Ancient poetry writing

Ancient Poetry Composition 1 I can't forget the warm spring with flowers in full bloom, the hot summer, the fruity autumn and the snowy winter.

The beauty of spring lies in the willows and flowers, Yun Lan's makeup trees, and the tapestries of thousands of strands of moss. You see, the willow's long hair flutters in the gentle spring breeze, like ribbons, dancing with the wind. Birds seem to be whispering to the spring breeze and willow branches, and the fish in the lake are listening quietly, which is intoxicating.

The beauty of summer lies in sincerity. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. Lotus gives off a charming fragrance, symbolizing the quality of white and elegance. At first glance, some have only a few petals, and some are fully open. Under the scorching sun, the lotus is more white and colorful than before, and people can't help but immerse themselves in the lotus fragrance.

The beauty of autumn lies in the bright red maple leaves. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. The maple leaf is so charming, like a small palm, that the poet can't help but stop and enjoy it slowly. This red leaf is the messenger of autumn and the movement of fiery life. This is not only a poem, but also a love for maple leaves and a hymn to the late autumn season.

The beauty of winter is in full bloom in plum blossoms. There are some plums in the corner, and Ling Han Zhen opens them alone. In the cold winter, plum blossoms bloom alone in the corner. Unlike other flowers, they choose to show themselves in spring. The tenacious vitality of plum blossoms is touching.

The four seasons in ancient poetry are symbols of beauty, happiness and eternity, which fascinates me.

Spring has come to rewrite the composition of ancient poetry, and a hundred flowers blossom. The great poet Du Fu heard that there was a river.

There is a person named Huang Siniang. There are all kinds of plants in her garden. It's time for everything to revive. It must be colorful there. So Du Fu decided to go to the riverside to enjoy flowers.

Du Fu came to the river and saw the river rolling and running. The spring breeze is blowing, which warms my face, and a strong breath of spring is sprinkled on this river. But there are only a few scattered wild flowers on the riverside. Where can there be Huang Si's maiden garden?

Du Fu couldn't help feeling a little lost. Then a gust of wind passed and Du Fu smelled it. The wind is mixed with rich floral fragrance. I don't know what it is, but it should be a collection of many flowers! Du Fu was intoxicated by the floral fragrance, and swept away the loss just now, and Du Fu was completely immersed in the floral fragrance.

Du Fu didn't wake up until the wind stopped. "The fragrance of flowers just now is so charming. Is that the big garden of Huang Sijia over there? " Thought of here, Du Fu suddenly refreshed, and he walked along the flowers.

Flowers press the branches like bows, and a breeze blows, and the branches shake, sending wisps of fragrance from time to time. There are several butterflies hovering among the flowers, dancing gracefully. It seems to say, "Look, our poet Du Fu is here. Let's enjoy the flowers together! " Du Fu was meditating when there was a crisp "cha-cha" sound in his ear. He looked up and saw several beautiful and lovely orioles singing in the branches, as if singing a wonderful spring hymn.

It was an early morning, and I was in a particularly happy mood. I decided to go out and relax.

I passed by the river and saw a shepherd boy herding cattle, so I quickly went forward and chatted with him. He was surprised to see me and told me excitedly, "Uncle, once I passed by the school and heard a gentleman talking about your poem. Can you write me in your poem? "

"ok." I readily promised him and decided to follow him. At this time, the cow stopped walking, and the shepherd boy said, "He is thirsty. Let's go to the river. "

I followed him to the river. Cattle lie prone on the green grass, shoveling down the river, and the shepherd boy sits on a big stone covered with moss. The river is crystal clear, small fish are playing in the water, and colorful pebbles are embedded in the bottom of the water, decorating the pond like colorful silk.

After the cows have finished drinking water, we should hit the road. The shepherd boy happily sang his own song: "I am a happy shepherd boy." Feed the cows, herd them, feed them every day ... "He was still singing in the bushes. Suddenly, a voice came from my ear, "Know, know, know". So cicadas are singing. The shepherd boy also heard this, pouted discontentedly, hissed at the old cow and me, quietly walked behind the cicada and caught it with a bang. At that moment, the cicada quickly flew out of his palm. Unwilling, he hurried after cicada. I looked at the sun. It's already noon, so I have to go home.

