New creation of ancient poetry

1. A new version of Wang Lun's ancient poem, 300-word composition Li Bai lived in Wang Lun's house for a few days and suddenly received the news that his mother was critically ill.

Li Bai was in such a hurry that he cleaned up for a while in the morning and left without saying goodbye. Li Bai hurried to Taohuatan.

It's spring and peach blossoms are in full bloom. Looking from a distance, pink peach blossoms with green leaves have a unique flavor, but Li Bai forgot to enjoy the scenery and ran to the Taohuatan. Panting, he said to the ferryman, "Let's set sail quickly … Let's … hurry up!" " Suddenly, there was a sound of singing while tapping the ground with your feet on the shore.

Li Bai looked intently, and it turned out to be Wang Lun! Li Bai shouted, "Brother Wang Lun!" Wang Lun also shouted at him, "Brother Li Bai, why are you in such a hurry?" "My mother was dying, can't inform my brother. Sorry! " "Oh, what's wrong between brothers? You are also excusable! " Two tears poured out uncontrollably. Think of Wang Lun so good to yourself, but left without saying goodbye. I thought Wang Lun would blame himself. He comforted himself in turn and felt ashamed, thinking: Even if the peach blossom pool is deep in thousands of feet, it can't compare with Wang Lun's friendship for me! Therefore, Li Bai was full of poetry and sang loudly: "Li Bai was about to go boating when he heard singing on the shore." Peach Blossom Pond is deeper in thousands of feet than in Wang Lun. "

Wang Lun was also very moved and collected this poem by Li Bai. Become a famous sentence through the ages.

They broke up. Wang Lun watched Li Bai's boat until it disappeared from his sight.

2. Ancient poetry writing composition bamboo rhyme

Next to the clear mountain stream, there are lush bamboos. Drinking tea in that bamboo forest is really unique.

Today is the spring, the bamboo forest is full of manners, and the birds are singing.

That beautiful and euphemistic singing is even more wonderful.

Inadvertently, there was a faint sound of guzheng from the depths of the forest, floating around.

The notes are refreshing, as if telling the story of spring.

As soon as I heard it, it was difficult to find people in the dense bamboo forest, and there was a spring breeze.

When the wind blows, the leaves in the forest fall in succession.

I put down my teacup gently and listened to the Moon played by people I didn't know.

High ",lost in thought. ...

I closed my eyes quietly, feeling the breath of spring, and gradually forgot the sadness in my mind.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a veil of mist and a row.

Rows of bamboo and drizzling spring rain.

I picked up the teacup and tasted the fragrant jasmine tea.

My mind is empty, quietly listening to the melodious sound of the Zheng. ...

I don't know when the flute sounded faintly in the distance. Interwoven together, like a symphony specially prepared for spring.

Soon, the rhythm of various musical instruments sounded around, birds jumped around on bamboo branches, bamboo swayed in the spring breeze in Hexi, and the whole bamboo forest became more lively and full of vitality.

The fog is getting thicker and thicker, and the scenery in front of us is blurred, but the rhyme is still there.

Clearly audible.

I, completely lost in desire. ...

It's getting light. The bright sunshine in the morning penetrated through the bamboo forest and the clouds gradually dispersed.

The surrounding scenery gradually became clear.

The bamboo forest is quiet again …

At that time, I felt that ancient poetry was not as good as nursery rhymes. If you can leave a little good impression in your memory, maybe it's time to go to kindergarten. Once, while listening to the teacher reading "Goose, Goose, Goose, Think of Xiang Tiange ...", I learned to swim like a goose, which made the children laugh. I found ancient poetry interesting at that time.

Now that I'm in primary school, I'm listening to the teacher say, "Will the bright thread at the foot of my bed be frosted?" And "Being in a foreign land, I miss my relatives more often during the festive season" … So I met many famous poets such as Li Bai, Lu You and Wang Anshi. Now, I have learned many ancient poems. I marvel at the art of controlling ancient poetry. "This river is red at sunrise and blue and green in spring." Bai Juyi showed me a beautiful picture of Jiangnan with simple words. I admire the noble sentiments of the ancients more. I once read that "I know everything is empty when I die, but I see Kyushu's sorrow", and I was moved to tears by Lu You's patriotic enthusiasm. Yes, ancient poetry exudes infinite charm, which makes me wander and be obsessed with it!

Ancient poetry not only enriched my knowledge, but also added a lot of fun to my naive childhood!

He chanted willow with ancient poems.

Jasper dressed up as a tree,

Ten thousand green silk tapestries hang down.

I don't know who cut off the thin leaves,

The spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Su Shi-Rain after Chu Qing on the Lake

The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy.

If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate.

Yuan Zhen-chrysanthemum

The bushes in autumn are like Taoist priests,

It leans around the fence.

Not that chrysanthemums are more popular among flowers,

This flower is even more flowerless

Wang Anshi-Meihua

There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone.

I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.

