Rewrite an ancient poem into a composition

In life, work and study, when it comes to ancient poetry, everyone must be familiar with it. Ancient poetry in a broad sense refers to all China's poems before the Opium War, which corresponds to modern new poems from the West since modern times. So what kind of ancient poems are good? The following are seven rewriting compositions of ancient poems that I have compiled for you, for reference only, hoping to help you.

Students, China can be a country with a long history and rich connotations. "I am familiar with 300 Tang poems, and I can sing even if I can't write poems." Reading more ancient poems is of great benefit to improving our literary foundation.

Although there is an old saying that "you can see its meaning after reading it a hundred times", it is far from enough to learn ancient poems by reciting them. Today we are going to learn a new method, which combines the study and practice of ancient poetry, that is, "rewriting ancient poetry".

Rewriting is a kind of composition training that changes the expression form or part of the original text. The process of rewriting is a new conception process, a new cutting process, a new typesetting process and a more difficult writing training.

To rewrite ancient poetry, we must achieve "three essentials"

1, understand the artistic conception of ancient poetry

2. Grasp the original intention of ancient poetry.

3. Develop a reasonable imagination.

The first two sentences of Xugong Store in Su Xinshi pointed out the background of children catching butterflies. Fences and paths point out that this is the countryside; "Flowers fall before they turn cloudy" and "cauliflower" in the sentence indicate that it is late spring season. So when rewriting, we should grasp the specific time and place.

In the last two sentences, "Children chase after Huang Die and fly into cauliflower, and there is nowhere to be found", the poet turns the crayon to the center of the picture and depicts the happy scene of children catching butterflies, which is the vivid place of this poem. "Rush" and "chase" mean to run fast and chase fast. These two verbs are very vivid, vividly depicting the innocent, lively, curious and competitive attitude and psychology of children, while "flying into cauliflower, nowhere to be found" suddenly turns the moving scene into stillness. The word "nowhere to be found" left readers room for imagination and aftertaste, as if a child who was at a loss in the face of a golden cauliflower appeared in front of us. Therefore, we should develop reasonable imagination, grasp children's movements and demeanor, imagine children's language and enrich ancient poetry. In this way, the connotation of ancient poetry can be highlighted.

Pay attention to the following points when rewriting:

(1) Don't just translate poetry.

(2) The rewritten content cannot be divorced from the original artistic conception of ancient poetry.

(3) On the basis of conforming to the original intention of ancient poetry, imagination and innovation can be carried out appropriately.

(4) Proper use of some rhetorical devices, such as metaphor and personification, can make the rewritten text more vivid.

(5) Language description, psychological description and action description can be appropriately used to describe characters.

(6) Supplementary background materials. When rewriting some ancient poems, we can also supplement the background materials such as seasonal characteristics, weather conditions, geographical environment, character identity and causes according to the content characteristics of poems and our own understanding. This can further make the rewritten content more concrete and vivid.

Generally speaking, on the basis of in-depth understanding of ancient poetry, as long as the meaning of poetry can be properly translated, the artistic conception of poetry can be fully imagined and appreciated, the feelings of the characters can be harmoniously integrated, and relevant background materials can be naturally added, the rewritten exercises will be concrete and vivid. Although it is no longer a genre of poetry after rewriting, it is still full of poetry and can give people beautiful artistic enjoyment.

Example: Rewriting Wuling Spring

The sun has set, and today will pass again. And you still haven't combed your gray bun, even though it is so messy. You sit at the window, frowning, and your cheeks are covered with dry tears.

The wind outside the window has stopped, petals are scattered all over the floor, but flowers still exist in the dust. "Flowers are similar year after year, and people are different year after year." Tears fall from your eyes again. Sentimental Li Yian, are you being kind to the withered flowers and the remnants of England everywhere? Maybe they touched your sadness again? The pain of national mourning, the pain of family destruction and the pain of husband's death are entangled in your heart. "If you keep cutting, the reason is still chaos, it is sadness, and you have a different taste in your heart." Faced with this scene, you can only share the bitterness alone. Every time I think about it, tears roll down, and you still fall down on the table in tears-

Suddenly, you remember listening to your friend say that Shuangxi River is a good place to play with birds and flowers, and the sun is shining. You are going to swim there by canoe to relieve your worries. Suddenly, you sigh: "I'm afraid the ship can't carry much." How sad is your heart? Li Yu wrote down the length of sadness: "How much sadness can you have, just like a river flowing eastward." Li Bai wrote the superposition of sadness: "But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with a sword, sadness will come back, even though we drown them with wine." But sadness is in your heart, but it has such a weight and weighs heavily on your heart.

