Li Qingzhao’s 300-word essay describing the dream-like scene

1. Description of three scenes in Li Qingzhao’s dream

One morning, Li Qingzhao wanted to go out and play, so he called his friends out for a walk. They rowed to the On the pavilion by the lake, the lake there is so beautiful. For a while, the lake surface is as quiet as a mirror. For a while, a breeze blows over, and the lake surface has ripples like fish scales, sparkling. There are also beautiful lotus leaves on the lake. It is true that "the lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are uniquely red when reflecting the sun." The lotus leaves are graceful, tall, short, big, small, crowded and overlapping, and the lotus is even more beautiful, with its light red petals. Stretching out all around, there are golden lotus pods growing in the center of the flower.

Li Qingzhao clapped his hands and pointed at the fish in the water and said, "Look, look, there are all kinds of small fish playing in the water!" There are yellow fish, black fish, and orange fish. They were fascinated by the fish swimming leisurely and contentedly.

There are tall willow trees growing beside the lake embankment. When the wind blows, the willow trees will flutter their "hair" and make people admire them. Li Qingzhao said, "Since the scenery is so beautiful, why not have some fun with wine?" They brought wine and food from the boat to the pavilion, where they ate, drank, composed poems, and guessed the drinking order. They had a great time.

Before they knew it, it was dark, the sky was full of stars, and the ground seemed to be covered by a gentle black carpet. At this time, they were anxious and hurriedly groped their way onto the boat. After rowing, they came to the lotus pond. Li Qingzhao touched it and said, "No, why are there flowers?" They rowed back again, but they were caught by another lotus leaf. They rowed desperately again, and the sound of splashing water was loud and clear. "Pop tom tom" frightened many sand gulls and egrets flying away, and they kept laughing "haha". They had so much fun playing it!

I sat in the creek pavilion and admired the various lotus flowers. I felt that I was deeply attracted by the lotus flowers in front of me - some were shy and ready to bloom, and the pink buds were fresh and cute. Some of them had just bloomed, and a few butterflies couldn't wait to get in. The oval stamens inside were about an inch long. The lotus in full bloom is as white and tender as a baby's smiling face, sweet, pure and lovable. As for the lotus that had bloomed lively before, although the petals have withered, the lotus pods are still standing upright among the lotus leaves. The lotus pods are studded with small emerald-like green particles, which are the seeds that breed new life. Looking from a distance, a lotus looks like a big family that lives together for generations. These scenes constitute a poetic "Summer Lotus Picture".

Looking at this wonderful scene, I was deeply intoxicated. I seemed to have turned into a lotus, dancing gracefully in the breeze. I sat in the creek pavilion and enjoyed the beautiful scenery that can only be found in heaven and earth, while tasting the thousand-year-old wine. I didn't expect that I would be so drunk. After just a few drinks, I was so drunk that I couldn't sit still. I just felt like my body was floating in the air, as if I had arrived in a fairyland on earth. I feel like I am so happy and like a god!

Unknowingly, the sky had gradually dimmed. It was not until my interest was almost exhausted by the passage of time that I remembered that it was time to go home. I waddled onto the boat. But at this time, I was still a little drunk and had already forgotten the route home. I had no choice but to rely on my hazy memories to move forward. But the hand that shakes the oar does not obey the command. You ask it to swing the oar to the north, but it goes against you and swings the oar to the south. You ask it to swing the oar to the south, but it swings to the north instead. The boat stumbled as it moved, like a child who had just learned to walk. Unexpectedly, I actually rocked the boat deep into the lotus root.

At this time, I broke out in a cold sweat, and suddenly woke up from the wine. I saw that I was deep in the lotus flowers, surrounded by lotus flowers. I suddenly panicked and didn't know what to do. I rocked the boat and oars desperately, but the lotus was taller than me, so no matter how I rowed, it was of no avail. But the sound of my oar startled a group of waterbirds in the lotus leaves, and they flew up into the sky.

I collapsed in the cabin like a deflated rubber ball. What should I do in this uninhabited environment? Finally, I had to spend the long night in the cabin.

That night is deeply imprinted in my mind! 2. Translate Li Qingzhao's "Like a Dream" into a short essay of 300 words

It is already late spring, the wind is blowing hard but the rain is sparse.

The wind was very strong last night, accompanied by light rain.

I drank some wine at night and fell into a deep sleep. When I woke up, I was still slightly drunk and looked lazy. I couldn’t help but think of the rain and wind last night, and there was still something hidden in my heart. Worry.

