Rewrite the composition of ancient poems about scenery

1. Have you rewritten the ancient poems describing the scenery into compositions

In the spring of March, colorful flowers are blooming everywhere, and small butterflies of all colors are dancing, making the earth more beautiful.

In this March of Ruyan Liu, Meng Haoran, an old friend, is leaving for Yangzhou, a famous city with flowers and beautiful curtains. Li Bai, a good friend, invited Meng Haoran to the Yellow Crane Tower near the Yangtze River to see him off.

At that time, it was only six o'clock, and there was a reddish glow in the sky. Li Bai took a bottle of wine from a small wooden box. He said, "Brother Meng will leave Huangheji, and this vintage wine will be given to you.

When you go to the scenic spot-Yangzhou in this beautiful season, I am envious and extremely reluctant to give up. You will go down to the east, and I don't know when you will return ... "Meng Haoran interrupted Li Bai:" Brother Li doesn't have to give up, my younger brother just goes to Yangzhou, which is not far from here. If Brother Li misses me, come to Yangzhou and get together with me, and we'll get drunk again ... " The boatman is shouting below. "Brother Li, goodbye!" Meng Haoran clenched Li Bai's hand.

"See you soon, and take care!" Li Baidao. Meng Haoran hurried downstairs and boarded the ship.

Meng Haoran's boat set sail, and Li Bai stood on the Yellow Crane Tower and reluctantly waved to his old friend. He watched the lonely boat sail, took his old friend farther and farther, and finally disappeared at the end of the blue sky.

at this time, only the surging waves rushed to the end of the blue sky, as if to catch up with old friends. Li Bai stood there gazing into the distance, thinking for a long time.

all this lingered in Li Bai's mind, so he picked up a pen and wrote a farewell to meng haoran on his way to yangzhou: an old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. In late spring March, the Yangtze River is misty and full of flowers. Young Li Bai is on the Yellow Crane Tower to bid farewell to the great poet Meng Haoran.

The Yellow Crane Tower overlooks the Yangtze River, and its eaves are soaring. Li Bai and Meng Haoran look up at the blue sky and white clouds for a while, and overlook the scenery on the river for a while, both deliberately not to touch the feelings of farewell hidden in their hearts.

Finally, Li Bai raised his glass and said, "Master Meng, your character is admirable, and your poems are famous all over the world. Since I met you, I have always regarded you as my brother and teacher.

Today, you are going down the river to Yangzhou. I don't know when we will meet again, so please drink this glass! " Meng Haoran took the glass, gulped it down, and then said, "Wang Bo said it well,' and yet, while China holds our friendship, and heaven remains our neighbourhood." Although we parted temporarily, our friendship is like the waves of the Yangtze River forever. "

willows are on the shore, and gulls are on the river. A friend boarded the ship.

The white sail faded away with the river wind and disappeared at the end of the blue sky. Li Bai still stood by the river, staring into the distance, only to see a spring water flowing to the horizon ... Li Bai couldn't hold back his excitement, and immediately sang a well-known poem-"Yellow Crane Tower a farewell to meng haoran on his way to yangzhou": an old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.

The solitary sail shows the blue sky in the distance, and only the Yangtze River flows in the sky. Fireworks In March, Brother Meng and I rode to the Yellow Crane Tower where we often go.

Today is the day when Brother Meng will leave for Yangzhou. I have already prepared wine and appetizers for Brother Meng to bid farewell. Meng Xiong and I boarded the Yellow Crane Tower and sat at a table by the window, drinking wine and eating snacks should we have.

At this moment, the breeze blows gently, blowing the clothes of Brother Meng and me. (The author has rich imagination. From this detail, we feel the feeling of spring, which endows the article with dynamic beauty. Brother Meng and I put down our glasses and went to the window, looking out at the sea of fireworks. The river was sparkling and flocks of birds were flying freely in the blue sky.

(It's natural to make a transition from the previous narration to the description of scenery. ) In such picturesque scenery, Meng Xiong and I have a great poetic interest, drinking against each other and making good poems one after another.

happy, we began to talk about our worries, ambitions and ideals. After a long talk, it's getting late and Brother Meng is leaving.

Meng Xiong and I can only drink one last glass of wine. I stood up, holding a hip flask in one hand and a glass in the other, slowly filling up the wine for Meng Xiong and pouring a glass for myself. Meng Xiong and I picked up the glass together. (The description of the scene makes readers feel as if they were there. Brother Meng said, "Hey! All good things must come to an end. Let's say goodbye today. I don't know when to meet again. Come! Let's have a drink. "

with that, we drank it all at once. At this time, Brother Meng packed his bags and said, "Dear brother, I'm leaving."

"Let me give you another ride!" I said. Say that finish, Meng Xiong and I went downstairs together.

(This sentence is not in harmony with the artistic conception of the article, so the first sentence below can indicate the destination. ) We walked hand in hand in the shady path, and the scenery on the road was really beautiful, so full of spring scenery.

