Explanation:
Zha [xiā n]: 1。 Sharp: The Magic Sword ~ 2. Glutinous rice is a kind of agricultural tool. 3. Fishing gear. 4. sharp weapon. 5. Last name.
Kun [Ku 2]: the appearance of ignorance.
Tie [ti ǐ n]: Pick and choose.
Why [gu ā]: It's broken.
Example:
Kun [xi ā n]:
1. This is not a hairpin. -Han Jiayi "On Qin"
Like grass, the roots germinate again, but the ears are spinning. -Zhang Ming Juzheng's Answer to Liu Ningzhai's Love Letter about Thieves and People in Guangdong and Guangxi.
In ancient times, people fished with shovels.
4. The shovel is very short. -"Everything is ready, five mistakes"
5. Chinese surname is a rare surname.
reference data
Sogou encyclopedia: baike.sogou
Write a short essay about 300 words imitating cicadas in the first day of the first day [early Tang Dynasty]. Yu Shinan hangs down to drink the clear dew, and the sound is like a sparse tree.
Cicada is far away from cicada because cicada is on a tall tree, not relying on autumn wind.
I drank the clear dew, and the sweet cry came from the forest of Wu Tong. The reason why I stand tall is because I don't rely on the autumn wind. This is the earliest poem of chanting cicadas in the Tang Dynasty, which is praised by later generations.
The first sentence is "hang down and drink clear dew", and "hang down" is the part of the hat belt tied under the chin of the ancients. Cicada's head has prominent tentacles, which look like a drooping crown tassel, so it is called "drooping".
The ancients thought that cicadas were noble and drank dew, so they said "drink clear dew".
This sentence is ostensibly about the shape and feeding habits of cicadas, but in fact it contains metaphors everywhere.
"Hang" means official position (in ancient times, "crown tassel" was often used to refer to your official position).
In the eyes of ordinary people, the status of such dignitaries is contradictory to "purity", or even incompatible with each other, but in the author's pen, they are unified in the image of "hanging their heads and drinking clear dew"
This unity of "expensive" and "clear" is precisely because the "clear" in three or four sentences does not need to be contrasted with "expensive", and the brushwork is quite ingenious.
The second sentence, "cicadas sing far and wide."
Platanus acerifolia is a tall tree with the word "sparse" and its branches are tall and clear, which corresponds to the last sentence "autumn wind"
"Flowing clouds and flowing water" has a pleasant long sound, which visualizes the meaning conveyed by cicada singing with the word "Chu", as if people feel the loudness and strength of cicada singing.
Although this sentence is only written by voice, readers can imagine the high level and elegant rhyme of the anthropomorphic cicada in Tsinghua.
With this vivid description of the spread of cicadas in the distance, the drama of three or four sentences has taken root.
"A high voice is not affected by the autumn wind" is the crowning touch of the whole article.
It is a discussion of poetry on the basis of the last two sentences.
Cicadas spread in all directions. Generally speaking, people often think that it is the autumn wind, but poets have different understandings, emphasizing that it is because of "high" and self-satisfaction.
This unique feeling contains a truth: people with high moral character can spread their reputation far and wide without some external support (such as the help of powerful people), just as Cao Pi said in Dian Lun Wen, "They don't forge good historical words, nor rely on flying momentum. Their reputation is autobiographical."
"What is emphasized here is the beauty of personality and the power of personality.
The word "self" and the word "non" in the two sentences echo each other, expressing warm praise and high self-confidence for people's inner character and showing a graceful demeanor.
Emperor Taizong praised Yu Shinan's "Five Musts" for many times (virtue, loyalty, erudition, writing style and writing style). The poet's personalized "cicada" may have its own meaning.
Shen Deqian said, "Every time a cicada sings its voice, it respects its character.
"(Tang Poetry) This is really a broken theory.
Qing Shi Buhua's "Shi Fu Shi Poetry" says: "There are more than 300 poems, and the Tang people still have this intention.
In the same way, Yu Shinan's "high voice, not from the autumn wind" is an Tsinghua people language; Wang Luobin's "his flight through the fog, his pure voice submerged in the wind world" is a much-needed language; Li Shangyin's "pure heart and lack of desire, singing all night" is a grouch.
Bixing is different.
These three poems are all masterpieces of the Tang Dynasty. Due to the different identities, experiences and temperaments of the authors, although they are equally committed to Bixing's sustenance, they present different faces and form artistic images with distinctive characteristics, which have become the three wonders of "Chanting Chans" poems in the Tang Dynasty. The cicada in the west sings, and the guest in the south thinks.
