A poem that is afraid of writing is Du Pu.

1. Alexander was afraid that he was useless, so he stabbed the heavenly sword to break through the obstacles and get sunshine. On this subject, he wrote a 1. It is said that Alexander was worried as soon as his father won the battle.

Why? -I am afraid that the world will be conquered by my father, and there will be no place for heroes after I acceded to the throne. Faced with this reason, I was heartless at first, and felt that this reason was really special, even a little meaningless; However, after laughing, I fell into deep thought. I think Alexander's worry is not unreasonable, but quite reasonable. Imagine that when Li Bai wrote a poem about bullfighting, did his contemporaries have such worries? When Newton used his three laws to reveal the mystery of motion incisively and vividly, did those young physicists share this concern? When Jordan broke one record after another on the basketball court, did the young students who first entered the NBA have this concern? There is no doubt that they all have this concern.

It seems that The Trouble of Alexander reflects people's true psychology in the face of outstanding predecessors-both excitement and jealousy, and a little bit of self-confidence. However, I want to remind you that if you only have this kind of "worry" in front of outstanding predecessors, it is very immature. If you want to be a person beyond your predecessors, you must meet such a talented predecessor happily after your "troubles" and have a giant's shoulder to stand on happily.

Imagine how Einstein was inspired to put forward the idea of "relativity" without Newton's mechanical theory. Without Jordan's great achievements, how can we inspire Kobe's lofty sentiments and dedicate a series of exquisite games to the audience? Without Bill Gates' Microsoft Empire, how could there be Ma Yun's legendary entrepreneurial experience? Tang poetry is followed by Song poetry. The great achievements made by predecessors will certainly inspire future generations to struggle and surpass.

Back in the early days, when poets in the Tang Dynasty performed colorful poetic genres such as metrical poems and quatrains, the poets in the Song Dynasty must have been worried and lamented: the Tang people gave full play to the subtlety of these genres and vividly portrayed the joys and sorrows of life. Where is the place where our Song Dynasty poets live? However, Song poetry did not wither because of this, and it opened up a new poetic world of "reason and interest". Moreover, the poets in Song Dynasty also tried to broaden the poetic genre and created a new poetic genre & Qu Zi Ci. When we read the catchwords "Yang Liuan, the breeze is fading away", "The rocks are flying in the air, the waves are crashing on the shore, and thousands of piles of snow are rolled up" and "The clouds break through the moon and flowers make a shadow", who can't help but lament the brilliance of the poets in the Song Dynasty? Who will still have only Tang poetry and no Song poetry in their eyes? It is precisely because the poets in Song Dynasty did not feel inferior before the giants of Tang poetry, and did not regard this rich heritage as an unavoidable burden. Instead, we should take it as nourishment to enhance the connotation of poetry, study it, learn from it, surpass it, and finally cultivate this wonderful flower of Song poetry in the garden of poetry.

If we go back along the road of poetry development, we can also see that poets in Yuan Dynasty and poets in Song Dynasty are doing the same thing. Standing on the shoulders of giant Song Ci, they created popular and expressive Sanqu. Therefore, we can say that without Tang poetry, there would be no Song Ci, and without Song Ci, there would be no Song Yuan.

The achievements created by predecessors and the frontiers opened by ancestors have provided the most powerful support for future generations. Although this kind of support carries great pressure, isn't this pressure the motivation of people who are bent on opening up their own new world? I hope that today's people are no longer just "worried" in the face of the outstanding performance of their predecessors and the great achievements left by their predecessors. After Tang poetry comes Song poetry, and you can only see the mountains in the distance.

2. Different motives Even now, opponents are constantly turning pages. -the slogan of Harvard University Library.

If I hadn't come to Xiang's drugstore in person and watched Xiang treat a customer's illness and relieve pain, I never dreamed that Xiang, who studied for three times in the first grade of primary school, would be a successful drugstore owner and even a pharmacist and doctor with a medical qualification certificate! His pharmacy is located in the bustling area of the city's commercial sub-center, frontispiece. It opened three doors and hired four employees. He sat alone at a white hardwood table outside the store counter, and a customer who came to buy medicine asked him for advice.

