Spring has come, and she seems to be a loving mother. She gently stroked the top of the seed's head with warm hands, and let the seed lean out of the comfortable "bed". She kissed the flowers on her cheeks with beautiful lips, making them colorful and competitive; She combed her hair with slender fingertips, let the willow take out new leaves and shake her beautiful hair; She blew gently into the sky with a fragrant breath. Let the sky be free of impurities and beautiful.
Spring has come, and she seems to be a music conductor. She directed magpies and cuckoos to jump on the branches and sing crisp and tactful songs; She directed the lovely lamb to jump, laugh and coquetry beside the ewe, making the ewe helpless and affectionate; She directed the little frog to dance on the lotus leaf, showed her musical talent and shouted loudly; She directed the little fish to swim in the water and beat the water rhythmically with her tail.
Spring has come, and she is more like an oil painter. She turned the shining white world into a colorful world; She turned the budding blue bud into a pink peach blossom grinning at us; She turned monotonous and bare brown land into green and lovely rice seedlings; She turned a silver-like seed into a fragrant golden rape flower.
2. Rewrite an ancient poem (Spring Day) into a 400-word composition. On a sunny day, I came to Surabaya to visit the beautiful scenery. There are flowers in full bloom and the smell is fragrant. The mountains in the distance are high and low, looming. A waterfall falls from the sky, just as the title of a poem written by Li Bai is "Suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days". There is also a stream at the foot of the mountain. The stream is crystal clear, and small fish and shrimps are playing in it.
In the distance, a small village is hidden among the flowers, and the flowers are overflowing. People all know that there is a spring breeze, but to really see it, we must see it through the colorful scenes of blooming flowers, green grass and sprouting young trees. . Who woke them up? Oh! It turns out that Miss Chun woke them up with her gentle hands!
Spring has come, and the spring breeze has blown the flowers away, and there are flowers everywhere. With the spring breeze, there is this boundless beauty!
3. The ancient poem "Spring Day" was rewritten into a 400-word composition. Spring is late and brisk. Migrating swallows fly back to the north from the south. They chirped, "Spring is coming, spring is coming!" " "
The grass poked its head out of the soil shyly and asked softly, "Is spring coming?" Where is spring? "
Willow let the wind comb her tender green hair and said softly, "Who is spring?"
At this time, Yingchunhua proudly said, "Haha, I am spring."
Morning glory is blowing its horn, as if welcoming spring.
Spring has finally arrived. She has green hair, fair face and clothes made of flowers.
Spring said to the flowers, "son, spring is you, you are a beautiful spring!" " "
4. Rewrite an ancient poem describing spring into an essay "A Spring Tour in Qiantang"-Jiating West in the north of Gushan Temple in Baijuyi. The water level is low at the beginning.
Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests. Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
I love the lack of eastward travel of the lake and the white sand embankment under the shade of green trees. Rewrite prose: After a plate of spring rolls, I scrambled eggs with two Toona sinensis, and Yuan Zhen and I drank wine separately.
Taking advantage of the strong wine, we went to Gushan Temple. The steps are diffuse, the dirt road is slippery, and the crispy taste that has already been slightly smoked in the air is more intense.
Looking up, Gushan Temple is close at hand. A solemn Brahma Buddha sound floated in, which suddenly made my heart feel a little solemn.
But Yuan, who didn't like Amithofo, pulled me to the path leading to Jiating. Xizi Lake, for thousands of years, has always been like a passionate and poetic girl with infinite springs in her eyes.
Jia Ting is on the West Lake, like an affectionate scholar, guarding his lover, the West Lake. On this day, it is early spring weather, the clouds are low in color and shallow in shadow, and a little roll is lazily scattered at the end of the day.
The waves of calligraphy are as high and ordinary as the low clouds in the distance. Taking a rest in the wooden fence of Jiating, looking at the poplar, willow and apricot trees in the west of the pavilion from a distance, as well as the near and tall yellow-green miscellaneous trees and the delicate flowers and plants that fill the gap between this tree and that tree, I felt a little drunk.
