Write a composition with the learned ancient poems.

1. Write a 300-word composition of ancient poetry.

One morning in the fourteenth year of Tang Tianbao, warm sunshine filled Wang's small building. Li Bai, a great poet, was awakened by the birds singing in front of the window. He put on his gauze hat and red shirt, went downstairs and walked to Taohuatan. The scenic Taohuatan is embedded in the peaks, and the water quality is clear and flat as a mirror. Peach trees grow along the way from Taohuatan to Yuping Mountain in the upper reaches. In the middle of March, peach blossoms are in full bloom and colorful, reflecting the water as red as fire. Under the sunlight of the morning sun, the water splashed each other, like a rosy cloud, like a colorful dance ... When Li Bai saw all this, he couldn't help but feel relaxed and deeply intoxicated by the unique and beautiful scenery of Shan Ye. ...

After breakfast, Wang Lun, the host, specially brought a century-old Peach Blossom Lake wine to Li Bai.

Li Bai took a sip and turned red at once. He stroked his beard and praised again and again: "Good wine, good wine!"

"Looking at the pool view, bathing water and drinking pool wine, this Peach Blossom Lake is three pleasures!" Wang Lun laughed.

"Mr. Gao You? There are miles of peach blossoms here. How about your drink, sir? There are ten thousand restaurants here. Brother, thanks to your imagination, write this letter to me and trick me into coming over. "

"Otherwise, can Ann invite your great poet?"

"Shili Peach Blossom is a peach blossom ferry ten miles away from the village; Wanjia Hotel is actually a hotel run by a family named Wan. Dude, you ... "

"Do you regret it?" Wang Lun raised his face and blinked cunningly.

Li Bai took the glass and gulped it down. "Water is good, wine is good, people are better, you are happy to come, and you are happy to come, haha ..."

After dinner, Li Bai began to surf the Internet. I found an email on the Internet:

Dude:

Huangshan Mountain will be there tomorrow! tofu

"Tofu ... beans ... rot ... Du Fu!" Li Bai read it silently several times. I can't help laughing. Brother Zimei, who has always been known for his rigor, also played a joke today. Don't tell me, only Du Fu can come up with this rhyming phrase!

Li Bai packed his luggage and hurried downstairs. He couldn't bear to say goodbye to Wang Lun face to face and wanted to leave without saying goodbye.

When I arrived at Taohuatan Ferry, it began to rain, and the pool was covered with a little broken microwave oven. The trees on the shore swayed with the wind, as if they were holding out their long arms to retain Li Bai. Standing at the bow of the boat, Li Bai looked around and a faint sadness came to his mind. Will Wang Lun? ...

Suddenly, there was a faint song on the road. Li Bai listened attentively, as if several people were singing in chorus, which was very powerful. The song is high and widowed, completely suppressing the sky, and the song is low and widowed, lingering. "This song should only be in the sky. How many times can the world hear it? " Li Bai sighed. He stood on tiptoe and looked ashore. Approached, isn't that the original Wang Lun? Wearing hoes and linen clothes, followed by a large group of villagers. While singing, they closed the rhythm with their feet and hurried to the ferry. ...

As soon as Li Bai's eyes were hot, he lost his voice and shouted, "Brother Wang Lun ..." He could no longer speak.

The crowd came to the shore and stopped, but their feet were still on the ground and their hands were still beating. ...

"Li Ge, I led the whole village to send them." After a long time, the singing stopped abruptly. Wang Lun faced Li Bai, clenched his fists and held his head high.

Li Bai wiped her tears with her hand. It took him a long time to say, "Brother Wang Lun, would you like to go to Huangshan with me?"

Wang Lun didn't answer. Suddenly, he opened his mouth and sang in a clear voice: "Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road ..." At this time, all the villagers sang down-to-earth with Wang Lun's music.

Li Bai could no longer restrain his feelings and burst into tears. He adjusted his cloak, turned his head to one side and waved to the boatman. The ship slowly left. ...

"The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is over the mountain ..." The song continued. Li Bai looked at the folks on the shore and the deep peach blossom pool, as if thinking about something. ...

Wang Lun returned home, turned on the computer, and found an email "for Wang Lun" from Li Baifa:

Li Bai was just about to leave when he heard a farewell song from the shore. Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.