Although it was only one morning, I already had an idea and wrote a poem, "What I See": The shepherd boy rode a yellow ox and sang Lin Yue. Trying to catch cicadas, I suddenly closed my mouth.

Maybe the little shepherd boy will like it. ...

Life is Gong Zizhen's dedication that "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud to protect flowers".

Life is Wen Tianxiang's lofty spirit of "Who will never die since ancient times, and keep the heart of Dan in the history books".

Life is Su Dongpo's detachment and open-mindedness. Who says that there is no shortage of life, and the running water in front of the door can still flow westward?

Life is the helplessness and sadness of Du Fu's "falling into tears like a lonely bird".

Seeing that "geese grow in the air and fish are shallow in the sky", maybe you will realize the colorful life; Read "the desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen", maybe you will feel the vastness of the desert; You may feel the tenacity of life when you read "heavy snow presses pines and cypresses, and pines and cypresses stand tall and straight". In fact, all philosophies are contained in the things around us. At this time, we just need to have a delicate heart and feel the true meaning of life at any time.

● The backbone is Mencius' loyalty that "wealth cannot be lewd, poverty cannot be moved"; The backbone is Li Bai's arrogance of "Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those high-ranking officials who will never be seen with sincere faces"; The backbone is Yu Qian's indomitable "I am not afraid of death, but I want to stay on earth"; The backbone is Ye Ting's awe-inspiring "How can a human body climb out of a dog hole".

● I yearn for leisure, I like purity, I like quietness, I pursue serenity ... I yearn for the leisure of "picking chrysanthemums under the hedge", I like the purity of "clear water produces hibiscus", I like the quietness of "frost on a deserted bridge", and I pursue the quietness of "lowering my head to get lotus seeds" ...

● Clever display of knowledge.

14 years old loves reading. I don't know when childhood laughter has become a memory. Some people are addicted to internet cafes, and some people are keen to talk to God. In the twilight, I sat up and read, feeling sad for Qu Yuan's ambition and moved by Zhu Ziqing's simplicity and naturalness. Stop at Hugo's Notre Dame de Paris, get lost in the Sahara desert with Sanmao, and listen to Zhang Ailing talking about old Shanghai in 1930s. I always indulge in it, and I don't want to say goodbye for a long time until the dead of night.

There, I listened to The Voice of the Wilderness, The Sound and the Fury, watched The Dancer of Izu, and felt One Hundred Years of Solitude.

I love Lushan Waterfall, "Flying down three thousands of feet, I suspect the Milky Way has set for nine days";

I like "Caiyun Lake"? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes. "Taishan;

I love the Yellow River's nine bends into the sea, never to return.

I love the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River, and the apes on both sides of the Yangtze River can't stop crying.

I love the simplicity of "the bright moon in Qin dynasty and the local customs in Han dynasty";

I love the beautiful south of the Yangtze River, where "the sunrise makes the river blossom better than the fire".

Look at the floating sky, the branches where bloom passes and the eaves where birds live, and you will know that ancient poetry is the key to open the closed door in the depths of the soul.

That poem is about beautiful mountains and rivers, parting feelings, love affairs ... but what touches the innocent soul most is the spring, summer, autumn and winter in that ancient poem, which is the sustenance of my soul and a portrayal of life.

"I don't know who cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors." In the lonely winter, the first thing that opens people's hearts is the willow trees blown by the spring breeze and the willow silk blown by the lake. This is telling us that spring is coming! "The sky is crisp and the grass looks close, but it is not." In the early spring, several spring rains met people's needs, and it rained heavily, which dyed the world green. "Several early warblers compete for warm trees, and their Chun Yan pecks at the soil in spring." Even the swallows returning from the south compete to bathe in the warm sunshine in early spring. They build their nests in the bright sunshine. How happy, happy and hardworking they are!

The bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze chirps at midnight. Under the starry sky in summer, we appreciate the unique artistic beauty of the moon. Under the starry sky, cicadas sing melodiously, which is really fascinating! "Little He Gang has a sharp corner and has long stood on his head." By the lake in summer, the lotus petals on the water are fresh and elegant, which is more beautiful under the embellishment of dragonflies.

"Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February". Autumn is colorful and monotonous, but it shows its characteristics in monotony. Maple leaves are red, which makes people think of "fiery red" at a glance and arouses vitality. The red color of maple leaves is a portrayal of autumn.

"Thousands of miles of ice, Wan Li snow". Winter is often a season of heavy snow and freezing the soul. At first glance, what else can there be but snow? However, the snow in winter made Mei's character. "The snow in Mei Xu Xun is white, but it has lost its fragrance." When the snow falls, plum blossoms are not afraid of the cold, do not succumb to the blow of snow and cold wind, hold their heads high and finally bloom fragrant plum blossoms.

Ancient poems are everywhere and hidden in our lives. Only by being good at discovering and understanding it and learning to use it in our study and life can we open the closed door of our hearts.

A curtain of rain pours down, hazy and light. There is only rain and fog between heaven and earth, like crying, jumping and falling gently. ...

Prefer rain, prefer stories in rain, and write poems about rain.

Spring rain is always pleasant! When a few drops of rain fall, everything will be completely new. "Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently. " Du Fu suddenly heard the rain on a spring night and ran out of the house happily, perhaps without a coat! I just want to see the hurried rain, standing under the eaves and watching "the wild road is black, the river is bright." Joy welled up in my heart, and I began to look forward to the morning of the vertical day. "Look at that red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng will be heavy." A few numbers, but full of joy. The spring rain made him happy and sad. "The rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is far away." The spring rain written by Han Yu is "moist as crisp", which awakens the grass and only the head emerges. They poked their heads out in response to the warmth of the spring rain. Looking at the emerald from a distance, you can't see clearly when you walk in. "Spring tides bring rain late, and there is no boat to cross the wild." The hurried spring rain came with the wind, but it touched people's heartstrings inadvertently.

The freshest rain should be the one written by Wang Wei, right? An autumn night in the mountains? All right! There is love in the painting, and there is painting in the poem!

"After the rain, an empty mountain stands on an autumn night. Moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream. " Autumn rain is cool and quiet, nourishing people's hearts. After a new rain, the author walked in the mountains, and a bright moon shone from the pine forest, which should illuminate the wet raindrops. The leaves are bright, and the clear spring winds through the forest, flows through the stones, jingles and gurgles, which is a little agility in the silent forest.

Lu You listened to the rain in his later years, but he was ambitious. "In a remote village, I don't feel sorry for myself, but I still want to defend my country." At that time, Lu You was in his twilight years, but he still could not forget his determination to defend his country and make contributions. "Sleeping at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream." The wind and rain outside the window, the drizzle, and the dream of traveling on land are iron horses, glaciers and heroic gallops on the battlefield. When the rain stopped, it was just a dream. However, the storm on the 4th of 1 1 was remembered by future generations. It was the madness of wind and rain, the dream of Lu You, and the unwilling ambition.

"You ask the return date is not fixed, and it rains late in autumn pond. When * * * cut the candle at the west window and talk about the late rain. " That night, the rain filled the autumn pool, which brought Li Shangyin only endless thoughts and sadness. I remember cutting candles and flowers with my wife in the past, but now I can only live apart and tell my inner thoughts alone. The autumn rain in Bashan filled the autumn pond and filled Li Shangyin's heart.

The softness of "sunny water, rainy mountains and sky"; "The acropolis toward the rain? Where's Jingjing? The green willow in the guest house is new in color. " Fresh; "Dark clouds turn over the ink and don't cover the mountain, and white rain jumps over the boat." Courage, etc. It feels like hearing the rain and seeing someone. ...

