In April in Jiangnan, the hillside is green, the wilderness is green, green trees, green grass, green grass, showing in front of the poet's eyes, is a world dominated by green.
In the green wilderness river canals crisscrossed, a road overflowing, flowing, white; that a piece of rice paddies filled with water, is also white. As far as the eye can see, the green fields, white water, all shrouded in a faint smoke.
Is that fog? The smoke? No, that is like smoke like mist drizzle, from time to time there are a few cuckoo calls from far and near the trees, the air came. The first two lines of the poem describe the scenery of the land of Jiangnan in early summer, the eye is broad, the brushstrokes are delicate; the tone is sharp, the mood is hazy; static and dynamic combination, colored and sound.
"Zi Gui sound rain like smoke", like smoke like mist rain seems to be called by the Zi Gui chirping, especially rich sense of realm. "In April in the countryside, there are few idle people, only after the silkworms and then inserted into the field."
The last two lines sing of the busy agricultural work in early summer in Jiangnan. The two major agricultural activities, namely, collecting silkworms and planting rice seedlings, are related to clothing and food, and it is the busy season now, and every family is busy.
The last line of the poem can not be seen too real, that every family is the first to do a good job of picking mulberry silkworms, some people transport seedlings, some people inserted seedlings; some people are the first sericulture after the insertion of field, some people are the first insertion of the field after the sericulture, some people are busy only in one of them, and some people are not afraid to do other work. "Only after the silkworms and inserted into the field", but is to simplify, sketching the countryside in April the busy atmosphere of the farmhouse.
As for not saying that people are too busy, but saying that there are very few idle people, almost none. That is intentionally said euphemistically, soothing some, in order to maintain a calm and quiet temperament in a busy and tense people, and this calm and quiet and the first two scene descriptions of the watercolor hazy tone is a harmonious and unified picture.
2. around the "countryside" this small ancient text to write the composition of about 400 wordsIn a high and refreshing autumn Sunday, I was in a happy mood to take the car to the countryside to pick up the wind. Just out of the car, showing in front of you is a picture of beautiful scenery.
A wide highway, flat and wide, cars come and go. On both sides of the highway towers a brand new small house, red brick green tile reflected in the sun, which marks the farmers' life ran into the well-off. At this moment, it reminds me of the scene here a few years ago, the houses are disorderly. Crooked and broken, the environment is not elegant everywhere dirty; narrow roads. Muddy. Potholes everywhere. Now here, not only a small house, but also a tea processing plant, machinery and equipment, driving people's economic construction, so that people live colorful.
Here in front of each house are loaded with beautiful flowers. There are daffodils, peonies, chrysanthemums ...... they fight for color, laughing and dancing in the breeze. Behind the houses, a crystal clear brook, quietly flowing, selflessly to irrigate every piece of farmland, small fish chasing each other in the water. How happy they are to play!
There are no skyscrapers here, but a small farmhouse, is the city people's vacation world, where the environment is elegant, the air is fresh.
This is a beautiful landscape in the countryside, let me enjoy the eyes. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the countryside, and you will be able to see what is happening.
3. Small ancient text in the countryside of the essay 450 words or moreIn the quiet and remote farm, a dozen families are busy with their own, as if every family has an endless work, there is not a moment is stopped.
Quietly into the village, a cluster of corn stalks, a bush, a piece of golden yellow corn like a smiley doll, happy to welcome the growth of the green stalks, the tip of the pole, the tip of the corn grew a short and thin "hair" to. Here, a pair of mother and daughter is the pile of corn Su peeled, one by one, one by one to organize. The little girl's mother was wearing a shirt and a pair of green cotton pants underneath, and her hair was down. The black, thick hair seems to have grown a few imperceptible gray hairs.
The little girl moves as if practicing the basics of dance, and look at her, there is a faint smile on her face, a necessary skill for those who practice dance. She squats down naturally, as if practicing leg exercises, and as if out of her mind.
4. rewrite the countryside April into a small short essay 350 wordsThe countryside April rewritten into a small short essay:
A warm afternoon, the poet Ong Roll came to the countryside in the wilderness. Here the grass was lush and green. In the distance is a paddy field, the color of the water inside the paddy field and the light of the sky reflect each other, become full of bright white, the poet was fascinated by the beauty of this landscape.
Suddenly, the poet was awakened from his dream by the sound of a clear bird's call. It turned out to be a cuckoo bird in the branches of the happy singing "cuckoo, cuckoo ......". The beauty of the scene in front of the poet as drunk, unknowingly started a light rain, such as smoke and mist of the rain, to the beauty of the added a hazy and mysterious.
Because the countryside in April is in the spring plowing season, simply do not see idle people, they will rush to the best time to sow seeds, planting the hope of the year.
