Write a 450-word composition with poetry.

1. The exciting moment of writing 450 words in the poetry contest has come, because there will be a unique poetry reading contest this afternoon. Students are scrambling to participate, no matter what poems they recite.

Huang Zilin and Guan were the first to chant. They didn't recite very well, but they just passed casually. Nevertheless, the students gave them warm applause as encouragement. I hope they will make persistent efforts and go up a storey still higher.

I was the second to play. Standing on the podium, I put my excitement behind me and silently counted one, two, three. Go! I recited Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong" in the Song Dynasty. I recited the word word by word, and my voice was more majestic.

After the recitation, I bowed to the audience and the judges and walked back to my seat. I want to know what my score is. I thought to myself: alas! I hope I can get good grades.

When I saw Tang's recitation, I suddenly realized that I had made a very big mistake-I didn't move at all when I recited. However, when I heard the title of the poem recited by Tang was My Wish, I thought of the theme song My Only Wish by a famous detective Conan, which made me feel funny.

At this time, the atmosphere on the stage is very lively, and the ways of reading are also various, sometimes causing the whole class to burst into laughter, and sometimes making the whole class feel puzzled about poetry.

This most profound poem was written by Li Dongyuan himself. The most interesting thing is that the poem is Chen Ziyuan's "There is a dog in my house", which describes an anecdote about a puppy's life and just responds to that sentence-"Poetry is among the people"; The most imaginative poem is Tang's My Wish, which reflects a little girl's longing for a better life, and at the same time makes people feel that Tang is full of expectation and enthusiasm for life.

My own recitation is still good. I hope that students will create more beautiful poems in the future, so that poems will always be with us!

2. An ancient poem rewrites the narrative (450 words) of an autumn night in the mountains.

(Tang) Wang Wei

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.

The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.

The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.

Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

The scene in the twilight, the first night in Shan Yu, is quiet and leisurely, fresh and pleasant. The pine forest washed by rain is spotless, full of green; The rocks are especially crystal clear, transparent and bright; Even the moonlight is as bright as washing; Shan Yu's spring suddenly flows on the slate, and then winds down the mountain stream, giving out a crisp and pleasant song, like a "serenade". The pulse of nature is beating.

When the women in the bamboo sea move slowly, they touch the bamboo soaked in the night dew, making a rustling sound, accompanied by their silvery laughter. What a noisy laughter broke such a quiet night sky; Listening to the ups and downs of lotus leaves on the water surface, the fishing boat went down the river. This is a fisherman who wants to catch fish by moonlight tonight.

Although the fragrance of spring has long gone, I am intoxicated with this wonderful autumn color and still yearn for a long stay.

My favorite poem is 450 words. My favorite poem.

There are many landscapes in the poem, there are many truths in the poem, and there are endless life inspirations in the poem. "Who knows every grain is hard" is my favorite poem, which has taught me a lot …

We can't waste a grain of rice Every grain of rice is planted by the farmer's uncle through cultivation, fertilization and watering, so we should cherish a grain of rice and a vegetable in this bowl.

Although I like the poem "Who knows every meal is hard" very much, there is another "quarrel" between us.

I remember it was when I was four years old. Eating and watching TV at noon one day was really enjoyable! After a while, after I finished eating, I could clearly see that there were hundreds of grains of rice left in the bowl. "Who knows that every grain of rice in the dish is hard?" Mom said, and then handed me a spoon. "Chopsticks can't be cleaned and eaten with a spoon." As soon as I sat on the sofa, I lay back and started kicking my legs: "No, no, no", but my arms couldn't pull my thighs. I ate it after all. Then I began to hate this poem, but with the help of my clever mother, I began to like it again.

