The composition of ancient poetry is 300 words.

300 words 1 The sun climbed up from the back hill with a smile, lazily put on red clothes and sunglasses, and began to work.

The great poet Du Mu put on his robe, came to the calendar and tore off one. The calendar printed with April 3 falls down, just like a girl dancing, and like a person who wants to stay away from home looking back. Full of nostalgia. "Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day!" The great poet Du Mu sighed.

Suddenly, when he heard thunder, Du Mu looked out of the window. The weather really looks like a child's face. It changes when you say it. Just now the sky was clear in Wan Li, but now it is overcast. I can't help but blurt out: "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival."

But after all, it's raining, and we still have to worship our ancestors! So Du Mu put on his boots and went to the ancestral temple with an umbrella.

On the road, trees, flowers, tender grass, stones, weeping willows and dark clouds are all lifeless, adding desolation and sadness. Some pedestrians on the road are listless, some are sad and some are sighing. In short, as bleak as a broken soul. Seeing this scene, Du Zuoshi wrote a poem "Pedestrians on the road want to break their souls".

Du Mu was too sad to say a thousand words. Suddenly I thought: Yes! I will drown my sorrows in wine. So I asked a cowherd who was herding cattle, "Where is Xinghua Village?" The shepherd boy pointed to the apricot blossom village in the distance, which was pink. I blurted out, "Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy refers to Xinghua Village. "

Together, it became a household name in modern Qingming poetry. And spread for thousands of years for us to enjoy and sing.

Once upon a time, a great poet lived in a small mountain village. His name is (He Zhangzhi). He hopes to be a scholar. Suddenly one day, at the age of 37, he was finally admitted to a scholar. He left Zhangzhi with his luggage, and year after year passed.

One day, He Zhangzhi got up early and went to the mirror. He looked at it and said, "Although my hometown accent hasn't changed, my hair has turned white. He decided to return to his hometown. He Zhangzhi took his luggage and came to the carriage house. The carriage travels day and night. Finally, one day, when he arrived at the village, he looked at it and was speechless with joy. He Zhangzhi looked at the distant mountains and the green grass on the ground. The river on the mountain is flowing happily, and lovely calves and white lambs are grazing on the grass. At this time, He Zhangzhi found some chubby children playing at the entrance of the village and came to them. The children saw it and asked curiously, who are you, where are you from, and what can I do for you in our village?

Hearing this, I felt a little sad and thought, it seems that I have really been away from home for too long. Unconsciously, He Zhangzhi returned home, picked up a pen and wrote a poem.

Return young

(Tang) He

Young people leave home and old people return.

The local accent has not changed.

The children don't know each other,

Smile and ask the guest where he is from. In this way, this song has been flowing out until now.

I copied ten ancient poems and took them to the balcony to recite.

When I came to the balcony, I began to read the ancient poem aloud: "The moon is shining high, the geese are flying high ..." As I read it, my voice gradually faded. If only I had a super memory!

At this moment, I heard the sound of opening the door. When I turned around, my aunt had come in. She asked me, "Have you memorized all these ten poems?" I thought about it and said, "Almost. I should be able to recite it. " "Well, come out and give it to me in the living room." Aunt said and went out.

I stood nervously in front of menstruation and began to recite ancient poems. However, when I recited the last song, I was tongue-tied and couldn't recite it. Shit! How could you forget? I am really unlucky.

I have to read aloud in my notebook again. I read it carefully several times and thought: I won't forget it again!

I stood in front of my aunt confidently and recited ten poems fluently. Aunt praised me happily.

I think: don't be too hasty in doing anything in the future, have confidence and don't be afraid.

300-word Ancient Poetry Composition 4 Could there be frost on the bright line at the foot of my bed? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night

In the autumn of the first half of Mount Emei, the Pingqiang River reflected. Li Bai's "Emei Mountain Moon Song"

Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning breeze and the waning moon. Liu Yong's Lin Yuling

People's spirits are bright when they are happy, especially from January to Mid-Autumn Festival. Feng Menglong's Awakening the World

I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight. Wang Jian's "Fifteen Nights Looking at the Moon"

Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. Li Bai's Drinking the Bright Moon Alone

The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world. Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the Moon and Thinking about the Distance"

When did the moon begin to appear? Ask heaven for wine. Su Shi's "Water Tune"

Extended Reading of Ancient Poems Appreciating the Moon —— Notes in Poetry Writing

Writing skills generally include expression, rhetoric and expression:

1 ... emoticon:

Narration, description, discussion and lyrical explanation

2. Rhetoric

Metaphor is the rise of metonymic hyperbole antithesis rhetorical question.

3. Expression skills

Rendering symbols with classic associative imagination, combining virtual reality with dynamic and static contrast, and comparing intentions, it depicts the artistic conception of expressing one's mind directly, expressing one's feelings and expressing one's will with objects.

Ancient Poetry Composition 300 Words 5 Liangzhou Poetry (Tang) Wang Zhihuan

The Yellow River is getting farther and farther away, because it flows in the middle of the Yellow River, and Yumenguan is located on a lonely mountain.

Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing!

We learned this ancient poem last Friday, and today the teacher inadvertently asked us to recite it. I was shocked. ...

As soon as the teacher asked, the students scrambled to open the Chinese book and recite it. Although I know it by heart at home, I am still very scared. Let's see how many are left before it's my turn: "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, ... too many, not afraid."

"ah! It was almost me in the blink of an eye. " I began to panic ... It was my turn, and I stood up unhurriedly: "Liangzhou Temple, the ring of the Wang Tang, the Yellow River is far above the white clouds, an isolated city ..." My heart was dying. "Spring breeze is not enough." Finally, I sat down immediately, and the big stone in my heart fell down.

In my observation, Wang Junshu made me feel very admired. I've seen many people standing before. They all stand up against the table and pull their skirts or tables. But as soon as he stood up, he straightened up and skillfully put his hand behind his back, showing no panic. ...

From a poem, I saw the confidence and courage of many people. It also exercised me.