After experiencing the wind and rain, I really wanted to know if the petals of the crabapples in the garden were falling off, which was unbearable to face.

I didn’t want spring to pass so quickly, so I called the maid.

I can’t bear to ask but I can’t help but wonder, how is Begonia doing last night? Unexpectedly, Haitang was still the same, which surprised me. Although I longed for Begonia to remain the same in my heart, I also understood that after the storm, the flowers will wither. Her answer gave me an unexpected surprise. Her nonchalant answer showed that she still didn't understand my thoughts.

Do you know? Do you know? This is late spring, and it was windy and rainy last night, so the begonia flowers will definitely not remain the same. The flowers on the branches were replaced by green leaves. The colorful sights and colors of spring, the many incomparable beautiful things in spring, and the joyful mood in spring have all been replaced and will never return. 3. Write down the poem "Ru Meng Ling" and imagine the scene it depicts. Write it into a 300-word composition

I often remember the happy times of my childhood. The red sun is setting in the west, and the sunset is shining on the creek pavilion. The tourists who have been playing for a day are gradually going back, but as a young man, I am reluctant to leave and linger. Maybe it's because I've just had a good drink and my drunkenness is still lingering; or maybe it's because the scenery is pleasant and intoxicating, and I'm ready to go back on the boat after having fun. The lotus blooming on the lake smiled at me, and the gentle evening breeze pushed my boat forward. I couldn't help but swing my oars and paddle forward. Li Qingzhao clapped his hands and pointed at the fish in the water and said, "Look, look, there are all kinds of small fish playing in the water!" There are yellow fish, black fish, and orange fish. Those fish are leisurely and contented. While swimming, there are beautiful lotus leaves on the lake. The lotus leaves are graceful and graceful, tall, short, big, small, crowded and overlapping. The lotus is more beautiful, with light red petals spreading out around, and golden lotus pods growing in the center of the flower. It was really "the lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are exceptionally red."

They were fascinated by it. I just looked at the beautiful scenery on both sides of the Taiwan Strait, but I lost my way unknowingly and accidentally strayed into the depths of the lotus. No, they rowed desperately again, and suddenly there was a splashing sound on the water. It turned out that the sand gulls and herons on the beach were disturbed by my wandering boat, and they all flew away in fright. 4. Expand your imagination based on Li Qingzhao's "Like a Dream" and use your own words to describe the scene at that time.

I sat in front of the window and stared blankly at the drizzle outside the window, thinking of my own girl The comfortable life of the times.

I remember it was a summer day. I got excited, prepared a pot of sprinkles and a small cup, put on my cloak, rowed a boat, and went to a small pavilion in the lotus pond to play. The scene was simply beautiful: the lotus pond was blooming with various lotus flowers, some were shyly waiting to bloom, and their pink buds were fresh and cute; some had just bloomed, and a few butterflies couldn't wait to get in; as for the blooming lotus, White, pure, sweet, and endearing; and although the petals of the previously blooming lotus have withered, the lotus pods are still standing upright among the lotus leaves, and the lotus pods are studded with small emerald-like particles. The seeds of new life... I was deeply attracted by the beautiful scenery in front of me. I took a sip and recited a poem by Yang Wanli who lived at the same time as me: "The lotus leaves connecting to the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red!" While sipping, reciting poems and admiring the scenery, I felt so happy.

In a blink of an eye, the sun was setting. I quickly packed up my things and got on the boat to go home. Unexpectedly, because I drank too much and drank too much, I accidentally fell into the depths of the lotus pond without distinguishing between east, west and north. Hey, where is this? I turned around and rowed, and turned and turned, and then turned to the original place. My head was getting more and more dizzy! Looking up again, there were already several stars shining in the sky. I was very anxious: What should I do? what to do? Mom and dad are still waiting for me to come home for dinner!

I am afraid that the sound of my paddle hitting the water was too loud, which actually startled a group of sleeping water birds. Timidly, it flapped its wings and flew away to find another place to live. The braver ones flew up to "snoop" for a while, and then continued to return to their nests to have their sweet dreams. It seemed to understand that I was a lost little girl and was not a threat to it.

And some kind-hearted people shouted "Oh" a few times, as if to remind me: "Calm down, calm down, you will go home!" It's really strange, my mind suddenly became deserted, not as chaotic as before .

After a lot of twists and turns, I finally returned home...