I can't stand the shadow on my temple to break the heart of a white-haired prisoner.
His flight passed through the thick fog, and his pure voice was drowned in the world of wind.
Who knows if he is still singing? Who will listen to me? ? At that time, King Robin was appointed as an assistant censor, who angered Wu Zetian by neglecting affairs and being inconsistent with political views. He was framed in prison and charged with accepting bribes.
He wrote this poem after listening to cicadas in prison.
Although the whole poem is written about cicadas, there are deep and depressed emotions everywhere.
The ancient poem about cicada, cicada Tang-Yu Shinan hung down to drink clear dew, and the sound was like sparse tung.
Cicada is far away from cicada because cicada is on a tall tree, not relying on autumn wind.
Another version of cicada, in the south of the city, hangs its ears and drinks clear dew, and its sound is like sparse tung.
Cicada is far away from cicada because cicada is on a tall tree, not relying on autumn wind.
Xiao Si cicada sings early this year.
Before the azaleas dispersed, I heard the intermittent cicada singing.
In recent months, cicadas outside the window have become more learned and annoying.
One day, a sick cicada was picked up under the tree, its transparent wings converged, its body trembled slightly and there was no sound.
It's just a little thing that lives in a tree all the time.
So small, but so loud, resounded all summer! I once asked: Why bother? It was just a summer! The friend said, Do you know? It waited 17 years, just to wait for a summer.
Only this summer, it came out of the soil and grew out of the larvae.
When the autumn wind blows, its life is over.
/kloc-buried in the soil in 0/7, came out to live for a summer, why? The friend said: that is the original life course.
In order to continue the name, it must live well.
No matter 90 years or 90 days, you just have to live well.
Oh! This is the meaning of cicada's life! In the sunset, think of the color of autumn wind, and forgive the annoying bell!
Ants and cicadas are good friends. Ants have been singing with cicadas in summer. Until late autumn, the ant said to the cicada, "Brother Cicada, do you want to prepare food for the winter?" "Cicada said dismissively," what's the hurry! It's not winter yet. In winter, ants say, "It's time for us to prepare food." Cicada said, "We are not hungry now." What's the hurry? "In the deep winter, ants and cicadas are hungry and cold. Ants blame cicadas for not preparing food. Cicada said, "It's no use blaming me now. Do you have food to eat if you scold me? " Ants are speechless. The kind sparrow said to them, "Go and try to find the old man in time." Ants and cicadas immediately went to the old man in time. The old man said to them in time, "I can let you go back to summer." It's up to you not to cherish time. "Cicada didn't learn anything, just kept singing. Ants spend time preparing food. In a blink of an eye, it was winter again. The cicada was fainted by hunger, and the ant saved him. .......
Write a composition in the name of cicada, 300 words, I am cicada, hurry! ! ! ! ! ! ... I am an ordinary cicada, but I have my own beliefs. I firmly believe that simplicity is beautiful and eternity can be achieved.
-inscription cicada gives birth to the sun and bakes the earth. It was on such an ordinary afternoon that I came to this wonderful world.
In order to survive, I had to climb down from the tung tree and get into the wet soil.
So, with the expectation of sunshine, I fell asleep and waited for the day when I woke up.
I wonder how long the cicada slept like this, seven years? Maybe longer, I finally woke up.
I can't wait to get out of the soil, spread my thin transparent wings and fly to the tung tree where I was born.
The sun is up! My blood is boiling and I can't help crying.
I finally see the sunshine again! Spread my clear voice and sing the music I have been brewing for seven years.
My song, accompanied by tung flowers floating in the wind, echoed in this tung forest for a long time.
Cicada died on the day I saw the sunshine, which was also the last day of my life.
I'm not sad because ... my blood is boiling.
I can't wait to get out of the soil and reverberate in this tung forest for a long time.
I'm not sad.
I don't know how long the cicada has been sleeping like this and will never stop. Don't sigh for me, wait for the day of awakening.
"In the morning light.
So ...
Friends can also achieve eternity. I fell asleep and spread my thin transparent wings.
When I see the sunshine, cicadas will rest in warm soil forever.
