I like to swim freely in the ocean of poetry, soar freely in the sky of poetry and take a leisurely walk in the garden of poetry. I like poetry.
Poetry is an art as well as a language. Tolstoy once said: "Poetry is the fire of the soul, which can ignite warmth and illuminate people's hearts."
I think everyone who loves writing likes poetry, because poetry can always express their feelings. Many poems have also taught me the truth of being a man.
"The blade comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom is bitter and cold." Make me understand that people have to go through tempering to become talents; "Mud is not stained, clear but not demon."
Make me know how to be a noble person; "Black hair doesn't know how to study hard early, and Bai Shoufang regrets studying late." Let me know how precious time is.
Since childhood, my mother has paid special attention to the study of poetry and prose. My mother always said that ancient poetry is our ancient literature and art in China, and it is also a brilliant treasure of our traditional culture in China.
In future exams, ancient poems will frequently appear on the examination papers. Therefore, I want to learn poetry well, and I can't take it lightly.
By the time I was in the fourth grade, I had memorized 300 different types of poems. One day, I came across a poem, "It's hard to wipe tears several times, leaving you for two spring."
After reading this poem, I began to scrutinize it. Oh! I see.
This person's eye socket is deep, so tears are gathered in the eye socket and can't stay. What a wonderful and exaggerated poem! Through this, I love poetry even more. Let's experience and fall in love with poetry together, and walk on the road of literary treasure house of poetry together.
2. The process of collecting poems. It is not mysterious to write 500 words in an urgent poem.
As long as you feel the wonderful and beautiful life with your heart, feel the beating notes of your inner strings, pay attention to the flowers at the top of the tree, pay attention to the green wind, and pay attention to your youthful dreams! Weave them well, this is a beautiful movement flowing from your pen. Poetry is like a broken sail.
Flowers need nectar to be more charming, the sky needs rosy clouds to be more magical, and the sea can accommodate hundreds of rivers to be deeper. An anchored sail needs wind to keep it from getting lost! If you want to make your poems colorful, you need the spring water of knowledge to water them! As long as you sow the seeds of hope on both sides of the road, spring must be full of fragrance! Poetry is a smart soul that injects everything. "The silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and the candles will start to dry when they turn to ashes" and "I don't know who cut the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors" ... Although these poems have experienced wind, frost, rain and snow, they are still as bright as pearls.
Poetry is actually the fragrance of love. Writing poetry, sometimes without deliberate and hard thinking, can be easily done without modification, and it is equally beautiful. The original intention of all this stems from your love for life and poetry! With love, a stone can be given life, a pool of stagnant water can make waves at first, and an old-fashioned person can talk and laugh. Even if a person drifts to a desert island, he will not feel lonely! Let's sing with our hearts, the song in our hearts; Let's paddle and let our dreams fly; Let's compose the music of life together! ————————————————— Hello, I will answer your questions attentively and seriously; If you don't understand this question, you can ask it. If you are satisfied, please remember to adopt it. If you have other questions, please adopt this question, please point to my picture and click to ask me for help. Not easy to answer, please understand, thank you.
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3. How to write a 500-word composition about lotus flowers into poems in the process of poetry collection, namely, emotion and color, elegance and vulgarity. Some people use the fragrance of lotus flowers to express their carefree and faint feelings, some people use lotus flowers to express their interest in life, and some people use lotus flowers to pour out their lovesickness ... These are all colorful, lotus flowers are born for human beings, and literature is expensive because of lotus flowers, and people and lotus flowers set each other off. Deduced colorful poems full of life feelings. (1) idle flowers. Meng Haoran's "Summer in the South Pavilion" describes the poet's leisure and nostalgia for his friends in the summer night water pavilion. "The mountain light in the west suddenly disappeared, and the moon slowly rose in the lake in the east, sending out the coolness of the evening. Open my window and lie down quietly. The wind brought me the fragrance of lotus flowers, and the music of dew dripped from bamboo leaves. I will pick up my pipa and play it, but, alas, who will understand here? . I think I cherish my old friends and work hard for my dreams. " Su Yue rises in the east, "summer" is terrible and "suddenly" falls, and the bright moon is lovely and "gradually" rises. One quick and one slow highlights the poet's pleasant psychology. Three or four sentences expressed his feelings very vividly. After the poet bathed, he opened the pavilion and lay by the window with long hair fluttering, which was enviable. Five or six sentences distilled his physical and mental pleasure. The breeze keeps him cool and makes him happy. The sound of bamboo is crisp and melodious, such as silk and Zheng, quiet and unique. Writing lotus with "qi" and bamboo with "sound" has a deep artistic conception, elegant and unique. Lotus fragrance and beautiful bamboo subtly contrast the poet's carefree and simple indifference, and create an atmosphere for the following expression of the poet's yearning for his bosom friend and his nostalgia for his old friend.