That experience was really unforgettable for me!

On a sunny day, I rowed my boat to a pavilion by the stream to have a party with my friends. We had a great time chatting while drinking. The scenery around the pavilion is beautiful. Some of the fish in the pond are running through the water plants, as if they are playing hide-and-seek. They are having so much fun, and some of the fish are even jumping up and down and doing somersaults! I don’t feel tired at all, as if I am competing to see who can jump higher; some fish gather together as if they are having a meeting. The green trees beside the pond all stood up straight, as if they were holding a beauty contest. I am admiring it intently. Maybe it's because the scenery here is so beautiful; or because I looked too seriously, it was getting dark. I didn't realize it myself, but my partner reminded me that it was time to go home. On the way, I don’t know whether I drank too much or the scenery here was too charming. I had already forgotten the way home. Following the flow of the stream, I accidentally strayed into the depths of the lotus. It was getting late, so I anxiously took the oar and rowed hurriedly, looking for the way I came. At this time, I saw that the lotus leaf was like a maze and I couldn't get out no matter how I walked. The lotus leaf is like a green jade plate, holding the lotus on it. At this time, I no longer had any interest in admiring the boat and was rowing anxiously. I don’t know if it was because the water was too noisy or something that frightened the waterbirds parked on the lotus leaves so much that they flapped their wings and flew up. They all messed up and collided with each other. Together. Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but get inspired by poetry, and wrote the poem "Like a Dream": I often remember the sunset in the creek pavilion, and I am so drunk that I don't know the way back. Returning to the boat late after all the fun, I strayed into the depths of lotus flowers. Fighting for the crossing, fighting for the crossing, startling a group of gulls and herons. 5. Rewrite "Like a Dream" in Scenery Composition 300-400

Rewrite "Like a Dream"

One summer morning, Li Qingzhao was sitting alone in an antique pavilion, looking far away Looking at the beautiful scenery in the lake, she couldn't help but think of the scene a few days ago when she and her friends were drinking and admiring flowers.

It was a summer afternoon, and Li Qingzhao and her friends were paddling a boat and enjoying the scenery on the lake. In the middle of the lake, the sky is covered with green, and the lotus leaves are crowded together, like big round umbrellas spread out on the water. Delicate lotus flowers emerge from the middle of the lotus leaves in various shapes, like flawless jade. Some have only a greenish-white bud, shy and ready to bloom; some are only half-opened, with some petals scattered and others clustered around the stamens, like a man in a long gown, "still holding a pipa half in his arms". The beauties with "covered faces"; those who are fully opened, dancing like girls in pure white clothes; those whose petals have fallen off, revealing green lotus pods, and the small holes on the lotus seeds seem to be small mouths, opening Open your throat and shout: "I'm mature, come and pick it!" The lotus exudes a fresh and elegant fragrance, attracting butterflies to play. Small fish jumped happily in the clear lake water, and ripples appeared on the surface of the lake. Li Qingzhao and his friends rowed a small boat among lotus leaves and smelled the fragrance. They couldn't help but sing: "It's quiet in the lotus pond..." Li Qingzhao and his friends enjoyed the beautiful scenery, sang songs, and drank wine. , indulge in the summer lotus picture.

As time goes by, the setting sun gradually converges its light and becomes gentle, like a big red lantern with soft flames, hanging on the horizon. Only then did Li Qingzhao and her friends realize that it was getting dark. Li Qingzhao hurriedly said: "It's getting dark. My parents will be worried if we don't go back." "That's right." Her friends agreed. Li Qingzhao picked up the oar and rowed desperately. His friends also shouted: "Pull quickly! Row quickly!" However, because it was dark and Li Qingzhao was a little drunk, he accidentally rowed the boat deep into the lotus. . Everyone was rushing to paddle, rushing to paddle, and almost overturned the boat, causing a big splash. The water birds that were resting nearby were frightened by the splash, spread their white wings, and flew up. Some of them flapped their wings and flew straight into the sky, some flew for a while and then stopped on the beach on the shore, and some circled in the air while chirping, as if blaming them for disturbing their sweet dreams.

Thinking of this, Li Qingzhao became very excited about the lyrics and couldn't help but chant:

Like a dream order

I often remember the sunset in the Xiting Pavilion,

Drunk and not knowing the way back.

Returning to the boat late after all the fun,

straying into the depths of lotus flowers.

Fight for the crossing, fight for the crossing,

Startled a pool of gulls and herons.