Customers come to him from time to time. There is no charge for seeing a doctor, and the medicine customers need is bought in the store.

"The customer is God. The kitten was a little sick, so I showed it to him.

People who work have no education, so they feel bad about money when they go to the hospital. Just go to the drugstore to buy medicine, and you will get sick instead of getting sick.

They were relieved when I gave them guidance. "A little free, then talk to me quickly.

Although we haven't contacted each other for more than ten years, we have been mixed up since childhood. I can see that Xiang is really leaving me to chase. "You look around the store, or take a magazine.

My business is only busy for seven or eight hours in the morning-then it will be dawn. "If it weren't for my uncle's factory, Sichuanese Lao Huang talked about Xiang, I might not get up early and come to the county seat of this neighboring county to eat steamed mutton and visit Xiang.

Lao Huang sprained his leg while working and was sent to a big hospital in the city for filming and infusion. After spending more than 4800 yuan, his legs still can't walk neatly. Introduced by fellow villagers, I went to Xiang's drugstore and had a massage for half a month. It was so neat.

"This doctor is really comfortable! Gentle and generous, high medical skill, not greedy, good man! " Will this person be an item? Has the habit of being lazy and late for school been completely changed? When we were sitting in a tea restaurant eating mutton noodles, a middle-aged man at the next table scrambled to pay the bill for us in advance. This is an unwritten rule here. It's polite to meet someone you respect and eat in the same place with you.

Watching the man walk out of the restaurant, I was surprised and asked, "Isn't this the eldest son of Qian Lao, a Chinese medicine doctor?" Are you friends? ""Actually, I should ask him. Let him hit you again! " With the strength of wine, Xiang talked in detail about his friendship with Dr. Qian.

They are the owners of the first two private pharmacies in this city. Dr. Qian inherited family studies, learned medicinal materials and treated diseases; Only the funds and the contacts of pharmaceutical companies.

Therefore, since its opening, Xiang's pharmacy has never been prosperous. Watching Dr. Qian's pharmacy flourish day by day, only.

2. I am afraid of Chinese dictation, so I memorized the required articles and paid attention to the key words mentioned by the teacher. The words that are difficult to write are also interchangeable words. Plan to finish one or several paragraphs of text or poetry every day, memorize them and proofread them with the original. Don't just rewrite the typo, but rewrite it and check it again to deepen your memory. Recite and proofread repeatedly, summarize every week, and recite all the articles recited this week, so as not to forget the previous ones after learning. Write silently until you are satisfied, so you don't have to be afraid of others mentioning your silence. -

It is suggested to master the required reading articles in class first, and then set foot in extracurricular articles, because there are too many and too wide extracurricular articles.

Anyway, I just crammed before the college entrance examination and began to recite these things seriously, forcing myself to write them silently every day. But I don't have time to master many extracurricular activities, and I regret it.

Only when you master it skillfully will you not be afraid. Be confident ~!

3. Write a composition on the topic of "Fear of Meeting". Ten years later, we have all become the pillars and an indispensable part of the country. To this end, our primary school teacher is very pleased, because she has made us move from ignorant teenagers to mature and stable.

"Ding Lingling ..." Our phone rang. "Hello, who are you looking for?" "Tang Xiaojing, have you forgotten our agreement twenty years ago?" That's Chen Xiaoyu, a classmate twenty years ago. "I haven't forgotten, so let's meet at the teacher's house." Hanging up the phone, I got on the plane and arrived at the teacher's house in only one minute. The teacher's home has changed from a small apartment to a villa. There is a swimming pool in front of the villa, followed by an evergreen garden and a robot housekeeper, narcissus. Into the villa, resplendent and glittering, lights flashing. The living room is full of former classmates, including calligrapher, painter Wang Xiaoyu, scientist, writer Jiang and many mayors and county heads. Everyone is talking kindly, and the room is full of laughter. Suddenly, a man came down the stairs in the middle of the villa. Who is this? Everyone is talking about it, but scientist Zhao Xiaohan has the answer. At this moment, the man spoke: "classmate, don't you remember me?" This sound is familiar. This is the voice of our teacher twenty years ago. Xiao Zhao smiled and said to everyone, "How's it going? Our teacher used my invention to restore the green leaves and green pigments, which kept the teacher as it was 20 years ago. "

At this time, we show our characteristics to celebrate the party. Painter Wang Xiaoyu drew a lotus picture for the teacher; Writer Jiang He wrote a poem for the teacher. Duan Xiaojie, the host, read aloud to the teacher; Calligrapher Chen Xiaoyu wrote a picture for the teacher, wishing the teacher always young and beautiful. ...

