Eat breakfast, the master of the Wang Lun special for Li Bai to come! The first time I saw him, he was in the middle of the night.
Li Bai took a sip, and the blush immediately surged on his face, he lightly stroked his beard, and repeatedly praised: "Good wine, good wine ah!"
"View the pool view, bathe in the pool water, drink the pool wine, this Peach Blossom Pool three joys!" Wang Lun laughed.
"'Mr. good travel? There are ten miles of peach blossoms in this place. Mr. Good Drinking? There are ten thousand restaurants in this place.' O old brother, how dare you think of it, writing me this letter and tricking me into coming here."
"If not, how can I invite your great poet to come?"
"Ten miles of peach blossoms, is the village ten miles away from the peach blossom ferry also; Wanjia tavern is actually surnamed Wan's family opened the tavern. Old brother you ......"
"You regret?" Wang Lun raised his face and winked wryly.
Li Bai picked up his wine cup and drank it down. "The water is good, the wine is good, and the people are better, it's not a vain trip, it's not a vain trip, haha ......"
After the meal, Li Bai began to surf the Internet. In the Internet found an e-mail:
Buddy:
Tomorrow Huangshan, do not see! Tofu
"Tofu ...... bean ...... rot ...... Du Fu!" Li Bai read silently a few times. Can not help but dumbfounded, always known for rigor Zi Mei brother also joked today. You don't say, only Du Fu can come up with this rhyming jingle!
Li Bai packed his bags and hurried downstairs.
Li Bai packed his bags and hurried downstairs. He couldn't bear to say goodbye to Wang Lun in person and wanted to leave without saying goodbye.
To the Peach Blossom Pond ferry, the sky pattered with a light rain, the water was a little broken microwave, the trees along the shore swaying with the wind, as if to extend the long arm is also in the retention of Li Bai like. Standing in the bow of the boat, Li Bai looked around, a faint frustration surged to the heart, Wang Lun will not ......
Suddenly, from the road came the faint sound of singing. Li Bai listened carefully, seems to be a few people chorus, very powerful. When the song is high, it is a curbing of the clouds and sky, and when it is low, it is a lingering and sorrowful voice. "This song should only be found in heaven, how many times can we hear it on earth?" Li Bai sighed. He stood on tiptoe and looked toward the shore. The comers came closer, isn't the one at the head Wang Lun? Wearing a turban and linen clothes, followed by a large group of villagers. They are singing while pedaling to the beat, hurrying toward the ferry ......
Li Bai's eyes were hot, lost his voice and called out: "Wang Lun old brother ......" never again! can not speak.
The crowd came to the shore and stopped, but their feet were still on the ground, and their hands were still beating the beat ......
"Brother Li, I rate all the townspeople specially come to send off." A good assembly, the song ended abruptly, Wang Lun to Li Bai, hands clasped fists, raised above his head.
Li Bai wiped his tears with his hand, and only half a day later said, "Wang Lun old brother, would you like to travel with me to Huangshan?"
Wang Lun did not answer, suddenly he opened his mouth and sang aloud: "Outside the Long Pavilion, by the ancient road ......" At one time, the townspeople with their feet on the ground, all together and Wang Lun's tune sang... ...
Li Bai could no longer restrain his feelings, weeping, he straightened his cloak, his head twisted to the side, waved his hand to the boatman. The boat slowly opened ......
"The evening wind whisking willow flute sound residual, the setting sun beyond the mountains ......" the song continued. Looking at the folks on the shore and the deep water of the Peach Blossom Pond, Li Bai seemed to be thinking of something ......
Wang Lun returned home and opened his computer to find an email from Li Bai "to Wang Lun":
Li Bai was about to leave on his boat when he suddenly heard the sound of treading songs on the shore.
The water in the Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun's sent me love.
Wang Lun read it and said to himself: "Li Bai is really a literary genius and a great poet! How can I compare with him?"