The poet came to the eaves of a house to take shelter from the rain, and suddenly heard a child's voice from the room: "Mom and Dad, why are you so busy every day? You've just finished working on the silkworms, and you're busy plugging in the fields again, so you don't have time for me!" At this time came a woman's voice: "Child, if we don't pick mulberry and plant the fields in time in the spring, where can we get the fruit of harvest in the fall! The time of the year lies in the spring ah!
The poet then improvised a poem:
Green all over the mountains, white all over the river,
Zi Gui sound rain like smoke.
The countryside is less crowded in April,
and it is only after the silkworms have been planted in the fields.
Original text:
April in the countryside
[ Song - Weng Roll ]
The mountains are green and white, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of Zi Gui.
In April in the countryside, there are fewer idle people.
5. Description of the idyllic scenery of the ancient poem rewrite 650 words essayAlthough the countryside is simple, but the green rice paddies, the clear river, the naive smile, the countryside into a harmonious, desirable realm.
Walking in the countryside, you will see the colorful flowers beside the path beckon to you, and the charming fragrance comes to you. Into the depths, you will also see rice paddies next to the green hills.
When the breeze blows, the seedlings in the paddy field will sway her soft body, as if dancing. In the countryside, there is a small river in front of or behind their houses.
Some trees are planted beside the river. The river is surrounded by green trees and mountains everywhere, and they are like sentinels guarding the clear river.
When it is late at night and you are lying in bed, you will hear the sound of gurgling water. If you go out for a walk on a summer evening, you will see your neighbors sitting in chairs in a circle in front of their homes.
They shook their bushel fans and chatted about family matters as they cooled off. Together with the stars in the sky and the warm breeze, they painted a natural and harmonious rural landscape.
The countryside, is so unique, is so leisurely, is so charming. The countryside is the place where I dream.
Ah so beautiful. Although the countryside is simple, but the green rice fields, the clear river, the naive smile, the countryside into a harmonious, desirable realm.
Walking in the countryside, you will see the colorful flowers beside the path beckon to you, and the charming fragrance comes to you. Into the depths, you will also see rice paddies next to the green hills.
When the breeze blows, the seedlings in the rice paddies will sway their soft bodies, as if dancing.
6. dawn day ancient text rewritten into a small modern short essay writing
"Water Classic - River Water - Mengmen Mountain": the river in the gargling wide, pinch the banks of the lofty depths, leaning cliffs to return to the defense, the boulders at risk, if the fall again leaning.
Yang Zhi "Luoyang Galaxy - Yongning Temple": Golden Plate Dazzle Sun, light shining clouds, Bao Duo contains the wind, ringing out of the sky; singing praises, is really God's work. Bai Juyi "Mount Lushan Cao Tang": a night body Ning, two nights heart Yee, three nights after the decadence of Ran Ta Ran, I do not know what it is however, Ran.
/ Hall east of the waterfall, the water hangs three feet, lagging steps corner, down the stone canal, dusk and dawn as the color of the practice, the night, such as the ring as the sound of qinzhu. Liu Zongyuan's Yongzhou Eight Records "Beginning of the West Mountain Banquet Tour", "Cobalt Hill", "Cobalt Hill", "Cobalt Hill West", "Small Stone Lake", "Stone Channel", "Stone Stream", "Small Stone City Hill", "Yuan Jia Thirst" Liu Zongyuan's "Beginning of the West Mountain Banquet Tour": the high and low situation, the story of Ran Ran Puddle Ran, such as anthills and caves, the size of a thousand miles, save knit cumulative, can not hide; haunting the green drape white, and outside of the sky, four look as one.
Then we know that the mountain is special, not with Pei* (Tulou) as a class. Liu Zongyuan, "Cobalt pool West hill": the stone of the sudden anger and supine, the negative soil and out, for the strange shape of the people, can not be counted.
Its loftiness and tired and down, if the cattle and horses drink in the stream; and its punch and angle columns and up, if the warriors of the bears climbed in the mountains.
Liu Zongyuan's "Records of the Small Stone Pool": The fish in the pool can be a hundred or so heads, all of them if the empty swim without any dependence. The sunlight is clear, the shadow cloth on the stone, motionless; begin to pass away, to and from the open and close, like with the swimmers to enjoy.
Wang Anshi, "Tour of Mount Baochan": The razor to the near, then the tourists; danger to the far, then to the less; and the strange and weird very view, often in the danger of the far and the people of the rare to yam; therefore, non-aspiring people can not be to also. Tao Yuanming "Peach Blossom Garden" Wang Bo "Tou Wang Pavilion Preface" Fan Zhongyan "Yueyang Tower" Ouyang Xiu "Drunken Master Pavilion" Li Ge Fei "Luoyang Garden Records" Chao Jianzhi "New City Tour of the North Mountain": in September, the sky high dew please, the mountain empty moonlight, look up to see the stars are great, such as suitable on earth.