4. Collect interesting things that happened in ancient poems. It's raining lightly. I like to sit by the window alone, make a cup of tea, hold a book of poems, and enjoy the endless joy brought by ancient poetry under the orange light.
Poems sung through the ages are full of my yearning! I feel Su Shi's generosity again and again; Li Bai's generosity, appreciation of Li Qingzhao's graceful, solemn and graceful place, intoxicated by Wang Wei's pastoral feelings and Xin Qiji's romantic fantasy.
All this makes me crazy. On a sunny spring day, on a fragrant summer day, on a moonlit and sunny autumn night, and in a winter wrapped in silver, I savored with my heart and accepted another realm and another thought brought by poetry with emotion.
Like a trickle, like a faint mist, those beautiful and elegant poems will always pass through my mind and linger in my mind. A few early warblers compete for warm trees, and whose new swallow pecks at the spring mud-I am intoxicated by the freshness of early spring, and the lotus leaves are infinitely bright the next day, and the lotus flowers reflect the sun in a different way-I am intoxicated by the splendor of midsummer. On the third night of September, it looks like a pearl, like a moon and like a bow. Three sighs, stirring, strong and fierce horn sound, sonorous and powerful, those desolate and tragic poems with philosophy will always shake my soul and leave an indelible impression in my heart.
"Xing, people suffer, death, people suffer." I read the desolation and tragic of the feudal doctor "people have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain and shine", and I read the open-minded minds of predecessors; "Since ancient times, no one has died in life, and I am moved by the poet's impassioned patriotic feelings." "When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world." I was moved by the homesickness of the wanderer. "Young people will be sad if they don't work hard", such as the encouragement of mentors and friends, inspires me to work harder and be more creative.
One song after another, one after another, such as magical notes, such as lovely elves, give me extraordinary enjoyment, and I can't get rid of my love for them. Ah, it feels good to be intoxicated with endless feelings, interests and reasons in poetry.
5. Ancient poetry topic, 500-word composition meditation at night.
This poem is about the feeling of missing my hometown on a silent moonlit night.
The first two sentences of this poem, "There is such bright light at the foot of my bed, is there frost already?" , is the poet in a foreign country under a specific environment for a moment illusion. A person who lives alone in a foreign country and is busy during the day can still dilute his sadness. However, in the dead of night, the waves of missing his hometown will inevitably surge in his heart. Not to mention on a moonlit night, not to mention on a frosty autumn night. "Could there have been frost?" The word "doubt" in the poem vividly expresses that the poet woke up from his sleep and mistook the Leng Yue in front of his bed for the thick frost on the ground. The word "frost" is better used, which not only describes the bright moonlight, but also expresses the cold of the season, and also sets off the loneliness and desolation of the poet wandering abroad.
The last two sentences of the poem, "Looking up, I found it was moonlight, then sinking, and I suddenly remembered my home", which deepened my homesickness through the description of the action mode. The word "hope" takes care of the word "doubt" in the previous sentence, which shows that the poet has changed from a daze to a sober one. He stared at the moon eagerly and couldn't help thinking that his hometown was under the bright moon at the moment. So naturally, I came to the conclusion that "I sank back and suddenly thought of home". The action of "bowing your head" depicts the poet completely lost in thought. And the word "miss" left a rich imagination space for readers: the old brothers, relatives and friends in that hometown, the mountains and rivers, the grass and trees in that hometown, the lost years, the past … are all in my thoughts. A word "Xiang" contains too much content.
