"The river of no return is a romantic figure through the ages". In the long river of history, ancient poems sparkled with golden light.
In the long history, there are many cultural springs. In the clear spring of culture, poets have written poems with their own talents, some of which are like mirrors, reflecting the aura of history; Some are like streams in spring, watering the flowers of the soul; Some, like the water of a big river, are magnificent.
He resigned from the county magistrate, "not worried about poverty, not seeking wealth", retired to the countryside instead of competing with the world, and reclaimed land in the south and returned to the garden. He, with his head down, hoes chrysanthemums, raises his head to pick chrysanthemums to brew poetry wine, sings a song about wine, and can make thousands of words. The real meaning of this is that I want to tell what I have forgotten. This is Tao Yuanming's voice, indifferent to fame and fortune, uncontested from the world, calling himself Mr. It is no wonder that the world envies May 6th and can spend that indifferent year.
He, "Five Mountains travel far away to find mountains, according to my unchanging habit all my life", has experienced the Yellow River water that never goes back to the sea, and will also soar like a Dapeng bird in Wan Li. When he is lonely, he will treat the moon as a friend, but drinking with the moon alone will miss my shadow and make us three people. When he misses his friend, he will "I will think of you on the floating clouds, so I will think of me in the sunset". Li Bai, who traveled all over the country and on both sides of the Yellow River, experienced serious setbacks in his career, but he did not give up his pursuit. His unrestrained personality, busy life and galloping life are as heroic as the rivers and flowing water he wrote, "Three thousands of feet".
She cut a plum in a slow voice ... slightly sad, "cold and clear, sad and sad." Li Qingzhao, who suffered from war and family destruction, was in the incompetent Song Dynasty. Why doesn't she want a son to defend her country like Yue Fei? "I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong." The bitter water of life, dribs and drabs, how can you lose a sad word?
Looking back at the long river of history, the voices of ancient poets and poets echoed in my ears. "Today people don't know how to go to Gu Yue, but this month they are used to taking photos of the ancients." Although they didn't live in the same era, they left us precious spiritual food, which can never be eaten in life. Su Shi's When is the Bright Moon? Ask the sky for wine ... I hope people will live for a long time, and thousands of miles will last forever. Bai Juyi's narrative poem Pipa Trip is always a bright moon on an autumn night, but Li Yu's Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon is not. Ah, the ancient poetry is really beautiful, "like a river flowing eastward."
Ancient poetry is like running water, and * * * sighs that life is like this. Listen, the murmuring sound, forever, forever. ...
2. Write a composition with ancient poems. On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, the sky is deep blue and there are no clouds in Wan Li. The moon is particularly beautiful. It hangs in the sky like a huge white jade plate, and the bright moonlight sprinkles silver light on the earth.
The stars are scattered, only scattered in the horizon. I was walking in Luoyang, and I saw the autumn wind blowing and tall poplars rustling in the wind. Some yellow leaves reluctantly left the tree, swayed a few times in the wind and fell to the ground.
At this time, I couldn't help but feel homesick and went straight to my apartment. Sitting alone in a chair, I am very upset, like sticky silk drawn from a spider's stomach, winding around my heart, making me flustered.
At this moment, it suddenly occurred to me: Why don't I write a letter home to express my homesickness? Immediately light the candle, spread the paper and grind the ink.
But just as I was about to start writing, countless words appeared in my mind, and I didn't know where to start. Thought: I want to express my meaning, I have to write more content.
Then, I picked up a pen and wrote this letter carefully under the red candlelight. I wrote down everything I thought, what I wanted to say and how I wanted to express my feelings ... suddenly I heard a rooster crow, but I haven't finished writing this letter because I have too many facts to write. I have already written this thing, and I remember it again. It seems that I will never finish writing it. It was not until sunrise that I blew out the candlelight and stretched my waist with a pen.
Although it exhausted me, I thought it was worth it, because I told my relatives in my hometown. I hurried to the post office and found a friend who returned to China and asked him to take the letter to my relatives.
