Ask the ancients where the imaginative poems are best written.

It is common for the ancients to write poems with great imagination. Where did association and imagination come from? "Poetry has a vast territory and long words." Poetry is an extremely refined art, which contains rich meanings in a few words and gives people a fairy-tale free imagination. Association and imagination are the wings of poetry art, and they are also the catalysts of poetry appreciation. Poets rely on it to concentrate on going to extremes and roaming in Wan Ren.

Association and imagination in poetry can be divided into the following categories:

First, with the help of association, through space, so as to think of each other's place and write with each other.

Example 1

Coconut silk is good in Handan from winter to the sun.

Bai Juyi

Every winter solstice in Handan post office, I have a kneepad lamp.

If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.

Thinking: There is the word "homesick" in the title of this poem, but in the third and fourth sentences, the family members are talking about themselves. What are the advantages of this writing?

Appreciation: this ingenious idea makes the expression euphemistic and thought-provoking; The poet writes not about missing his family, but imagining that his family is talking about and thinking about himself, thus expressing his homesickness more deeply and touching.

Example 2

Write the poem of the moon, from which poem, the author, it is best to write the meaning of drinking alone with the moon.

Lipper

Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone.

Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.

The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.

I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.

The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.

Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness.

I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.

Interpretation of poetry

I put a pot of wine among the flowers and poured it myself. I don't have any relatives or friends around me. Raise a glass to the sky, invite the bright moon, reflect on me, and you will become three people. The moon can't appreciate the joy of drinking, and the shadow can only follow me silently. I had to stay with the bright moon for a while, and take advantage of this beautiful scenery to eat, drink and be merry. I sing poetry, the moon lingers with me, dancing and dancing, and the shadow lingers with me. I share my joy with you when I am awake, and I will never find you again when I am drunk. Let's forge an eternal friendship and meet in the vast sky tomorrow.

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Write more imaginative sentences in ancient poems. On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth. -Li Bai's Looking at Lushan Waterfall

Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. -Du Mu's "Mountain Walk"

Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in bloom. -Cen Can's Song of Snow White sent Tian Shuji Wu home.

What is the imaginative poem in Shu Dao Nan? The imaginative poem in Shu Dao Nan is:

The difficulty of Shu Dao is difficult to go to the sky!

What imaginary poems are there in Li Bai's poems to see Lushan Waterfall?

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

Author: Li Bai

Original text:

The purple mist is illuminated by sunlight, and the waterfall hangs in front of the mountain.

On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth.

Overnight temple

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

Author: Li Bai

Original text:

The tall buildings of the temple on the mountain are really high, like a hundred feet. People upstairs are like a hand that can pick off the stars in the sky.

Standing here, I dare not speak loudly for fear of disturbing the gods in the sky.

Drinking four poems of the bright moon alone, the first part.

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

Author: Li Bai

Original text:

Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone.

Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.

The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.

I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.

The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.

Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness.

I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.

Xuanzhou Xielou Farewell School Book Shu Yun/Escort Yu Shuhua's Song of Climbing the Building

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

Author: Li Bai

Original text:

Since yesterday, I have to leave Bolt and me behind.

It hurts my heart even more today.

Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine.

The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie.

We all yearn for the distance and want to go to the blue sky to embrace the bright moon.

But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows.

Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.

There are many strange poems in Li Bai's Dream of Climbing Seven Ancient Mount Tianmu.

A sailing tourist will talk about Japan, which is hidden in water and fog and inaccessible.

However, when the Vietnamese talk about Tianmu Mountain, they can still see it through clouds of different depths.

On a straight line leading to heaven, its peak enters heaven, topped with five sacred peaks, and casts a shadow across China.

The Paradise Terrace Mountains are 100 miles long, and it is here that they begin to extend to the southeast.

My heart and my dream are in Wu Heyue, flying over Jinghu Lake and the moon overnight.

The moon lit up my shadow and I came to Yanhe.

Xie 'an is still there, with a loud voice and rippling blue waves.

I wore Xie's earliest spiked shoes and climbed the Qingyun ladder.

Halfway through the sunny ocean, the sacred rooster crows in space.

Thousands of turns, flowers lure me, stones slow me down. The day suddenly ended.

Bears, dragons and storms on mountains and rivers disturb forests and shake mountains.

Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog.

God of thunder and lightning, the mountains collapsed. The stone gate is broken and ventilated in the deep pit of heaven.

An impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and the moon illuminate a golden and silver terrace.

Wearing rainbow clothes and riding the wind, all the queens of the clouds came and came down one by one.

With the tiger as the harp and the phoenix as the dancer, the images of fairies are arranged in rows.

I move, my soul flies, and I wake up with a long sigh.

My pillow and mat are the lost clouds in which I once lived.

This is the consistent way of human happiness, and all kinds of things will always flow to the east like water.

When will you return it when you leave, but let me raise a white deer on my green slope.

When I need you, ride to you, great mountain. Oh, how can I solemnly bow and scrape to people in high positions and people in high positions?

A person who will never be seen with a sincere face.

Poetry on Imagination (to be edited)

Write a poem about imagination

Self-editing

Don't be too mature.

About junior high school level

More than four paragraphs, not too long.

This article is based on "if".

begin

The content should be positive.

Or thank you or something.

Imaginative poetry, a pillar of the chimney in the sun.

The bursting sky smiled at the slowly floating clouds.

Not to be outdone, the cloud turned into rain on the chimney.

The chimney caught a cold and sneezed that winter was coming.

So the rain turned into frost and attached to the chimney, which was still very cold.

The frost turned into ice.

They watch the stars in the sky together at night.

The chimney said that the stars in the sky turned out to be ice on the ground.

Bing said the chimney lied to him.

I didn't get up the next day, but the sun couldn't wait.

Show your first smile.

Bing hasn't said goodbye yet

Turned into steam

Turned into a cloud

The chimney woke up and there was nothing.

He still thinks

Stars at night

It's still his ice last night.

Five poems expressing imagination and Pushkin, a poet dreamer, are required.

I will be calm at the last minute;

The good soul in charge of death,

Will knock knock mei, whispered:

"Well, go to the haunted house! ……"

Like a dream in a winter night.

Come to a quiet, comfortable and happy place,

Wearing a poppy crown on his head,

A crooked hand, a lazy stick ...

(This is the last paragraph)

The North Island of Hongsailboat is full of broken walls. How do street lamps that extend from the foot and slide into the pupil get out? It's not a star. I don't want to comfort you. The trembling maple leaves are full of lies about spring. Sunbirds from the tropics did not fall on our trees, and the forest fire behind them was just a dusty dusk. If the earth has frozen, let's face the warm current and go to the sea. If the reef is our future image, let's face the sea and watch the sunset. No, burning desire is burning desire, we just want to sail quietly. You have long hair that floats. I have arms, and I can lift them straight. Everything is fate. Everything is smoke. Everything is the beginning without an end. Everything is fleeting. Everything is in pursuit of happiness. Nothing is a smile. Nothing is pain. Everything is repeating itself. Everything is the first time. Everything is in my heart. Everything is in my dream. All hopes are annotated. All faiths were quiet for a moment. All deaths have long echoes.

Cen Can's "Like a strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees".

Brecht's memory of Marianne

Loka's Knight's Song