I will never waste food again after what I have experienced. I remember that it was the second day of the lunar new year, and my aunt's family came to grandma's house for dinner. When I finished eating at noon, I saw a few grains of rice dropped on the table, and there were still a few grains left in the bowl. I ate some rice grains in the bowl with chopsticks and picked up some rice grains on the table with my hands and ate them. Later, I found another grain of rice in the bowl, so I tried to use chopsticks, but this grain of rice was too persistent in the bowl to get out, just licking it out with my mouth like a puppy. After all the actions were finished, the whole family laughed. Later, my mother said, "Who knows? Every grain of Chinese food is hard. "

Poetry has taught me knowledge, poetry has taught me truth, and poetry has taught me a lot of life enlightenment.

4. The ancient poem "The Shepherd Boy" was rewritten into a 450-word composition. Vilen, lush with green grass, is full of vitality under the sunlight, like a huge emerald carpet stretching into the sky.

On the Yuan Ye, an old cow leisurely tasted the green grass, and the little shepherd boy ran and moved slowly and carefully between Yuan Ye under the temptation of butterfly dance.

In the evening, the sun, which has been active all day, gradually converges its light and becomes gentle, like a red lantern with a soft flame, hanging on the edge of Yuan Ye and the sky. Maybe it was suspended for too long, only to see it sink slowly and stop smoothly as soon as it touched the ground. It seems that with the support of vilen, it once again playfully jumped onto this huge green bed. The endless Yuan Ye was dyed dark green by the sunset. Looking at the sunset on the Yuan Ye, the little shepherd boy was too surprised to blink, for fear that the red lantern would be swept away by a giant hand in the blink of an eye. The little shepherd boy watched with wide eyes. Suddenly, the sunset shivered twice. Finally, like a naughty little rabbit, he quietly got into the grass with a light and agile tapping sound and said "goodbye" to the little shepherd boy.

That night, the wind blew gently again, and the clouds seemed to feel the end of the sunset glow. On the horizon, the slightly reddish clouds also dispersed. Reluctantly, he put on a black veil and walked away.

It's getting dark and the fields are much quieter.

Suddenly, with a light flute, the silent vilen suddenly came alive again. Then, the flute became louder and louder and closer. Following the sound, I saw an old cow walking slowly. It turned out to be a little shepherd boy. I saw him wearing a hat and hemp fiber, sitting on the back of a cow, playing the flute tirelessly, teasing the evening breeze, with a little coolness. The grass on the Yuan Ye seems to understand the flute and dance together in the hazy twilight. The flute went through the Woods, jumped over the Yuan Ye and drifted far away. ...

At the entrance of the village, the white-haired grandfather of the shepherd boy is waiting for his little grandson who lives alone to return from grazing. The appearance of an old man and a young man has added some warmth to the cool vilen and small villages.

The shepherd boy and grandpa are full, and it is completely dark, but there is still a faint light of the moon in the air. The shepherd boy, who had been herding cattle for a day, was already very tired at this time. Like a tired kitten, he snuggled up to the woodpile, took off his hat and hemp fiber, looked up at the moon with his beloved bamboo flute in his hand, missed his kind mother, and fell into a sweet dream country with wonderful reverie. ...

Shepherd boy (Lv Yan)

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The grass shop is six or seven miles away from the field, the flute is long and the night wind is three or four.

Come back from a full meal at dusk, and don't take off your hemp fiber.

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① Yokono: Guangyuanye.

2 get: tease.

Hemp fiber: a brown or straw-colored coat used to shelter from wind and rain.

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Green grass, vast Yuan Ye, endless. The flute sounded intermittently in the evening breeze, melodious, as if playing with the evening breeze. The shepherd boy returned from grazing and had a big meal at dusk. He didn't even take off his hemp fiber, so he lay happily on the grass on a moonlit night.