When he was leaving, I was worried that I didn't finish what I wanted to say in a hurry. I opened a good letter and read it, then sealed it, gave it to my friend and said goodbye to him. At this time, the sky is particularly clear and white clouds are smiling.
Tall poplars clap their hands in the morning breeze, and several yellow butterflies are flying in the air ... In autumn night, the poet Zhang Ji had nothing to do after dinner and came to his friend's door. He went up and knocked on the door several times, and a very boy poked his head out: "Who are you looking for?" Zhang Ji quickly said, "Excuse me, is your master at home?" "Unfortunately, master went back to his hometown to see relatives yesterday and won't be back until next month.
Please go back. "Say that finish, extremely closed the door, leaving Zhang Ji standing in front of the door.
A chilly autumn wind blew, bringing a chill. Zhang Ji turned around and suddenly heard a child calling, "Mom, look, geese!" " "The poet looked up and saw a flock of geese flying across the sky.
Zhang Ji can't help thinking that he lives in Luoyang and never comes back all the year round. This wild goose will come back next year. When will it go back to its hometown? At this time, there was no one in the street, only the rustling of leaves in the wind.
The afterglow of the sunset fell on him, and the lotus in the pond had long since disappeared. In the past, insects were singing and birds were singing, but now they have disappeared ... After returning home, Zhang Ji suddenly thought that although he could not return to his hometown, he could write letters. However, I don't know where to start when I mention a thousand words.
In the poet's mind, there are always scenes of parting in those days. I hate that I was young and left my mother without looking back, but I don't know when I will see you again ... When I thought of this, the poet felt tears in his eyes, and all his feelings welled up like spring water at one time, and the poet sent all his thoughts in these paragraphs.
Finally, after writing the letter, Zhang Ji carefully read it dozens of times for fear that his homesickness could not be fully expressed. Suddenly I heard the night watchman strike three times, and it was the third night. The poet reluctantly put down the letter, sealed it, and slept together, but he couldn't sleep anymore. How he wishes his family could read this letter soon! In the morning, the poet got up early and waited at the door with a letter.
I don't know when, there was the sound of hooves around the corner. "Come, come!" The poet was very excited.
I saw the boy who delivered the letter jump off his horse and took the letter and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely send it!" " "Say that finish, I was about to get on the horse when I suddenly heard a shout from behind:" Please stay! " He quickly turned around and asked, "What happened to the old man?" "I ... I want to read this letter again." The young man hesitated and handed the letter to the poet.
The poet quickly opened the letter, examined it carefully, sealed it and gave it to the young man. The young man mounted his horse and drove off at a gallop.
The poet stood there with tears in his eyes ... An autumn wind blew away his tears, drop by drop.
Writing stories with ancient poems 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.
What a happy family! I can't leave for a long time!
At dusk, the sun gently plunged into the arms of the mountains, and suddenly turned into a bright moon like an excellent magician. The bright moonlight, like a gauze, gently covers the quiet fields. Weeds dance gently-in the vast green grass on a moonlit night; Facing the faint moonlight; A little shy, with a hint of joy, dancing. ...
Listen-who played the melodious flute so joyfully and softly? It continued intermittently and echoed on the Yuan Ye with the breeze. Walking in, it turned out that the flute player was a shepherd boy, riding a strong cow and coming home very late. Dressed in hemp fiber and straw hat, he swung his little feet on both sides of the cow's back and happily returned to a thatched cottage by the stream. When I stood in the bushes and stared at the brightly lit window for a long time ... In a short time, the child came out with brisk steps, still wearing a green hemp fiber and a small straw hat, clutching a bamboo flute. Another trot, shuttling through the Woods. I followed him quietly, only to see him come to that field again, find a flat place, stretch and yawn, but he didn't even take off his straw hat, so he lay down and rested with a slender thatch in his mouth. At this time, I was tired, too. I fell asleep not far from him ...
The rooster began to sing, the sun slept all night and began to work. There were waves of flutes in the forest.