To survive, but I have my own beliefs. Even a short life can be brighter than sunshine. I am an ordinary cicada, looking forward to the sunshine. I can't help bursting into tears. It was on such an ordinary afternoon that I came to this wonderful world: "I am a cicada for seven years." When I was young, I had to climb down from the tung tree with difficulty, and I can achieve eternity, because I firmly believe that simplicity is beautiful and beautiful.
My song is accompanied by tung flowers floating in the wind, singing the music I have been brewing for seven years, seven years.
The sun is rising.
Sing with me.
I finally see the sunshine again. If you walk into that paulownia forest, please believe that I am happy? Perhaps longer, I closed my eyes with satisfaction, and I firmly believe that simplicity is also beautiful.
In the beautiful afterglow of the sunset, I use the melody brewed for seven years! I spread my clear voice and flew to the tung tree where I was born. I finally woke up.
-Inscription Cicada gives birth to scorching sunshine and bakes the earth. And the last day of my life.
When I read this article, I began to look at what I have and how I treat my life.
This is a philosophical essay.
The author used the method of restraining before promoting, and a small cicada aroused his understanding of life.
From the noisy description of cicadas to the faint description of sick cicadas, it deliberately shows the annoying and insignificant side of cicadas.
However, when the cicada was buried under the mud in 17 and came out for a summer, the author was surprised that the cicada was insignificant and even annoying.
Why do you have to suffer so much and persist? Yes! This is the course of life. In order to prolong life, we must live well.
No matter 90 years or 90 days, we should live well and live well. ...
It was a sunny Sunday, so I decided to go to the country to experience the fun of catching lobsters again.
My cousin and I began to prepare tools for catching lobsters. We found a bamboo pole first, then a rope that was neither too long nor too short, and then a snail as bait. In this way, all the materials for making fishing rods are available. How to make a fishing rod? Let me teach you, first tie the rope to the top of the bamboo pole, and then tie the crushed snail to the other end of the rope, and the fishing pole will be finished.
Start catching lobsters. If you want to catch lobsters, you must know where lobsters like to stay. Let me tell you, lobsters especially like to stay in places rich in aquatic plants.
So I found such a place and put down the bait.
Unexpectedly, the cunning lobster ran away as soon as it saw the bait, which really pissed me off.
Then, I found a place rich in aquatic plants and put down the bait. Soon, a lobster swam slowly, and my heart beat a lot faster. I'm afraid to run away from lobster. The lobster looked around, as if it were dangerous.
After a while, the lobster began to eat snails. I immediately pulled it up and caught the lobster. I am very excited.
Catching lobsters is fun. You might as well try.
The composition describing cicada singing is 200 words. In summer, our home is called Futian.
At this time, cicadas are at their peak.
As long as it is sunny in this season, the countryside is almost a world of cicadas.
The wind is blowing cicadas, the sun is baking cicadas, and the air is filled with the smell of cicadas ... cicadas are not monotonous, just like the songs of birds.
The most prominent one is cicada, which likes to lie on tall trees, or willow, poplar or paulownia trees.
The ancients painted cicadas mostly because they had the meaning of "singing cicadas with high willows" and also had a certain basis for life.
Its cry is loud and sonorous, and the sound of "e-e-e-" can be heard far away.
This kind of cicada has a big shell, high sensitivity and is not easy to be caught.
When I was in primary school, a fifth-grade Datong student could best grasp this embarrassment.
He put it in a matchbox, and when he knocked on it, he gave a series of loud cries.
Although it doesn't sound good in the tree, it still makes me envious and makes me give up a new exercise book.
I finally got it from him, but I didn't want to go home, but my old cat stared at me.
I took a beautiful matchbox when I was not paying attention, which made me sad for several days.
Cicada, which is slightly smaller than the body, makes a cry of "cicada, cicada".
This kind of cicada is not very tall and blunt, and it is easy to be caught.
I have read about this kind of cicada in many articles, most of which are aimed at boasting. People in China always don't like people to brag.
So when writing the article, you can't help asking it: "You keep saying that you know (know know), how much do you know?" There is a dwarf jujube tree behind my old house. I like to climb this tree.
So when I went to school for the summer vacation, I spent most of my time at home on this jujube tree.
Enjoy the cool.
Catch cicadas.
Pick green dates to eat.
A cicada that hisses at the end of a song. This kind of cicada is the most interesting. Listening to it sing is like listening to a rhythmic voice poem.
Sound is rhythmic, and sound is different from sound.
But I can't describe its sound with pictophonetic words in the dictionary.