2. Write an essay around an ancient poem 300 wordsThe best one, which I have written before, is: "The peaks of the mountains are far away, and the heights of the mountains are different from each other.
Nowadays, there is a wave of learning ancient poems in school. But some students only pay attention to the number of memorized poems, memorized poems do not understand, and even a lot of words read wrong. I use; five read to learn poetry method;, the effect is very good, I say below how I self-study Wang Anshi's "yuan day".
I learned the poem by myself in five steps. The first step is to read the whole poem aloud. While reading, I came across the vocabulary word ;tel; and learned it. The second step is to read it carefully, I find out the key words that I don't understand in each line, such as; tusu, tiel, new peach, old talisman; and so on, read the notes or learn their meanings. The third step of translation reading. As you read, say the meaning of each line of the poem. The fourth step is to read through. Connect the meaning of each line of the poem and tell the meaning of the whole poem. The fifth step is to savor the reading. Look at the brief analysis to understand the author's background in writing the poem, imagine the scenery described in the author's poem as you read, and then think about what thoughts and feelings the poem expresses about the author. The Day of the New Year reminds me of Wang Anshi's reforms, which I read about in my extracurricular books, and it turns out that he wrote this poem to reflect his idea of getting rid of the old and bringing in the new. Finally I memorize the whole poem.
Self-study of ancient poems can never be swallowed whole.
The most important thing to remember is that you should be able to learn from your own experience.
The most important thing to remember is that you should be able to learn from your own experience.
The sun shines on the surface of the lake, and the lake is flooded with a piece of golden waves, and the ripples are mischievous enough to float around on the surface of the lake. Look, the little fish in the water are playing happily, and the tadpoles are looking around for their moms.
Look, there is also a pair of large dragonflies parked there, watching the beautiful scenery. Listen to the birds marveling at the beautiful scenery, and the singing oriole, singing a beautiful song to the surrounding objects.
This song, it seems to intoxicate them; this song, it seems to let them soul; this song, it seems to let them sleep in this song. On the river bank, the green grass is dense, refreshing breeze blew, the grass danced beautifully.
The mountains in the distance are high and low, like a charming landscape painting, which makes people relaxed and happy. Suddenly, a burst of laughter broke the silence of the landscape.
A small boat floated in the distance, on which sat two laughing children. One of them was wearing a red bib, one was wearing a white shirt, and both were barefoot.
One of the older children put away his Penny, stopped his oars, and sat down in the center of the fishing boat, which gradually came to a stop. One child said to the other, "The boat is now stopped in the center of the lake, what can we do now to make the boat go forward without either oars or braces?" The other kanji held his chin in his hand and quietly thought of a way.
"Oh there, let's use umbrellas to get the boat going!" With that, he hastily took the umbrella out of the cabin and opened it, and held it aloft so that the wind blew on top of it, and the umbrella drove the fishing boat. In this way, the fishing boat traveled slowly.
Passers-by saw, are surprised to think: now there is no rain, the two children to open the umbrella for what. Oh, no wonder there is no rain are open umbrella, the original is not to cover the wind and rain, but to use the wind to make the boat forward.
These passers-by, when they think about it, can not help but praise the two children, saying that they are very clever, very clever, worthy of admiration. When these passers-by turned back to look at them again, their fishing boat was already far away, leaving only some slow ripples on the water.
4. Use the poem to write a 300-word short essayAutumn Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the cycle of the seasons, standing in the vast expanse of heaven and earth, feel the rush of the years relentlessly, if the spring brings vitality, the summer brings mania, the winter brings sullenness, the fall brings is helpless.
Like a person wandering in the leaves dancing path, or moss-covered alleys, let the thoughts of the autumn wind blowing away gradually, until the melancholy is if anything, accounted for a peak, but also had to follow the Song Yu sighed with a "woe, autumn is gas! Sorrowful, the grass and trees fall and decline". In the fall, the autumn wind, the falling leaves have.
