Beautiful paragraphs of college entrance examination Chinese (historical figures)

Go to Li Shen.

At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?

This is your poem. There are only two of your poems, but we will continue to learn from generation to generation.

Are you also a farmer's child? I don't know if you are a farmer's child, but I am. I have experienced the scene you described.

Farmers are always a symbol of suffering. Should farmers suffer? The sky is wide and gloomy. Can you only bear it if you can't beat it?

When I was in my hometown of arachis duranensis, I was thinking about primary school textbooks, just like today's primary school textbooks. Now farmers can meet the aura of bumper harvest and harvest their whole life's grain with sickles. The sun is shining. A smile is something you couldn't see at that time.

I listened to time sucking behind my back again and again. Watching the farmer's blood drip from under his skin into the soil. I clearly watched the farmers' veins standing out slowly, and watched their fullness gradually shrink. Until it is as light as a feather, leaving one last look on the bed.

It's no use writing many poems. One or two poems are enough for people to remember. Li Shen, you are a poet. When you hold the peasants as high as a god, I see that you are an indispensable feather on the wings of the whole Tang Dynasty.

Go to Cui Hao.

It's time to go, and it's time to go. If they leave, there will be nothing. Like those yellow cranes, they are far from rich and delicate, so they will never come back. Whether it is 1000 or 10000, what can be left is only people's imagination.

Where is the township pass? It turns out that people are looking for their hometown. As we all know, the place where you were born will also be your best home.

I have been sitting like this since morning, wandering in poetry, I don't know how many people I can see. How many people can I read? I just let go of my thoughts and quietly think about your thoughts at that time.

I was about to close my eyes when I heard a whistle in the distance. It sounded like a bird's song, so bright. I looked up at the sky, how I longed to see a big bird with a long neck and wide wings. I hope it is a bird that people call a crane. But that's just my imagination. Now there are fewer and fewer of them. Occasionally, it can only be seen in their protected areas!

I finally understand why Mr. Wang is standing on the foggy river and worrying.

How far your vision is, how strong your insight is.

To Wei.

No one is born with a lonely heart. All the sky will be sunny and cloudy.

Spring is near, and the moisture can be obviously smelled, but who can be like you, even a grass growing by the water is full of love? You can hear orioles chirping in the trees deep in the forest. What a delicate heart this requires! Wei Suzhou, what a poetic name it is!

The night is getting more and more urgent, there is no one on the ferry, and the boat is alone on the water. It's an empty feeling! Beauty is described in this way, but to describe such a beautiful person, in addition to a careful heart, but also an open mind.

I wonder who else can bring you oppression and sadness. There is no road to the distance that you can't take. There is no one on the road you can't get married with. There is no friend you can't trust. Although that era was far less complicated than it is now, it is not easy to have a complete heart.

Yes, because you are Wei Suzhou, you are a poetic person, and your heart will always be more beautiful than sad.

The sky is far away, and the heart is better than the flesh. As long as people are willing to go back, they will certainly see many more spacious roads.

To Liu Changqing.

There is Four Treasures of the Study in the study, but is it necessary to hold all the treasures in your arms when you take the study alone? You must use a pen, and ink is indispensable. It is even more impossible to give up paper, even more impossible to give up inkstone, and even more impossible. You can't do anything without it. For literati, it is like your arms or limbs. Without them, you have no wings to fly. What's the use of being an official? Now that we have Four Treasures of the Study, what else do we need to do?

In addition to guarding each other, officials are bullying each other. What's the point of being an official? Besides, you have been in prison, and you should know what it's like to be in prison! Where is life unhappy? Why are all the ancients always proud of entering the official career? Is it really for the sake of being a magistrate for a year, or for the sake of one person's enlightenment?

Mr. Suizhou, when you write a poem, you always remember one of them, "Can I follow your footsteps in the autumn grass? It's looking sideways in the cold forest." I thought you saw through the world of mortals, but you didn't know that it was the last meaning of life to see Nanshan leisurely under the hedge of chrysanthemum picking.