Wang Lun said to himself after reading it: "Brother Li is really a literary genius and a hero in poetry! How can I compare with him? "

2. Write the learned poem into a 400-word essay. There is a beautiful place deep in the mountains. There is a small village where people work at sunrise, rest at sunset, help each other and live a harmonious, carefree and free life. There is a meadow in front of the village, and six or seven miles of grassland in Fiona Fang. There is green grass, as if it were spread out. There is little dirt on all sides. Cattle and sheep will go up the slope for a while and come down for a while. Wherever they went, the prairie added a harmonious scene. The lines of those small slopes are so soft, just like Chinese paintings painted in green without ink lines. Suddenly, a wonderful flute sounded in the evening breeze. I heard this and left. I found a shepherd boy riding on the back of an ox and playing the flute happily. That flute. At this time, I couldn't bear to go over and interrupt the wonderful music. At dusk, the shepherd boy came home for dinner, and he wolfed it down. His mother said to him, "Eat slowly and stop choking!" " "After a while, he was full, and then he hurried to the direction of the big grass, even without taking off his hemp fiber. In a short time, the grass echoed with melodious flute, the bright moon was in the sky, and the shepherd boy was completely immersed in cheerful music. The moon is also happy for him, shedding countless bright moonlight on the earth.

It is best to write a 300-word composition around an ancient poem. I have written before, that is, from a distance, the side of the mountain becomes a peak, and the distance is different.

Now there is a craze for learning ancient poems in schools. However, some students only pay attention to the number of ancient poems memorized, but they don't know much about them, and even have many wrong words. I use it; Fifth, reading and learning poetry; The effect is very good. Let me tell you how I taught Wang Anshi's Yuan Ri by myself.

I teach myself ancient poetry in five steps. The first step is to read the whole poem. When reading, I encounter new words; Hey; It is good to learn. Second, read carefully. I find out the key words I don't understand in every sentence, such as; Tu Su, cloudy day, new peach, old symbol; Wait, read the notes or find out what they mean. The third step is translation and reading. When reading, say the meaning of each line of poetry. The fourth step is to read through. Connect the meaning of each poem and tell the meaning of the whole poem. The fifth step is reading. Look at the brief analysis, understand the background of the author writing this poem, imagine the scenery described in the author's poem when reading, and then think about what thoughts and feelings the poem expresses. January Day reminds me of Wang Anshi's political reform seen in extracurricular books. It turned out that he wrote this poem to reflect his old ideas. Finally, I memorized the whole poem.

Never swallow ancient poems by yourself. If you don't ask for answers, you will learn by rote and get too little.

4. Choose an ancient poem learned in primary school and write an article (about 400 words). Unconsciously, the summer heat has quietly gone away, and the rustling autumn wind sometimes permeates the streets and alleys of Luoyang. Yellowing leaves can no longer perch on trees and look into the distance. As the autumn wind blows in the air, they ripple aimlessly. I don't know where they will end up, adding nutrients to the growth of which tree next year. The grass's body also turned yellow and lost its former luster. Migratory birds fly south in droves, and occasionally one or two songs cut through the quiet sky. It's getting colder and colder, and people put on autumn clothes.

The poet Zhang Ji stood at the entrance of the inn and looked south-what is his hometown like now? He looked and thought as usual, but unconsciously his eyes were sore, and his homesickness could not help but invade Zhang Ji's heart.

"Autumn is coming, autumn is coming ..." He murmured. As he spoke, he remembered the Mid-Autumn Festival again. The more he thought about it, the more sad he became. The figure of an old mother, the voice of a young son who was not sensible, and the words of his wife before he left. ...

"Write a letter home," Zhang Ji turned and walked back to the inn. "Don't let my family worry about me." Write as you say. He quickly spread out the rice paper, dipped in a brush, and held a pen in his hand. However, I really don't know how to write a thousand ideas. A pen dipped in good ink stagnated in the air.

"What to write? How are the old mother, wife and children? " Thinking about thinking, Zhang Ji's nose was sour, and a few drops of bitter tears flowed out unwillingly. ...

The next day, Zhang Ji held the written letter in his arms as if it were his treasure. Find the messenger, Zhang Ji handed the letter with both hands, and repeatedly told:

"Be careful on the road and be sure to give this letter to your family."

"Ok, don't worry."

The messenger turned and mounted his horse to go. Zhang Ji seems to suddenly think of something. He asked for the letter again, opened it again, read it again and again, and said something to himself. Finally, when he was sure that nothing was lost, he gave it to the messenger.