In a flash, you are crying again!

Immortal insomnia

Zhang Xiaofeng

He failed the list! 1200 years ago. However, the list is big and long, but there is no his name. Ah! Unexpectedly, his name "Zhang Ji" cannot be accommodated alone.

The names of the people who took the exam are all written on the list, which is known all over the world. Strangely, in his feeling, it is well known that he failed in the exam, which made him feel ashamed and depressed.

Leave Beijing! After negotiating the price, he set foot on the boat. This is not the expected plot. There might have been an affair of arranging flowers and stepping on the street, and there was the glory of returning home in splendor. However, after ten years of cold window, although he was a thorn in his side, he didn't have a corner seat at Qionglin banquet.

The ship is sailing like the wind.

Jiang Feng is like a fire, holding a cold flame on the shore. At dusk, the ship arrived in Suzhou. However, this beautiful ancient city is just another place that touches Zhang's sad feelings.

If there is anything to do during the day, for a scholar, it is reading! What about at night? You should go to bed at night to keep your mental state and watch it the next day. However, tonight is a sad night. Tonight, in a foreign land, by the river, in the season of autumn cold and high geese, allow a down-and-out taxi to indulge his sadness. The river can hold the tears of all unfortunate people indefinitely.

On such a night, I sat cruelly, listening to the sound of my heart being bitten by something and disappearing one by one. And look at your life like a residual lamp in a strong wind. All your strength is spent on resistance, the oil is running out, and the small fire may go out all the time. However, what is hateful is that it has never been gorgeous and brilliant in its life!

The river slept, the boat slept, the boatman slept, and the people on the shore slept. Only he, Zhang Ji, can't sleep. The deeper the night, the more awake I am, awake like a dead tree with fallen leaves, like an empty nest beam where I went.

At first, sleep rejected him. Let it be, haven't you been rejected everywhere in your life? ) Then, he got angry. Well, if you don't sleep, you won't sleep If you wake up all night, you will simply take a thorough look at yourself. Why not?

The moon is slanting to the west, looking listless. There is a crow, rough and hoarse. It is a crow. The moon was darkened by its frequent cries. On the river bank, I think it's frost grass. The stars in the night sky are like clear frost, and the grains are desolate.

In the corner of his beard and brow, he felt as if he were cold and gloomy, waiting for the frosty flowers in early autumn to decorate his bleak young face.

Fishing and fire on the river two three, what are they doing? Fishing, right, or shrimp? Do they also cast nets? Times are hard! Even a clever fisherman can't help jumping into the storm, can't he? However, hard work is also a kind of happiness! Tonight, the moon is bright, the frost is cool, the people at ease are sleeping, and the people at work go to work. Only I, Zhang Ji, don't accept anything. I have neither the right to work nor the right to sleep.

The bell rang, the strange late-night bell of Hanshan Temple. Generally, drums and morning bells are ringing in temples, and the "midnight bell" in Hanshan Temple is shaking the earth. The bell is near the water. For others, the sound is just the vague background music in their sleep. However, in him, one by one hit the heart, right in the middle. The bell is beautiful, but does it hurt? He couldn't sleep, so he pushed the pillow up and wrote the word "a night-mooring near maple bridge" in the dark. Then, just copy the remaining 28 words. I say "copy" because those 28 words stand out in his mind, just like the black words on the white wall:

Frosty night,

Jiang Feng sleeps in the fire.

Hanshan Temple outside Gusu,

The midnight bell arrived at the passenger ship.

Thank God, if Zhang Ji didn't come last, there would be a good poem missing in the history of poetry, and no one would tell us the truth of a certain mood.

1200 years later, who is the champion on that long list (that is, the paper gold list that Zhang Ji can't squeeze in)? Ha! No matter who he is. The name that is really remembered is "Zhang Ji, a laggard". Will anyone remember the grand parade of the champion in red? Don't! We only remember the frustrated man on the autumn night passenger ship and his immortal insomnia.

Today, I went to the suburbs to enjoy the beautiful scenery. Unconsciously, I walked into the beautiful Lushan Mountain. Clouds are everywhere on the mountain. Sometimes, the clouds are rising, drowning the whole Lushan Mountain in the vast sea of clouds. Sometimes, you can see the scene of "waterfall clouds" Sometimes it flows into the valley like a trickle, and sometimes it flows like a raging river, surging, flying down and rushing thousands of miles. Not only the sea of clouds, but also the Lushan Waterfall is a "celebrity". The spring water collected from the mountain passes through the mountains and stone steps and folds into three folds, with a total length of nearly 100 meters. It flew down from the high mountain like a water curtain hanging in the air.

