Write a composition according to a landscape poem.

1. Who can help me change an ancient poem about scenery into a short composition?

Author: Bai Juyi

Spring outing in Qiantang Lake

From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake.

Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.

Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.

I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.

Adaptation of Qiantang River Spring Tour

Spring really came, the sun shone on me warmly, and I stretched myself. It's time to go out for activities.

The fog outside hangs over the earth, houses and people who come to the West Lake for morning exercise. Climbing the lonely mountain, a cool breeze blows gently, sweeping away the fatigue of winter and bringing the vigor of spring. These trees shade each other. "To compare the West Lake to the West Lake, it is always appropriate to put on heavy and light." Looking around, the West Lake is so vast and empty. The water waves are like a mirage, visible from the light, hidden from time to time. Sitting in a lonely mountain temple to have a rest and drinking good Longjing tea, I feel refreshed.

Soon the sun gently lifted the fog with its silky light, and the fog seemed reluctant to leave the West Lake, lingering and gently drifting away in exquisiteness and grace. In the distance, several early warblers twittered around, stopped in the tree and flew again, as if fighting for territory. The birds that won the good site stopped in the trees and sang happily, and the songs spread melodiously throughout the valleys and lakes. Swallows also flew from the south, with mud in their mouths, and built their own houses under the eaves.

I walked gently by the lake for fear of disturbing the newly awakened bugs on the shore. Grass broke through the ground and flowers were in full bloom. Bees are busy collecting honey and pollinating, flying around among flowers, leaving a busy figure. Butterflies on the side seem relaxed, dancing in pairs, playing in the flowers, playing hide-and-seek, resting on the petals when they are tired, and then flapping their wings into another flower. The flowers are so bright that my eyes are fascinated. Close your eyes and take a deep breath. The fragrance of flowers is pleasant and refreshing. The first time the grass color appeared nearby, it reminded me of the poem "The grass color is far away but not near".

My favorite is Bai Causeway in the east of the lake, where trees are shaded and willows are lingering. Rows of green weeping willows in Bai Causeway, with branches and leaves stretching and fluttering in the wind; The green grass in the patches of green land is also lying quietly. What an elegant and quiet scenery.

"Spring scenery on the lake is picturesque, and the peaks spread around the stage. Pine rows cover thousands of green hills, and there are pearls in the heart of the moon. " As described in this poem, the West Lake is like a poem, a painting and a song. Oh, West Lake, you are a poem that fascinates me, a painting that fascinates me, and a song that I will never forget.

2. Write a 400-word composition based on a poem. In this unit, we learn poetry. A few friends and I formed a group to collect and appreciate poems. I matched Wei's poem "Bird Sound Stream" with pictures and poems. This poem is about the moonlit scenery in the mountains in spring, and it is one of Wang Wei's many well-known landscape poems.

The main feature of Wang Wei's poems is also the artistic feature of many of Wang Wei's landscape poems: poets are very good at writing dynamics in the static state. In the first sentence, "people are idle and osmanthus flowers fall", there is movement in silence, and the dynamics of falling flowers reflect the silence of no one. In the second sentence, "the night is quiet and the mountains are empty", the key point is the word spring. Whether it's flowers, bright moon or birds singing, it's all related to spring. The last two sentences are dynamic and static, and the contrast highlights the static described in the first two sentences. The third sentence, "The moon rises to startle the birds", is written that the moonlight shines into the bird's nest, which makes the birds wake up and feel surprised: Is it the dawn in the east, and the day is coming? So they were surprised and asked each other to send out a song ... suddenly the moon got into a dark cloud and the birds nearby were silent. They fell asleep peacefully and no longer responded to the call of their distant companions. In the fourth sentence, "Time sings in the spring flow", the song is written with the word "time", which not only describes the characteristics of the scenery in great detail, but also creates a contrast between the dynamic and the static from the hearing, thus vividly setting off a more peaceful situation!

