1, midnight Qiu Ge, Wu Ge
Tang: Li Bai
There is moonlight in Chang 'an, and all the families in Yi Dao are there.
The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border.
When will the border war be settled and when will my husband end his expedition?
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There is moonlight in Chang 'an, and thousands of households smash clothes.
The autumn wind blows clothes, and everyone misses the border guards.
When can I quell the border war and let my husband end his expedition?
2. Didn't find Lu Hongxian at home.
Tang Priest Jiao Ran
He moved his home to the city wall and the country road to Sang Ma's residence.
The chrysanthemum near the fence has not been seen in autumn.
There was no dog barking at the door, so I asked my neighbors in the west.
Report to Dashan and don't return before sunset.
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He moved his home to the city wall, where the country road leads to Sang Ma. Chrysanthemums have been planted near the fence, but they haven't bloomed in autumn.
I didn't even call the door, so I went to ask about my neighbors. Neighbors reported that he had gone up the mountain, and when he came back, the setting sun always reflected on the western hills.
3. The deputy generals Li and Wang were demoted and moved to the middle of summer and Changsha.
Tanggaoshi
I don't know how you feel this time. Stop drinking horse wine and seek a place to be exiled.
These tears, is the monkey Wu crying, or is Hongyan coming back from Hengshan? ?
In autumn, the sails on the river are far away, and Baidicheng is sparse along the Yellow River.
The wise dynasty will now give more rain and dew. Don't hesitate to leave.
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I don't know how you feel about this parting, so stop drinking and ask where you have been demoted.
The crying of monkeys in martial arts makes people cry, and Hengyang Guiyan will return the book to me.
In autumn, the sails on the breeze river are far away, the yellow leaves are scattered by the side of Baidicheng, and the ancient trees are rare.
There was a lot of rain and dew in the Ming Dynasty. I hope you won't hesitate to leave for the time being.
4. An autumn night in the mountains
(Tang) Wang Wei
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
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The empty mountain is bathed in a new rain, and the arrival of night makes people feel that it is early autumn.
The moon is clear and clear, and the clear spring is flowing.
The bamboo forest was noisy until the washerwoman came back, and the lotus leaves swayed like canoes.
The wheat straw in spring might as well let it rest, and the prince and grandson in the mountains can stay in autumn.
5. Qiu Si
Ji Zhang
The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start.
When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.
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The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city again. I wonder what happened to my relatives in my hometown? Write a letter from home to greet peace. There are so many things to say and I don't know where to start.
The letter has been written, but I'm afraid I haven't finished what I want to say in a hurry; When the messenger set out, he opened the envelope and returned it to him.
6. When welcoming a messenger to the capital.
Cen Can
The distance from the east home is very long, and the tears are wet and the sleeves are still flowing.
I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe.
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Looking east at my hometown, the road is long and long, and tears are still flowing on my sleeves.
There was no pen and paper as soon as we met. Please tell my family that I am safe.
Baidu Encyclopedia-Autumn in Poetry
Rewrite Tianjin Sha Qiu Si into a composition (500 words).
The dead vine crow came all the way here, and I hesitated here. I was already struggling. This is my scenery, leaving your world, like a withered and aging ivy.
There is no spreading youth to burn.
I am like rain, you are a migratory bird, and you have always been used to sensing my arrival and hiding quickly; You are like the wind, I am a floating cloud, and every fantasy is fragmented by meeting you.
I am a vine, and I always want to haunt you with thoughts and love. You are not that majestic old tree, you are willing to get married with me. The crow flying away is another expression of you to me ... the small bridge is trickling and clear.
You and I live far apart, and water and letters are connected.
How can we catch up with the past in a few words? Bridges are connected and friendship is strong. It just frowned.
On both sides of the Taiwan Strait, people are celebrating, and the houses are all red. How can you be jealous? Keep the token and ask where you are. The stream carries its thoughts and rushes to the distance day and night.
How can you get a sad word for thinking about Chu? The ancient road is thin and thin, and I am walking with a whip, continuing the footsteps of previous lives.
The remains of the ancient road are still there, and weeds have blocked the way.
Looking into the distance, the future is boundless. Where is my home? The wind blows my hair, as if it had passed through centuries, so familiar.
The sun sets, stretching my figure facing east, loneliness is not around me, and the thin horse lowers its head and gnaws at the creeping weed beside the esophagus.
Only by keeping my pace firmly can I find your eternal love in the direction of the wind. .....
Qiu Si wrote a composition of 500 words in the first day of junior high school.
Autumn at night is especially quiet.
The bright moon in the sky, hanging on the treetops, is particularly round and bright.
Sitting alone in the pavilion and looking up at the bright moon, I can find my longing in my eyes-a stranger in a foreign land.
He is eager to return to his hometown and the land where he was born and raised as soon as possible.
The bleak autumn wind brushed his weather-beaten face, and his eyes were fixed on the bright moon ... He quietly looked at autumn scenery in front of him-Mingyue Lake in front of the pavilion.