Every time you read the poems of the ancients, always be wrapped up in a strong sadness, but do not want to break free, sipping alone slowly expanding melancholy and loss, I do not know whether it is "love on the floors, for the endowment of new words strong sadness" it, or "want to talk about it, but the sky is cooler than a good autumn! I don't know whether it's "love on the floor, for the sake of new words, strong to say sorrow" or "want to talk about it, but said the sky is cool and good autumn"? Anyway, the sadness of autumn has been ancient, not more than one of me, and see how many sensitive and sentimental poets have been left in the fall of Shu Huai verse it. "Poetry" in the "autumn bleak, all the flowers with fibers", "reed reed, white dew for frost", "mulberry fall carry on, its yellow and meteorite" are issued on the fall of the sigh.
Fan Zhongyan's "blue cloud sky, yellow leaves, autumn color even waves, waves on the cold smoke Jade", the painted scenery Qing Wei light far away from the cause of the mood and scenery, attracting deep hurt. Later, Wang Shifu in the "West Wing" in the "Long Pavilion Farewell" in a fold will be slightly triggered by the words, changed to "blue clouds, yellow flowers, the west wind is tight, the northern geese flying south.
Who dyed the frosty forest drunk at dawn? "Sentimental since the ancient sadness of parting, more which can be cold fall autumn festival" is Liu Yong's sigh, miserable willow, the reunion is not expected, can take away only seems to be full of the autumn wind.
Zhou Bangyan's "autumn yin when clear gradually to the night, change a court cold, stand and listen to the sound of cold", written is a bleak journey of the lonesome helpless. Wei Yingwu's "heard the geese": "Where is the old garden? The first time I saw this, I thought it would be a good idea to go back to my hometown and see what I could do.
Huainan autumn rain night, high fasting heard the geese to write is nostalgic homesickness for the lonely feelings. Compared to the above on the helplessness of autumn, Li Bai in the feelings of the rest also show the bold poet's nature: "abandon me to go, yesterday's day can not stay, mess my heart, today's day more worries.
The long wind sends geese in the fall, which can be sound high building". In short, the autumn scenery is mostly bleak, bleak wind and rain, withered grass and flowers, rain hit the remnants of the lotus, geese singing in the sky ...... However, for a different state of mind, the poem will be very different.
Liu Yuxi found a support in the autumn wind, from the sense of sadness in the relief: "Since ancient times, the sadness of autumn is very lonesome, I say that the autumn is better than the spring. A crane in a clear sky rows up the clouds, and then leads the poetry to the blue sky."
Du Mu also looked out in the "Chang'an Autumn Watch", the wind and clouds of autumn, there is a different heaven: "The building leaning outside the frosty trees, the mirror sky without a millimeter. The southern mountains and the colors of autumn, the atmosphere of the two high".
Autumn rain - the eye of the building to dusk, sycamore leaves on the Xiao Xiao rain. Autumn night - sleep up the sound of autumn no place to look for, full steps of sycamore leaves in the sun.
Autumn sound - not realize the pond spring grass dream, step in front of the sycamore leaves has been the sound of autumn. Autumn leaves - the night deep wind bamboo knocking autumn rhyme, ten thousand leaves a thousand voices are hate.
Autumn colors - rain invades the bad urn new moss green, autumn into the horizontal forest several leaves red. The moonlight drenches the sky with water, and the sky is clear and echoing.
Autumn chrysanthemums - I would rather die than be blown down by the north wind. The first thing you need to do is to ask your friends and family to come to your house.
Autumn Sorrows - I don't know what to say, but I've been writing about my sorrows by the light of a solitary lamp. The first time I saw this, I was so happy to see you, and I'm so happy to see you.
Autumn Huai - out of the door is not exempt from the sigh of the years, and see the lake wood leaves fly. The first time I went back to the fall night, a lamp was left in front of my bed.