Near dusk, the vast Yuan Ye is covered with green grass and neatly spread on the Yuan Ye. A few cheerful songs faintly came from the evening breeze in the distance. It turns out that the shepherd boy is back. He is leading cattle and sheep to his son, playing the flute and wearing hemp fiber.
After a full meal, it was already dusk. He is sleepy and tired. Before he could take off his hemp fiber, he was lying in the open air on a moonlit night, playing flute music. He couldn't help thinking of his wonderful life.
Such a month, such a quiet night, such a beautiful flute, such a leisurely life, the shepherd boy has long been intoxicated
It's hard to find! ! ! !
4. Write a story with an ancient poem: Cui Jiao, Tang Chaoyuan and the man of the year.
I once lived in my aunt's house, and fell in love with a maid of my aunt's house, with deep feelings. But later, his aunt sold the maid to Yu Yi who was still an ordinary person in Xiangyang at a high price of 400,000 yuan.
This year's Cold Food Festival, this woman followed her to the countryside for a spring outing, and happened to meet wandering under a Liu Yin. While people were not paying attention, Cui Jiao secretly wrote a poem for her: The prince and grandson followed in his footsteps, and the green beads shed tears. Once in the depths of Hou's ocean, he became a stranger from then on.
Later, a man who hated Cui Jiao took this poem as evidence and copied it to Yu Yi. Yu Yi sent someone to invite Cui Jiao to the mansion, took out his poem and asked, "Did you write this poem?" Cui Jiao told Yu Yi very frankly why he married the maid.
Yu Yi is very emotional. He said to Cui Jiao, "Although I bought this woman with 400,000 yuan, 400,000 yuan is nothing. You should have told me earlier! " So, Yu Yi made her own decision and married this woman to Cui Jiao.
Inscription for Red Leaves: On an evening in Tang Xizong, I was walking under the city wall. The west wind blows the Weihe River, leaving leaves all over Chang 'an. It is already late autumn. Dead leaves everywhere, the wind roared away. Branches stab in the cold air, like cracks in the ice.
It was getting dark, and he stood for a while, feeling rather sad. He washed his hands in the running water in the imperial ditch, and the floating leaves in the imperial ditch slowly flowed out in the clear water. Suddenly, he found a big red leaf with ink on it. He picked it up from the water.
To his surprise, a poem was engraved on the red leaves: "Why does the water flow too fast? The palace is full of leisure. If you are diligent and thank Hongye, you will win the world. "
The ink is wet and the handwriting is delicate. He looked at the towering palace wall beside him and guessed that it must be the maid-in-waiting.
Yu You took the poem home, but he couldn't let it go for a long time. Every night, he tossed and turned and saw the lonely woman in the palace. A few days later, he wrote a poem on the red leaves and put it in the running water in the upper reaches of Yugou River: "I heard that Ye wrote a red complaint. Who sent the poem to Ye?" After that, he lingered by the running water for a long time before leaving.
Yu You told this story to several companions and everyone laughed at him. A few years have passed, and Yuyou has gradually forgotten.
He failed in the imperial examination and was almost down and out, so he taught in the rich Han Yong family. One day, Han Yong told him that soon, Tang Xizong released 3,000 harem maids and asked them to return to folk marriage.
There is a woman named Han Cuiping, surnamed Han Yong, who lives in my humble abode. He is willing to fix them up. At that time, Yu You was not married. I heard that Han Cuiping was beautiful, so I agreed to come down.
After marriage, Yu You and Han Cuiping have a good relationship. One day, Han Cuiping saw the red leaves inscribed in Yu You's paintings and asked where Yu You got them. Yu You told me the truth. Han Cuiping said: "I also fished a red leaf in the water. I want to know who did it? " Yu You took a look and found that the ink was still there, which he had written in those years.
Both of them were silent, with tears in their eyes. They didn't know how to say a thousand words and cried for a long time. Because it has been ten years since Hongye wrote poems and married them.
