Quatrains and ancient poetry writing composition grade three

1. composition about ancient poetry I like ancient poetry in grade three.

When I was young, I was often immersed in the rhythm of ancient poetry. Every night, listening to the ancient poems played by the tape recorder, accompanied by cicadas singing outside the window and a breeze blowing, I feel unprecedented happiness.

Accompanied by ancient poetry, my poetic life has cultivated a strong pastoral. The first ancient poem I can recite is "Chanting Willow".

"Jasper is dressed as a tree and hung with 10,000 green silk tapestries." I asked my father what "green silk tapestries" meant. Father said that the "green silk tapestry" is a wicker hanging down like a ribbon, just like a green bow tied on my sister's head. This is a "green silk tapestry". Oh, I see. I memorized them one by one, read many poems about spring, and said, "The sun is setting, and the flowers and plants are fragrant in the spring breeze. It's beautiful.

Mud melts into swallows, sand warms Yuanyang to sleep. "This poem shows us that the sun shines in spring, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the spring breeze brings flowers and plants fragrance. Spring returns to the earth, the soil is soft, swallows fly around to build nests, and Yuanyang falls asleep in the warm sand. This must be a very sweet spring scene! " Miss Huang faces the river in front of the tower, and she is lazy and sleepy in spring. "

This poem is like taking us to Miss Huang's tower, watching the surging river flow eastward, and the worries in our hearts go with it. I feel lazy and sleepy when the spring breeze blows. I understand what people often say: "Spring is sleepy and autumn is lacking." Wang Anshi, a poet in the Song Dynasty, wrote "When will the bright moon shine on me", and Zhu, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, wrote "Spring Day". They are also writing about the spring breeze, and the poets have mixed feelings, reflecting the different experiences and social environment of the two poets at that time and feeling the patriotic feelings of the poets.

Ancient poetry not only painted my life green, but also made my soul soar. I have been involved in tang style's poems for thousands of years. Looking at the rolling clouds in the sky and listening to the fishing songs of the sea and sky, I feel the grandeur of the desert beyond the Great Wall. Ancient poetry makes my life colorful! I like ancient poems.

2. The significance of the second volume of the spring composition of "Jueju" in the third grade. This is a windy and drizzling day in 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.

3. In what order are the two quatrains written in the first volume of Chinese 13 ancient poems in Grade Three?

Du Fu

Two orioles sing green willows,

A line of egrets rose into the sky.

The window contains autumn snow in Xiling,

Mambo Wu Dong Wan Li Ship.

Quatrains are the name of poetic style. Quatrains and metrical poems are modern poems in Tang Dynasty, which are different from classical poems. This poem is written as a quatrain, and because there are four poems in the same body at the same time, it is titled "Four quatrains" and is not used as a three-dimensional eye. This four-line poem is the third of four.

Every sentence of this seven-character quatrain is written with a kind of scenery in front of us. "Two orioles are singing in the green willow." Orioles used to live on high branches, but now they are singing on the green willow. The word "jade" in ancient poetry is omitted, and if it is added, it is "green willow singing" "Liu Cui" shows that the new green willow leaves are growing stronger and stronger, and the orioles sing softly on the new green branches of willow leaves, showing the scenery of spring.

"A line of egrets goes up to the sky". Egrets fly high into the sky and become more vibrant with the warm spring.

"The window contains autumn snow in Xiling". Looking out from the window frame, the snow in Xiling is clearly visible, as if it were contained in the window frame.

Wu Dong Wan Li ship moored in front of the gate is Wu Dong ship sailing in Wan Li. Is it bound for the lower reaches of the Yangtze River or driven down from the lower reaches? Although the Yangtze River is very long and has a long voyage, ships on it always shuttle back and forth. Whether coming or sailing, the poet thinks of going down the Yangtze River to Xiangyang in the middle reaches and turning to Luoyang in his hometown. Because of this, he is attached to the Wu Dong moored in front of the door and daydreams about it.

Although the four sentences are all about scenery, the scenery written in the first two sentences uses color (green willow, oriole, egret, blue sky), sound (singing, flying) and movement to express beautiful spring scenery, while the static scenery (distant view, close view) is used to imply movement in the last two sentences; Birds are so active in warm spring that it is impossible to be indifferent. Of course, the scenery in front of the poet does not stop there. When he wrote them into his poems, he had a choice. This is his selection criteria.

China, where I grew up with 4.600 words of ancient poetry, has a history of 5,000 years. There are five quatrains and seven quatrains, each with five words and seven words. Whether it is a five-line quatrain or a seven-line quatrain, every sentence in the poem rhymes, and every word is opposite to the previous sentence. Every poem contains the poet's rich thoughts and feelings.

My parents asked me to learn and recite ancient poems when I was very young. At that time, I had no idea why my parents wanted me to recite ancient poems, so I lost my temper with my parents. But since that Sunday morning, my view of ancient poetry has changed.

It was a Sunday morning, and my mother let me eat the leftovers from last night because she didn't have time to buy rice. At that time, I was used to eating bread and didn't want to eat leftovers, so I poured all my mother's hot breakfast.

"April, recite the poem" Farmers "!" Mom said.