The messenger whipped the horse and galloped away. Zhang Jixiang made a statue and stood on the side of the road for a long time without leaving. ...

Hope to adopt (Qiu Si)

5. The pleasure of learning ancient poetry: 300 compositions are like wearing, sand is like wind, mountains are still the faint green hills, or the blue of Chinese civilization. Five thousand years of cultural heritage, like a pot of fragrant teas, makes you unconsciously intoxicated. You don't need to "look for him in the crowd for thousands of Baidu, and suddenly look back, but it is already in the dim light."

Untie three autumn leaves-the wind dances and clears the sleeves, winding around the beam.

Move branches and create chaos,

Blowing flowers to send fragrance far away.

"Who has seen the wind? You haven't seen it, nor have I, but whenever the tree nods and bows, that's where the wind goes.

If it is a border desert where "the desert is lonely and the long river sets the yen", there is wind flying in the yellow sand all over the sky; If it is the vast Yangtze River, the stormy waves are lapping on the shore and rolling up thousands of piles of snow, that is, the wind is roaming in the fierce waves.

Where the wind tracks, it stops. A formal sentence: "Why should the flute blame the willow? The spring breeze doesn't pass through Yumen Pass? " It has long been a famous sentence.

Flowers, safflower and purple flowers compete for wheat straw flowers

"The flowers in the forest withered in spring, and I was very anxious."

After singing the last ancient poem, I calmly left, resulting in a poem "Burying Flowers". "There is no sad song for me, I don't know if the flowers fall and people die."

The poet Du Fu wrote a fascinating poem "Looking for flowers by the river alone" and met Li Guinian in Jiangnan.

"It's the beauty of the south of the Yangtze River, and we meet when the flowers fall."

The west wind blows, and chrysanthemums smell cold everywhere. It is the magnificence of the scene of "Tianxiang permeates Chang 'an and the city is full of golden flowers" that makes the poet Huang Chao sigh, "If I were Di Qing next year, I would be rewarded with peach blossoms. "

The forest is covered with snow.

"One piece after another, two pieces, three pieces, four or five pieces, six pieces, seven pieces and eight or nine pieces all flew into the reed flowers and disappeared."

Cen Can, a famous poet, wrote with heavy snow in "Running by the Road": "The bow became stiff and almost impossible to draw out, and it was all protected by iron clothes, so it was cold and difficult". He described the wonder of flying snow in August as "the sand sea deepens the ice and the clouds condense inward", and even "like the spring breeze, the petals of ten thousand pear trees blow open at night" as romantic and strange.

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Li Taibai drank with the moon alone "until, holding up my cup, I asked the moon to bring me my shadow and make the three of us." Since ancient times, it has been dragging its feelings on the moon. Homesickness is far away. It is the bitter yearning of "I am worried about the bright moon" that melts all the sadness and sighs into the moonlight.

"He knows that the dew will frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! "Within the four seas, the sky is under the moon and the moonlight is like water.

On the Mid-Autumn Festival, the autumn dew wet the moonlight. It must be "the moon is bright tonight, I don't know that Qiu Si fell into the water." "Su E, a young woman, is cold-resistant and fights in the frost."

Sigh "I hope people will live for a long time, thousands of miles away." Beautiful ancient poems let me be there, and I found happiness in learning ancient poems.

6. Essay on an ancient poem "Hey, this is their safe and comfortable home! The youngest son is lying on the stream peeling lotus leaves to eat, muttering: "The world is delicious. The lotus leaves are crowded and dancing. Look, a tall and graceful figure is reflected in the stream. Looking at it, there is still a large piece of rice seedlings! In the room, I changed the Qingpingle village residence into a composition and said happily, "This year must be a bumper harvest. In autumn, I want to surprise my parents and brothers! " The second son is sitting under the big cypress tree knitting a chicken coop. Who's that? It turned out to be a big cypress tree in front of the stream, but it is getting younger and more beautiful! After listening to this, grandma climbed onto the roof, hoping to help a crystal-clear stream that gurgles around the small village all year round. On both sides of the stream! "Look, he is busy! If you are not satisfied with these, covered with green grass and lotus leaves, I will bring them to my parents and brothers! While knitting, he thought, wait until the chicken coop is built? " At this time, the sun has been shining high. The eldest son is very diligent and grows beans in the fields by the stream! Next to the cypress, there is a big green disc. A breeze blows gently, and the rooster can live in it. Did he do anything wrong today? He came back to please me. A small hut said that there was no coke and made a lot of big pumpkins. Behind the house is a lush pine forest, and white-haired grandfathers and grandmothers are whispering with wine. Grandpa smiled and said to grandma, but continued to ask. If satisfied: "Don't say it. Looking at the newly sprouted seedlings, the eldest son threw off a sweat.