Hu Yinglin, a scholar of the Ming Dynasty, said that Hu Yinglin said: "Taibai's quatrains are all written in words, and the so-called unintentional workers have no work." ("Poetry? Wang Shimao, the internal editor (Volume 6), thinks: "There were only two schools in the prosperous Tang Dynasty: Violet (Li Bai) and Dragon Label (Wang Changling). Li is more natural. His former residence is. "What are" nature "and" unintentional work "? This song "Silent Night Thinking" is a sample list. Therefore, Hu specially mentioned it and called it "the wonder of ancient and modern times." "
This little poem has neither strange and novel imagination nor exquisite and gorgeous rhetoric; It only uses narrative style to write the homesickness of distant guests, but it is meaningful and intriguing, which has attracted readers so widely for thousands of years. Strangers in a foreign country will probably feel this way: just one day, in the dead of night, homesickness will inevitably ripple in my heart; What's more, it's a moonlit night, what's more, it's an autumn night with a bright moon like frost!
The white frost on the moon is clear, which is the night scene of clear autumn; Describing moonlight with frost color is also common in classical poetry. For example, in the poem Xuanpu Liang Na written by Emperor Wen of Liang Jian and Xiao Gang, "jathyapple is like autumn frost". Zhang, a poet in the Tang Dynasty who was earlier than Li Bai, wrote a bright moonlight with "frost flowing in the air" in "Moonlight on a Spring River", which gave people a three-dimensional sense, especially a wonderful idea. However, these are all used as rhetorical devices in poetry. "Is there frost already?" This poem is narrative, not figurative words, but a temporary illusion of the poet in a specific environment. Why is there such an illusion? It is not difficult to imagine that these two sentences describe the situation that the guest can't sleep at night and has a short dream for the first time. At this time, the courtyard was lonely, and the bright moonlight hit the bed through the window, bringing a cold autumn chill. At first glance, the poet was in a blur and trance, and it really seemed that the ground was covered with frost; But a closer look, the surrounding environment told him that this is not a frost mark, but a moonlight. The moonlight inevitably attracted him to look up, and a round of Juan Juan Su Ling hung in front of the window. The space in autumn night is so bright and clean! At this time, he was fully awake.
The moon in autumn is especially bright, but it is very cold. For lonely and distant travelers, it is the easiest to touch their yearning for autumn, which makes people feel depressed and the years fly by. Staring at the moon is also the easiest way to make people daydream, think of everything in their hometown and their relatives at home. Thinking, thinking, head gradually lowered, completely immersed in meditation.
From "doubt" to "looking up" and from "looking up" to "bowing down", the poet's inner activities are vividly revealed, and a vivid picture of homesickness on a moonlit night is vividly outlined.
Just four poems, written fresh and simple, clear as words. Its content is simple, but it is also rich. This is easy to understand, but it is endless. The poet said nothing more than what he had already said. Its conception is meticulous and profound, but it is also blurted out without trace. From here, it is not difficult for us to understand the wonderful scenery of "nature" and "no work and no heart" in Li Bai's quatrains.
6. After collecting poems, I wrote 300 words. I study, I am happy, and I grow.
When I was a child, I heard Sion who said, "It's noon when weeding, so how can sweat drip?".
Growing up, every time I picked up a book and looked at the lifeless square Chinese characters, I was always bored. Reading is my biggest headache.
Growing up, I felt the lack of knowledge. I don't know where to start every time I write a composition.
My parents are worried that I don't like reading and often buy many books for me to read. Until one day, that night, our family held an idiom contest. It's my turn to say idioms. My mother said the meaning. I opened the idiom dictionary.
He said, "The golden cicada sheds its shell (ké)." As soon as I finished, my parents burst into laughter. I'm surprised. I don't know what they are laughing at. Mom looked at it.
I looked surprised and said, "Look at pinyin yourself. What are you looking at? " "oh! It is' qi ao'! " I suddenly realized. Babaian
Sue said to me, "you should pay attention to reading more books in the future, so that you can accumulate knowledge!" " "So, I secretly made up my mind that I must read more books and know a lot of knowledge.