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The poem "1( 16) Pictures of Shepherd Boy's Works of Art" shows us a vivid picture of Shepherd Boy coming home at night. We saw the quiet and leisurely life of the shepherd boy. Through the poem, we also see the author's inner world's yearning for a life away from the hustle and bustle and enjoying a happy life: the vast Yuan Ye is covered with green grass; The evening breeze is blowing the weeds. I haven't seen the shepherd boy come back yet, but I first heard the melodious and approaching flute of the shepherd boy coming from the wind. The flute sounded intermittently and fluttered with the wind. The shepherd boy came back and had a good meal. It's already after dusk. He didn't even take off his hemp fiber, so he lay in the open field to rest on a moonlit night. It shows the carefree and innocent nature of children. There are scenes, feelings, characters and voices in the poem. This vivid scene appears in our field of vision from far and near.

The word "shop" shows the gentle comfort of the grass and grassland.

The word "Nong" expresses a kind of interest, conveying the melodious flute sound in the wind and the meaning of the shepherd boy playing the flute.

Six or seven miles and three or four sounds here do not refer to definite figures, but to highlight the silence of the vast countryside in Yuan Ye in the evening.

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Expressed the author's inner yearning for a safe and comfortable life.

5. Write a composition about ancient poetry, about 450 words, in the tone of fifth grade primary school. Don't recite poems from the age of four. Of course, this is forced by adults. When I was a child, I couldn't read, so I was afraid of reciting poems.

After school, I became literate, and the teacher called some poems, but only to explain them. It was not until I entered junior high school that I became familiar with poetry appreciation.

Many poems only have an ordinary story, sometimes it is too small to mention, but the poet can write it into a famous sentence through the ages and spread it widely. This is the charm of poetry. There are many schools of poetry, such as bold and graceful, and different schools of poetry have their own unique aspects.

Many of Li Bai's poems belong to the uninhibited school. There is an atmosphere of "flying to thousands of feet for three days, and it is suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days", a sense of complacency of "laughing at the sky and going out is our Artemisia selengensis people", a confidence of "Dapeng rises with the wind one day and soars in Wan Li", and also "I want to cross the Yellow River, but the ice-choked ferry will climb Taihang Mountain" and "I left my food bar and cup, and I can't eat or drink.

When he is not reused, he has sufficient self-confidence; When he was in a high position, he was complacent and heroic; When he saw the ugly side of the imperial court, he had a great personality and despised the powerful. When he leaves because of this, he will also be depressed and confused. If you want to taste poetry, you must understand the poet's life experience and even social background.

It is not difficult to understand, but what you get will only be superficial and meaningless. When you really understand it, feel it and understand it, you will get endless feelings and real meaning.

You can even feel that you are breathing with the poet, sharing joys and sorrows. You understand his feelings and even have the impulse to comfort him. We are enjoying poetry, poets and society, and we enjoy it.

I was deeply attracted when I read The Difficult Road in Shu. The poet's unpredictable brushwork vividly depicts the dangers of Shu Road, artistically shows the winding, majestic and rough face of ancient Shu Road, and depicts a colorful landscape painting, which is fascinating.

I was deeply attracted by his wild imagination. He created a broad artistic realm for me and fascinated me with his romantic colors. If you really want to appreciate a kind of poetry, you must also appreciate the beauty of other factions.

Du Pu's "Hope for Spring" will make people sad, and war will separate people from their loved ones and leave their homes. Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer reminds people of my mother's care for me in the past, and a warm feeling comes to my mind ... Every time I appreciate it, I can feel different and throb.

This is the charm of poetry, and I want to be intoxicated with the charm of this poem! Never appreciate it. It's a new harvest to appreciate it. -Zhu Guangqian-Inscription 1 Poetry is the most extraordinary.

The earliest poems came from the ancient working people, who can be said to be the representatives of the lower Bali people. Later, it was gradually favored by literati, so Chun Xue like Nineteen Ancient Poems appeared. These are all things I just felt recently.

I wasn't like this when I was a kid. (2) because of my good memory, I recited the five-character and seven-law of the Tang Dynasty almost once, and I never forgot it, but I can't taste the general rhyme.