Wang Wei's poems are fresh and natural, simple and pure, and the words seem ordinary. However, the poems composed of these simple words have achieved extraordinary results: on the moonlit night in the spring in the mountains, everything is so harmonious, like a far-reaching ink painting. This tells us a truth: there is no need to pile up some gorgeous words when writing a composition. We can write a good article with plain language and clever ideas.

This is my favorite poem.

General comment: The author has grasped the artistic features of Wang Wei's landscape poems, with well-organized narration and fluent language, which has brought us into the artistic conception of "painting in poetry and poetry in painting". What is more gratifying is that the young author has a deep feeling in the process of appreciation: no matter how dull the language is, he can still write a good article as long as he has clever ideas.

Don, what's the hurry? Jiang Xue of Liu Zongyuan

There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.

A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.

Don? Meng Jiao's Ode to Bitterness and Cold

It is cold and blue, and the north wind is called withered mulberry.

There is no crack in the thick ice, and there is cold light in a short day.

Don? Qin Xue of Yuan Zhen

Only then did I see the dark clouds on the ridge and the snow on the rocks, which was shocking.

Thousands of bamboo shoots, thousands of jade, thousands of trees and thousands of clouds.

Sacrifice snow from my brother.

Tang Libai

Last night in Liangyuan, Brother Han didn't know.

Looking at Yushu in front of the court, my heart is broken and I think of branches.

It is cold and blue, and the north wind is called withered mulberry.

There is no crack in the thick ice, and there is cold light in a short day.

Huaihai gave Xue a gift.

Tang Libai

It snowed for five days, and I crossed the Bohai Sea from the wind. The sea tree becomes spring, and the river sand is bright and beautiful.

Xing from Tunxi, thinking around Liangyuan. I gave you a song in Ying Zhong, and that song was cut.

4. Write an article according to the following ancient poems.

Spring is silent, cherish the trickle,

The shade of trees shines on the water, loving sunshine and tenderness.

Xiao He just showed his sharp corners,

Dragonflies have long stood on it.

This poem is a fresh sketch. Everything is so beautiful, so soft and so affectionate. Every sentence is poetic, showing beautiful early summer scenery, natural and simple, touching. This poem describes a spring, a trickle, a pool of trees, a few small lotus leaves and a small dragonfly, which constitutes a vivid landscape of a small pool and shows the intimate and harmonious relationship between all things in nature. At the beginning, the words "spring is silent and precious for a trickle, and the shade shines on the water and loves softness" bring readers into a small, delicate, soft and pleasant realm, and a trickle slowly flows out of the spring silently; In the sunset, Chi Pan's green trees throw the shade into the water, and the light and shadow are mottled and clearly visible. A word "pity" turns ruthlessness into sentience, as if spring is letting it flow silently and slowly because of the pity of love; A word "love" gives life to the green tree. It seems to like the soft sunshine and shows its charm with water as a mirror. In three or four sentences, the poet, like a clever photographer, took an interesting shot with a quick mirror: "Xiao He just showed his sharp corner, and a dragonfly stood on it a long time ago." The time sequence has not yet reached midsummer, and the lotus leaf has just exposed a sharp corner from the water, and a small dragonfly is standing on it. A "talent show" and an "early stand" are taken care of, vividly depicting the scene of dragonflies and lotus leaves leaning against each other. Yang Wanli advocates learning from nature when writing poems. He has a keen interest in natural scenery. He often uses fresh and lively style and plain language to describe the ordinary scenery he sees every day. He is especially good at capturing the characteristics and fleeting changes of scenery and forming interesting pictures, so his poems are full of rich life breath. The silence of spring eyes is to cherish the long flowing water, and the shade of trees reflects the water because it likes the gentleness of sunny days. Just as the little tender lotus leaves its tightly wrapped tip, the lovely dragonfly comes to stand on it early. [Appreciation] The whole poem "Xiaochi" is dedicated to the word "Xiao". Poetry needs to have a different theme from that just now, and some major themes should be written with magnificent realm and momentum; Some subjects are very small, just a detail in life, but they can write about love and fun. Therefore, Wang Guowei said: "There are big and small realms, and the pros and cons are not based on what is right" ("Words on Earth")

5. Choose an ancient poem describing the scenery. According to the artistic conception of ancient poems, use your imagination to write a poem describing patio sand (I) [Yuan]. Ma Zhiyuan is a faint crow with old vines, a small bridge with flowing water, and a faint crow with old vines and thin horses.