7. How to write a 300-word composition adapted from an ancient poem? Ye Shaoweng wants to visit his friends and visit his private garden today to see if spring has come, so he went to a friend's house.

At the door of a friend's house, the poet tapped Chai Men, but no one answered the door for a long time. The poet thought, "Maybe my friend loves moss too much, and he is afraid that the beam of my wooden shoes will trample the moss, so he won't open the door." Oh, what a shame!

The poet was about to leave when he found a beautiful red apricot sticking out of the wall, as if to say, "Look how beautiful I am, all loves!" "The poet looked happy and thought," Wow, this apricot blossom is really beautiful! Presumably all loves! "There are green grass, green leaves and colorful flowers. It's beautiful. If only I could go in and have a look! Ah, often all good things can't be caged, and they can always come out. When the poet thought of this, he sang a poem: "You should pity your dog's teeth and seal your hair, and Chai Fei will not leave for a long time." The spring garden can't be closed, and an apricot is out of the wall. " A smile slowly appeared on the poet's face.

Although the poet didn't see the person he wanted to visit at the age of 18, he was not disappointed at all because he found spring.

8. Write this ancient poem into a 300-word composition. The sparkling lake rippled. Sister Liu by the lake used this clear water as a mirror to gently comb her hair. The sun shines on the lake, and there are golden waves on the lake, and ripples are naughty floating around the lake. Look, the fish in the water are playing happily, and the tadpoles are looking for their mother everywhere. Look, there are a pair of big dragonflies parked there, looking at the beautiful scenery. Listen, the birds are constantly admiring the beautiful scenery, and the singing oriole is also singing this beautiful song to the foreign objects around him. This song seems to intoxicate them; This song seems to bother them; This song seems to make them fall asleep in this song. On the river bank, the green grass is dense, the refreshing breeze is blowing, and the grass is dancing, which is beautiful. The mountains in the distance are undulating, just like a charming landscape painting, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

Suddenly, a burst of laughter broke the silent scenery. There is a boat floating in the distance, and there are two laughing children sitting on it. One of them is wearing a red Chinese-style chest covering, the other is wearing a white shirt, and both of them are barefoot. An older child put away his penny, stopped his paddle and sat in the middle of the fishing boat, which gradually stopped. One child said to another, "The boat is in the middle of the lake now. Without paddles and poles, what can we do now to move the boat forward? " Another Chinese character is holding his chin and thinking quietly. "Oh, yes, let's use an umbrella to push the boat forward!" With that, he quickly took out his umbrella from the cabin and opened it. He held it high and let the wind blow on it. The wind pushed the fishing boat. In this way, the fishing boat moved slowly.

Passers-by saw it and thought in surprise: Is it raining now? What are these two children doing with umbrellas? Oh, no wonder everyone takes umbrellas when it doesn't rain. Originally, it was not to shelter from the wind and rain, but to use the wind to let the ship move forward. These passers-by thought about it and couldn't help praising the two children, saying that they were smart and worthy of admiration.

When these passers-by looked back again, their fishing boats had gone away, leaving only some ripples on the water.

9. Write a 300-word sentence with the ancient poems learned in the second volume of the eighth grade. Ancient poetry after class in seventh grade ◎ 1. Mulan's poems (Guo Maoqian's Yuefu Poems) chirp, and Mulan compiled them into a family.

I don't smell the loom, just ask the woman to sigh. Ask a woman what she thinks and what she remembers.

Women have nothing to think about, and women have nothing to remember. Last night, I saw the military post, and Khan ordered more soldiers. The military books have 12 volumes, all with the names of lords.

Grandpa has no eldest son, Mulan has no big brother, and she is willing to be a pommel horse, so she will sign for him from now on. Buy horses in the east, saddles in the west, reins in the south and whip in the north.

When I said goodbye to my parents, I was by the Yellow River at dusk. I didn't hear my parents calling for a female voice, but I heard the Yellow River splashing. Say goodbye to the Yellow River and go to Montenegro at dusk. I didn't hear my parents calling for a female voice, but I heard Yanshan Hu riding a horse.