Even if there is, it is only a kind of obscurity of "the so-called Iraqis are in the water". Long-term swallowing dates eventually led to "indigestion" until I read Li Bai's "Into the Wine".

Looking at that gray-yellow paper, I looked helpless. But I didn't know there was Gan Kun in it until I looked carefully.

I was shocked by the first sentence-"didn't you see how the water of the Yellow River moved out of heaven and into the ocean, never to return?" It seems that I have been standing on the surging river bank, watching the Yellow River merge into the East China Sea with China's five thousand-year complex.

There is an atmosphere of "a hundred rivers go east to the west" between heaven and earth, which makes me, like Li Bai, unable to see the lovely person in the mirror on the shelf. Although it is silky black in the morning, it turns into snow at night. Reminds me of Zhang Jiuling's poem "Stay in the Clouds, Waste a Hundred Years" and Cao Cao's outlook on life "If the morning dew shows, it's hard to go to Japan". Seeing this, I feel a little depressed from my agitation just now.

6. Please write an article of no less than 450 words with the topic "The road is long and its Xiu Yuan is Xi" (don't read the poem "The road is long and its Xiu Yuan is Xi, Xiu Yuan is Xi, I will go up and down" correctly. The ninety-seventh poem in Qu Yuan's Li Sao has become a famous sentence for many people to inspire themselves. Now most people understand it as: "The pursuit of truth, the front is the front. Spare no effort to pursue and explore. " Fools think that this is not the original meaning of this sentence in the original poem, but a self-understanding of this sentence when future generations don't understand the whole poem. Although it is heroic and powerful, it can inspire people to strive for self-improvement, but it has lost its original artistic charm and appears pale, monotonous and dogmatic. And it sounds like ". The cold evil of "unscrupulous" came secretly. If we put this sentence back into the original poem, understand it together with the context, do not take it out of context, and freely play the quotation, we can get in touch with the perfect artistic connotation that Qu Yuan wants to express to later generations, and see a plump, vivid and reasonable artistic image. The benefits will be far greater than just shouting it as a famous saying, and you can get rid of the violent and stubborn spirit in mainstream understanding. 97. Its: refers to the aforementioned "road"; Xiu Yuan: Thin and narrow. 97. The road is messy and narrow, so I have to distinguish it carefully. (Correct translation and understanding) Go on the road in the dark! The following is the translation and interpretation of the poem where this sentence is located. Qu Yuan knocked on the sky (6), riding a phoenix in the wind, holding Lan Xian in the front. A person chasing the sunset, opened the day in the middle of the night. The palace guards lean against the door, and the philosophers fall asleep. Dark clouds gather and disperse, and heavy rain ripples. Chapter III "Try Again" 92 to 129. After reflection, I think that only by carrying out American politics can the imperial dynasty have a way out. So I'll try again. (8) knocking on the door. 92 rpm 107. 16. It is divided into three sections: walking during the day, resting at night and walking in the rain. The last line of the third part is a summary. 92. I kneel down and swear that I will stick to the American policy. I made up my mind. Six lines, 93. 95. If you want to find a place to stay in the Hall of the Soul, it will soon set at night. Zero, dusk. Point out the place to stay and emphasize that it is getting late; 96. My name is He, slow whip, walking slowly to the sunset. Slow whip and slow advance. Emphasize caution. 97. The road is messy and narrow, so I have to distinguish it carefully. I want to find my way before it gets completely dark. 98. Let the horse go to the salty pool to drink water and tie the horse to the hibiscus tree. Drink horses in the dark, rest horses after class. Line 99. Break the mulberry branches and chase the sun, and Fengshen will catch up with them. After nightfall, a strong wind suddenly blew. 10 1. Phoenix screamed, and Raytheon reminded me of the rain. Thunder rumbles, couples are uneasy, and it's going to rain. 102. I let the phoenix fly and walk at night while it is still open. I got up and hurried on, hoping to reach the Heavenly Palace before it rained. Dark clouds rolled in. At this time, the dark clouds in the sky gathered with the strong wind. 104. Clouds suddenly gather, roll and change color. Dark clouds roll and Shanghai dawns. 105. He asked the guard to open the Tianmen, but he ignored it. Finally, he reached Tianmen, but the door couldn't be opened. 106. It's raining, and the sky is covered, holding orchids.