I couldn't stand the room, so I held the carved column in the pavilion. At this time, several orioles who left the nest early screamed and fought, chased them out of the Woods and disappeared in a blink of an eye.
Looking back at the north of the pavilion, there is a farmhouse. A few swallows who may live there are singing on the eaves of the pavilion at the moment, with pieces of fresh soil in their mouths. Tingdong is even more intoxicating: there are messy flowers and high flowers, which make our eyes gradually confused.
A brisk horse came from the flowers, and the grass on the ground was so shallow that it drowned the horseshoes. Looking up at the West Lake in the distance, Yang Yiyi and Baisha are really good places for spring.
In the face of this situation, the lofty poetic interest in my heart is like the spring tide in Qiantang River, surging and overwhelming, and suddenly generate comes out.
5. Write "Spring" in a 400-word poem of the Spring Bureau.
When I was a child, my grandfather was a teacher and always taught me to recite ancient poems word by word. It's strange to see grandpa reading poetry. When he reads poetry, he always shakes his head and his voice is cadence. I asked grandpa why, and grandpa smiled and said, "Only when you shake your head while reading a poem can you read the charm of the poem." At that time, I didn't know where the charm of this poem was, but I nodded with a little knowledge.
I still remember that the first Tang poem I read that I could recite was Spring Dawn. I think the first time I made friends with Xiao Chun must be in spring. "In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing all around." I asked grandpa what "smelling birds" meant, and grandpa said, smelling is listening. Don't you often hear birds chirping when you get up every morning? This is "bird sniffing". Oh, I see.
I read one by one and read many poems about spring. "Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller in the spring breeze." Oh, I know this poem. Clouds of wildfires are burning weeds, but they can't be extinguished anyway. When the spring breeze blows, weeds are reborn. "Although the country is divided, the mountains and rivers remain forever, and the vegetation turns green in spring." I also know these two sentences. I don't like the sight of the country collapsing. Although the mountains and rivers remain the same, there are grass everywhere and trees all over the street. Read: "Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me?" A pale ink picture appeared in front of me, and the last sentence of the poet used interrogative sentences, which made me imagine a picture of "When is the bright moon" and "Take care of me", showing how homesick the poet Wang Anshi is!
Zhu Youshi's poem "Spring Day": "Win the day to find the fragrance of Surabaya, and the vast scenery will be new for a while. When you are free, you will know that the east wind is always spring. " Gradually, I understood the charm of poetry and gained a lot of knowledge.
Spring, in my poetic journey, follows me all the way. It occupies an important position in the poems I have learned, giving me endless inspiration and insight, and making me understand the charm of poetry.
6. There are at least three ancient poems in the narrative about spring. Spring has come, everything has revived, and it was cloudy yesterday afternoon. According to past experience, it should be a continuous spring rain; As the old saying goes, "Spring rain is as expensive as oil". In the past two days, droughts have been reported all over the country.
People are eager for a continuous spring rain, wet and dry land, and sow timely rain for that spring. The snow that just fell in winter didn't come, and the first rain came quietly this spring. Just like some unexpected beauty in life, it may come quietly when you forget it and have no hope.
When I got down to the stairwell door in the morning, I suddenly realized that it rained last night. The ground is wet, the sky is still sprinkled with thin raindrops, and there is some cool moisture on my face. The cool sky is mixed with the breath of spring.
The first gentle breeze and drizzle came quietly this spring. Maybe I didn't notice it when I slept last night.
One year is in spring; Ten thousand yuan to start again. People go out to breathe some air and enjoy the spring brought by nature. I walked along the usual morning route to the flood wall by the river, and the cool air came against my face.
In the cold winter, morning exercises have stopped for almost a month. I haven't been here long, and I'm a little strange to the ever-changing changes. Walking west along the wide Limin Road, I saw the riverbank that was just demolished in the second half of last year. Those shabby old houses have disappeared. According to the preliminary results of the second section of Binjiang Avenue, a rubble subgrade appeared in front of us.