On the green grass, dotted with wild flowers, trees on the roadside are sprouting green. The wind is blowing, the river is sparkling, and a free bird is chasing behind us, singing with its euphemistic song, as if singing a farewell song for Meng Xiong. In such a vibrant scenery, we are in no mood to enjoy it.

we were silent all the way. The beautiful scenery creates a deep sadness of farewell.

With a change of the pen, the sadness of parting is subtly highlighted. ) came to the river, the boat had already arrived, and Meng Xiong just wanted to get on the boat. I grabbed Meng Xiong. (Suddenly, Li Bai and Meng Haoran were still quite natural and unrestrained about this separation.

there won't be such a dramatic performance! ) said: "I don't know when to meet again. I wish you a pleasant journey and peace. "

Brother Meng said gratefully, "We will definitely meet again." Brother Meng stepped on the boat and stood at the bow. Our eyes looked at each other. He took my hand and said, "Goodbye!" The boatman paddled and the boat paddled slowly forward.

Brother Meng stood at the bow and kept waving to me. I waved my hand and silently blessed Brother Meng. The ship went away and disappeared into the horizon where water and sky meet, only the shadow of the ship could be seen.

Nearby, I saw the waves beating layer by layer and rushing to the shore. The shadow of fish is reflected in the water; In the distance, the river is sparkling and rolling forward.

I've been standing by the river, and I haven't left. Looking at it, I sang a poem: an old friend resigned from the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.

The solitary sail shows the blue sky in the distance, and only the Yangtze River flows in the sky. 2. Expand the ancient poems describing the scenery

I'll give you a lot of poems, which will guarantee your satisfaction: In April, my hometown always went out to farm early, and the next morning, many farmers carried hoes to remove weeds in the fields and turned over the land to make the crops more fertile.

He didn't get home until midnight, and he was still sweating profusely. After dinner, he and his wife rubbed hemp together. Their children were also very filial, and each had his own skills. As a member of this family, even if they didn't know how to plow, rub hemp and grow melons, they would learn to farm, rub hemp and grow melons in some shady places. Ah, how filial the children in the farm are, how full their lives are, and they will live by their own labor. It's really a four-season pastoral affair, and each has its own interests! Expand the chapter of "Yong Liu" and congratulate him. In March, the spring is intoxicating.

One day, He Zhizhang, a poet, was at home for illness, and he was very puzzled. He asked Li Bai to chat. As soon as he got rid of his melancholy, He Zhizhang was in a particularly happy mood. He hummed a tune and enjoyed the roadside scenery, green grass, green leaves and bright flowers, which was really refreshing. On the way, He Zhizhang's eyes suddenly lit up and he couldn't help crying out: "What a beautiful willow forest!" So he slowed down and slowly appreciated it.

I saw the microwave on the clear lake, and the clever swallows flew next to the lake, rushed to the other side, and jumped into the air, so happy. In the lake, mandarin ducks are chasing and playing in the water. On the shore, willows are made up like jasper, and the green is bright and intoxicating. The sharp willows are like elves just cut out with scissors, and their branches hang down gently like ribbons.

the hair-like branches are blown by the breeze. He Zhizhang reveled in it.

Suddenly, an inspiration came to his mind, and a quip became a poem: "Jasper is dressed as a tree, and thousands of green silk tapestries hang down. I wonder who cut the fine leaves? The spring breeze in February is like scissors. "

after singing, he stopped again and quickly wrote down this swan song of spring in his notebook. After reading the book, he repeatedly recited it and felt that the poem was quite good. When he was still unfinished, he suddenly remembered an appointment with Li Bai and thought, why don't I have a drink with Brother Li Bai? He reluctantly left this beautiful scenery.

The expansion of Silent Night Thinking Today is August 15th. Originally, it was a day for family members to get together to eat, drink and laugh, while I was wandering in a foreign land. Alas! I feel so lonely and helpless for the first time! I couldn't help drinking some wine, flopping on the bed, patting my chubby belly and thinking a lot.

I glanced at the ground with a drunken eye, huh? Why is there frost on the ground? I seem to meet a little comfort in the dark, and I just want to touch it, but then I think: why is there frost in autumn? Even if there is, it won't be in the house! My wine suddenly woke up, and I looked at it carefully. Oh, it was the soft moonlight, as light as gauze, and rippling like a clear water ... I looked up at the golden moon. Ah, so big, so pure moon embedded in the night, set off so beautifully, a little bit of black clouds floating, alas, a little lonely, but also a little desolate.