Autumn memories - the anvil and pestle knocked the moon in the deep alley, the sycamore shook down the autumn of the old garden. The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you're doing, and you'll be able to do it.
Autumn flavor - crickets alone know that the autumn order early, banana under the rain sound more. I hope that I can have the ancient open-minded, to the next fall, you can go more to feel the hustle and bustle of summer after the fresh and quiet, long winter before the brief fragrance, more to experience "the nature of the autumn wind is strong and just" bold, and less to sigh "autumn winds and autumn rains, sad people" of helplessness.
Will also be autumn and "feeling", but no longer for the autumn and "sad". The moonlight is like water, water like sky The early fall heat will not end of the day, I am extremely miss the round of the moon belonging to the Mid-Autumn Festival, only then can people feel a real cool and serene.
The moon is often overlooked in our daily lives, and only when it comes to such a special day do people remember something about the moon. The night is so silent, and there is a bit of warmth in the silence that makes the clamor of autumn sounds reach *** in the treetops.
The moon's light is confused and flickering without attachment, creating a dense atmosphere, unexpectedly recalled the Qin Guan's "Tesha Xing" in the words: the fog lost the building, the moon is lost in the Jindu. A "lost" word will letter ingested the moonlight of the kind of hazy and disorienting atmosphere, in such a time when many ambiguous past events will be in the haze, into your heart.
In fact, there are many things you do not have to think about it, it will always be there, like how many years ago a bright moon, it is always hanging in your heart. The light of the moon is covered and shadowed, serene and distant.
Entering the moonlight is like entering a kind of hazy dream, and even though you know it is just a dream, it makes you want to put in that way and do not want to wake up. In our southern Fujian dialect, the moon has a very feminine nickname called "moon lady", always like this name, as if there is not much reason, just because the "moon lady" decorated how many of our childhood dreams.
At that time in the summer or early fall night, we generally sleep on the roof, looking at the quiet night sky, accompanied by the moonlight or starlight, in the adults in a fascinating story to sleep, in the sleep will inevitably do a moon boat to pick the stars of the dream. At that time, the old people often said to the children, do not use the index finger pointing at the "moon lady", otherwise, at night, "moon lady" will turn into a scythe to cut off your ears.
So the children had to hold their index fingers tightly in their fists, fearing that a carelessness would lead to the misfortune of having their ears cut off. It seems that there are such little friends, even still pointed his index finger to the moon, and finally was scared to sleep all night, fearing that once asleep, their ears will be "moon lady" secretly cut to go.
Autumn is the transition from summer to winter. The lunar calendar ranges from July to September, from the beginning of autumn to the beginning of winter.
5. Rewrite the ancient poem as a narrative 300 wordsThe fisherman stroked the faces of the two sleeping children with his rough hands. Suddenly, a look flashed in his eyes, which was mixed with sadness, helplessness, pity and love for those two children ...... But it was only a moment, when the fisherman raised his head, he looked at Sanna, looked into Sanna's eyes, looked into Sanna's eyes that were full of hope, and it seemed that the two of them were talking to each other with their eyes At that moment, the fisherman's eyes also shone with hope.
"Well Sanna let's work together! Let's work together for our little angels!" "Well that's a great idea, good! Let's work together!" They folded their hands together in front of their chests and mouthed their hopes, "God, may you bless the children as they grow up, and may they have peace throughout their lives." The cold wind was still roaring, but the dilapidated and ancient hut was overflowing with happiness and warmth.
Sixteen years later, the children all grew up, became a pillar of talent: when the boss when the boss, when the doctor when the doctor, when the scientist when the scientist ...... they received their parents to their own home, good filial piety, so that they enjoy the joy of heaven, not to mention how happy. And, they also like their parents to help more poor people.