As the sun sets, the bell is getting late, and a crow croakes and flies away from the sky. The castle peak is getting farther and farther away, so don't hold it tightly. Nothing can be held forever!

To Meng Haoran

Singing in the countryside is your greatest wish in my life!

I saw my old friend packed all the things in the country, and then wrote to me saying that this season is a good day. Come on.

Trees around the village are green. The mountain is green and stands not far away. It's all beautiful. Let's talk quickly!

People who can chat together don't necessarily need too many. The place doesn't have to be big. It's a pleasure to chat together. Why do you ask so much? A little more wine will be more beautiful. There is no need to prepare any dishes, just two kinds of farm snacks. You can even wear chrysanthemums. As long as you have a loving heart, this wild flower. It will also be your most beautiful harvest!

Mr. Meng, I know the greatest advantage of your life. I just haven't been an official like many poets in the Tang Dynasty, but it's ok. If all the poets in the Tang Dynasty were officials, what's the point? Someone must be different, otherwise, I will be disappointed. I never put poetry writing and career on the same plate. Wine is wine and tea is tea. If you drink wine and tea together, what taste can you drink!

Meng Haoran, you have filled the world with imagination. You let me see the hope of peace.

To Zhang Jiuling.

When I saw that you were the right prime minister, I suddenly had an idea. Please retire to your hometown!

Why can't people always see the present situation clearly? Like why are modern people always insatiable? How tired! If you really do something for the people, so much the better, otherwise, there will always be a black ink in history. Although you are not the bigger the official, the darker the heart, but you still don't know how to advance and retreat! Like many people, the bigger the official, the more confused he is.

Qujianggong, Qujianggong, I know you didn't realize you were just a lone bird flying from the sea until later. But the world had changed by then. In a different day, treacherous court official is either in power or Lian Po is old!

Life is just like this, what is there to envy?

To Wang Changling.

People who defend the border are bitter, and the sand and sea breeze ring. The periphery of the city is full of cold murderous look.

You are not the first person to hear frontier fortress bow, nor the first person to write frontier fortress poems, but you are the first poet to write frontier fortress poems in my memory. I remember the song "Out of the Fortress" that you wrote in the middle school textbook: "The moon was closed in Qin Dynasty, and the moon was closed in Han Dynasty. People didn't return on the Long March: only Longcheng will fly, and Huma won't teach crossing the shadow mountain." How many times have I read this poem so far? I don't remember it clearly, but I clearly feel that every time I read it, I will feel different.

People guarding the border are suffering! Think about your life that you are not proud of. What does it matter? So what if you are frustrated! You wrote a lot of frontier poems, you wrote those people, and those people also wrote you in their hearts. Being remembered is a happy thing!

I know I like your poems. Just like those high-spirited and intense poems, they can't be forgotten. Therefore, I also like your personality. A person who dares to sing his favorite songs is also worthy of learning or praise.

If there is no more war in this world, what if you don't write frontier poems?

This world! If only we had lost all the filth!

Go to Chen Ziang.

Shehong, Sichuan, I know that place. I know it comes from a winery called Tuopai, a poet friend of the winery. Of course, she is not as famous as Mr Apollo. So I can only write down her name in my mind instead of mentioning it often in front of my friends.

I have been lazy all my life, only loyal to literature, but I can't reach a peak because of congenital deficiency and acquired deficiency. I dare not sing loudly like my husband: "where are those lost times in front of me?" Behind me, where are the future generations? . I think of heaven and earth, with no limit and no end. I was alone and my tears fell. "

It's not that I don't want to carry a heavy load. I am not afraid that old age will freeze on my face in an instant. It's just that the world is changing so fast now that I often feel tired even if I do nothing. I always feel very cold around and I am weak.

Today's world. Action is very free, and everyone can live in their own way.

But Mr Apollo. I know that we have not only passed your shadow, but also gone further and further.