When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. The first two sentences, "Old vines faint crows, small bridges flowing water", give people a cold and hazy atmosphere, and show a fresh and quiet realm. The withered vines here give people a bleak feeling, faint, pointing out that it is dusk; Small bridges and flowing water make people feel relaxed and happy.

12 calligraphy and painting create a quiet pastoral scenery in late autumn. The ancient road became thinner with the west wind, and the poet described a bleak and desolate artistic conception of autumn wind, adding another layer of desolation to the quiet rural map.

The setting sun adds a bit of bleak light to this bleak picture and deepens the sad atmosphere. The poet skillfully connects ten plain and objective scenes in series, and naturally contains the poet's infinite worries in the picture through words such as withered, old, light, ancient, western and thin.

In the last sentence, heartbroken people are the crowning touch in the horizon. At this time, a wandering wanderer appeared on the picture of the country in late autumn. On the desolate ancient road at sunset, he walked with a thin horse in the biting autumn wind, heartbroken, but he didn't know where his home was, revealing the poet's sad feelings and expressing the theme appropriately. This poem takes a sentimental attitude. Similar to this song is Du Fu's poem "Where petals flow like tears, lonely birds sing their grief".

6. In an instant, the sun emerged from the sea, and the gorgeous sunshine lit up the earth and my heart.

The alarm clock after three o'clock woke me up from my dream. I just wanted to press the alarm clock and continue dancing in that dream, but suddenly I remembered that I was going to see the sunrise today, so I had to get up and wash.

In a hurry, our family packed our bags and set off for the seaside to see what is said to be a spectacular sunrise.

It was only after four o'clock when I arrived at my destination, and the sky was still gray-blue, with no shadow of the sun. But I still look at the sky with my eyes wide open, for fear that I will miss the magnificent scene of sunrise if I slack off.

But waiting is never too hasty, so we sat on the beach, playing with gravel and talking softly. I don't know how long it took, but it suddenly darkened, and I couldn't help secretly being nervous, thinking that this was the darkness before dawn. So I began to stop the discussion, quietly feeling the recovery of the sky, from dark blue to light color, even shallow ultramarine, faint diamond blue.

Suddenly, a ray of red glow overflowed from the place where the water meets the sky, and the light blue sky suddenly became whiter, with an indescribable tenderness. With the passage of time, that line of red turned into a touch of red, spreading the whole sky like burning. Looking up, I only feel that my face seems to have turned red, which is in harmony with the sky. Clouds are so warm, different from the enthusiasm at sunset. It's like a joy of being born, and I can't help smiling. As the sky was illuminated, the sun finally showed its face. Instead of being shy, it generously showed us its unique enthusiasm and generously awarded the light to the earth.

When the sun came out of the water, the excitement in my heart also rippled with the surging sea of my heart, but suddenly it seemed that I was not so anxious, and I became a little leisurely, bathed in the sun, letting this warmth penetrate from my face to my heart. Suddenly, I remembered that I was reluctant to watch the sunrise before, but now I have an indescribable satisfaction in my heart. After experiencing the darkness like dawn, witnessing the glory of sunrise and feeling the details of change, I suddenly feel that it is essential to wait for this anxiety and curiosity. Without this process from longing to leisure, from curiosity to clarity, this sunrise would not be complete.

Not only waiting for the sunrise, but also in life, and I have similar feelings in the process of growing up a little. What we want is not only the result, but also the process, and more importantly, the special state of mind when waiting.

The sun shines on our left atrium, waiting warmly.