6. Essay with Ancient Poems 300 WordsThere are many ancient Tang poems, but the most unforgettable one is Gao Ding's The Village Dwelling, which shaped a group of lovely children like me.Today, the weather was sunny, and my mother was preparing breakfast. Suddenly, a black shadow flew across the sky - a kite! I also memorized the poem "Village Dwelling":
The grass is long and the warblers are flying in February,
The willow on the embankment is drunk with spring smoke,
The children return early from school,
They are busy taking advantage of the east wind to fly paper kites.
I also crepe and mom said: "mom, spring flowers, wind and sunshine, the two of us also take advantage of the east wind early to go to the kite, okay!"
Mom laughed and used chopsticks to knock me on the head, I cleverly dodged away.
We came to the Ming Palace Square, hand in hand to put the kite on the blue sky, with many kites together in the blue sky to roam. I am enjoying the joy of freedom, I did not expect the sky has unpredictable wind clouds, suddenly east and west of the wind to the sky of the kite blowing east run west run, my kite line and the nearby kite line a few kite line actually winding line, pull half a day, my kite line insisted on the last, the others fragile line of the bucket all the broken off. My mom and I looked at each other and laughed, very happy.
The song "Village Dwelling" expresses my present mood to the fullest, and I like this ancient poem.
7. Write this poem as a 300-word essayThe ripples of the sparkling lake are rippling one after another, and the willow tree by the lake treats the sparkling lake as a mirror, where she gently combs her own braid. The sun shines on the surface of the lake, the surface of the lake is flooded with a piece of golden waves, ripples mischievous in the lake surface floating around. Look, the little fish in the water are playing happily, and the tadpoles are looking around for their mothers. Look, there is also a pair of big dragonflies parked there, watching the beautiful scenery. Listen, the birds are constantly marveling at the beautiful scenery, and the singing oriole is singing this beautiful song to the surrounding foreign objects. This song, seems to let them intoxicated; this song, seems to let them soul; this song, seems to let them sleep in this song. On the bank of the river, the green grass is densely packed, and when the refreshing breeze blows, the grass dances beautifully. The mountains in the distance are high and low, like a charming landscape painting, making people happy.
Suddenly, a burst of laughter broke the silent landscape. A small boat floated in the distance, on which sat two laughing children. One of them was wearing a red bib, one was wearing a white shirt, and both were barefoot. One of the older children put away his Penny, stopped his oars, and sat down in the center of the fishing boat, which gradually came to a stop. One child said to the other, "The boat is now stopped in the center of the lake, what can we do now to make the boat go forward without either the oars or the spreader bar?" The other kanji held his chin in his hand and quietly thought of a way. "Oh there, let's use umbrellas to get the boat moving forward!" Saying this, he hastily took the umbrella out of the cabin and opened it, and held it high in the air, so that the wind blew on top of it, and the umbrella drove the fishing boat. In this way, the fishing boat traveled slowly.
Passers-by saw, are surprised to think: now there is no rain, the two children to open the umbrella for what. Oh, no wonder it is not raining all open umbrella, the original is not to cover the wind and rain, but to use the wind to make the boat forward. These passers-by want to understand when, can not help but praise the two small children, said they are very clever, very intelligent, worthy of admiration.
When these passers-by looked back at them again, their fishing boat was already far away, leaving only a few slow ripples on the water.
8. Joy in Ancient Poetry Essay 300 WordsLike Da, sand like wind, the mountains are still the hidden green hills, or the precipitated Chinese civilization of the green color.
Five thousand years of cultural heritage, such as a pot of tea unknowingly intoxicated. It is not necessary to "search for him a thousand degrees, suddenly look back, but already in the lights."
The leaves of the three autumns - the wind The dance is floating clear sleeves, and the song **** around the beam. The winds are the only thing that can make a difference in the lives of people.