Give it to Bai Juyi

When I passed Luoyang in 2000, I wanted to see the tomb of the lay man in Xiangshan, but I missed it because of fate. To this day, I cannot forgive myself.

Xunyang River is in Jiangxi. I didn't have a chance to see it when I passed by Jiangxi, but I believe it is a beautiful river. Because Xunyang is a beautiful name.

In my impression, the guests can't be the kind who often come and go. Only the guests who are greeted or sent are the most affectionate.

Pipa is not played by hand, just like all music is spoken by heart. People who play pipa can't come out casually, otherwise they will lose their feelings. Even if he holds the pipa for a long time, he will cover half his face. Pipa can't be played in one shot. First, you should play the strings three or two times and brew your feelings. Only in this way can we really hold people's heartstrings!

You can't say what's in your heart with your mouth, but what's in your heart is the expression and the sound of the piano. It is better to twist gently than to perform skillfully.

I can't help but say that I admire Mr. Lotte. Your description of pipa performance will never be available to me. Like "big strings hum like rain, small strings whisper like secrets;" Humming, whispering-and then mixed with each other, just like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade "is still borrowed by many people." And "Guan Yingying's words slipped at the bottom of the flower, and we heard a stream sobbing bitterly along the beach: the ice string was cold and astringent, as if it could not pass; And notes, fade away. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice. The silver bottle burst into the water first. Jump out of the conflict and attack between armored horses and weapons. Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk; The east boat is quiet, and the west boat is quiet. Only seeing the moon in the center of the river makes me feel ashamed and sigh! Better not, as long as I can complete my mission in this life!

Pipa began to cry, but it was only Sima's blue that was wet!

Bai Juyi, in fact, it is not an easy thing to pretend to be! I have never been an official, and I don't want to be an official. If a person can't be a good official, he shouldn't be an official, he can't seek happiness for the people, and his soul can't get peace after death.

Go to Wang Bo

Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same color. If I can write such a sentence, I will die willingly like Mr. Zi 'an.

I wrote about the ends of the earth and the ends of the earth. I met many people and left many people. But I never found my soul mate.

I am much older than Mr. Zi 'an, but I still don't know who will be my last confidant in my life. Maybe I can only walk alone in my life, just like a wolf running alone in the wilderness.

You can't see through the wind and smoke. Just like the mind of a fellow traveler who can't see through. I often learn to be like a person. I stood alone in the wind, letting the wind keep lifting my skirt and blowing my hair. In fact, I prefer to wear a gown, tie a bun and tie a ribbon fluttering behind my head, but that's just an illusion. What should be abandoned can never be kept.

In fact, I prefer to keep a pair of fantasy wings, outside the city gate, outside the years, as long as I can, I will fly to that place.

Wang Bo, you are the way. You are a lot of people who can't see the road ahead. You just lifted your feet. It blurs the world.

Go to zhangji

I made a special trip to Suzhou because of "a night-mooring near maple bridge", because the moon sets and the crow falls, and because Jiang Feng is fishing for fire.

In Suzhou, I didn't see what you saw and I didn't hear what you heard. I'm a little disappointed. I saw the moon in Suzhou on a disappointing night, and I saw a traveler who stayed in a hotel like me. The moon is bright, just like in my hometown, and the tired face of the traveler is the same as mine. We lay face to face in the hotel bed, saying something we didn't know.

Hanshan Temple is far from the city. This let me know that the most beautiful scenery is often in remote places.

Zhang Ji, I don't know what I got in Suzhou. Anyway, I woke up satisfied.

Just like the shot that suddenly occurred to me at this moment: I was stepping on a small road in Suzhou, listening to the banging of bluestones under my feet, and a girl with an umbrella appeared in front of me. Under her umbrella, her slim figure and delicate and elegant figure filled me with fantasies.

I walked with her for a long time in spite of myself. I didn't realize it was a dream until she turned around, gave me an elegant smile and smiled again.

To Wang Zhihuan.