I moved on and shuttled through the rolling mountains. Those mountains seem to have changed their faces. From the side, they are spectacular mountains, but from the side, they have become magnificent peaks. When you are in this beautiful Lushan Mountain, whether you look at it from a distance, from a close distance, from a high place or from a low place, you see a completely different scene, as if you saw a "face-changing king", one moment it becomes like this, and the next it becomes like that.

"wow! Wow! " Fairy Cave, Sandie Spring, Bailu Cave, Tianchi ... These spectacular scenes are dizzying and amazing. The only fly in the ointment is that Mr. Lu's true face is completely unknown. Is it as beautiful as flowers and jade? Or "handsome" I am in Lushan Mountain, but I can't guess what it looks like. It's a mystery to the authorities!

This trip to Lushan Mountain is really a wonderful trip to broaden my horizons, and suddenly my poetry is full of enthusiasm.

Take out the meat cleaver you carry with you and carve it on the stone wall: "Looking across the mountain side, it becomes a peak, and the distance is different." I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but I am only on this mountain. "And named it" Title Xilin Wall ".

Spring is full, green grass is pleasing to the eye, red flowers are pleasing to the eye, and the spring scenery in February in Jiangnan is charming.

In the quiet forest, birds are singing together. Slightly moist air, brewing flowers.

Spring returns to the earth, and the spring breeze is gratifying. The warm spring breeze is full of great vitality.

Spring and Jingming, under the blue sky, flowers and trees are thriving and full of indelible spring.

The drizzle moistens the weeping willows. The long branches of willows gently brushed the bank and rippled on the water.

The cut water sparkled in the sun. Ripples gradually disappeared in the calm water, leaving slender branches.

There was a breeze, and the smoke in the kitchen filled the air.

In a blink of an eye, it has reached dusk. The setting sun lengthened the shadows of the trees.

A song "I'm Back" broke the charming spring scenery and put innocence and childlike interest in it.

A group of children skipped home from school cheering. After eating in a hurry, I ran from home to the wilderness.

What are they doing outside?

Oh, so they want to use the warm spring breeze to fly kites.

In the sky, there are countless kites: the "big carp" with its tail wagging, the "small white rabbit" alive and kicking, and the "eagle" hovering high in the air. ......

Jiangnan in early spring has beautiful scenery and more beautiful people.

When Zhang was very young, he was far from home. By the time he was in his mid-twenties, he had already experienced a wandering life. Running around all the year round, wandering in a foreign land.

On a silent night, after dinner, Zhang Ji sat in the yard and enjoyed the bright moonlight. A full moon hangs high in the sky, adding infinite vitality to the dim earth.

He was watching when suddenly an autumn wind blew and Zhang Ji was shivering with cold. He had to go back to his room and find an old cotton-padded jacket sewn by his mother from the closet when he left.

He looked at the cotton-padded jacket and remembered his elderly mother, so he picked up a brush and wrote on the paper: How are you, mother? It's getting cold, so you should put on more clothes to avoid catching cold. Please don't worry about me, I'm fine. How is the family harvest this year? ..... seems to have a lot to say, but I don't know where to start.

The next day, as soon as the sun climbed up the mountain, it handed the letter to the king's second hand.

When Wang Er was preparing to say goodbye to him, Zhang Ji took the letter back, opened it again and again, and added: You should live happily every day, and don't be unhappy about a little thing ... Zhang Ji finished writing and handed it to Wang Er, who rode away.

Zhang Jiwang looked at Wang Er, who was far away, and his heart was both happy and sad. Happily, my mother can read her letter; Sadly, I don't know when I can return to my hometown.

In a small mountain village, there lived a famous poet. His name was, and he studied very hard. Finally, one year, 37-year-old He was admitted to Jinshi, so he bid farewell to his hometown and went to other places to be an official.

Time flies, and decades have passed. One day, after getting up, Zhang Zhi picked up the mirror and looked at himself in the mirror. His appearance has changed. He saw that his temples were white. Although his original voice has not changed, he is old. He missed his hometown very much and resigned. He Zhangzhi took a carriage and returned to his hometown. His hometown is still beautiful and the houses are neatly built. The house is neat and the grass is green. Countless butterflies and bees are attracted to dance among the flowers. At this moment, He Zhangzhi saw several children playing games. One of the children saw a stranger standing beside him and asked, "Who are you?" What do you want in our village? "He felt ashamed, he left home for too long. When He Zhangzhi returned to his hometown, he found it difficult to calm down in his familiar and unfamiliar hometown environment. He wrote a poem about his inner feelings:

Back home, I wrote Tanghe Zhangzhi.