Ah! This party is really exciting.

4. I don't deserve to write a poem or a song-Alex is in summer

You could have found a better confidant.

It doesn't have to be so close to me like this.

Afraid that one day I really can't live without you.

How can distance bring us closer?

I know there is a big gap between you and me.

Love makes me involuntarily again.

The injured suspect is hard to come by.

It is better to give up than to fight hard.

I don't deserve you, even though I try hard.

I like you, but I have no bottom.

I'm not hysterical. I'm just behind the dust.

Just like you can't afford a beloved shirt.

I'm still where I am, and you fly into the sky.

I like it when you think about it.

Always said that one day we would be together.

Just two people together.

Not you and me.

You could have found a better confidant.

It doesn't have to be so close to me like this.

Afraid that one day I really can't live without you.

How can distance bring us closer?

I know there is a big gap between you and me.

Love makes me involuntarily again.

The injured suspect is hard to come by.

It is better to give up than to fight hard.

I don't deserve you, even though I try hard.

I like you, but I have no bottom.

I'm not hysterical. I'm just behind the dust.

Just like you can't afford a beloved shirt.

I'm still where I am, and you fly into the sky.

I like it when you think about it.

Say goodbye forever.

We will be together one day.

Just two people together.

Not you and me.

I don't deserve you, even though I try hard.

I like you, but I have no bottom.

I'm not hysterical. I'm just behind the dust.

Just like you can't afford a beloved shirt.

I'm still where I am, and you fly into the sky.

I like it when you think about it.

Always said that one day we would be together.

It's just that the two people together are not you and me.

5. Li Liang likes dreaming. How to write this composition in 300 words One night, I was at home alone. It was getting late, and a burst of drowsiness came. I fell asleep. When I opened my eyes, I found silence around me. On this bleak autumn night, the moonlight faded away and a crow echoed in my ear. All this scares me.

I looked around, and everything made me feel strange. There was no one in the silent night, and I walked in despair. Suddenly I saw a man on a fishing boat and stopped in front of me. I quickly asked, "Excuse me, sir, where is this?" I saw his frown and said coldly, "Gusu City, Hanshan Temple." Gusucheng, I mused, is he a great poet Zhang Ji? But that dignified expression, a kind of bitterness is written on the face. I plucked up my courage and said, "May I ask your name?" The man remained calm and said, "I am a scholar, full of ambition and serving my country." Now, I am alone in this Hanshan Temple. Who will remember me as a poor scholar? " I can't help feeling sorry for him. Through his words, I finally know that my judgment is correct. I asked tentatively, "I have heard a lot about Mr. Zhang Ji, and dare to ask if Mr. Zhang Ji is a famous poet?" The man nodded, bowed his head and said nothing, then looked at me with a surprised face.

He said to me, "I have been studying hard for ten years, and there is no Zhang Ji's name from top to bottom." At that moment, my heart was completely broken. " Yes! Lonely Hanshan Temple is like lonely you. It's getting late and chilly. Who cares about Zhang Ji?

I don't want a great poet to sink. I said to him: "Gusu City and Hanshan Temple are with you; Accompanied by fishing boats and autumn waters; And I, the same lonely person, tell you what's on my mind. How can I talk about trouble? "

He looked around. The moon is about to fall, but don't forget to put a little light around. A few blood-like maple leaves were flying in the air. He seemed to suddenly realize, and said to me, "Yes, falling is not about going to death, so it is not the sublimation of life!" Thank you, little girl! "I can't help but breathe a sigh of relief when I see his closed eyebrows stretched out.

