from the kitchen chimney disappear into the sky bit by bit and knew it was time to eat.
I reluctantly took my kite home, but they will definitely come again tomorrow. "Village" Author: Gao Ding grass flies in February, willow drunk spring smoke. The children came back from school early and were busy flying kites in the east wind. Appreciation of "Village Residence" describes a picture of children flying kites on the grass near the village in spring. This is a picture of rural life full of vitality and spring. After reading this poem, we seem to enjoy it with the poet.
In the afternoon, I took a leisurely walk and accidentally saw a small and low hut. Green grass on both sides of the stream; Pumpkin vines climb the roof with bamboo poles; The big tree next to the house is bent as if welcoming me; Lotus leaves in the stream dance with the wind.
In the room, two white-haired old men and women are teasing each other in Wudi dialect! On the east side of the stream, the old man's eldest son is weeding his bean field, wiping the sweat from his head with a towel from time to time; The second son is sitting under a tree knitting a chicken coop. Judging from his serious attitude, his chickens must have been out of captivity for a long time. The lovely little son is lying by the stream peeling lotus flowers. I guess he definitely wants to give the lotus fruit to his eldest brother who has worked hard for a day, so that he can taste the sweetness and forget the hard work of the day. A low thatched cottage is near a gurgling stream, which is covered with green grass. An old white-haired couple sat there chatting affectionately in Wu language, still slightly drunk. Or a hut with a low eaves. The stream is gurgling and the shore is covered with green grass. For a while, I covered my eyes and talked, but also with a little drunkenness, kindness and beauty! Whose house is this? A pair of white-haired fathers and grandmothers.
The eldest son weeded in Dong Xi's bean field; The second son weaves a chicken coop at home; And the naughty and lovely little son is lying on the grass peeling lotus flowers. Or the eldest son, weeding in the bean field on the east bank of the stream. The second son is knitting a chicken coop. What a good skill! The youngest son, lying on the stream peeling lotus flowers, is a lovely and naughty guy.
In summer, deep bamboo forests are full of vitality, and dense grasslands cover the earth like carpets. The mountains in the distance are faintly visible, and a clear stream flows quietly.
This is a remote, fresh and beautiful mountain village in the south of the Yangtze River. There is a low thatched cottage by the stream. There are two elderly couples sitting in the room who have just finished drinking. They are slightly drunk and joking in Wu language. I just heard the old man say, "It's a wonderful life today. We have enough food and clothes to support our life." The old woman smiled and said, "Yes, we have three sons. The boss and the second child are filial, and the third child is smart! " Then he looked at his three sons outside the house.
Although it is hot in summer, as the eldest son, the boss is still weeding in the bean field east of the stream; The second son is still young, but he is also idle, weaving cages for chickens; The third son is the youngest. He lay by the stream of water for a while, and then he peeled the lotus. His naughty appearance is very pleasing.
What a harmonious and happy family this is!
4. The composition "Rewriting Qingpingle Village Residence" is 400 words. I have lived in the country for some days, and the country life is really intoxicating.
On this day, I was idle, so I left my inn and walked around to see what I could find. Somehow, I came to the stream. The water in the stream is crystal clear, and you can see groups of fish playing happily in the water; Others jump out of the water from time to time, causing a splash. I looked up at the blue sky, clear Wan Li, the sky was so pure and the clouds were so white. Waves of breeze blowing with flowers, I open my arms to face the wind, breathing the fragrant air, and suddenly feel refreshed and relaxed.
At this time, I found a family by the stream. Woven with thatch, the covered roof looks so short, so simple and natural, and the roof is still wrapped with melons and vines. Under the sunshine, the green leaves make people feel as if they are going to flow out: an old couple are sitting at the window, drinking mellow rice wine. When they are drunk, they tease each other and tease each other in southern languages. They have three sons: the eldest son planted beans on the east side of the stream, which was the food of their family at that time. The beans are growing well. The eldest son sometimes sings one or two folk songs to dispel loneliness; The second son is sitting in the shade in front of the house, knitting a new henhouse. His hands are so clever, I think they are a pair of girls' hands! Next to the hen is squatting on the ground squinting. The most naughty is the youngest son! He is peeling lotus and lotus seeds by the stream so that his mother can cook sweet soup. I saw him standing and peeling for a while and sitting and peeling for a while. Finally, he felt bored and simply picked a lotus leaf to cover his face and fell asleep. The second brother came over and continued to peel the lotus seeds, muttering, "This boy ..."
Looking at it, I smiled, and I smiled longingly. Indeed, who doesn't yearn for such a life? How beautiful and harmonious it is without war and intrigue of officialdom! I am willing to be an ordinary person and enjoy a comfortable, quiet and beautiful life in the countryside!
5. Rewrite a 400-word essay in Qingpingle Village. I walk alone on my way home, my heart is full of sadness, my hometown! How can it be occupied by Beijingers? How I want to serve my country! Along the way, only I was worried about the beautiful scenery. When I came to a farmhouse, I was amazed at the sight: white clouds floated high in the sky, surrounded by the sky and surrounded by green hills. An old couple sat face to face, as if they had drunk some wine and their faces were flushed. They talked intimately in the local dialect.
The wife pointed to the east while holding her husband. I looked in the direction she pointed. Walking through a small bamboo forest, I saw a mature man weeding hard in the bean field by a clear stream. Although wearing a straw hat, the sweat kept dripping down. It seems that this is their eldest son! There are several banana trees outside the fence, which are lush. In the fence, perhaps the second son of the old couple is carefully knitting a chicken coop.