The autumn wind is blowing, and there are layers of waves.
Wave marks cut the calm of the lake, scratched the moon shadow in the lake and opened the "heart door" of strangers.
Moonlight, like running water, quietly pours on the fallen willow trees by the lake. On a few leaves that have escaped falling off, it looks like a thin layer of blue mist and a dream with a veil-it is a "homesick dream" that has not yet been awakened.
The faint singing from the attic in the distance could not comfort his homesickness at all.
He is deep in thought. Why? He can't go back to his hometown, but he will become a stranger here; Why? He dreamed of going to his hometown to sleep all day, but God didn't pity him at all! Looking up at the moon, he raised his glass and sighed: homesickness, homesickness ... He drank a cup of bitter wine and shed two lines of homesickness tears ...
Rewrite Tianjin Sha Qiu Si into a short essay of not less than 500 words.
Please don't copy. thank you
In the west, a sunset came obliquely from the barren hills, and everything on the ground was covered with a layer of fuzzy blood.
The rustling autumn wind attacked me mercilessly and eroded my soul.
I am walking alone in a foreign land, accompanied by only the skinny old horse who gets along with me day and night.
Wandering for many days, it has long been as tired as me.
I dragged it and stumbled forward, hoping to spend the night at someone else's house, but there seemed to be no end in sight in front of this desolate ancient road.
Just like my current state of mind, after today, I don't know if there will be tomorrow, so I can only take it one step at a time.
I led the old horse to a drooping old tree and looked at the few fragile dead branches left. I can't help thinking how vibrant it is in the season of being in the mood for love.
But now, the old tree in front of us has lost its luster and become dim, without the shadow of life in it.
The vines wrapped around it have withered and look so fragile.
In those days, how vigorous it was! Because leaning against the tree, I grow so fast and climb so high.
When it gets old, it can no longer stand the ravages of wind and rain and can only die silently.
The crows coming home at dusk broke the silent sky. Although it shows some vitality, it is monotonous and harsh.
I pulled the old horse and walked on.
I see a clear stream.
There is a small wooden bridge only one foot wide on the stream, and the boards are uneven and extremely simple.
The stream is spraying water, so free, so cheerful, so carefree.
Listening to the sound of running water, the melancholy mood has a faint relief.
In the dark sky, there were wisps of light smoke coming from that family, and the smell of Daoxiang came head on.
I looked back, and the yellow window paper reflected a happy smile of a family of three.
Look back at yourself, lonely, even with the old horse, you can't show a trace of warmth.
My home is in a distant hometown.
Teacher, you have worked hard on your composition (500 words).
From life, from the teacher's behavior, be responsible for students, help students get good grades and so on.
Give a model essay for your reference: Teacher, you have worked hard. We all know that teachers, like our parents, work hard for us day and night.
Here, I want to express my deep gratitude to the teacher to show our infinite love for the teacher.
Seeing that you give us a lecture during your break every morning, we are also working hard in our hearts.
You often say, "The season of a year lies in spring, and the season of a day lies in the morning. In the morning, our brains remember things, so it is shameful to waste a second. Please hurry up and study harder.
"You say these words almost every day.
Besides giving lectures, you also assigned us a lot of homework questions, which you will correct immediately after finishing. When we make mistakes, you explain them to us carefully over and over again.
We can see your care and patience in your eyes, because you have understood us so many times and never got tired of it. How good you are.
At noon, you correct hundreds of homework in the office alone and refuse to rest. We feel how happy you are when you become a student.
When the bell rings, you go on with your lecture. Let's read and do our homework. When we are reading, you should bring some homework to correct. We know how important your daily tasks are.
You are busy with homework and class almost every day. If you can lighten your burden, you will at least have some rest space.
In the evening, you always hold a pen and keep previewing tomorrow's text to improve students' class efficiency.
But do you know how distressed we are when you do it late at night and we see your red eyes the next day?
Sometimes because we are sick, we have a bad cold and cough, and it hurts like a knife after reading it.
Teacher, why are you doing this for us? We are responsible for your illness. We feel sorry for you, for your usual teaching, for your trust in our faith, and ... don't worry, we will study hard.
Make your efforts worthwhile.
For your selfless dedication, I can only say to you again: "You have worked hard.
"Use the simplest words to express my gratitude.
Really, teacher, you have worked hard, you have worked hard. I meditated in my mind, and the teacher's kind smile appeared in front of me.
Or from the aspect of beautiful language: for example, life is ordinary and hard, and you silently contribute your knowledge. You are the messenger of civilization, and you are a diligent gardener. Thank you sincerely and wish you health and happiness! Teacher, you are the designer of the grand blueprint of the motherland and are engaged in the most glorious cause.