One day passed, and all the rivers finally flowed into the sea. You can't stick to what is in front of you. If you want to see something broader or broader, you must open your heart and put yourself in a higher place.

Mr. Ji Ling, I find you are really an open-minded person. Have an upward attitude towards life, even if you are wronged, it is not easy to let go of your anger and keep a calm heart, so that you can reach another height after being insulted!

The Yellow River is far away, and its shore is out of sight behind it. Sir, I have always thought that living in this world is a happy thing in itself, but I have neglected to have my own thoughts while insisting on this free way of existence.

Maybe I should take a long view. Because you are in the Tang Dynasty, your eyes have traveled through time and space to modern times!

To Zhang Jiuling.

When I saw that you were the right prime minister, I suddenly had an idea. Please retire to your hometown!

Why can't people always see the present situation clearly? Like why are modern people always insatiable? How tired! If you really do something for the people, so much the better, otherwise, there will always be a black ink in history. Although you are not the bigger the official, the darker the heart, but you still don't know how to advance and retreat! Like many people, the bigger the official, the more confused he is.

Qujianggong, Qujianggong, I know you didn't realize you were just a lone bird flying from the sea until later. But the world had changed by then. In a different day, treacherous court official is either in power or Lian Po is old!

Life is just like this, what is there to envy?

To Jia Dao.

Push and knock, when you can't decide that sentence, it suddenly occurs to you that life is just like this!

There are many busy people. There are also many idle people. But few people can see the weeds engulfing the whole garden. Who wants to see those places that affect the beauty? In fact, what affects beauty is sometimes another kind of beauty. It's just that we don't have the eyes to see things from the side.

Birds don't pick places when camping. They can be happy anywhere. Their technology should make us new and new people feel ashamed. Faced with survival, they often lose confidence and endurance, and sometimes even lose themselves.

The monk knocked at the door under the moon. If you don't know what people think now, the reason for knocking at the door is probably not your home. Only by pushing the door can people look real and reasonable! I don't know who taught you to use this word. That's terrible! ,

Langxian should also be a broad-minded name. Why can't you believe in yourself decisively? The bridge has passed and many things have changed, but I just want to say that you should change. Nothing cannot be changed, just like life.

Zhiwen

It is still raining outside the window, and pedestrians are in a hurry. No one will care about my mood, but it is not a bad thing. So, I have more space of my own. Be happy if you want to be happy, and be sad if you want to be sad.

When Qian Fan is over, I still can't see your boat. What can release my mood?

Take a look at the latest weather forecast. All the days are written cloudy to cloudy or light rain occasionally.

The emotional summer I experienced continues, and the girl who sent me out of the village is now the mother of a child. I know, when I come back again. She won't dress and wash my face again. Su Yan She began to get used to being a peasant woman.

I still keep the habit of dreaming, quietly waiting for the past, I dare not go back to the countryside, dare not set foot on the road we have traveled countless times, I am afraid to meet those eyes that I still can't erase.

Jiangnan must be beautiful. I'd love to go, but I know there are no windows open for me in Jiangnan. Even if I meet a woman who is willing to take me in. I can only think about it in this distant place, the taste of heartbreak. I can't take it anymore.

Mr. Fei Qing, like you, dreaming of Jiangnan is not a reality. Nothing can make you feel sad.

Give it to Li Bai

Taibai is very clean, not polluted. Taibai is very clean, not polluted or colluded with it.

Li Bai, you are too close to the sky and too far from the ground. Researchers are tirelessly telling their own views. I don't need to elaborate on your tenacity or your wildness, but I know that in this cold world, no one's arm can keep anything.

The west is very close, but you have been riding the crane that has been flying for a long time, leaving for many years, but still have not stepped out of people's sight. Like Chang 'an in Shaanxi, the tower of the Tang Dynasty. Only the knocker has changed. Yubu or Xie Wang is no longer called that, and the shoes you once left have been deformed by modern people!