From then on, I really like reading, because books bring me endless fun. When I read Andersen's collection of fairy tales The Little Match Girl, I worked for the little match girl.
The fate of prayer; When I saw the Five Heroes of Langya Mountain, I shed tears for the tragic Five Heroes of Langya Mountain. When I read the romance of the Three Kingdoms
"I admire Zhuge Liang's great talent. I am deeply intoxicated in the sea of books,
I once read such a passage in a book: "Reading can cure stupidity, poverty, illness, temper will, and achieve a lofty goal, reading."
Books can be learned, reading can be wise, reading can know how to make friends, how to know people, how to speak, how to do things, how to live in order to be physically and mentally healthy, and reading can understand what kind of life is perfect.
No regrets. "yes! The benefits of reading are endless.
Now, when I am deeply involved in holding How Steel was Tempered, I feel how happy I am because I am healthy.
Although Paul is disabled, his strong will and indomitable spirit, not bowing to fate, deeply touched me and made me admire him. I am interested in my future study,
Life is full of hope. I prefer reading.
Reading Romance of the Three Kingdoms and Water Margin can help us understand some China classics. You can watch "100,000 Why"
Enrich our knowledge; Reading the Complete Works of Composition can improve our writing level. It's ok to just read some cartoons and jokes.
Let us be more humorous and imaginative.
Reading gives me knowledge, reading gives me happiness and reading gives me strength.
I read! Reading taught me what acid is. What is sweet? what
Is it bitter? What is spicy? Reading has taught me how to be a man. Reading gave me the greatest thing: knowledge. It enriches my brain and increases my knowledge.
Can you say that reading is unhappy?
7. Collect 500-word historical story prose and hometown bright moon prose.
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word
"Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly thought of home." The moonlight was shrouded in a gauze-like cloud, revealing a faint light.
Silver. The moonlight is still so bright, and the silver light is sprinkled on the earth, and the earth becomes silver, and trees
Turn silver, the grass turns silver, and the silver river flows freely on the roof and grass. For an instant, I
It suddenly occurred to me, is the family thousands of miles away bathed in the moonlight like me? Cricket approach
Buzzing in the grass, weakly protesting the arrival of autumn.
Looking at the bright moon in my hometown, I can't help thinking:
"Bright moonlight before leisure, will there already be frost? ""But primitive people lived a long life, thousands of miles away. " Moonlight is sometimes golden.
Color, sometimes silver.
On August 15th of Mid-Autumn Festival, it is said that Cowherd and Weaver Girl meet at Magpie Bridge. This is a very
The beautiful and eternal love story has become one of the four folk love legends in China.
Legend has it that there is one in the sky
Vega and Altair. Weaver Girl and Penny are soul mates. But dogma is not allowed.
Xu men and women love each other and secretly miss each other. Zhinu is the granddaughter of the Queen Mother, so the Queen Mother ordered her to demote Petunia to the world.
The weaver girl kept knitting brocade as punishment.
Ever since Penny was demoted, Weaver Girl has often stayed in Lacrimosa with a frown.
Miss penny.
One day, several fairies begged the Queen Mother to go with the Weaver Girl. Today is the queen mother.
I was very happy, so I promised them. After being demoted, Penny became a farmer and was named Cowherd. then
He lived with his brother and sister-in-law after his parents died. My brother and sister-in-law couldn't stand it, so they broke up with Cowherd. His brother and sister-in-law gave him a cow.
A broken car. But the cowherd doesn't know that this cow is a cow star.
One day, the cow said, "Cowherd, go to Bilianchi,
You hide that red fairy dress, and the fairy will be your wife.
The fairies floated in and arrived.
The cowherd did as the old cow said, exactly the same. They live a happy life.
But it didn't last long, old man.
He died after telling the story in 2000, and the Weaver Girl was taken away. Cowherd caught up with Weaver Girl with a cowhide child.
The queen mother drew a Tianhe river with a hairpin, and the two separated. They Lacrimosa, the queen mother moved, let them every.
Once a year.