"After cutting the grain at noon, sweat dripped into the soil. Who knows, every meal, every grain ... "All the hard work is on my lips, but I can't say it! "Do you know that farmers' uncles and aunts want to sow wheat seedlings in spring and plow and sow? In summer, when you eat ice cream and watch TV at home, they are watering and fertilizing the banker; Autumn is coming, and they will drive tractors to harvest wheat fields; In winter, when you are eating the fruits of their hard work, they are sorting out the wheat fields and preparing for sowing in the spring next year! "My mother told me:" My mother has lived in the countryside since she was a child, and your grandparents are native farmers. Do you think they work so hard every day? "

After listening to my mother's words, I suddenly became enlightened: "Oh, mom, I know! Did Li Shen write this poem to save food? ! "

"Yes, how clever! So eat well now, don't waste food, be a good boy who doesn't waste food. " Mom said happily.

Compassion for farmers not only made me understand the hard-won food, but also inspired me to study hard and serve my country when I grow up!

I remember once, I saw such a short story on TV: there was a mother who was picking up garbage at the garbage station with a little doll on her back. Look carefully, the baby has no arms! It turned out that the mother moved beer bottles during the day, picked up junk and did odd jobs in the afternoon to earn money, and took care of the baby at night.

Seeing this, I can't help but think of this poem: the thread in the hand of a loving mother makes clothes for her wayward son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. But how much love an inch of grass has is three times!

Ancient poetry, like my teacher, taught me a lot of truth; Ancient poems, like my classmates, study with me; Ancient poetry, like my partner, grows with me! Let me understand a lot of truth, don't be a traitor, study hard and cherish time. ...

I want to be a Chinese teacher when I grow up, and I want to hand over China's ancient poems to the next generation, so that they can be handed down from generation to generation and be brilliant in the world!

5. 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.

6. Write a short story with an ancient poem in the third grade. My old friend resigned from the Yellow Crane Tower.

Fireworks fell in Yangzhou in March.

Lonely sails, distant shadows, blue sky,

Only the Yangtze River flows in the sky.

This year is the eighteenth year of Tang Xuanzong's reign! He remembers it very clearly. Spring is late, and the cold in this place is still very strong. The river wind blew, and Brother Haoran turned around in Tsing Yi, his hair flying! Become a landscape that will be fixed forever in this spring!

Brother Haoran said that he would visit Yangzhou. At this time, Qionghua was in full bloom in Yangzhou, and the ladies and grandchildren on Slender West Lake began to open teahouses and poetry clubs. It was a happy time. The Wenchang Temple Fair will be held soon, and the holy monks in daming temple are also preparing to hold an annual gathering of Buddhist scriptures. That bustling place made him want to fly away.

His eyes sparkled. Yangzhou is the place he has been to many times in his dreams, and it is the place he has been longing for for for a long time. He also wants to linger in one restaurant after another without going home! There was a heroic splash of ink in the powder pile, but he couldn't, couldn't sink with the turning river. He looked at the Yellow Crane Tower standing on the shore, brother Haoran boarded the boat, and the river rolled eastward! How reluctant he is, how many days have passed since Shu met him! He appreciates people like Brother Haoran, and he thinks such a good friend! But he also wants to go to Yangzhou together and enjoy the bustling place together!

The ship set out, and Brother Haoran standing at the bow was smiling and waving! He stood on the shore, his eyes focused on his friends who were about to leave, waving his hands, stiff and slow, unwilling to give up! He wants to go too! He is ambivalent, constantly, constantly, wandering between two kinds of thoughts. Once again! The ship has disappeared into the river!

He tried to look into the distance, but there were only rolling rivers and blue sky in the distance. The ship is far, far away, and Yangzhou has gone!

He still stood on the shore, looking at the direction of the river, for a long, long time, unwilling to leave!

I only see the Yangtze River water flowing silently.

7. There are three poems written by Li Bai (study grade 1~3, five-character quatrains): thinking about a quiet night (Volume 1) staying in Jingting Mountain Temple (Volume 3) sitting alone (Volume 6).

In addition, there is a passage from the textbook Gu Xing (Volume 2), which is not the whole poem. It's a five-character poem, not a quatrain. Complete works of Li Bai's poems in primary school textbooks (People's Education Edition): Silent Night Thinking (Volume I) There is such bright light at the foot of my bed, is there already frost? .

I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. "Gulangyue" (Volume 2) is called white when you don't know the moon for hours.

I also suspected that Yao Tai mirror flew at the blue cloud end. One Night Mountain Temple (Volume 3) The dangerous building is 100 feet high, and the hand can pick the stars.

Standing here, I dare not speak loudly for fear of disturbing the gods in the sky. Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain (Volume 6) Birds are high, and lonely clouds go to leisure alone.

You look at me, I look at you, and there are only my eyes and Jingting Mountain's eyes. Early interpretation of "Baidicheng" (Volume 7) made a farewell speech to Baidicheng and traveled thousands of miles to Jiangling in one day.

The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills. Looking at Lushan Waterfall (Volume 7) Rizhao incense burner gives birth to purple smoke, looking at the waterfall hanging in front of Sichuan.

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. For Wang Lun (Volume 8) Li Bai was about to go by boat when he heard singing on the shore.

Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love. Farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower on Meng Haoran's way to Yangzhou (Volume 8) The old friend stayed in the West Yellow Crane Tower, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.

My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon. Looking at Tianmen Mountain (Book 9), Tianmen interrupted the opening of the Chu River, and Higashi Shimizu flowed north.

The green hills on both sides are neck and neck, and a boat meets leisurely from the horizon.