At this moment, he cut off all his troubles and forgot all his pains, leaving only joy! I said happily, "Don't thank me! You read widely and have plenty of time to make great achievements. If you really want to thank me, send me a poem! I will have a memorial in the future. "

What a beautiful autumn night! "I want to thank this autumn night, the accompanying scenery and the little girl who accompanied me." He said, so he took a pen and splashed ink in one go, and the night berth near Fengqiao was born!

He gave me this poem. A night berth near Fengqiao is like a maple leaf, which has dyed the land of Gusu red. Like a bunch of chrysanthemums, it lit up the sky in the Tang Dynasty. He looked at me and smiled. ...

Just then, I suddenly heard someone calling me. When I opened my eyes, I realized that it was a dream, which depended on me and my mother.

6. To understand a poem, please look at Leisure Fu, which describes Tao Qian. The original text is: the posture of blessing and returning to righteousness, and he is outstanding in the world.

Show the beauty of the whole city, there is victory over no rumors. Pei Ming is better than Jie Yu, and Qi Youlan is competing for fen.

Light tenderness is in vulgarity, negative ambition is in high clouds. Sad for the relaxed dusk in the morning and feel the long diligence of life; In the same century, He Huan is widowed and melancholy! Wanzhu is sitting, full of ambition.

Just send your fingers. The sleeves are colorful. Instantly beautiful eyes flow, and there is no point in talking and laughing.

Halfway through the song, the scene falls to Xixuan. Sad businessmen knock on the forest, and white clouds lean on the mountains.

Look up at the heavenly road and lean down to promote string singing. Charming spirit and elegant manners.

Inspire the voice to feel more, I am willing to talk to my knees. I want to swear to myself, but I'm afraid I'll leave. Wait for the phoenix bird to speak, lest others get ahead of me.

I am confused and frustrated, and my soul turns nine times in an instant: I am willing to be the leader of clothes and inherit the first fragrance of China; I am sad for leaving Romania at night and complaining for the unfinished autumn night! I am willing to tie my slim body with the belt in my petticoat; It's cool and weird, and it's new! I am willing to be proud of my hair and brush my head on my shoulders; The repeated bathing of sad beauty has dried up from the white water! I would like to have fine eyes, I would like to have idle eyes; Sad powder is still fresh, but it was ruined by China's makeup! I am willing to be a seat in Dongguan, but I am weak in Sanqiu; The sad generation of Wen Yin is an emperor, and only after many years can you see it! I am willing to walk on silk, persistent enough to cope; Sadness is restrained, before the empty Committee abandons the bed! I am willing to be the shadow of the day, always following the shape and facing the west; There are many shades of sad trees, and generosity varies from time to time! May it be a candle at night, and a jade shine on two trees; Sad and sorrowful, the light of mulberries, the election destroys the scenery and hides the light! I would like to be a fan of bamboo, with a soft grip and sorrow; Worry about the white dew and the morning, the sleeves are full of Myanmar! I would like to be a tung tree in the forest and a piano on my knee; Sadness, joy and sorrow come, and finally push me to stop! The test will be the opposite of what you want, and the action will be hard. Embrace labor feelings without regrets and walk with Lin Nan step by step.

The remains of Mulan are exposed, and the pines are overcast. There are some flaws in your behavior, and you are afraid of your heart. I was lonely and didn't see it. I wanted to find it in the air.

Gather light and go back to the road, sighing at the sunset. Forget the fun step by step, and the color is miserable.

Ye Xie is angry and sad, and the sun is gone, and the moon is charming in the clouds. Birds cry alone, but occasionally wild animals don't come back.

Mourning the dusk of that year, I hate myself for being old. Thinking about dreams at night, God is restless; If you rely on the loss of the ship, you won't climb the cliff.

At that time, it was full of enthusiasm, the north wind was piercing, it was intense and sleepless, and the public was wandering. Taking pictures in the morning, the frost is in the prime stage.