It is best to write a 300-word composition around an ancient poem. I have written before, that is: from a distance, the side of the mountain becomes a peak, and the distance is different.

Now there is a craze for learning ancient poems in schools. However, some students only pay attention to the number of ancient poems memorized, but they don't know much about them, and even have many wrong words. I use it; Fifth, reading and learning poetry; The effect is very good. Let me tell you how I taught Wang Anshi's Yuan Ri by myself.

I teach myself ancient poetry, five steps. The first step is to read the whole poem. When reading, I encounter new words; Hey; It is good to learn. Second, read carefully. I find out the key words I don't understand in every sentence, such as; Tu Su, cloudy day, new peach, old symbol; Wait, read the notes or find out what they mean. The third step is translation and reading. When reading, say the meaning of each line of poetry. The fourth step is to read through. Connect the meaning of each poem and tell the meaning of the whole poem. The fifth step is reading. Look at the brief analysis, understand the background of the author writing this poem, imagine the scenery described in the author's poem when reading, and then think about what thoughts and feelings the poem expresses. January Day reminds me of Wang Anshi's political reform seen in extracurricular books. It turned out that he wrote this poem to reflect his old ideas. Finally, I memorized the whole poem.

Never swallow ancient poems by yourself. If you don't ask for answers, you will learn by rote and get too little.

6. Write a composition with ancient poems and rewrite the Yellow Crane Tower to send Meng Haoran fireworks. In March, Meng Xiong and I rode to the Yellow Crane Tower, where we often go.

Today is the day when Brother Meng will go to West Yangzhou. I have prepared farewell wine and snacks for Brother Meng. Meng Xiong and I boarded the Yellow Crane Tower and sat at a table by the window, drinking wine and eating our snacks.

At this time, the breeze was blowing gently, blowing Meng Xiong's clothes and mine. (The author has a rich imagination. From this detail, we feel the feeling of spring and endow the article with dynamic beauty. Brother Meng and I put down our glasses, went to the window and looked at the ocean of fireworks outside. The river is sparkling and flocks of birds are flying freely in the blue sky.

(from the previous narrative to the description of the scenery, naturally. ) In such picturesque scenery, Meng Xiong and I had a great interest in poetry, and we drank good poems one after another.

When we were happy, we began to talk about our worries, ambitions and ideals. After a long talk, it's getting late and Brother Meng is leaving.

Brother Meng and I can only drink one last glass of wine. I stood up with a hip flask in one hand and a glass in the other. I slowly filled Meng Xiong with wine and poured myself another. Meng Xiong and I picked up the glass together. The description of the scene makes the reader feel immersive. Brother Meng said, "Hey! All good things must come to an end. Let's say goodbye today. I don't know when to meet again. Come on! Let's have a drink. "

Say that finish, we drink off. At this time, Brother Meng packed his luggage and said, "Dear brothers, I'm leaving."

"I'll give you another ride!" I said. Say that finish, Meng Xiong and I went downstairs together.

This sentence is not in harmony with the artistic conception of the article, so the first sentence below can indicate the destination. ) We walked hand in hand on the tree-lined path, and the scenery on the road was really beautiful, so full of spring scenery.

The green grass is dotted with wild flowers, and the trees on the roadside are sprouting and turning green. The wind is blowing, the river is sparkling, and a free bird is chasing behind us, singing with its euphemistic song, as if singing a farewell song for Meng Xiong. In such a vibrant scenery, we have no intention of enjoying it.

We were silent all the way. The beautiful scenery creates a deep sadness of parting.

With a stroke of a pen, the sadness of parting was subtly highlighted. ) came to the river, the ship has arrived, Meng Xiong was about to board, I grabbed Meng Xiong, (too suddenly, Li Bai and Meng Haoran were quite natural and unrestrained about this separation.

There will be no such dramatic performance! ) said: "I don't know when I can meet again. I wish you a pleasant journey and peace. "

Brother Meng said gratefully, "We will definitely meet again." Brother Meng got on the boat and stood at the bow. Our eyes met. He took my hand and said, "Goodbye!" The boatman paddled and the boat paddled slowly forward.

Meng Xiong stood at the bow and waved to me all the time. I waved and silently blessed Meng Xiong. The ship left and disappeared on the horizon where the water meets the sky, only the shadow of the ship could be seen.

Nearby, I saw the waves beating layer by layer and rushing to the shore. The shadow of the fish is reflected in the water; In the distance, the river is shining and rolling forward.

I have been standing by the river and never left. Watching, I sang a poem: An old friend said goodbye to the West Yellow Crane Tower, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.

My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.

7. Write an article about ancient poetry. Gushan Temple is located in the north of Jiating West. At the beginning, the water level was low.

Several early warblers compete for warm trees, and their new swallows peck at the soil in spring.

Flowers are more and more attractive, and shallow grass can be without horseshoes.

I love the eastbound journey of the lake and the white sand embankment under the shadow of Populus davidiana.