Wan Li to Rongji, the mountain is flying. The breath of the new moon is golden, and the cold light is iron.

The general died in battle, and the strong man returned in ten years. See you later, the son of heaven is sitting in the hall.

Policy 12 turn, before reward 100. Khan asked him what he wanted, and Mulan didn't need Shang Shulang; I am willing to send my son back to his hometown.

Hearing the news of my daughter, I went out to help Guo; When Sister A heard that Sister Mei was coming, she became a nurse in red. When I heard my sister coming, I sharpened my knife at pigs and sheep. Open my east pavilion door, sit on my west pavilion bed, take off my wartime robe, wear my old clothes, be the window manager, and paint yellow on the mirror.

When I went out to meet the fire companions, I was both surprised and busy: I spent twelve years together, but I didn't know Mulan was a girl. Male rabbits have messy feet and female rabbits have blurred eyes; When two rabbits walk side by side, can I tell if I am a male or a female? ○ {Appreciation: "Mulan Poetry" shows Mulan's extraordinary experience of joining the army and returning home as her father with deep feelings and narrative, contrast and rendering techniques.

Central idea: Through the narration of Hua Mulan's joining the army, going to the battlefield and returning to her hometown as her father, this poem has shaped Hua Mulan's image as a heroine who loves her family, loves her country, doesn't care about fame and fortune, and understands the righteousness, and embodies the excellent quality of the Chinese nation's diligence, kindness, fortitude and simplicity. 2. Miscellaneous Poems in the Mountain (Wu Jun) See smoke in the mountain and sunset in the bamboo.

Birds fly happily to the eaves and white clouds float out of the window. 3. Zhuliguan (Wang Wei) I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the pipa and humming a song.

It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. 4. Emei Mountain Moon Song (Li Bai) Emei Mountain is half moon and autumn, and it is reflected in Pingqiang River.

In the evening, Qingxi went to the Three Gorges, but the four gentlemen did not see Yuzhou. One spring night, I heard the flute (Li Bai) in Los Angeles, and the sound of the flute was as dark and scattered as the spring breeze in Los Angeles.

In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick. 6. The hometown (Cen Can) of "Going to Beijing to Take the Exam" has a long way to go, and the dragon bell with double sleeves cries.

I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe. 7. Xixi Chuzhou (Wei) lives alone next to Youcaoxi, and there are orioles singing on the trees.

The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing. 8. "Going Down the River" (Du Fu) is a common occurrence in Qi Wang's family, but Cui has heard it several times before.

Never thought, in this Jiangnan scenic area; It is the season of falling flowers, and I can meet you, an old acquaintance. 9. Seeing Master Che Ling (Liu Changqing) out of the temple, the late bell chimed in the depths of the bamboo forest.

The sunset with a hat gradually returned to Qingshan. 10. Yorke (Zhao Shixiu) It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond.

It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess pieces bored and shook the wick of an oil lamp. 1 1. On Poetry (Zhao Yi) Du Li's poems are widely circulated and are not new so far.

There are talented people in the Jiangshan generation, and every leader has been working for hundreds of years. Grade 8: Wang Yue (Dongyue Mount Tai) Mount Tai is magnificent! ? Out of Qilu, green peaks can still be seen.

The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north. Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes. ..

Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet. Wang Yue (Xiyue Huashan) Xiyue Ridge is venerable, and the peaks stand like children and grandchildren.

Immortal staff, how can you climb Huashan to the Jade Buddha Temple with it? You can enter the trunk valley and it is difficult to return, but the peak is like the tail of an arrow, which is difficult to climb.

When the weather is a little cooler, climb to the top of the mountain and see Yamamoto. Wang Yue (Hengshan, Nanyue) was awarded the title of Zhu Bird in Nanyue. According to Hundred Wang Ji, Hong Ling Cave is a semi-inflammatory place. Fangbang's family sacrifice ceremony is held in Germany, Africa and Xinxiang. Why are you lonely? If you are in danger, you will die today. I will go to the world. The more you walk, the more thirsty you get, and the more you walk out of the cliff. Beside the clear light, five statues of Zhu Rong are low, and the purple cover is not long.

Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.

Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin. Returning to the garden at the foot of Nanshan to plant beans, the grass is full of bean seedlings.