I casually climbed the flood control wall and walked along the willows of different sizes planted on the river bank. Crystal clear water drops hung on the willow branches, and the tender branches gradually sprouted new buds. Two small petals, yellow and green, make people feel warm in the cold wind. There are branches hanging in the middle of the road, dangling.
It swaggered through the city, attracting the attention of passers-by and announcing the arrival of spring. Willow seems to whisper to people; I began to hibernate and woke up after a short rest, showing youthful vitality, and the buds began to turn blue quietly.
Green branches hung on their heads, and tiny velvet flowers braved the branches. The longer the willow branches grow, the greener they are. They are soft and continuous, graceful and high-spirited, rippling in the breeze, like the long hair of a girl who has just bathed, which makes vilen look particularly beautiful in spring. "Willow green hangs down, flowers stir the sky", and willow flutters in the spring breeze.
Willow branches rippled in the wind, caressing our faces gently, which made people laugh. Remind people of the arrival of early spring and February.
Enjoy the warm spring breeze and bring a fresh and refreshing whisper. Willow has unparalleled adaptability, and many fibrous roots are deeply rooted in the soil, extending in all directions and hugging the earth tightly.
It is not as tall and straight as pine trees, nor as tall and unyielding as poplar trees. Branches usually grow in two or three meters from the trunk. When catkins dance in the spring breeze and kiss the earth, after a "spring rain", they will give birth to buds and grow into young trees in a few years.
Smooth and soft branches hang like silk tapestries. Willow leaves are simple and alternate, and the leaves are long and narrow, but the width is suitable, which looks like a girl's slender eyebrows, just like "one petal is like her face, and one willow leaf is like her eyebrows".
More importantly, many fibrous roots are deeply rooted in the soil and extend in all directions. Slim willow branches and cotton wool, like the skirts played by beautiful young women who can sing and dance, are scattered in the arms of the vast Yuan Ye.
In spring, I can't help thinking of the willow trees by the pond in front of my hometown. The pond is surrounded by willows on three sides, while lying on the surface of the pond. Numerous hair roots are deeply rooted in the land next to the pond, while some bare hair roots are stretched out along the pond. At this time, from the trunk, there are green branches and willows, and 10 thousand green silk tapestries hang down, all hanging on the surface of the pond.
The breeze blew and swayed from side to side, and catkins hung on the branches, which amused the ducklings floating on the water. Ducks wander under willows, occasionally whispering and chatting with wickers. Ducks always stretch their necks and naturally open their flat mouths, full of saliva. If you want to eat yellow-green flowers with catkins in full bloom, ducks floating on the water will never get to their mouths.
Ducks fighting with each other are chirping and making noise. Have a plenty of sleep.
A duck was silent and thoughtful, while two ducks ducked and croaked about their feelings. Most of them still play leisurely and wholeheartedly with the company of Xiao Liu.
In early spring and February, the growth of slender willows is always so uniform, which reminds people of [Tang] He's "Singing Willow" and Jasper hangs down as a tapestry of countless strands of green silk. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
I stood on the flood wall for a long time, and in the light rain, they were tall again in the spring breeze; The weeping willows by the river are green and pretty, swaying in front of our eyes in the breeze on the river. Looking at the boats on the river, they are busy on the golden waterway, and a picture of early spring is presented to people. The scenery here is unique.
Such a dream blends the scene of spring. It also makes people look forward to a beautiful spring.
Call for the arrival of spring! I like spring, I like to see the thriving creatures around me, I like to listen to the murmur of the river and the singing of birds, and I like to smell the fragrance of various plants. In a blink of an eye, spring finally came back. Spring girl quietly came to the world, clothed the earth with green clothes, sprinkled drizzle and gently washed the earth.
When we came to the suburbs, flowers and trees everywhere grew tender leaves and buds, blossomed, and there were patches of tender grass on the ground. Swallows fly from the south and chirp in the sky, as if to say, "The scenery in spring is really beautiful!" " The air is fresh, and I like the spring here. "
Flying freely on the lake, occasionally touching the water with the tip of the tail, ripples everywhere. Small fish in the river play in the green waves, and a few bubbles pop up from time to time in their mouths, and ducklings swim happily on the water.