Looking at the bright moon in my hometown always reminds me of the story of the Weaver Girl. The bright moon in my hometown has always been there.
So bright.
8. Did you write a 500-word composition with many poems about spring? When I was a child, my sister taught me to recite Tang poetry word by word, saying that you should understand the poet's artistic conception and the meaning of the poem at that time in order to read it well.
I must have started reading poetry in a spring, because "Spring Dawn" was the first poem I learned. "In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night. I also know the meaning of this poem.
I slept until dawn in the spring night, and when I woke up, I only heard a bird singing outside the window. In retrospect, it seemed rainy and windy last night. The stone steps in the yard must be covered with colorful fallen flowers.
In this way, I read one poem after another and read many poems describing spring. "Jasper makeup into a tree high, hanging green silk sash in ten thousand.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. "Ha, I know the meaning of this poem.
A tall willow tree seems to be decorated with jasper, and thousands of branches are hanging like green ribbons, fluttering infinitely. Who cut the slender willow leaves? The spring breeze in February is like a pair of sharp scissors.
Du Fu has a "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"; "Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The night is dark and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. "
There is also Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring": "A thousand miles of warblers are green, and the water town is full of wine flags. Four hundred and eighty halls in the southern dynasties, how many towers are misty and rainy. "
In contrast, not all spring rains are continuous. If there is nothing, everything will recover after the spring rain. In this way, I read poetry, became interested, and gradually became inseparable from poetry.
9. A gift from Li Bai, a collection of poems, to Wang. Li Bai wanted to travel by boat, but suddenly he heard someone singing on the shore.
Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love. On the way to bid farewell to Meng Haoran, an old friend of Yangzhou stayed in the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.
My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon. One spring night in Los Angeles, I heard the flute. The sound of the flute was dark and the spring breeze filled Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick. Silent night thinking about the bright light at the foot of my bed, will it have frost? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. Look at Lushan Waterfall, the incense burner in the sun produces purple smoke. Looking from a distance, the waterfall hangs in Qianchuan, and it flies down to thousands of feet. I have suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days! Du Fu's quatrains: Two orioles in Jiang Xue are singing and there are no birds in the Liubai Mountain, and a line of egrets have no footprints on thousands of paths.
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. Flowers, as high as my window, hurt a homeless man's heart, because I see from this height that sadness is everywhere.
The spring scenery of Jinjiang flooded in, and the clouds on the mountain, ancient, varied and changeable. Although the country has been established for a while, it is as strong as the North Star, and thieves dare not go out of the Western Hills.
However, I felt sorry for the sorrow of a long-lost emperor at dusk and talked with Fu Liang at sunset. Bai Juyi, February 2 nd-Bai Juyi, February 2 nd, it was sunny and rainy, and the grass sprouted for a while.
Light shirt, fine horse spring boy, cross full of words. Chi He's Eight Poems: Giving a Crane-Bai Juyi is very different from Jun, so we can't underestimate each other.
Say goodbye to you every night, and there is a chorus in the jade emblem. The feeling after listening to the night kite-Bai Juyi went to Jiangzhou to listen to the night kite, but the white-haired freshmen didn't want to smell it.
It's the first snow, so you can play until dawn. After resigning from the viceroy, he went to his post in Shu through the wall of Sanqin and a layer of fog.
We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions. After all, the world is just a small place.
Why are you wandering at the fork in the road? The child is holding a towel. The Eight Immortals crossed the sea, and Yan Song swam the Nine Immortals.
Help Luo peep at the fog, climb the forest and lean on the clouds. Lu 'an, representing the north, arrived, and cranes in western Liaoning rode around.
Finally, I hope to get rid of the dust net and know the sky with my wings. Zheng smoked a cigarette in the morning and rested at night.
The evening breeze is clear and the valley is near, and the new moon shines in Wan Cheng. The firewood in the suburbs sings back, and the golden fishing song returns.
I didn't meet the guests, and because of this, I eased my sadness. Du Mu's farewell is affectionate, but he is always ruthless, and he can't laugh until he feels honored.
The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning. Before I went to Wuxing, I climbed the Leyou Tomb. Wu Xing was incompetent in the Qing Dynasty, but he liked lonely clouds and quiet monks.