The morning star is ridiculous. Take Yuelian home. The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes.

It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will. Sail from Jingmen Ferry and bid farewell to your friends at Jingmen Ferry. Soon you will be with southerners.

At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness. The moon is lifted like a mirror, and clouds are everywhere.

The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles. Don't laugh at the peasant wine in Shanxi village, and leave enough chickens and dolphins in good years.

There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay. Xiao Gu followed the Spring Club and dressed simply and quaint.

In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane. It is a country that has lived for a long time to get on a bicycle in cold weather and want to ask questions.

Pengpeng also floated out of Korea, and the geese heading north also flew into the sky. The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen.

Xiao Guan rides every time, and everyone is in Yanran. The ten ancient poems after the book are 1. Long songs are Sunflowers in the Qingqing Garden of Han Yuefu. Morning dew waits for the sun.

Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity. I am always afraid that when the cold autumn comes, the trees in Ye Er will turn yellow and the grass will wither.

A hundred rivers go east to the sea, when will they return to the west? A lazy youth, a lousy age.

2. Wang Jidong's hope is slim, and the apprentice (migration) depends on it. Trees are all autumn colors, and mountains are only sparkling.

The shepherd brought the calf back, and the fierce horse brought the bird back. Care for no acquaintances, Long song pregnant with Cai Wei.

3. Early cold river, Huainan geese fall to Meng Haoran, and the water is cold with the north wind. My home is wandering by the river, and the sea of clouds is far away.

Tears of homesickness in the journey, see the back of the sail on the horizon. The smoke in the wind blurs where the ferry can be, and the vast river ripples in the sunset.

The king of Dongting introduced the prime minister Haoran, where the lake in August and the heaven are the same air. Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang.

I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age. Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish.

5. The Yellow Crane Tower, the place where the Yellow Crane carried saints to heaven a long time ago, Cui Hao, is now the only one left. The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years.

Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass. But I looked at my hometown, and the twilight was getting thicker, and the mist of sadness was filled on the river waves.

6. Li Bai bid farewell to his friends, with blue mountains in the north and white water in the east. Here you must leave me, drift away, and sign alone.

Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic. With a wave of his hand, he will be separated from now on, and his friend on horseback will carry him on a long journey, blowing a long wind, as if reluctant to leave.

7. Autumn Ci Liu Yuxi From ancient times to the present, autumn is sad and lonely. I say autumn is better than spring. There is no one in the clear sky in Wan Li, and a crane, Ling Yunfei, has aroused my meditation on the blue sky.

8. Lushan Tourism Mei Yao Chen is comfortable in Shan Ye, and Qian Shan is high and low. Along the way, the mountain range in front of me is constantly changing, and a person is immersed in the winding and deep wild road, but forgets where to go.

The sun rises, the snow melts, the mountains look more silent and empty, the silly bear is slowly climbing the tree, and the deer is leisurely sipping the stream. Where is he? There are chickens outside the cloud.

9. The orchid buds under the Sushi Mountain in Huanxi are immersed in the stream for a short time, and the Songjiansha Road is quiet and mud-free. It rained at dusk.

Who said that?

10. 300 words of ancient poetry like writing, sand like wind, mountains or faint green hills, or the blue of Chinese civilization. Five thousand years of cultural heritage, like a pot of fragrant teas, was intoxicated unconsciously. There is no need to "look for him in the crowd for thousands of Baidu, and suddenly look back, but it is already in the dim light."

Solve the three autumn leaves-the wind dances and clears the sleeves, and sings around the beam.

Move branches and create chaos,

Blowing flowers to send fragrance far away.

"Who has seen the wind? You didn't, and I didn't see it, but whenever the tree nods and bows, that's where the wind goes.

If it is a border desert where "the desert is lonely and the long river sets the yen", there is wind flying in the yellow sand all over the sky; If it is the vast Yangtze River, the stormy waves are lapping on the shore and rolling up thousands of piles of snow, that is, the wind is roaming in the fierce waves.

The wind makes it disappear, and it stops wherever it goes. The formal sentence "* Why bother to complain about the willow flute? The spring breeze is just like Yumenguan." This is a famous saying that has been circulating for a long time.

Flowers, safflower and purple flowers compete for wheat straw flowers

"Hua Lin thanked Chunhong and left in a hurry."

