Write a composition with quatrains and ancient poems

1. How to write this ancient poem? This is a soft spring.

I came to the field across the bridge to see the spring scenery. I first tied the covered boat under the willow tree, and I walked from the bridge to the other side with the crutches made of the elders' quinoa.

There are all kinds of trees here. Let's talk about willows first.

The willows have sprouted. Slim leaves hang on the shore and on the river.

It smells of spring. Plum blossoms are delicate and delicate.

It opened a pink bud as jade, and the jade pink flower was fragrant and sweet, which made me completely intoxicated in the sea of flowers. Look at the grass on the ground, it has passed this hibernation, sticking out its wet lulu and green little head from the ground.

I really can't bear to leave fangs on the moss. At this time, the light rain that fell when the apricot blossoms opened in spring wet my clothes, and the gentle breeze blew on my face and I didn't feel cold.

2. Write Du Fu with this quatrain.

Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers.

Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach. Du Fu

The water waves in the river, the white feathers of waterfowl, the green and red flowers on the mountain are in contrast, and you want to burn.

I watched it again this spring. When is the year of return? Du Fu —— "Four quatrains"

There are long bamboo shoots in the west of the hall that don't open the door, and peppers in the north return to the village.

Shu Mei promised to have dinner with Zhu, and Kao Sung planned to talk about Ruan Sheng.

I want to be a floating cloud, and the cold rain in April is shocking.

There is a dragon cave in Qingxi first, and Zhushishan is afraid to be safe.

"Two orioles sing green willows, and egrets cover the sky."

My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.

The medicine strips are moist green and too brown to enter the grass pavilion.

The seedlings are full of shame, and the roots dare not form.

My mother is of medium height, neither fat nor thin, with silky black hair, oval face and arch eyebrows, bright eyes, a small nose and a small cherry mouth below. People say that people with cherry mouths sing well. Although my mother has a small mouth, she always sings out of tune, and eight horses can't come back. Really ugly. She is tone-deaf.

My mother is kind. She was walking on the road, wondering if she was a liar or really needed help. She will generously give them food, clothing, use and sometimes money. 5 12 during the Sichuan earthquake, I cried while watching TV every day, and my eyes were as red as a big peach. She also said that she would take an orphan as a child! My mother is very timid. She is in her thirties. She screamed with fear when she saw a caterpillar. When her father was not at home, she ran to a hotel. There is nothing she can do.

My mother loves beauty very much. She often buys beautiful clothes, expensive wallets and beautiful shoes. The night before, she would be at home thinking about what kind of clothes, shoes and bags to wear the next day, so it was always so beautiful when she came out. However, she has a little spot on her face recently. Every morning and evening, she kept wiping and drawing in front of the mirror, and kept saying in her mouth, "Spot, Spot, disappear!" " "It's ridiculous and sad.

My mother loves to hear compliments and is asked to praise her cooking every day.

4. Write Du Fu's quatrains into a composition, with white carpets and green money on lotus leaves.

No one has seen bamboo shoots, and the chicks on the beach sleep next to their mothers.

This song "Wandering" is about the scenery in early summer. The first two sentences describe the scenery, and the last two sentences describe the objects in the scenery. The scenery blends with each other and has its own charm.

This poem shows a beautiful early summer scenery, with flying poplars scattered on the path, as if covered with a layer of white felt; And patches of green lotus leaves in the stream are dyed, like round green money piled on the water. The poet turned his eyes and suddenly found a young pheasant hiding beside the root of a bamboo shoot, which was really hard to see. On the beach, the chicks snuggled up to their mothers and fell asleep peacefully. "Tan Jing" in the first sentence describes the flowers scattered on the road, with refined words and full images. The words "dot" and "stack" in the second sentence vividly describe the state of lotus leaves in the stream, which makes the whole sentence come alive. In the last two sentences, Pu Yin Long said when reading Du Xinjie that it "contains pity for Xiao Ji". Judging from the whole poem, "including Xiao Ji" may exist, but the pity for children is too deep.