It's a candle without tears. It's spring silkworms that spin silk for themselves! Teacher, maybe today, you won't think of me, but I will think of you! Wish you a happy holiday and good health! ! The teacher will always remember the kindness of the teacher for a long time-I wish you happiness forever! ! ! Every time, when I am successful and happy, the person I want to share with me most is my beloved teacher! I wish the teachers in the world happiness! ! ! A piece of chalk is clean, the three-foot platform is sunny and rainy all year round, plus the internal organs and Jiu Si is very attentive, and the dripping sweat is sincere and fragrant! Miss will turn my miss into a beautiful wish and give it to you far away ... The teacher who once gave me sunshine, rain and dew and spring breeze will send you a short message to express my deep heart.
The world is full of flowers and rain, and happiness is always in your heart! May you be warm, happy and happy ... Our most beloved teacher, may your happy time be like a fragrant flower! Teacher, you are a candle that brings us light; You are a gardener, watering the flowers of the motherland; You are Milan, your silent dedication and success come from your practice, and your Excellence comes from your practice.
While cheering for today, we will always remember your original teachings and proverbs! We moved from naivety to maturity, from ignorance to civilization. We are your dear teachers, and you have lit up my way forward with the torch of life! I admire chalk.
It gives me knowledge, outlines my soul and points out my future. Isn't that beautiful chalk your incarnation? Thank you teacher! Your voice always rings in my ear; Your teachings, in my heart forever.
I wish you a happy Teacher's Day! Your lectures are so colorful, and your words are as moist as saplings after a long drought. Under your nourishment, we have grown into towering trees.
Send heartfelt wishes to the breeze and let the clouds show sincere affection; I am not your best student, but you are my most respected teacher.
In your festival, your students want you to be young forever.
May my blessing be like a small flower that will bloom forever in this warm harvest season and be full of joy forever! Bless your teacher! Who gave us the language of civilization? Who taught us the philosophy of life? Who teaches us how to be a man? It is you! Hard gardener! May cheerful songs haunt you all the time.
May happy years be with you forever.
Wish you a happy holiday! Autumn leaves brushed gently, just like your gentle hands and kind words in those days, which gave me the gentlest comfort and the most sincere education.
Bless your dear teacher ... you are a tall and straight tree, bearing mature fruits. Years have carved ancient rings on your body, but a lush forest has sprung up around you.
Dedicated to the beloved teacher: We are looking for those beautiful and eternal memories and silently wish you eternal health and happiness! Never tire of learning, never tire of teaching, peaches and plums are fragrant and enjoyable.
Bless you and have a happy holiday! Teacher, I am no longer naughty, but thrive in my own career.
The crisp sound of class has become a thing of the past, and the only thing that hasn't changed is the yearning of your classmates.
The sun shines, and the gardener is full of spring; Rain moistens, peaches and plums are tender and red.
May the holidays fill your heart with happiness! I want to look into your eyes again to rekindle my passion. I want to listen to your lecture again, so that knowledge can give me wings to fly again. Do you know, teacher, your image on the podium is so great and charming? I hope you will always be young, radiant and full of peaches and plums! Miss you, miss you-teacher! Memories and blessings for you will increase day by day, so that the scene is full of affection and blessings, and good people will be safe all their lives! ! Dear teacher, although I don't often visit you, every time. ...
Mid-Autumn Festival cake composition 500 words
When the moon is full again, the bright moonlight shines on the earth, making him shine silver. The stars twinkled in the dark blue sky. How cute! The family gathered around the table in the yard to enjoy the moon. Tonight, it is another gentle night like water. The faint fragrance comes from the tip of the nose, and the rustling golden wind covers the sky with stars, setting off a full moon, which is a glittering jade plate.
Gu Longxiang, fragrant Gui Xiang, clear and bright moon, rich Qiu Si.
Month, evoked many people's reverie and sigh.
Miss home, friends, relatives, old friends and the moon, which is quite charming.
The moon always has too many worries, even the laurel trees under the moon are melancholy.
Ask ancient and modern times, ask heaven and earth, why is the moon the destination of missing? The artistic conception of the moon is deep and lonely, and the moon does not worry about people. The moon is always the sentimental object of poets? be
The feeling of the moon is a conversation about home, happiness and reunion.
When I miss my relatives and hometown, the moon is always the roundest, brightest and kindest.
The moon with emotional sustenance shines the most.
"Month, is round, just like my idea.
"This is Ai Qing's feelings of watching the moon, the hope of reunion, and the admiration for the spiritual comfort of the full moon.
A gentle breeze, accompanied by the brightness of the moon, makes the moon cold and cheerless, and people are already cold.
Looking at each other under the moon, can the moon spill my thoughts to my hometown? A hope, an ideal.
People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of ups and downs. Compared with people, the moon is sad, sunny is happy, round is happy, and lack is sad.
Even the month has its own emotions, or worry, or joy, or joy, or sadness, why not? Month, rounded.
The reunited family looked up, and a warm and sweet feeling came to mind; Lonely wanderer, the wind around him is cold, the moon seems to be the pain in his heart, missing him, looking up, hazy moon, where is his hometown? I hope I can help you. Actually, someone else wrote it. I hope you don't mind. Hehe 1.
Please indicate the source for reprinting. What are the ancient autumn poems mentioned in the poems?