"Who has seen the wind? You do not, I have never seen, but every time the trees nodded and bowed, that is the wind's whereabouts. If it is "the desert, the long river sunset round" of the border desert, over there is the wind running in the sky in the yellow sand; if it is "the waves beat the shore, rolled up a thousand piles of snow in the vastness of the Yangtze River, that is, the wind is traveling sub violent waves in the turbulence.
The wind makes no trace, where it goes, where it stops. Formally that "* flute why complain about the willow, the spring wind does not pass the Jade Gate."
It has long been a famous saying for the ages. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the flowers, and the second thing you need to do is to get a good look at the flowers, and the third thing you need to do is to get a good look at the flowers.
Ancient poems sang the last song, leaving gracefully, accomplishing a song of "Funeral Flower" "Once the spring is over, the red face is old, and the flowers fall and the people die without knowing it." Poetry saint Du Fu wrote the haunting "walking alone along the river in search of flowers" and there is another encounter in Jiangnan Li Guinian.
"It's a good view of Jiangnan, and I met you again at the time of the falling flowers." The west wind, full of chrysanthemums cold fragrance to come.
It is that curtain "the fragrance of the sky through the Chang'an, full of gold armor," the splendor of the splendor can not help but make the poet Huang Chao sighed, "If I am the Green Emperor in other years, the report and the peach blossoms a place to open." The forest cover white piece - snow "a piece of a piece and a piece, two pieces of three pieces of four or five pieces.
Six pieces, seven pieces, eight or nine pieces, flying into the reeds are gone." The famous poet Cen Sen wrote, "The general's bow cannot be controlled, and the guardian's iron coat is cold and hard to wear".
Depicted the "Vast Sea appendage hundred feet of ice, sad clouds to the condensation" of the August snow spectacle. There is also a "sudden spring breeze, thousands of trees, thousands of trees pear blossom" of the rosy and strange.
The end of the world **** at this time - the month Li Taibai moon drinking alone, "Raise a cup to invite the moon, the shadow into three people." Since ancient times, they have dragged the moon to send love.
Homesickness is far away from one side, it is "I send my heart with the moon" such bitter thoughts, all the grief, sorrow into the moon. "The moon is the bright moon of the hometown."
All around the world, the moon is in the sky, the moonlight is like water. The Mid-Autumn Festival, the moonlight is wet with autumn dew, so I think "the moon is bright tonight, I don't know how to think of the home."
"The green lady is cold, the moon in the frost fight Canyuan."
A beautiful ancient poem, as if I was there , I found joy in learning ancient poetry. Episode 2 Ever since I can remember, I have had an inexplicable fondness for ancient poems.
Because each poem can not only clarify the deep truth for us, but also read catchy. I have a love affair with ancient poetry.
The first poem I learned was Li Bai's "Silent Night Thoughts", which expresses the homesickness of a traveler in just twenty words. The first poem I learned was Li Bai's "Silent Night Thoughts".
The enlightenment of this poem may be one of the reasons why I love ancient poetry.
This poem may be one of the reasons why I love old poems. Since I was in elementary school, my mother, who was a teacher, frequently bought extracurricular books for me, and I especially loved the Three Hundred Poems of the Tang Dynasty.
The lamentable "Woodpecker", the saddening "Jiangchengzi", and the despondent "Spring Rain" ...... make me more and more fond of ancient poetry. On the first year, although the study task is more heavy, I always find more time to read ancient poems.
As a result, I am more interested in language. Throughout the first year, I turned over the "Three Hundred Tang Poems".
When I moved to the second year of junior high school, my studies became even busier. I thought I had a deeper foundation in ancient poetry, so I got proud and didn't study hard, which led to my language scores going down the drain.
But after that, I not only don't want to learn the ancient poems, on the contrary, treat it as my "enemy".
But after that, not only did I not study the poems, but I made them my "enemy.
I thought to myself, "I'm going to use the advantages of poetry to make up for my disadvantages. But it was not to be. The ancient poems in the third year were even more difficult to understand and memorize.