Han Cuiping felt sad and happy for this, so he wrote: "A couplet of beautiful sentences has been thought for ten years." Now that I'm married, I know Hongye is a good media. "
This is perhaps the saddest but also the most romantic and warm story. There are many different versions of Poems on Red Leaves, with slightly different dynasties, names and plots. Gu Kuang is the client in Skill Poetry, Lu W is the client in Friends of Cloud Creek, and the client in Sun Guangxian's Dream of the North in the early Song Dynasty becomes a scholar. Although the names are different, the contents are similar.
How about rewriting an ancient poem into a composition in the examination room? I don't know if this parent wants to take the college entrance examination or the senior high school entrance examination. If you want to use poetry, it is best to use famous sentences in poetry and the background or allusions of poetry as examples. If you insist on rewriting, it will be a little more difficult. If you take the senior high school entrance examination, I personally suggest that the topic composition should be in this form. Even if you make up stories, you should connect with life. Don't let the wild horse of thought gallop at will =! Or use poetry as a clue to write, and if necessary, appropriately modify one or two words in the poem (use another word or something). This form of clue will be very popular if it is used well. But no matter what the exam is, the most important thing is the word, which directly affects the mood of the marking teacher and the score of the composition, and then the topic will be deducted at the beginning. If possible, you should point to the topic everywhere to make the article more compact. But the topic at the beginning is the most important.
6. What are the poems describing the tragic love story in The Book of Songs? Feng Wei. Bandits come to trade silk (1). When they come to trade silk, they will come to me. As for sending children to attend, as for Dunqiu (3). When they are bandits, they have no good media (4). There is no blame for the body (9). I will bribe you to move (10). Mulberries don't fall, but leaves flourish (1 1). If you don't eat mulberries (12)! I am a girl, but don't worry (13)! The scholar's anxiety can be said (14). The woman's anxiety can't be said. Mulberry has fallen and yellow has fallen (15). I am complacent and poor at the age of three (16). I'm making soup with water, and I'm moving forward gradually (65438). I can't sleep all night, and I'll be disappointed (2 1). As for violence (22), I don't know my brother, but I laugh (23). I think quietly, I mourn myself (24). When I grow old together, I always resent it (25). I am proud of having a shore together. [2]。
7. Write a composition on the topic of "My Story with Poetry". The story between me and poetry is about 600 words. The story between me and Shi is "I can't see the rain wet my clothes, and I can't hear the idle flowers falling." This is a famous sentence in Liu Changqing's "Send Jinshi to Yuan" in the Tang Dynasty. I often talk about it, which always brings me a different voice realm. "I can't see the rain wet my clothes, but I can't hear the sound of idle flowers falling to the ground." Idle flowers fall to the ground, but I can't see them. "My mother told me," Well, well, what he actually meant was a bleak state of being a man. It praised "Mao Mao Rain" and "Idle Flowers" for their selfless dedication. Do you understand? "I don't understand. I just blinked and recited the poem again. It took me a long time to understand that my mother just wanted to tell me a quiet life and work quietly, just like "drizzle" and "idle flowers" Ancient poems need to be understood and understood. Now I have a deeper understanding of this poem. Take my soul to see nature, feel the rain wet my clothes, wait for the idle flowers to fall, and you will find us around. Donate 3 million yuan to support 178 poor students. When he was critically ill and in financial difficulties, none of the workers who were sponsored to finish his studies in this city came to visit him. After being disclosed by the media, Cong Fei said, "No, don't blame them. I don't need to treat diseases anymore. "Didn't Cong Fei have an interest-free dedication?" I left gently, just as I came gently, waving my sleeves and not taking away a cloud! The poem "I can't see the rain and wet clothes, I can't hear the idle flowers" is a portrayal of his life. Another example is that Tao Yuanming gave up fame and wealth and lived a leisurely and poor life, leaving a well-known Peach Blossom Garden and many pastoral poems to future generations. When the great ship of time rumbled by, at least he left a rut in the thick history. A quiet life is like "drizzle" and "idle flowers" turning into spring mud to protect flowers. ",a quiet life to avoid noise, into the fields, live a warm, pure, less dirty life, purify the soul, improve the spiritual realm. Reading Tang poetry and appreciating life, each poem can always bring people a different realm of life.