Su Shi "before the Red Cliff Fugu" "after the Red Cliff Fugu" Li Xiaoguang "Yan Shan ten records - view of the stone beam record": the month is gone, white clouds west like running water. The wind blowing oak chestnut fall tile, turn shot rock hut, from the collar out, hit the ground accumulation of leaves, clanging boring just like, it is not the world of gold and stone sound.
Liu Ji "Qingfengge" Tang Shunzhi "Bamboo Stream" Yuan Hongdao "full well travel record" Wang Qi "Tour of the East Forest Landscape" Xu Xiake "Tour of Mount Hengshan diary" "Tour of Mount Taihuashan diary" "Tour of Yandang Mountain diary" "Tour of Lanxi" Tan Yuanchun "tour of the Wulongtan record" Almost there, I personally think that the ancient literature writing scene or "Water Classic Note" look cool, clear expression, the language is dry, beautiful mood. Su Shi once said: "Now I'm happy how deep, the water scripture also repeatedly read."
7. "Qingpingle - Village Dwelling" rewrite small short essay about 500 wordsIn the afternoon, I slowly walked with a leisurely mood, and inadvertently saw a low and small thatched cottage. Behind the hut there was a green and upright bamboo, a rolling hills, revealing the tranquil atmosphere of the countryside. Next to the hut there was a small stream, the water was so clear and transparent that the swimming fish in the river could be seen clearly; under the sunlight, the surface of the river appeared to be sparkling. Under the sunlight, the surface of the river looked sparkling. When a breeze blew by, the surface of the river was flooded with ripples. There are a few beautiful and touching lotus flowers on the surface of the stream, some of them are in full bloom; some of them are in bud; and some of them seem to be put like not put. White with pink,
pink with red, like a shy girl with a veil. Next to the brook, there is a clump of verdant grass, growing very lush, in the brook, under the backdrop of the lotus, more seemingly blue and clear lovely.
In front of the hut, there is a pair of gray-haired old couple, they just drank some wine, from their red faces can be seen that they are slightly drunk, leaning together, in the Wu dialect together with intimate conversation, next to the second son from time to time to interject a few words miles!
The old couple's eldest son was hoeing hard in the bean field on the east side of the creek, and how hard he was working! The youngest son is not yet an adult, can not do anything, can only lie on the side of the creek while teasing the swimming fish mischievously, while peeling the lotus seedpods to eat, shaking the small feet of the appearance of the real favorite!
What a happy family!
What a happy family! I was y intoxicated and stood there for a long time, unwilling to leave...
8. Rewrite the ancient poem "The Village Dwelling" into a storyThe more famous ancient poems with the title of "The Village Dwelling":
The Village Dwelling
Song. Zhang Shunmin
The water surrounds the bamboo hedges in the bei fields, and the hibiscus flowers are scarce when the elm money has fallen.
No one is lying on the back of a cow in the sunset.
The Village House
Qing Dynasty.
The grass is long and the warblers are flying in February, and the willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke.
The children returned early from school, and were busy releasing paper kites in the east wind.
Qing Ping Le - Village Dwelling
Song Xin Qiji
The eaves of the cottage are low, and the grass is green on the stream. I'm not sure if I've ever seen a woman with white hair, but I'm sure if I've ever seen a woman with white hair, and I've never seen a woman with white hair. The first child is hoeing beans on the east side of the stream, and the middle child is weaving a chicken coop. The most favorite thing is that the little one is lying down and peeling the lotus seedpods at the head of the stream.
9. Based on "Qing Ping Le. Village DwellingIn late spring and early summer, Xin Qiji, a famous lyricist of the Song Dynasty, rode in a carriage to a small mountain village. When he looked far away, he saw a low and small thatched cottage, which was surrounded by rolling hills, one after another. Beside the hut there were a few tall mulberry trees, which were very cool under the green shade. A small brook is close to the hut, the brook is full of green grass, there are ten or so lotus flowers and some flower bones in the lake. What a beautiful idyllic scene.
Suddenly, Xin Qiji saw an old woman in blue dress and an old woman in red dress drinking wine while chatting! The Wu voice that contained drunkenness sounded so kind - "Our three sons are really getting more and more knowledgeable!" That old woman said. "Yeah! Look!"
Xin Qiji turned his eyes and saw his eldest son weeding the beans on the east side of the river, only to see him picking up a hoe and concentrating on weeding, the sun was blazing down on his upper head and he was literally sweating like a pig, but there was still a hint of a smile around the corners of his mouth. Middle son is for the chickens to weave chicken coop, see his skillful technique, two hands up and down to flip around, but in a while, a delicate chicken coop is completed. The wordsmith wondered: Huh? Where did another son go? He turned his head again to look, ha! It turns out that this
youngest son is here, only to see the youngest son lying by the stream, peeling and eating the just-picked lotus seedpods.
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