I looked down, and I couldn't help thinking of my hometown. Tears streamed down my eyes. Alas, I'm alone as a junior official in a completely strange city, and I'm still poor. God, how is my family now? How is the hometown now? I haven't heard from my hometown at all. How lonely I am! "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" expands the original poem-Du Fu: "Good rain knows the season, when spring happens. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.

the wild trails are all dark, and the river boats are all bright. Look at the red and wet place, and the flowers are heavy in Jinguan City. "

It rained again today. It seems that the good rain is really perceptible and I know it's time to rain. In this season of recovery, it quietly assists the growth of all things on the earth.

Rain, with the gentle breeze, falls on the earth, and the thin rain quietly moistens the little creatures who are eager for nectar. I put on my clothes and went out to enjoy the rainy scene at night.

Walking in the field path, because of the rain, everything around is so gray that I can't see clearly. I can only see the fresh green flowing bright colors in the light rain in Mao Mao. In the distance, a lonely lamp on a small fishing boat drifting on the river looks so bright and bright in the dark! At dawn, I immediately went out to see the beautiful picture scroll left by the rain.

Ah, the glittering and translucent rain beads remain on the bright red petals, which seems to aggravate the color of the petals. The fiery red flowers make Jinguan City look like a cluster of flowers, which shows the charm of Jinguan City. How beautiful it is! "Boarding Guazhou" expands the original poem "Guazhou in Jingkou is separated by several mountains.

The spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan. When will the bright moon shine on me? " Early in the morning, it's time for me to leave. Although there is still mist in the air, although I am still reluctant to go, I have to go as a last resort.

I looked at the rolling river under my feet with a sad face. Alas, the river also has its destination and its goal. What about me? And what about me? I looked at Jingkou on the south bank. It was so close to Guazhou where I was, only separated by a Yangtze River, but I couldn't get there. Alas! A burst of children's laughter interrupted my train of thought. I turned around and saw several children pulling a kite string. Alas, I often play this game under the big willow tree in my hometown! I can't help looking south again. My hometown, Zhongshan, is only separated by a few layers of mountains. In a distant place, clouds are lingering. I took back my eyes and sighed again. The spring breeze blew and blew, greening the banks of the river, everything revived, and birds chirped and chirped. When will my spring come? When can I return to officialdom? I long for the warmth of home! When can the bright moonlight shine on me and return to my hometown? "hiking" expanded my trip in an afternoon in late autumn and came to the front of the mountain where the trees were depressed, and I was deeply fascinated by the scenery in front of me; A stone road winds up, as if there is a white line in the yellow-green vegetation, and the top of this white line is a white cloud on the top of the mountain, and some houses are faintly visible under the white cloud.

In the frosted maple forest, under the setting sun, every leaf is like a burning flame, which is more red than the spring flowers in February. I stopped the car and was deeply moved by the spectacular natural life. I couldn't help exclaiming: Frost leaves are redder than February flowers! I have to write a poem at once.

From a distance, the mountain is very deep and high, in this high mountain in late autumn. 3. how about choosing an ancient poem with scenery and rewriting it into a 15-word scenery writing

Wang Yue

Du Fu in Tang Dynasty

Dai Zongfu (fú)?

vast greens stretch across Qi and Lu, the two lands high..

the Maker endowed all the mystic Nature grace here,

and? a day at once into dawn and dusk comes by..

colorful clouds lave? my bosom free and easy,

and the birds fly back and forth before my strained eye..

once climbing to the top of the peek, one would see,

the other mountains all appear dwarfs under the sky..

The sky is covered with dark clouds, and the weather seems to be comparable to frost, throwing gray rain spots at people's heads. Standing on this bare hill, I saw a scene in front of me-it was so gloomy and cold, as if it made people feel that there was only endless emptiness above the gray sky. So, I bowed my head and sighed, but I saw a listless wild flower, bowed my head, bent over, shed tears and sighed. The soil on one side is as dry as pine bark, but it is still struggling on the edge of the endless valley of death. Why are you crying? Why struggle? Just because the country is broken up, I feel that I am crying because of current events! I'm trying to block my ears! Because I don't want to hear the birds singing with nowhere to escape. It's a sad and mysterious sound, like a death clock ringing, with a sense of rhythm, but also a sense of urgency.

A cool wind, like a deep tune, tore out all my emotions. The wind, no matter whether you have heartbreaking pain or screaming at the top of your lungs, is gnawing at everything I have. Relatives and friends are all far away, thousands of miles away from me. Can they hear the cruel howl of the wind? Have they received my letter from home? Perhaps, the letter from home has drifted in the endless sky with the smoke of war, or it has been bitten by the ruthless wind and refused to let go. However, why didn't it also devour my bitter emotions < P >? So that I can indulge myself in this desolate and sad early February spring.

the maple forest is completely dyed, and the autumn leaves are left. When can I meet my relatives and friends, I'm afraid that mountains will stop us. Sorrow is as sad as late autumn, and like thick hair, it is countless. Nowadays, even the hair is scratched short, and even the hair pin can't be inserted. 4. The next volume of the fifth grade of People's Education Press is June 27th.