Write a composition with ancient poetry 200

1. Write a story with ancient poetry, 200 words. Listen to the poet's voice, "A river of no return, a romantic figure through the ages".

In the long river of history, ancient poems sparkled with golden light. In the long history, there are many cultural springs.

In the clear spring of culture, poets have written poems with their own talents, some of which are like mirrors, reflecting the aura of history; Some are like streams in spring, watering the flowers of the soul; Some, like the water of a big river, are magnificent. He resigned from the county magistrate, "don't worry about poverty, don't seek wealth", retired to the countryside instead of competing with the world, and reclaimed land in the south and returned to the garden.

He, with his head down, hoes chrysanthemums, raises his head to pick chrysanthemums to brew poetry wine, sings a song about wine, and can make thousands of words. The real meaning of this is that I want to tell what I have forgotten.

This is Tao Yuanming's voice, indifferent to fame and fortune, uncontested from the world, calling himself Mr. It is no wonder that the world envies May 6th and can spend that indifferent year. He, "Five Mountains travel far away to find mountains, according to my unchanging habit all my life", has experienced the Yellow River water that never goes back to the sea, and will also soar like a Dapeng bird in Wan Li.

When he is lonely, he will treat the moon as a friend, but drinking with the moon alone will miss my shadow and make us three people. When he misses his friend, he will "I will think of you on the floating clouds, so I will think of me in the sunset". Li Bai, who traveled all over the country and on both sides of the Yellow River, experienced serious setbacks in his career, but he did not give up his pursuit.

His unrestrained personality, busy life and galloping life are as heroic as the rivers and flowing water he wrote, "Three thousands of feet". She cut a plum in a slow voice ... slightly sad, "cold and clear, sad and sad."

Li Qingzhao, who suffered from war and family destruction, was in the incompetent Song Dynasty. Why doesn't she want a son to defend her country like Yue Fei? "I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong." The bitter water of life, dribs and drabs, how can you lose a sad word? Looking back at the long river of history, the voices of ancient poets and poets echoed in my ears.

"Today people don't know how to go to Gu Yue, but this month they are used to taking photos of the ancients." Although they didn't live in the same era, they left us precious spiritual food, which can never be eaten in life. Su Shi's When is the Bright Moon? Ask the sky for wine ... I hope people will live for a long time, and thousands of miles will last forever. Bai Juyi's narrative poem Pipa Trip is always a bright moon on an autumn night, but Li Yu's Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon is not.

Ah, the ancient poetry is really beautiful, "like a river flowing eastward." Ancient poetry is like running water, and * * * sighs that life is like this.

Listen, the murmuring sound, forever, forever.

This ancient poem was rewritten into a 200-word article entitled "South Village in Jingcheng".

On this day last year, in this door,

Peach blossoms set each other off in red.

People don't know where to go,

Peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.

The story of the direct writer is a good article!

Attach his story:

In the early years of Tang Dezong, Cui Hu failed to take the Chang 'an exam. On that day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, he went to the south of the city to play alone and met a young woman, which left a deep impression on him. In the second year of Tomb-Sweeping Day, it was the season of peach blossoms and green willows. When Cui Hu saw no flowers, he went to the south of the city to find the woman. As a result, the door was closed and Cui Hu was not disappointed, so he wrote this poem on the door and left his name: Boling Cui Hu.

A few days later, Cui Hu passed through the south of the city and found the yard, but she heard crying inside. He knocked at the door and asked, only to see an old man come out. I didn't know that the old man was the woman's father until I asked. The old man told Cui Hu that his daughter was ill for a long time and died after seeing the poem written on the door. Cui Hu was frightened and begged to see him. Cui Hu saw the woman lying in bed with her eyes closed and out of breath. Cui Hu couldn't help crying and shouted, "Cui Hu is here, Cui Hu is here." Unexpectedly, the woman opened her eyes. It soon recovered. But the old man loved Cui Hu more and more, so he married his daughter. Later, in 796 AD, Cui Hu was admitted to Jinshi. This peach blossom actually made the marriage of a pair of talented people and beautiful women. Left a story for future generations.

3. How to write a 200-word composition with ancient poems from/kloc-0 to grade 3? Regardless of life and death gains and losses, there is no need for sadness, regret and persistence. Only in this way can we stay away from the noise of the world of mortals and seek peace of mind.

Schopenhauer said: "The more you want it, the more painful it is";

Zheng Banqiao said that life is "hard to be confused".

The flowers are graceful in the fog and the moon is hazy in the water.

Life is a trip to let go! We need to let go of greed and complexity when we are young; When people reach middle age, they need to put aside fame and fortune and struggle; When we get old, we need to let go of regrets and glitz. Everything will end with the wind, like crystal red dust.

Learn to let go and live in the present!

Like Zhuangzi, you can travel around the world when you are full!

Life is like a flower that never fades!