I'm afraid only musical instruments can imitate its sound, which may be the reason why many people don't want to describe the cicada, because it is the most difficult to describe it accurately in language.
There is also a cicada that only sings before dusk. We call it late cicada.
This kind of cicada has the best singing and a strong sense of music.
Send a string of "going round and round ..." Wan Ru is a delicate and elegant flowing water, just like a wonderful piano sound.
Voice from low to high, from weak to strong.
If the reverberation lingers.
At that time, the green hills set each other off in the sunset, and the streams sang dusk.
The breeze gently brushed people's faces, and the shepherd boy went home frolicking.
This night's cicada singing is like a string of beautiful mobile phones. Who will you meet at dusk? In summer, cicadas seem to be in sync with the heat.
I don't know if you have noticed that in hot weather, cicadas will bark too much as long as the sun is too strong that day.
Strange to say, they seem to like this heat best. If cicadas suddenly disappear in such hot weather, you will feel even more sultry.
Only when cicadas are singing, no matter how hot the weather is, you will only feel hot, not bored. This may be why cicadas sing more happily when the climate is drier-this will keep people away from depression.
It's hot enough in itself, and if it's stuffy again, people will definitely be unbearable.
So whenever such a climate comes, nature will arrange for you to get rid of depression-cicada singing.
Cicada, the music of the earth.
Whenever they ring in a tall, tall, shady tree, it's like a tree singing in the sun, just like the sun and the wind singing.
Although it was hot in midsummer, the music continued.
300-400 words of insect vocalization are mainly used for intraspecific communication.
Insects can transmit information by emitting some special sound sequences or songs.
Some things are by-products of insect activities, such as flying, knocking on the ground, rubbing the body and vibrating the eardrum, and some are special devices of insects, such as the sound made by a generator.
There are crickets in southern Henan, like the sound of nails sliding on a comb.
The eardrum vibrates with cicadas and high-frequency vibrations, and the same kind will immediately respond and sing when they hear it.
Mosquitoes flap their wings and make noise, which is very annoying.
That's all the main materials. Think about the rest for yourself. First, write how you observed it unintentionally, then write about the observation environment, the appearance of insects, the description of sounds, and finally write about functions.
Write down your feelings at the end, such as a magical world.
A 300-word essay written with cicada as the first person. Life always takes different roads, sees different scenery, meets a small flower, or meets a butterfly unexpectedly. It's all fate. Sometimes, ownership is also lost, and the beginning is also the end.
The past is like smoke, how long it has been remembered and how much warmth it has given birth to. Residual lotus is still there. This year, new flowers bloom again, and the years gradually grow old in reincarnation; Mentality grows in tossing and turning.
Write a composition about small animals 300 words Before dawn, sparrows were chirping in the tree in front of my window.
Oh, wake me up! I quickly got out of bed and got dressed.
I gently pushed open the door and walked into the yard. Look! How interesting those little sparrows are! They jumped up and down on the branches. They are so happy! Sparrows are small and dexterous, and their tails are always tilted up and swinging up and down.
Their heads are covered with a layer of brown feathers, like a small scarf.
Snow white neck, as if with a silver necklace.
Although the black eyes are not big, they look very nervous, and they turn back and forth as if they feel particularly fresh about everything around them.
The sparrow's mouth is really special, sharp and long. There is a white corner at the corner of its mouth, and it seems to be stained with a small grain of rice when eating.
The sparrow fell to the ground and looked around, probably looking for food! I fell to the ground a few meters.
At first, they looked around and saw no one, so they took a few bites. If there is any movement, they will fly quickly and go back and forth dozens of times before eating.
What a lively and sensitive little sparrow! It is said that sparrows mainly eat pests, but sometimes they also eat food in the fields, which is not good! How I wish they could get rid of this bad habit!
1. Interesting Childhood My childhood was colorful, and many interesting things happened in my childhood like stars in the sky.
The brightest and brightest one is that one.
One Sunday noon, my mother was sleeping soundly.
I was only four years old then. I have no fun. I wandered around the room and somehow came to the mirror.
Ah! Why is there a "person" who looks like me walking in front? It's okay if I don't touch it. I was shocked when I touched it. That "man" is actually flat, and he still holds out his hand as if to touch me.
I quickly backed off.
Ok, how dare you imitate me and see how I deal with you.
I slapped, the "person" slapped, I slapped, and the "person" slapped. Oh, it hurts.
I feel horrible. I am flat and can move. You can learn from me and hit people. It is broken. It must be a monster.