This is where Bai Juyi is famous. If you read it carefully, you will find that there is a word difference and there are good stories circulating.

On one occasion, Bai Juyi came home drunk from Gushan Temple and wandered around the Bai Causeway. The dikes on both sides of the river are as bright as mirrors, the white clouds on their backs want to kiss the lake smoke, and Yingying Yan is vying for the spring willow to sweep the floor, so they can't help but be full of poetry and excited to sing.

While Bai Juyi was enjoying his poems, he suddenly saw an old woman hobbling along the Bai Causeway with a cane. Bai Juyi went up to the old woman and said, "I just made a poem and read it to you, ok?" So she recited it again. The old woman listened and said, "This poem is good! It's just that you're not the only one who likes Baishadi. We all love it. You might as well change the word "I" to the most word, which will sing the voices of many people. " Bai Juyi was overjoyed and repeatedly said, "It's easy to change, it's easy to change."

8. Write a composition with ancient poetry, and rewrite the composition with ancient poetry in the fourth grade.

It was a summer evening, the fiery red sun had been hidden behind the mountain, the rosy clouds had dyed the sky red, and the fishermen shook their boats and called it a day.

At this time, a clear and crisp song came from the depths of the forest. How loud it is! I saw a shepherd boy riding an old cow. You see, he is wearing a golden hat, with big black eyes flashing, and his round little face is full of bright smiles. He sat on the cow's back, his little feet were shaking happily, and he looked so lively and lovely. The old cow quietly called "Cleisthenes", as if praising the beautiful singing of the shepherd boy!

When a crisp cicada came from a nearby willow, the shepherd boy was singing happily. Cicada interrupted the beautiful and loud singing of the shepherd boy. He stopped singing and listened carefully.

The shepherd boy's desire to catch cicadas arises spontaneously. He patted the cow and pointed to the cicada in the tree. The bull got the message and approached the cicada carefully and slowly.

Near, near, only one step away from cicada. However, the cicada has not yet felt the danger coming, and still shows its wonderful voice "cicada knows cicada". The shepherd boy stood up slowly from the cow's back and approached the cicada gently with his hand. At that moment, the shepherd boy's hands folded forward, and the cicada creaked and became the shepherd boy's bag.

The shepherd boy jumped down from the cow's back with a swish, revealing a cracked hand, and said with a smile, "Ha ha ha, who let you compete with me in singing?" Now is a disaster! " At this time, cicada, how can you just give up? It kept screaming and struggling in the hands of the shepherd boy, but even so, it didn't help.

The shepherd boy smiled. He jumped on the cow's back and set foot on his way home.

This scene was seen by Yuan Mei, a great poet who went out for a walk. Looking at the scene before him, he couldn't help but poetic, freely chanting:

The shepherd boy rode an ox,

This song shook Lin Yue.

Trying to catch cicadas,

Shut up suddenly.

9. How to rewrite an ancient poem into an article? You can help me think about the quatrains of ancient poetry. Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets soar into the sky.

My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships heading east. Grandpa Dong leaves slowly, and Miss Chun comes to us with a smile.

Willow gives off green buds, and the little buds look at this wonderful world with curious eyes. The poet can't sit still in the room any longer. He looked out of the window and saw two lovely orioles standing on the tree, singing touching songs, and he was very happy for the arrival of Miss Chun.

A row of white-feathered egrets, neatly arranged, spread their big white wings and flashed vigorously, flying to the blue sky, white clouds and hometown. Through the window, you can see that the opposite Xiling Mountain is covered with a thousand-year-old snow, as if to put a silver shirt on the peak.

The scenery is like a Chinese painting embedded in a window frame. It's really spectacular and beautiful. The poet pushed open the door, and on the pier in front of the door, all kinds of Wan Li ships from Soochow, large and small, were parked.

These ships carry goods and give them away. People enjoy the picturesque scenery by boat. Everything looks so comfortable and peaceful.

Shepherd boy (rewriting ancient poems) Look! At first glance, the ground seems to be covered with a piece of green grass! When the wind blows gently, the sound of "rustling sand" spreads everywhere. Listen! The shepherd boy is playing the flute again, and the cheerful tone teases the evening breeze and whispers slowly in his ear.

In the morning, when the sun was half exposed, the shepherd boy took a flute and went up the mountain to herd cattle. He sat on the cow's back, playing the flute and humming a tune. Running happily on the grass, unrestrained, without any troubles.

Until I was tired of playing, I lay on the grass and looked at the white clouds and birds in the sky, with a smile floating around my mouth. After dinner, the sun has set and the bright moon has climbed up.

The shepherd boy came to the haystack with a flute in his hand, with cheerful steps 62616964757a68696416fe59e7ad94313332363334, and lay down without taking off his hemp fiber, listening to unknown bugs singing beautifully in the grass. Listen to that cheerful tune blowing again, how beautiful it is! Hey! Why did you stop? Oh ... It turns out that the shepherd boy closed his eyes and fell asleep.