4. Write a poem of about 200 words on the topic of "If": If I have wings, I would like to spread my wings and fly; Fly over Qian Shan to your side. If I had wings, I would hover above you. See how you shape your characters and appreciate your heroes. 3. If I have wings, I would like to bring your email, greetings from fans and yearning for you. If I had wings, I would go to every activity site of yours. Watching you answer questions with a smile and listening to you sing at the top of your voice. If I have wings, I want to spread your message all over the world; Tell others how honest you are and describe in detail how sunny you are. 6. If I have wings, I would like to pass on your love to those in need; Send care and warmth to the blind and deaf, so that the lonely hearts are no longer desolate. 7. If I have wings, I'd like to travel in circles, deliver what I need and share my happiness with you. 8. If I had wings, I would wait by your side day and night; Give you a fan to cool down in summer and a warm dress in winter. If I had wings, I would jingle with the sleigh and send Christmas presents to bring happiness and auspiciousness. If I have wings, I want to sing with you. Wait patiently for the next second, and the mixed voice enters the Songhua River. If I have wings ... if I have wings ... if that ice is broken, there is nothing pure in the world. Those who love it have dreamed for half their lives, while those who don't love it have lost the joy of beauty. Although they are excited, they can't correct their expressions into any smiles, because there will never be purity in the world. If the ice melts and suddenly melts under the sudden and vicious sunlight, the slightly beating water drops will be exhausted. Struggle with strength is still beautiful. It is like a small lake with eyes in a hotbed of death. Sooner or later, an inexhaustible soul will reflect the blue sky and white clouds. If the ice is intact, it will be moved away from home at some time, carefully carved or turned into a graceful girl with flowers, or a round angel or palace dancing with wings spread, or a coral or shrub-no matter how wonderful it is, no matter how many people praise it-it will be beautiful in the future.

5. Remember three ancient poems in Jiangnan, rewrite the composition of 200 to 300 words, and have a cool night. I looked into the distance in an alley in Luoyang city. In Luoyang city, you can't see the green orchid water like Jiangnan, and only in Jiangnan can you see such a river and such water. At this point, he raised his head and began to recall the past in Jiangnan.

In spring, whenever the sun rises. There are several bamboo raft boats crossing the river and sliding slowly. The river is calm, the water is green and the sky is blue, which can be said to be a connection between water and the sky.

The riverside can be said to be a paradise for flowers. The delicate peach blossom is actually open, and it is pink from a distance. Wild flowers are not to be outdone. Red, yellow, blue and white decorate grass into beautiful cloth. The weeping willows by the river have long green hair. Looking around, they are green, vibrant and picturesque.

Swallows in the south also came back, chirping and singing, as if to shout to people: "Spring is coming, spring is coming."

Jiangnan makes me linger. Can I forget Jiangnan?

6. Write a composition of more than 200 words, write autumn wind, and use ancient poems and rhetorical devices. "Thousands of trees bloom in the east wind night, and stars are like rain": clusters of fireworks fly into the sky and then disperse like stars and rain. From the very beginning, people were brought into the festival carnival of "Fire Tree and Silver Flower". Dongfeng Night is like a strong wind in spring, which blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees in Cen Can.

"BMW is full of incense": dignitaries also take their families out to see the lights. The "fish dragon dance" in the following sentence constitutes a scene of universal celebration.

"Feng Xiao moves, the jade pot lights, and the fish dances all night": "Feng Xiao" is a musical instrument, which refers to music in general; "Jade pot" indicates the month; "ichthyosaur" is in the shape of a lantern. Under the moonlight, people immersed in the festival sang and danced all night.

Xia Kun is still writing about the happiness of Yuanxiao, while Shang Kun is writing about the whole scene. Xia Kun wrote about a specific person. Through his ups and downs, his personal happiness naturally blended into the happiness of the festival.

"Moths, children, snow, willows, golden wisps, laughter and delicate fragrance go far away": this sentence is about the woman who looks at the lights during the Lantern Festival. They are wearing beautiful clothes and ornaments, and they are running forward happily. Wherever they go, the faint fragrance wafts with the wind. "Snow Willow" is a kind of headdress similar to Hosta.

Looking for her in the crowd: (this person) identifies many passing women one by one (but none of them are the right person he is waiting for).

"Suddenly looking back, the man was in the dim light": I looked back and found my sweetheart standing in the dark.

"The lights are dim" should not be interpreted as "the beautiful night will eventually pass away". Although "the lights are dim" means that the fireworks falling from the sky have been extinguished when they are close to the ground, even if there is brilliance on their heads, the place where they stand is dark.

At the same time, there is a saying that people standing in dim light are their own portrayal. From the historical background, he was not valued at that time, and Wen Tao's military talents could not be put to good use. He has a very melancholy feeling in his heart and can only admire himself from the side. Just like people standing outside the lively atmosphere, it gives people a feeling of being lofty and unconventional, which embodies the wind of aristocratic scholars who refuse to go with the flow after being left out.