It is raining outside the window again. Maybe behind every rain, there is a deep-felt poet! They stood in the rain, singing songs, listening to the people's sufferings, expressing their lofty aspirations and showing their full ambitions. Rain decorated their dreams, and their poems touched many people's feelings!

Today, the rain that hit my window is the person who used to write it down!

7. Uncover the cover of the Book of Songs, and you will see the water color and river light of "Guan Guan Yu is in Hezhou"; Open the chapter of Chu Ci, and you will see the waves of the lake, the waves of the river and the waves of the autumn wind, and the waves and leaves of Dongting Lake. Plain is gentle, it can express people's inner feelings. In ancient times, one of people's main means of transportation was the boat, so the ferry became a place for friends or lovers to say goodbye, and water played an important role at this time.

"Ha, ha, the water is a cross, and the mountain is an eyebrow peak. Which way do you want to ask pedestrians? To the intersection of mountains and rivers. Take the spring water and send you back. If you catch up with spring in Jiangnan, you must live with spring. " (Crown's "Farewell to Bao Haoran in East Zhejiang by the diviner") This is a farewell poem. The poet points to the water with his eyes and the mountain with his brow. Because of his fantastic ideas about water, this poem has no sadness of parting and breaks away from the routine of farewell words.

The relationship between water and love seems to be closer than that between water and friendship, which can be proved by China's first book of poems, The Book of Songs. "Jane Jane warehouse, the millennium is frost. The so-called Iraqi people, the water side, follow it back, the road is long. Swim back from it, in the middle of the water It's been a long time, and it hasn't changed for thousands of years. The so-called Iraqis are in Shuimei. Follow them back and the road is blocked. Swim back from the inside and swim in the water.

Jia Cai, peace and prosperity have not passed. The so-called Iraqis are in the water. Go back and follow, the road is blocked and turn right. Swim back from the inside and swim in the water. "(Sword Armor) The author pursues the right person, but he can't get it. In this clear autumn season, when the grass is withered, he is homesick: where is she? She is "on the other side of the water" and "in the middle of the water". Her lover is looming and vague, which makes the author dream and write the love that can only be expected.

Simple water, how amazing! Because of its changeability, agility and liveliness, water can also guide poets to realize and think about life. Su Shi is optimistic and open-minded about life. "The flowing water in front of the door can still move westward, so don't sing white-haired yellow chickens." "How much sorrow can there be, just like a river flowing eastward" is Li Houzhu's everlasting regret song; "How can the water of the Yellow River get out of heaven and into the ocean, and never return" is Li Taibai's great ambition; "The monarch, the boat also; Shu Ren, water also.

This knife cuts bread and fingers. Xunzi's metaphor of the relationship between the regime and the people left a profound warning to future generations. Sun Tzu realized the way to defeat the enemy from the water: "the soldiers have no constant potential, and the water is impermanent;" Being able to win because of the change of the enemy is also called God. " Water is spiritual, it can convey people's feelings, can entrust the love of acacia, and can express the resentment of immigrant poets towards life.

May the ancient poems of our country flow farther and longer by the magic of water.

The snow at dusk is deep, as if there are countless emotions, and it is as turbulent as the sea, which can drown everything. ...

Liu Zongyuan abandoned everyone and went out for a walk. He saw almost no birds flying between the mountains, and there were no footprints of pedestrians on the mountain road.

Liu Zongyuan walked on, and he came to the river. There is a lonely boat in the distance, drifting alone in the middle of the river. On the boat, there was an old man in hemp fiber and hat, who was fishing. Watch him skillfully put the bait, throw the one with the bait into the lake and wait quietly.

What kind of old man is this? Is it because he, like me, has unspeakable sadness in his heart, so he fishes alone in this ice and snow?

Liu Zongyuan was suddenly inspired when he wrote poetry ―― Jiang Xue;

There are no birds in the mountains,

A thousand roads without footprints.

A boat, a bamboo cloak,

An old man was fishing in the cold river snow.

The snow is still falling. ...