Young people leave home, old people come back,

The local accent has not changed.

The children don't know each other,

Smile and ask the guest where he is from.

This ancient poem has been handed down to this day.

The sparkling lake, sparkling, Sister Liu by the lake used the sparkling lake as a mirror for dressing, where she gently combed her braids. The sun shines on the lake, and there are golden waves on the lake, and ripples are naughty floating around the lake. Look, the fish in the water are playing happily, and the tadpoles are looking for their mother everywhere. Look, there are a pair of big dragonflies parked there, looking at the beautiful scenery. Listen, the birds are constantly admiring the beautiful scenery, and the singing oriole is also singing this beautiful song to the foreign objects around him. This song seems to intoxicate them; This song seems to bother them; This song seems to make them fall asleep in this song. On the river bank, the green grass is dense, the refreshing breeze is blowing, and the grass is dancing, which is beautiful. The mountains in the distance are undulating, just like a charming landscape painting, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

Suddenly, a burst of laughter broke the silent scenery. There is a boat floating in the distance, and there are two laughing children sitting on it. One of them is wearing a red Chinese-style chest covering, the other is wearing a white shirt, and both of them are barefoot. An older child put away his penny, stopped his paddle and sat in the middle of the fishing boat, which gradually stopped. One child said to another, "The boat is in the middle of the lake now. Without paddles and poles, what can we do now to move the boat forward? " Another Chinese character is holding his chin and thinking quietly. "Oh, yes, let's use an umbrella to push the boat forward!" With that, he quickly took out his umbrella from the cabin and opened it. He held it high and let the wind blow on it. The wind pushed the fishing boat. In this way, the fishing boat moved slowly.

Passers-by saw it and thought in surprise: Is it raining now? What are these two children doing with umbrellas? Oh, no wonder everyone takes umbrellas when it doesn't rain. Originally, it was not to shelter from the wind and rain, but to use the wind to let the ship move forward. These passers-by thought about it and couldn't help praising the two children, saying that they were smart and worthy of admiration.

When these passers-by looked back again, their fishing boats had gone away, leaving only some ripples on the water.

In ancient times, there was a poet named Brewmaster: Li Bai. Li Bai has a best friend named Wang Lun, who is also a famous poet. One day, Li Bai received a letter from Wang Lun, which read as follows:

Li Bai, I haven't seen you for days. Today, I want to invite you to my hometown. There are many peach ponds there, which are particularly beautiful. I hope you can come to my house soon. -Wang Lun

When Li Bai saw the words, he went to his hometown in Wang Lun by boat. When Li Bai saw the scenery, he was intoxicated. There are many peach trees as straight as soldiers on the shore, and pink peach blossoms are in full bloom, which looks like a pink rosy cloud from a distance. When the wind doll blows gently, several peach blossoms fall with the wind, as if several pink butterflies are dancing. The lake is clear, like a mirror. There are several willows on the grass, and the wind dolls blow on them. The willows are swinging their green braids, as if performing for Li Bai. Li Bai is envious. What he envies is that Wang Lun's family has many beautiful peach blossom ponds.

A voice named Li Bai. It turned out that Wang Lun, Li Bai's best friend, had come to meet him. Li Bai got off the boat and followed Wang Lun to his home. Wang Lun's home is not far from Taohuatan. They drink together, write poems together, walk together on the way to Taohuatan, and breathe fresh air together. In this way, day after day. One day, Li Bai thought: I can't live in Wang Lun's house any longer, and I can't make Wang Lun tired. There are still many things to do at home. So, while Wang Lun was asleep, Li Bai quietly took the luggage back and got on the boat.

When Li Baigang was about to board the boat, he heard the sound of singing on the shore, so he looked at it. It turns out that Wang Lun has sent Li Bai away. Li Bai was very moved. He looked at the clear lake in thousands of feet and thought: thousands of feet Lake is not as affectionate as Wang Lun. Looking at Wang Lun's vague figure far away, he was very moved. Li Bai returned home, got a pen and wrote a poem:

A gift for Wang Lun.

Tang Libai

Li Bai will want to travel by boat,

Suddenly I heard singing on the shore.

Peach Blossom Pond is deep in thousands of feet. Li Bai gave this poem to Wang Lun. Wang Lun received the letter and opened it. Wang Lun read the letter and shed tears.