These four poems, one sentence and one scene, literally seem to be independent, one poem and one painting; Together, they form the natural landscape of the countryside in early summer. Careful observation and description reveal the author's lingering appreciation of the wonderful natural scenery in early summer when he strolls through the forest stream, and he feels lonely when he is quiet. These four sentences, such as couplets in the seven laws, are correct and can be carefully stitched back and forth and taken care of. The first two sentences describe Huayang and He Qing clearly, which implies the meaning of streams in the forest. The last two sentences describe pheasants and chickens, but they are all in the sand of the forest. Take care of the front and back, set off each other, and blend in the sloppy. This poem is exquisite and lifelike, its language is popular and vivid, its artistic conception is fresh and meaningful, and it is full of profound and simple life interest.

These quatrains have been rewritten into a work. Weizhuang Taicheng, the rain is falling, the grass is falling, and the birds of the Six Dynasties are singing.

Ruthlessness is a willow in Taicheng, but it is still a smoke cage. That spring, I lived in Taicheng. It was dark, and the rain dripped into the river, rippling everywhere and melting without a trace. It's raining obscenity, the paths along the river are red and sparse, but the countryside is full of vitality in full of green. Flowers and plants are desperately absorbing water, and they can't wait to drink it all at once. Dreams of the Five Dynasties and Six Dynasties can only be seen in dreams. I used to be prosperous, but now I can't bear to find it. Nobody told me. When I am sad, a shrill cry hovers in the air, mixed with the sound of rain, but without losing the meaning of sadness. Looking up, I was surprised to find a partridge on the buttonwood tree. The ancients had clouds, and partridges were sub-rules, and they sang in March, day and night. It's fascinating. Time flies like water, but it is disillusioned in an instant. The strike is over, and people are in a panic, and people are dead. It is a terrible sight and hurts the scenery. I just feel that I only hate my dreams, and I want to cry without tears and laugh. I really hate that I can't go back to the Six Dynasties and understand my thoughts. It's a pity that I can't cherish the time after the death. My eyes are full of gossamer and falling catkins, and the spring breeze slowly blows through countless ties. The flying catkins are misty, like flowers and snow, a beautiful state, very handsome. Observing its scenery, I feel that there are thousands of waters in Qian Shan. Among all things in the world, the golden thread of Taicheng is the most heartless, heartless and not affectionate, which reminds me of the lost Six Dynasties. When I woke up from the collapse, I woke up, but I was sad. Still like a smoke cage, still standing ten miles, still ruthless. I want to stop, but I wonder if this heartless thing is also Chiba. I feel comforted, so I want to dream of the Six Dynasties.

6. Write a 400-word poem with quatrains. There was a great poet named He in the Tang Dynasty. He wrote many famous poems. One day, He Zhangzhi was so bored at home that he couldn't write a poem. You know, "Poetry comes from inspiration". How to write poetry without inspiration? So he decided to go for a ride outside. He Zhangzhi unlocked the car, got into the car, fastened his seat belt, gripped the steering wheel, stepped on the accelerator and galloped away.

He Zhangzhi drove to a stream, only to find that the tall weeping willows on the river bank were flourishing. He Zhangzhi saw such a wonderful picture, so he stopped the car and went to a big tree to look at it carefully: I saw this tall and burly willow tree different from others, like it was made of exquisite jasper; Looking up again, countless branches seem to be colorful ribbons hanging down. He had a sudden idea: Who cut off the young leaves on this willow branch? At this time, the spring breeze in February blew gently, and He Zhangzhi suddenly realized that it was the spring breeze in February, just like a clever pair of scissors. He Zhangzhi was in high spirits and drove home immediately.

After returning home, He immediately took out his pen and wrote the poem "Chanting Willow" on the paper: Jasper dressed as a tree, and thousands of strands of moss tapestry hung down. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

7. Write a composition with quatrains. In spring, the river is rippling with blue waves, revealing white water birds and pleasant scenery. The clear green river sets off the feathers of seagulls more white and dazzling, and full of green is everywhere. Flowers everywhere are extremely red, just like a burning fire, very charming and brilliant. The river wall is lined with the white of bird feathers, and the blue and white set each other off; Green hills are lined with red flowers, and green and red compete. Although the spring scenery in front of me is beautiful and pleasant, it is not my hometown. Besides, this spring is about to pass. When can I return to my hometown? "

The scenery in late spring and early summer is not beautiful, but it is a pity that the years have passed and the return date is far away. Not only did it not arouse my interest in playing, but it aroused my wandering sadness.