I want to send the crowd to the rivers and seas, and I want to look up at Zhaoling in Leyuan Scenic Area. If the broken halberd in Chibi is not sold, I will wash it and recognize the former dynasty.
If the east wind is not convenient for Zhou Yu, I'm afraid the outcome will be Cao Cao's victory and Er Qiao's detention in Tongquetai. Park Qinhuai smoke cage cold water moon cage sand, evening park near Qinhuai restaurant.
Businessmen don't know how to hate their country, but they still sing "backyard flowers" across the river. In late spring, Han Yu's grass tree knew that spring was coming back, and all kinds of reds and purples competed for Fang Fei.
Even the fickle elm tree without beautiful colors is unwilling to be lonely, dancing with the wind and turning into snowflakes flying all over the sky. Dr Yan was sent from Guizhou to use southern characters. Style: Wufa, Cangsen and Bagui. Our land is in southern Hunan.
Jiangdu there is like a green gauze ribbon, and that mountain is like a jasper hairpin. Every household digs out bluebird feathers, and every household grows its own Huang Gan.
Far more than immortality, you don't need to climb to immortality by flying Luan as a mount. Tang Hanyu presented eighteen members of Zhang Shui Department in early spring. The riverside is full of apricots, and a new night wind is blowing.
Full of shade, shining in the green waves. Tang Hanyu's Chun Xue is late, and Feifei's lycopene is weak. The young man in the middle wall of Shuboshan Road, who didn't know the taste of sadness, fell in love with the story.
Fall in love with the floor and worry about adding new words. Now that I know what it's like to worry, I want to talk about it.
I want to say that I am still resting, but I know it is a cool autumn. Xie Shugao and Ziru Sushan Temple in Huanxisha play with dolls, but what makes Liu frown? The east wind blows rain, which is thinner than dust. Self-mockery is like lewdness, and now I am more pregnant with trees.
Bored sadness and hatred are new. Bodhisattva Man wrote a book about the clear water under the fishing drum of Jiangxi stoma wall, and how many pedestrians shed tears in the middle! Looking at Chang 'an in the northwest, there are countless poor mountains! Castle peak can't cover up, after all, it flows east.
In the evening, the river is gloomy and there are partridges in the mountains. Bodhisattva's banquet hall endowed Prime Minister Ye * * * with lofty language, drawing countless horses.
The misty rain is low, I hope not to come. People always worry when they talk on their heads.
Sha Ou clapped his hands and laughed with a sad face. Qingpingle stayed alone in the Wangshi Temple in Boshan, with hungry mice around the bed and bats dancing with lanterns.
There was a breeze blowing in the room, and it rained heavily. I talked to myself between the broken paper windows. From the northern frontier to the south, and now retired to the forest, it is already an old face with white hair.
A cold autumn wind blew through the thin cloth quilt and woke up suddenly. It was still a dream country in front of me. Qingpingle Village has low eaves and green grass on the stream.
Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it? The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages. I like children and scoundrels best, lying on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.
In Wen Tianxiang, the Yangtze River swam downwind to Beihai for a few days, and then returned from the Yangtze River. My heart is a magnet, which doesn't mean that the South won't rest.
After a difficult time in Ding Yang, there are few stars here. The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs.
The beach of fear says fear, and there is a sigh in the ocean. Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a heart that shines through history.
The topic of Biluotang Building is the joy of new birds, so I want to talk to you about this leisure. Living on the balcony of a county town, people are in the air.
Repair the universe to the present, sad to recall the past. Recently, it was reported that the autumn wind was tight, and I felt quite worried.
Sitting at night talking about the smoky Maple Leaf Road, when the rain was in full bloom. Su Yan's half-river paintings, cold and gloomy poems.
Teenagers are the boss, and I'll pay the bill. There will always be a sword in their hearts, and the smell of chicken will make them sit still.
The plum blossom north-south road of Nan 'an Army is wet with wind and rain. Who are you going out with? If you don't go home! Mountains and rivers are eternal, battlements are temporary.