There is a big jujube tree beside the low thatched cottage. Under the tree, a child, perhaps the second son of the old couple, is peeling the lotus seriously. In front of him, there is a small pond with pink lotus flowers and plump leaves covering the whole pond. Fish swim happily in the water, jump out of the water from time to time, and then plop into the pond.
At this time, the old couple saw me and smiled and reached out to call me. I couldn't refuse, so I went in and sat down. The old man picked some fresh fruits for me and asked his little son to pick some big lotus leaves for me to eat. I ate with relish and said, "Grandpa, you have three sons."
"Yes, they have their own strengths, one is diligent, the other is ingenious, the other is naughty and lovely, and the other is filial, hehe!" "You are so blessed!" "Dare not, dare not!" "Uncle, look at what you said, I" ""Speaking of which, I saw my uncle beckoning my wife outside the door to come in. His wife just smiled and shook her head and went to work. Walking out of this family, I feel that although they are poor, they are very happy. If only all the people in the world could live and work in peace and contentment like this family.
6. Qingpingle village residence should be changed to more than 400 words in modern Chinese. There is a clear stream that gurgles around the village all year round. On both sides of the stream, there are green grass and lotus leaves. Lotus leaves are as crowded as green disks. A breeze blew gently, and the lotus leaves danced. Look, a tall and graceful figure is reflected in the stream. Who's that? It turned out to be a big cypress tree in front of the stream! Next to the cypress tree is a small hut. The roof is covered with vines and there are many big pumpkins in it. There is a lush pine forest behind the house. Have a look, there are also a large area of seedlings! In the room, white-haired grandparents are whispering with wine. Grandpa smiled and said to grandma, "You are getting younger and more beautiful!" " Hearing this, the old woman threw away her coke and said, "Don't talk about it." Did you do something wrong today and come back to please me? "At this time, the sun is high in the sky. The eldest son is very diligent and grows beans in the fields by the stream. The eldest son looked at the newly sprouted seedlings, shook his head and said happily, "This year must be a bumper harvest. In autumn, I want to surprise my parents and brothers! "The second son is sitting under a big cypress tree knitting a chicken coop! While knitting, he thought, when the chicken coop is built, the rooster can move in. This is their safe and comfortable home! The youngest son was lying on the stream peeling lotus leaves and eating them, muttering, "I want to bring delicious food to my parents and brothers!" " "Look, he is busy! When the sun sets, Xin Qiji, a poet passing by, sees such a beautiful painting and writes: "The eaves of the Mao are low and the grass is green on the stream. Drunk, charming voice, who has white hair? " The eldest son hoes beans and the second son weaves chicken coops. He likes children and scoundrels best, lying on the head of a stream and peeling off the lotus.
7. The ancient poem "Village Residence" was rewritten into a composition. One day in spring, Gao Ding went out for a walk and saw the grass sticking out of its little green head.
The longest grass swayed as if calling for other partners. There were several calls of orioles in the air. Gao Ding looked up and saw two orioles chasing and playing.
It was the spring of February, and Gao Ding came to the river to enjoy the beautiful spring scenery. At this time, a few willow branches touched him gently.
Gao Ding looked up and found a willow tree next to him, with its green branches stroking the river bank. Gao Ding took a few more steps and found that the front was getting more and more blurred-it turned out to be the water vapor evaporated from Shui Ze and vegetation, and the water vapor condensed like smoke, as if he were in a fairyland.
The children in the village came back early after school without delay. When the children got home, they quickly picked up their kites and ran out of the door. Riding the strong east wind, they flew kites happily.
At this time, the poet Gao Ding also ran over to join in the fun and said, "Can you add me?" Those children all agreed to add Gao Ding. Therefore, Gao Ding and the children happily played with flying kites.
It was dark, and the children reluctantly left with kites, and Gao Ding was a little reluctant-because he had not had such a good time for a long time. When he got home, he wrote a poem to express his feelings: the grass grows in February and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.
The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind. The title of the book is Village Residence.
Looking at this poem, Gao Ding remembered the scene of flying a kite today and couldn't help laughing. Because, he is so happy today.
8. Rewrite the 400-word composition of Qingpingle villagers in summer, the cool wind can't blow a rippling brook, but a clear stream flows through a low thatched cottage.
The brook is covered with green grass, and the dew on the grass reflects this beautiful scenery. Under the sunshine, they became magicians, performing disappearing magic. There is soft Wu language in the room, which sounds beautiful. Hehe, it turned out to be a white-haired old couple, whispering with wine! I only heard the old man say, "How good life is now! Our three sons have all grown up and learned to be filial! At that time, you were still a flower in the village! Now, she is a yellow-faced woman! Haha! " The old woman was a little angry when she heard this, and her face was red after drinking: "You are not the same.
He said all day that he was a handsome boy, and now he has gray hair. You see, I told you to drink less in the future, and this time, you dragged me into it. There was laughter in the room. Outside, the eldest son, as the eldest son, stared at the sun and helped the seedlings weed in the bean field on the east side of the stream. Although the junior son is young, he is not idle and is knitting a chicken coop. The third son is the youngest, but he is the cutest. He was lying across the stream, playing with lotus flowers in his hand, and his naughty appearance was really pleasing.
This is how a stream flows through this beautiful thatched cottage all year round. The teacher just read my composition the other day. I wonder if LZ is satisfied?
I wish LZ a higher level of study (> ω <; )。