Once, the teacher asked me to recite the "Snow Song sends the magistrate back to the capital", I actually did not recite it down, I hung my head, red-faced, looking at the author of the "Cen Shen" two words, hate to eat it! But what I learned was more of a lesson. I thought to myself, "Why couldn't I memorize that poem? I used to be able to memorize every single one of the 300 Tang Poems. Could it be that I procrastinated too much in my second year? Hadn't I regained my confidence in ancient poetry? I asked myself for a long time and finally realized that I hadn't worked hard enough! So as soon as I arrived home from school, I began to memorize the poem after finishing my homework, and finally I recited the entire text word for word when we were studying "Walking the Horse River Row Sending Feng Daifu on a Western Expedition," which was praised by the teacher, and since then my confidence has become even greater, and I secretly vowed to enter a higher realm of poetry.
In the reading of Cen Sen's poetry, I realized the poet's delicate emotions: soldiers defending their country against the cold, the feelings of depression between friends, the feelings of the soldiers who left their hometowns to live in peace and think of danger. ...... Its ancient famous line, "Suddenly, the spring breeze comes at night, and a thousand trees bloom with pear blossoms" seems to write about spring. "Appear to write spring, actually write snow, has a very deep meaning.
9. What are some of the 300-word essays made up from ancient poems into storiesWhat are some of the 300-word essays made up from ancient poems into stories? The Qingming Festival (Tang) Du Mu (唐) Qingming Festival rains, the people on the road want to break their souls. I'm not sure where to find a wine shop, but I'm sure I can find one. The shepherd boy points to the apricot blossom village. On the day of Qingming Festival, the sky was gray and drizzling, I walked on the road far away from my hometown, thinking of my relatives who had passed away, and my heart was full of sadness. I wanted to go to a wine house to drink a little wine to relieve my grief, sorrow, confusion and depression, so I asked the shepherd boy on the roadside, "Excuse me, is there a wine house nearby?" The shepherd boy stretched out his hand and pointed to the hidden village behind the almond blossom forest. I walked over, white apricot blossoms let me see very pleased, I walked to the village, saw a restaurant, went in and I drank a lot of wine, always believe that wine can be relieved of boredom, I very much hope that today also succeed. I drank for three hours, and my mood became more cheerful. When the sun came out, my mood was even more like that of the past. I sighed from the bottom of my heart, "This year's Ching Ming Festival, I am really in mourning before and happy after, thanks to these wines!" After the rain cleared, everything became fresh and bright. The dust on the grass is washed clean by the raindrops . Flowers gave out their sweet fragrance, butterflies fluttered in the bushes, and everything changed. As one of the twenty-four solar terms, Qingming Festival is also a good time for trekking and dust removal, and its name means "everything grows at this time, all clean and clear". "The rain falls one after another during the Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." This is a poem written by Du Mu, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, about the Qingming Festival. It is a traditional day to pay tribute to family and friends year after year. It's Qingming Festival again, I went to my grandmother's grave with my mom and dad. We put flowers on her grave, hoping that she would know how much we miss her and that we would be blessed by her. Many people went to the Martyrs' Cemetery to pay homage to the dead martyrs, to express their admiration and deep nostalgia for them, and to encourage their children to learn from their spirit. There are also many people with shovels and saplings, to the designated sites for voluntary tree planting, hoping to add to their own lives, more hope for their children and grandchildren to create a green living environment. Qingming Festival is not simply to sweep the graves and remember the deceased so simple, but also close to nature, love of natural life symbolizes. The spirit of the Qingming Festival is "life and death together", which means that life and death are equally important. When living people remember the deceased, they commemorate and give thanks; when they get close to nature, they draw the power of life in the full bloom of spring. Qingming Festival customs are rich and interesting, in addition to preaching the prohibition of fire, sweeping the tomb, there are a series of customary activities such as trekking, swinging, playing polo, inserting green willow.