I hurried to my mother's bedside, grabbed her hand and cried, "Mom, there is a strange thing over there. He hit me."
"My mother magically asked me what I was, but I kept pulling my mother in front of the mirror.
Strange, there is another monster. I quickly hid behind my mother and couldn't help shivering.
Mom looked at it and smiled. I asked, "Mom, what are you laughing at?" Aren't you afraid? "My mother turned to me and said," This is a mirror, not a monster at all. Look at that.
"I saw my mother swaying from side to side, and the people in the mirror also swayed from side to side.
After my mother told me, I realized that the mirror can "print" people, and people can see their own shadows in the mirror.
No wonder * * * what, this also do! Now whenever I think about it, I still laugh out loud! 2. Interesting childhood What is childhood? It is a cicada in the tree, a frog in the water, a short song of a shepherd's flute, and a companion's mystery. ...................... In short, childhood is carefree and happy.
Whenever I vividly recall the interesting stories of my childhood, my face always glows with ruddy luster.
After all, the past is like the sound of flowing water in my heart. Once the generation was so eloquent that it was easy for ...................................................................................................................................................... to go up. As soon as grandma entered the room after feeding the pigs, I went to the pigsty, opened the door, went in and chose a pig to ride out. Grandma saw it and ran out to call me. I saw grandma and tried to stop those pigs, but I couldn't.
The pig ran into grandma's garden. The cucumbers and persimmons in it were trampled by pigs. I was also scratched by the branches of the fruit tree. This time, grandma caught the pig. After she drove the pig into the nest, she said I was too naughty to even ride the pig.
Another time was when I was seven years old. I just learned to ride a bike.
I was not very good at riding at that time. My mother and I rode bicycles to the square to play, where there was a lot of space.
I got there by bike, riding faster and faster, and suddenly I saw an adult riding a bike in front of me. I couldn't stop because I rode too fast. I was about to hit it when my mother called me. I thought to myself, "I'll get hurt if I hit it, and I'm not good at riding." What if I tumble? " I don't know what to do.
Then I suddenly remembered: "It must be okay to jump out of the car." I jumped out of the car. I wasn't hurt, but my car was hit by that man.
Whenever I recall these things, I always giggle, so sweet and so brilliant.
It seems that all fascinating memories are vividly reproduced.
I continue to think about the poetic years and dreamy seasons when I was young ... I think childhood is a tree without rings, which will never grow old and disappear ... 3. Interesting stories of childhood. I was very naughty when I was a child. Let me tell you an interesting story about my childhood.
I remember one time I went home and saw my father sleeping in bed, so a "bad" idea suddenly came to my little head, that is, drawing "Facebook", not on paper, but on my father's face. I first found out the paint, pen and water, and then I carefully drew a big "king" on my father's forehead, and then I used khaki. This is a majestic tiger. After painting, I was happy for my "masterpiece" and felt sorry for my father's face being painted like this, because it was a pity that my father's beautiful face was painted like this.
Just as I was looking at my "masterpiece" happily, my father suddenly woke up and looked at him blankly. I burst out laughing. Father looked at me inexplicably. Seeing the watercolor paint and water all over the floor and looking at my malicious smile, my father rushed to the bathroom to look in the mirror. When he found his face painted by me, he ran away without watercolor paint on his face. But I still remember.
Look! How naughty I was when I was a child! It's interesting to think of it until now! 4. Childhood fun, childhood dreams, colorful dreams; Childhood songs, happy songs; A string of childhood footprints; Childhood stories piled up like mountains.
"Does this song remind you of your wonderful childhood? In those colorful years, many things happened, not as brilliant as the stars.
My childhood was wonderful, and there were many things worth remembering ... My aunt kept two chickens in her class as long as I can remember. I go to see the chickens in her class as soon as I have time. I don't know how long it took. After a long time, the hen laid eggs and the chicks were going to hatch inside. 265,438+0 days later, I heard a cock crow. Seeing this situation, I heard this voice.
I feel sorry for the chicken. Help the chicken when neither the hen nor the rooster is at home.
The opportunity finally came ... that day, the hen went to find food for the chicken, and the naughty rooster was not at home and ran out to play.
Take advantage of aunt's inattention, pick up an egg, hold it in your hand and gently touch it. She said solemnly, "don't be afraid of chickens, you will come to this world soon."
"Say that finish, I no longer hesitate. ...
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