Many colorful butterflies stand on the beautiful flower heads, as if praising the beauty of flowers. Bright flowers attract many bees. They show their beautiful dances to the earth on colorful flowers. The flowers were intoxicated and danced gently.
A cool breeze blew gently, and I couldn't help stopping to savor the fragrance. Those yellow wickers were touched slightly.
7. Gu Quan's poems (200 words) live in villages.
Qinggaoding
Grasshoppers fly in February,
Brush willows on the embankment, get drunk and smoke in the spring.
The children came back early from school,
Use Dongfeng to fly a kite.
To annotate ...
(1) Village residence: Living in the country.
⑵ Brush willow: The branches of willow are very long, hanging down and swinging slightly, as if touching the bank.
(3) Drunk: intoxicated, intoxicated.
(4) expulsion from school: after school.
5. Paper kite: kite: eagle. Kite: A kite.
Notes on the title or background of a book.
The author of Village Residence is Gao Ding, a poet in Qing Dynasty. This poem describes the scene of spring when the poet lived in the country and the scene of children flying kites after school. In early spring and February, the grass grows and the willows brush the embankment, and the children fly kites with great interest. There is a scene where someone has something to do, full of life interest, and draws a lively "happy spring picture". Between the lines of the whole poem, the poet's joy and praise for the coming of spring are revealed.
Extension you want:
It's a sunny morning. Green land, warm sun, green willows and red flowers are spring scenery everywhere.
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep. On the eaves, a pair of birds are singing a beautiful Haruka, with a voice as clear as a silver bell.
In the room, Gao Ding, a poet who had just been immersed in a beautiful dream, was awakened by the singing of birds. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and found that it was already dawn. So Gao Ding immediately got dressed and got up. The moment he opened the door, he was completely intoxicated with the beautiful scenery of spring in front of him. He couldn't help but open his arms and close his eyes, breathing in the intoxicating breath of spring, as if he himself were in it. At this time, in the face of such a beautiful spring, Gao Ding immediately sprouted the idea of sketching.
After cleaning up, Gao Ding packed his bags and set off.
Along the way, birds sang with him and butterflies danced with him. The gentle wind blew on his face, and the fragrant flowers made him more interested. Come to a clearing not far from the river bank, Gao Ding stopped. "This is really a treasure house of painting!" While talking to himself excitedly, he happily took out his tools and devoted himself to painting the beautiful scenery in front of him.
Green grass flourishes in the sun; Crowds of orioles chase and play happily in the sky. The willows on the shore can't help swinging their soft branches and dancing with the rhythm of spring. At this time, a warm east wind blew, blowing laughter and a group of lively figures. It turns out that children learn early today, and everyone unanimously decided to fly kites in the east wind. "Fly a kite!" In the cheers of everyone, colorful kites flew into the blue sky. At the moment, children are like the spirits of spring, chasing and playing freely in the spring breeze. ...
Gao Ding looked at the beautiful scenery of harmonious coexistence between man and nature, and couldn't help but be poetic and wrote in the painting-
In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.
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8. What are the ancient poems describing spring (Meng Haoran)
In the spring morning, I woke up easily.
Birds are singing everywhere around me.
But now I remember that night, that storm,
How many fallen flowers are there?
Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" has long been widely circulated, and it is well known to women and children. Many people interpret the theme of this poem as "cherishing spring", but it is not entirely true. Recently, I have carefully read many pastoral poems of Meng Haoran, and have a new understanding of the poem "Spring Dawn".
"In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere. But now I remember that night, that storm, and I want to know how many flowers were broken. " Many people think that the focus of the poem lies in the last two sentences, that is, the main idea of the poem is to lament that spring is fleeting. However, combined with the poet's other poems, the poet's living conditions and historical background at that time, there is another taste in it. Although the first sentence "I woke up briskly this morning in spring" is too popular and makes people feel powerless, in fact, the key sentence is the first sentence, which has a unique sigh and experience for the poet in spring mood.