7. Write a composition on the topic of "Poetry", online, etc. Put your heart into Tang poetry.

Before the collection of poems in my hand was opened, a feeling of heartache quietly spilled over my chest, cleaning up my thoughts ...-Inscription.

Perhaps everyone is cleaning up a prosperous Tang Dynasty in their hearts, so the Chinese people's refreshing Tang suit has returned to our wardrobe, and the Mid-Autumn Festival has returned to our dresses.

Moonlight in Tang Dynasty-Comfort

I don't know who was the first person to see the moon on a moonlit night in spring. So the beauty of the moonlit night illuminates the loneliness of sleepless people. The moon is the hometown of wanderers, and the bright line at the foot of my bed is still the frost of homesickness; The moon is concerned about missing women, and in the sound of smashing clothes, the brightness is reduced every night; The moon is the friend of the lonely, the vagrant and the toaster.

The moon makes my heart beat. It turns out that the moon is a comfort to people's emotions.

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Sudden Spilling in the Tang Dynasty-Eliminating Sorrow

The poet has been attracted to raise a glass to drown his sorrows. He has changed his money for wine, but he wants to get drunk. Three cups lead to the avenue, and a fight is natural. People can get drunk with flowers all their lives and pour wine into the river in the next month. When you are drunk, you will get hurt, everyone who is drunk will be humiliated and forgotten, and the world will become cold and empty. At present, the wine is strong, and I am full of pride if I come to a pot of spirits.

Wine, let me heartache, originally at this moment you have become people's spiritual sustenance.

……

Gao Qing was a poet in the Tang Dynasty.

A pot of wine, a sword, a crescent moon, dancing and drinking all the way. Drink a fallen fairy in the Tang Dynasty and dance a sword before the Tang Dynasty. Drunk in Chang 'an, the son of heaven is hard to find, not whitewashing, not for praise, the sea laughed out of the boat, and since then you have traveled all over the country and indulged in the world.

Poet, you make my heart beat, because you are an unruly traveler.

……

Today is gone forever, and a window is dim to send the fleeting time. I am deeply moved by making a cup of chrysanthemum tea and tasting Tang Yue, Tang wine and Tang people, and my thoughts are flying at this moment.

8. I like writing poems. Poetry with more than 400 words and 450 words is a treasure in the literary treasure house. Poets at all times and all over the world have written countless beautiful poems with beautiful flowers. And what I like to read and appreciate most is ancient poetry.

We have been in contact with poetry since childhood. When I was a child, my parents told me to recite ancient poems, goose goose goose, thinking at night ... When I recite these ancient poems in a childish voice, I always feel proud to recite them. When I grow up, I will choose to read some poems by myself. Simple sentences in poems always make people daydream. Poetry transcends time and space, strikes our hearts and gives us artistic enjoyment and edification.

Many poems are like an ordinary story, sometimes insignificant, but they can be written by poets into eternal famous sentences and spread widely. This is the charm of poetry. If you want to taste poetry, you must understand the poet's life experience and even social background. It is not difficult to understand, but what you get will only be superficial and meaningless. When you really understand it, feel it and understand it, you will get endless feelings and real meaning. You can even feel that you are breathing with the poet, sharing joys and sorrows. You understand his feelings and even have the impulse to comfort him. I like poetry and poets. I like them very much.