Starving to death is also my ambition, and I choose EU in my dreams. Hairpin phoenix swims in red crisp hands, yellow wine, and spring willows in the city.
Dong Feng Xie, who is in a bad mood, has been very depressed in recent years. No, no, no! Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad.
Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books. Mo, Mo, Mo! Partridges travel in the sky and land, and the dust has nothing to do with it.
Pour the residual jade through the bamboo, and roll the yellow court to see the mountain. If you are greedy and arrogant, you might as well make jokes everywhere.
Ignorance makes infidelity, but the old man is like a hero! Appreciate the emperor's kindness, visit the pavilion in the autumn sky and go down to Linjiang Pearl. Lonely clouds in the desert don't rain.
Count the new geese and look back at Ling Du. Wan Li, who can promise! Huang Ge purple pivot, build an altar to open the house.
Don't be afraid that fame is owed by others. Now, only my hometown can go back to my hometown.
At the foot of Fan Shi Mountain, there are three acres of land. Reward Lotte Yangzhou, first met Liu Yuxi's desolate land of Bashan and Chushui, and gave up on himself in 23 years.
People come back. Like people in Michelle, I can only play the flute, and I am disappointed. On one side of the boat, Qian Fan races; At the head of the sick tree, every year is a spring shower.
Today, listen to you sing a song, drink a glass of wine and cheer up. Mr. Shu Temple Liu Yuxi even lived and ruled as a hero in this world for thousands of years! After the founding of the People's Republic of China and the three kingdoms of Wu and Wei, the restoration of five baht coins was aimed at revitalizing the Han Dynasty.
Andrew Bynum and Zhuge Liang created the foundation of the prime minister, but unfortunately his son is not the sage of his father. Girls in your country are captured and dancing in Wang Wei's palace! "Song of the Fan" Liu Yuxi's fan is a fan to help you clear away the heat.
10. Collect 500 words of historical story composition and 600 words of Yue Ming's composition "In my hometown". "Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then sinking, and I suddenly remembered home."
The moonlight was shrouded in a gauze-like cloud, revealing a faint silver color. The moonlight is still so bright, shining silver light on the earth, the earth turns silver, the trees turn silver, the grass turns silver, and the silver river flows freely on the roof and grass.
For a moment, it suddenly occurred to me, is my family thousands of miles away bathed in the moonlight like me? Crickets groaned on the grass, feebly protesting the arrival of autumn. Looking at the bright moon in my hometown, I can't help thinking: "Is there frost before the moon shines?" ."
"But primitive people lived a long life, thousands of miles away." Moonlight is sometimes golden and sometimes silver.
On August 15th of Mid-Autumn Festival, it is said that Cowherd and Weaver Girl meet at Magpie Bridge. This is a beautiful love story that has been passed down through the ages and has become one of the four folk love legends in China.
Legend has it that there is a Vega and an Altair in the sky. Weaver Girl and Penny are soul mates.
However, it is forbidden to love men and women in private. The Weaver Girl is the granddaughter of the Queen Mother. The Queen Mother demoted Penny to the world and made the Weaver Girl weave brocade as a punishment. Ever since Penny was demoted, Weaver Girl has been in Lacrimosa, thinking about Penny with a frown.
One day, several fairies begged the Queen Mother to go with the Weaver Girl. The queen mother was in a good mood today and promised them. After being demoted, Penny became a farmer and was named Cowherd.
Later, when his parents died, he lived with his brother and sister-in-law. Sister-in-law broke up with Cowherd and gave him a cow and a broken car.
But the cowherd doesn't know that this cow is a cow star. One day, the cow said, "Cowherd, you go to Bilianchi, you hide that red fairy dress, and the fairy will become your wife."
The fairies floated in and arrived. The cowherd did as the old cow said, exactly the same.
They live a happy life. But the good times didn't last long. The old man died after telling the story, and the Weaver Girl was taken away.
Cowherd chased the Weaver Girl with the cowhide of the child, and the Queen Mother drew a Tianhe with a hairpin, so they separated. They were moved by the Queen Mother Lacrimosa and asked them to meet once a year.
Looking at the bright moon in my hometown always reminds me of the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. The moon in my hometown is always so bright.