This sentence shows those who are sleepy in spring, that is, the carefree world of "elegant people" At that time, intellectuals were mostly officials in the DPRK, so they had to go to court early and could not sleep at all. And those hermits who despise the fame and fortune that the secular is keen on can also "sleep without knowing" in spring. They stand outside the splendor, detached from the secular, and integrated into the elegance and tranquility of nature, which is enviable. Meng Haoran's good friend Wang Wei's sixth poem "Pastoral Music" is very similar to this poem: "Peach blossoms are full of rain, willow green is full of spring smoke. The flowers fell and the children didn't sweep, and the guests in Ti Ying Mountain were still sleeping. " Sleep soundly in the spring morning after the rain, peach blossoms outside the window contain rain, and English is colorful; Indoor elegant people are carefree and intoxicated by the beautiful scenery of Yangchun-this is a typical China flavor, an elegant artistic conception and a carefree world for hermits. This carefree world is similar to what Tao Qian said, "You can see Nanshan leisurely under the hedge of picking chrysanthemums".
Meng Haoran was an idyllic poet and a recluse poet. He admired Tao Qian in the Six Dynasties and wrote many recluse poems such as Chunxiao. Among them, Li's admiration for Sleeping Garden is even more obvious: "I love the interest of Taoism, and gardens have no vulgar feelings. Spring thunder is full of flowers, and cold food is bright. " However, in history, Meng Haoran did not take the initiative to live in seclusion, but wandered around the rivers and lakes because he failed to be admitted to the official position and lived in Lumen Mountain. Legend has it that he traveled to Beijing at the age of forty and became good friends with Wang Wei and Zhang Jiuling. On one occasion, Wang Wei invited him into the palace to talk about poetry. He didn't want Tang Xuanzong to come suddenly. Wang Wei hid Meng Haoran under the bed and reported it to Tang Xuanzong. Xuanzong summoned Meng Haoran and ordered him to write a poem. Haoran wrote a poem entitled "Going to the South Mountain at the End of the Year" and "I slipped and was exiled by the Ming monarch". Xuanzong was very unhappy: "You didn't want to be an official, but I didn't abandon you. Why do you accuse me? " As a result, Haoran lost the last opportunity to ask for an official. Meng Haoran's heart is still full of anguish and chagrin for his failure to display his talents and get an official position. In addition to the poem "Going to Nanshan at the end of the year", the last four sentences in Lin Dongting are "It is better to be idle than to cross without a boat." Just as I am sitting here watching a fisherman casting, I feel like a squid. " Show it more incisively and vividly. Therefore, constrained by the feudal imperial system and imperial examination system at that time, it was also a helpless move for the poet Jing Ya to live in seclusion in the mountains and seek his soul outside the secular world.
9. I want poems and compositions about spring. Spring is green.
The footsteps of the cold winter gradually faded away, and we ushered in a warm spring.
The color of spring is light green and there are signs of light green everywhere. Campus, street, flowers and residential buildings are all fresh and tender green.
On campus, branches and grass have sprouted, which makes the whole campus shrouded in fresh green. We wear light spring clothes, shuttle through the fresh green, and study diligently. Our alert figure and the sound of books add some vitality to spring.
In the street, the warm light of the sun flooded the road. On the grass beside the road, the grass struggled to raise its head and rubbed its dim eyes, watching Miss Chun perform gorgeous magic. As soon as the magic fell on the tree, buds suddenly appeared among the withered branches, just like putting a thin coat on the tree.
Among the flowers, bees and butterflies have already started their work early. Golden winter jasmine, bright red azaleas and pink peach blossoms all have tender leaves and unfolded petals, which makes people feel full of spring. The whole flower cluster, bees and butterflies, flowers in full bloom, full of spring.
Although there are thick iron gates in residential buildings, they still can't stop the pervasive green in spring. The flowers and trees placed on the balconies of every household took off their yellow winter clothes and put on bright green spring clothes, standing in flowerpots vigorously.
People are also working hard in this recovery season, and there is a beautiful scene of prosperity everywhere.
I love spring, and I love the green of spring even more!
(I wrote it)