If the chicken doesn't crow, it will gather its wings, and the flute will flow far away. At the beginning, it was wonderful and dense, and at the end, it was bright and hidden. The Italian lady is here, asking for a cloud to send her arm; Yun He died without words, but died after being elected.

Those who think hard and feel sorry for themselves will eventually block the mountain and stagnate the river. Facing the breeze, I am afraid of being tired, and sending weakness back to the waves.

Especially "Creeping Grass" is an opportunity to recite the remaining songs of "Calling the South". Be honest and rest on eight distant feelings.

Translation: Ah! What a peerless beauty, overwhelming all the beautiful women in the world. It is rumored that you are whiter than the crystal jade you wear, and you don't reveal lofty aspirations like the white clouds in the sky. Unfortunately, life is short, and the morning turns into dusk in a blink of an eye. I really hope to spend a hundred years with you. Don't worry, you lift the red veil, sit down and enjoy playing the piano. How beautiful the slender fingers are, the white sleeves are dancing, and the beautiful eyes are turning. Just like talking and laughing, no one can tell the tune. It's only halfway through. As the sun sets, the autumn wind blows the Woods and white clouds around the mountains. You look up at the mountain path. At this time, your moving posture is so vivid and beautiful that I really want to have a heart-to-heart talk with you and come to you in person. Let's get to know each other. I'm afraid of being rude and waiting for the jade bird to convey my feelings. I'm afraid people will panic in front of me. My soul seems to fly to the horizon. I want to be the collar of your clothes and encircle your fragrant neck. I am afraid I have to leave you at night. How long is the autumn night? I want to turn into a ribbon around your delicate waist, but I'm afraid the weather is hot and cold. You often change clothes. I want to be the hair next to your temple, and I'm afraid. You should always bathe in ruthless hot water and fry me. I want to turn into the color of your eyebrows and turn with your eyes, but I'm afraid my makeup will brighten, and you suddenly want to change your face. I want to be a bamboo mat on your bed so that you can lie on it, but I'm afraid I'll change it into a leather mattress in winter. It will take a whole year to think about it. I want to be embroidered shoes on your feet and wrap your feet, but I'm afraid you'll leave me by the bed when you rest. I want to be your shadow during the day. It's a pity that both the west and the east are afraid that you will go under the big tree, but I can't keep up with you. I want to turn into a candle at night and shine on your jade in the hut, but I'm afraid the sun will shine from the east and the candle will disappear. The sunshine is so strong, I want to become a small bamboo fan to blow a cool breeze in your hand, but I am afraid of the dew. The air cooler won't have to wait for a year. I want to turn into a buttonwood to be your piano, but I am afraid that when you are unhappy, you will silently push me aside. Think about my heart carefully, it's hard to get what you want. Who knows who this bitter heart is and who is full of feelings to tell who wandered into the south forest, dripping dew against the magnolia tree, and the huge pine tree has a shade alone. Who else can I meet now that I'm wandering? It's really lonely here with a happy and fearful heart. I can't see anything. A person fantasizes about looking for you, lifting your skirt and returning the same way. Looking at the sunset and sighing, what is the fun of walking alone? It's dusk, the scenery is dark, the leaves are falling, the wind is blowing and the sun is cold. Suddenly, the bright moon was out of sight. The bird was crying and flew away alone. Spouses, like beasts, are reluctant to part with each other, sighing that youth is gone and approaching old age. Can I still hope to dream about you tonight? I am in a daze and uneasy, as if I lost my pole in a boat and walked on a cliff. At this time, the windows are full of stars, the north wind is whistling, and there is nothing to climb. I can't sleep with my eyes open, and countless thoughts linger on my chest, waiting for dawn. The thick frost fell before me. The cock hasn't spread its wings and crowed yet. The distant flute sounds like running water. The voice began to calm down. Why do you suddenly look so sad, dear? The cloud is willing to convey my thoughts. The cloud passed silently and soon disappeared carefree. I am trying to think. Can't we let the breeze blow away the infinite yearning across the rivers and mountains? The flowing water is endless. If we can meet suddenly and sing the love poems in the Book of Songs, we can open our hearts and have sincere love. True love will always exist between heaven and earth.