This is a fate that neither you nor I can change, just like those wines that can no longer be drunk. Not only are there no more containers like buckets, but even the contents have changed. Methanol and water can also become the famous Xinghua Village in Wan Li. You can't take the country roads, and the wine flags are all removed. Replace it with an urban neon full of fantasy colors, or a girl with heavy makeup and innocence. Where is there no temptation in life? But what can this temptation bring us?

Li Bai, the poetry of your time was so prosperous, but after you all left, poetry put away its flying wings. Modern society doesn't need poets, and even 10 thousand gestures can't bring back light. In today's era, all beautiful things should be polished, packaged or completely packaged. There are still many people who can drink and many people who are not drunk, but they are not geniuses, just gluttons, and Tao Ge no longer has the feeling of poetry!

Li Bai, can you put everything down and never come back when you get on the crane? Venus is in the distant sky. The once "Beidou", also known as Beidou, is still vast. I know I have nothing but a little yearning, and I don't even have a friend, but I can't pose.

I am a child in the country. I will eventually melt myself into the earth and let life grow a big leaf.

To Du Fu

The dust outside the window is falling, and the sunshine is white, like the surface of iron sheet. Occasionally a wisp of breeze, cool feeling is very comfortable and short-lived.

Mr. Zimei, in the city where I live. There is a mixed smell in the sky, the smell of modern cities and the colors painted on the walls, which render the warmth and softness of orange. The blue glass on the window represents the yearning for coolness. Not like the color you have experienced.

I like holding a pen in my left hand and pressing writing paper in my right hand. I divided myself into countless pieces, but I couldn't spell a tear. I know that everyone's experience is their own feelings, and no one can be another's confidant. I read your poem and saw a note about Shi Hao: Shi Hao, the name of this village, is in the east of Jinnan County, Shaanxi Province. What is Dongzi? I don't know. What I know is that Shi Hao is very famous now because your poems are used by many people. Can you explain your existence with them? I know that as long as people are concerned about their country and people, they will always be full of longing. For example, Jiao was born in this era.

Kong Fansen, although they have come a long way. But their spirit radiates immortal light, and people will be immortal only if they live in the hearts of the people. Similarly, I can accept another explanation they gave you: you gave this place a new life.

Mr. Zimei, after crossing the stone trench. You will be old, but your road is cleaner. When all the returning migratory birds are flying fast, you stayed in Xiangshui forever in the spring eight years after Li Bai. Is it to prove something?

"Boss, prepare two tables of specialties. There are VIPs tonight. " The sudden sound broke my inner peace. I saw a bald man with a big belly talking to a woman with a low eyebrow. I know that this night, the era of life and experience I face is about to begin again!

To Liu Zongyuan

Mr Zi Hou, your Jiang Xue has been with me for more than twenty years, but I can't forget the old man who fished alone in the Han River for more than twenty years. That shot is like an eternal dream, covering my childhood.

I can't hear the sound of water, and I can't see whether the ship is swaying. All my imagination is floating fish, fluctuating up and down with the rhythm of fish competing for food, from slow to intense. I have that feeling. I once sailed a boat and threw a fishing rod on the bow, but I didn't catch a fish. I am often absent-minded and keep turning my thoughts to distant places. I'm not worried about others catching fish. Do you have any regrets when you think about it?

All the birds in Qian Shan have disappeared, and there is no one's footprint on all the roads. Put the boat in a place like this, whether you are an old man or not. The important thing is that if you are not forced by life, you must be an expert in seclusion.

Mr. Zi Hou, you must not be superior. You don't have a hermit's mentality, although you have also sung: "The old fisherman spends the night here, and under the western cliff, small incense burns bamboo." Then, at sunrise, he walked through the fog, which was a green landscape, looking back at the east flow under the sky and the clouds coming lazily on the cliff, one after another. " That's just a feeling you have. Your heart is far less open-minded than your poems!

Mr. Zi Hou, does every man have to carry a lot of things all his life?

Suddenly looking back, I saw the sunset on the horizon, obliquely shining on Liuzhou and an ancient willow.