After singing the last song, the ancient poetry calmly left, resulting in a "Burying Flowers". "There is no sad song for me, and I don't know whether the flowers have fallen or died."

The poet Du Fu wrote a fascinating poem "Looking for Riverside Flowers Alone" and met Li Guinian in Jiangnan.

"It's the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and it's the season of falling flowers."

The west wind blows, and chrysanthemums are cold and fragrant everywhere. It is the magnificence of the scene that "the fragrance of heaven permeates Chang 'an and the city is full of golden flowers" that makes the poet Huang Chao sigh, "If I were Di Qing next year, my newspaper would blossom peach blossoms. "

The forest is covered with snow.

"One after another, two pieces, three pieces, four or five pieces. Six pieces, seven pieces, eight or nine pieces, flew into the reed flower and disappeared. "

Cen Can, a famous poet, wrote the poem "The bow becomes stiff, it is almost impossible to draw it out, and the iron clothes are difficult to protect" with heavy snow in "Running by the Road". It depicts the wonders of flying snow in August, in which "the sand sea deepens with unfathomable ice and gloomy clouds sink inward". There is also the strangeness of "like a strong wind in spring, blowing at night and blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees".

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Drinking alone with the moon, Li Taibai "until, holding up my cup, I asked the moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us." Since ancient times, dragging the moon to send love. Homesickness is far away, and it is the bitter yearning of "worrying about the country and the people and the bright moon" that melts all my sorrows and sighs into the moonlight.

"He knows that the dew will frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! "Within the four seas, the bright moon is in the sky, homesick at night, and the moonlight is like water.

On the Mid-Autumn Festival, the autumn dew wet the moonlight. I wonder if Qiu Si fell into the water tonight. "The young woman Su E is cold-resistant, and the frost fights in the middle of the month."

I sighed, "I wish people a long time and a thousand miles of scenery." Beautiful ancient poems let me be there, and I found happiness in learning ancient poems. the second

As long as I can remember, I have an inexplicable affection for ancient poetry. Because every poem can not only clarify profound truth for us, but also read fluently. I have an indissoluble bond with ancient poetry.

The first poem I learned was Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night. In just 20 words, the homesickness of the wanderer was vividly expressed. I have read it so far, and it is still fresh in my memory. The enlightenment of this poem may be one of the reasons why I like ancient poetry.

Since I was in primary school, my mother, a teacher, has frequently bought me extracurricular reading materials, among which Three Hundred Tang Poems is my favorite. Sad "Pecking Wood Song", sad "Jiangchengzi" and melancholy "Spring Rain" ... make me like ancient poetry more and more.

When I was in the first grade, although the study task was heavy, I always took more time to read ancient poems. Therefore, I am more interested in Chinese. Throughout the first day of junior high school, I turned over 300 Tang poems.

By the second day of junior high school, I was busier in my study. I thought I had a deep foundation in ancient poetry, so I became proud. I didn't study hard, which caused my Chinese grades to plummet. But instead of learning ancient poetry, I regarded it as my "enemy". Until the third grade, the worse my grades were, I began to regret and re-attach myself to ancient poetry. I thought to myself, I must make use of the advantages of ancient poetry to make up for my shortcomings. However, contrary to expectations, the ancient poetry of grade three is more difficult to understand and recite. Once, the teacher asked me to recite Snow White from Farewell to Tian Shuji Wu's Home, but I didn't recite it. I looked down, blushed, looked at the author "Cen Can" and wanted to eat it! But I took more classes, and I thought: Why can't I recite that poem? I used to be able to recite 300 Tang poems in capitals. Did I delay too much in the second grade? Didn't I regain my confidence in ancient poetry? I asked myself for a long time, and finally realized that I didn't work hard enough! So as soon as I got home from school and finished my homework, I began to recite poems. Finally, when we were studying a song "Song of Running the Horse River" in Farewell to General Feng of the Western Expedition, I recited the whole text word for word and was praised by the teacher. From then on, my confidence was more abundant, and I secretly vowed to enter a higher realm of poetry. When reading Cen Can's poems, I realized the poet's delicate feelings: the soldiers guarding the border are not afraid of the cold to defend their country, their friends are depressed when they leave, and the soldiers who have left their homes are prepared for danger in times of peace ... The famous sentence "Like the spring breeze, the night comes, and the petals of ten thousand pear trees blow open" seems to be written in spring, but in fact it is written in snow, which has a deep meaning.