I was deeply attracted when I read The Difficult Road in Shu. The poet's unpredictable brushwork vividly depicts the dangers of Shu Road, artistically shows the winding, majestic and rough face of ancient Shu Road, and depicts a colorful landscape painting, which is fascinating.

Du Fu's "Spring Hope" will make people sad, and war will separate people from their loved ones and leave their homes. Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer reminds people of his mother's warm care, and a burst of warmth comes to mind ... Every time I appreciate it, I can have different feelings.

This is the charm of ancient poetry, and I want to be intoxicated by the charm of this poem!

9. Write a 450-word composition on the topic of ancient poems I am familiar with. The ancients are not far away: When did my favorite historical figure, Li Qingzhao and Zhu Wenyi, Class 9 (2) of Hope Middle School in Weng 'an County, Guizhou Province, wake up? The flowers are ruthless, the sun is like blood, the piano is broken, and tears are streaming down her face.

-Inscription: The wind and rain break the clear moon, the stars fall, the sun sets, the cuckoo, and a lonely light shines in the secluded window. You didn't sleep at night. It must be the sadness of "can't move, worry too much" in your heart that dispels your drowsiness. Eyebrow, is your deep sadness. The destruction of the country has taken away the smile on your faces. You, Li Qingzhao, survived under the ravages of the world, but as an ancient woman, you cut off the weak psychology of ancient women. She didn't give up her life because of her husband's death, but lamented the loss of her country and returned home with a full moon. I admire you, your character, your loyalty to your husband and your dedication to your country. I admire you even more for being a hero who doesn't want to be a woman, but rather a hero who lives as a hero and dies as a ghost.

I admire your spirit of challenging. With your own efforts, you became the first female poet in the history of China, creating a precedent in history and proving the theory that "who says women are inferior to men". Nowadays, you are burdened with national hatred and family enmity, and you can't sleep day and night, in exchange for the haggard appearance of "people are thinner than yellow flowers".

-Poetic melody words are changeable, shining on you is better than a blue solitary lamp. Tsing Yi is plain, and you look at the moon by the window. The waning moon is like a cracked jade, and it can't be mended if it is cracked. Leng Yue is chilling. That night, you recited "yellow flowers piled on the ground, haggard and damaged." Who can pick it now? " "You are sad in your heart, but your words are not as good as Li Yu." It's easier to see without looking, and the water is gone, and everything is built in the sky and underground. "The beauty of words; Without Li He's poem "Phoenix breaks Kunshan, Lotus cries, Xianglan laughs", Fan Zhongyan's magnificent poem, General's poem "White hair and tears", Tao Yuanming's poem "Planting beans in the south of the mountain, grass full of bean sprouts" and Su Shi's poem "The wine is still in full bloom, and the temples are slightly frosty, so what! "Bold words are not as elegant as Li Bai's words" The bones of great writers are your brushes, and I grew up with you in Tianyuan ",but you have the beauty of the poem" to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night ". Nothing can eliminate this feeling, only frowning, but facing my heart. "

Those lingering words, your poems are saturated with your love for your country and your husband, your words interpret your sadness, and you can feel your strength after loneliness and pain. -One dream after another. I like the sadness in your poems, the strength after clearing your tears, your innocent heart and the deep patriotic feelings between your eyebrows. You have gone through a hard road and gained eternal beauty. Beauty exists in historical time and space, in people's lonely hearts and in books of wisdom. I hope that one day, I can inherit you

I admire Li Bai's ambition, Wen Tianxiang's patriotic spirit till death do us part, Qu Yuan's character of not colluding with the common customs, and your indomitable spirit of challenging yourself. Your beauty lies in your heart. Your heart is like a piece of jadeite jade stained with ink. It looks dirty, but it is actually pure and flawless. This is your beauty. Now, the dream has awakened, the flowers are still blooming beautifully, the blackbirds are melodious, and the red sun gradually emerging from the horizon is a prelude to the birth of a new generation of poets. I don't know, but your poems and your character will remain in my heart forever.