After waking up from a dream, I was terrified and full of sadness, which made people feel scared. For me, it is harder to let go and forget than watching the tide. But I will never go back to that time. What an unforgettable, unforgettable, unforgettable past life! How can we know today's desolation? I will never wake up in my dream.
. "Jiuquan Zi" rewrites the second dream, only to find that the whole body has been soaked with sweat. Looking back, I still feel that my heart is surging and my soul is stirring.
This is a rare picture of the river, and thousands of people are waiting for it, waiting for the river to surge.
Before long, it finally came! Wrapped in a thunderous noise, the river surged in, and the sea seemed to dump all the water here. What is even more amazing is that there are several vigorous and playful warriors standing on the waves. They drift with the tide, but the red flag in their hands will never get wet. How thrilling it is! There was a sea of people on the shore, and everyone rushed to watch the river tide. It seems to me that there is a silver line where the water meets the sky. The closer you get, the thicker you get, until it looks like a high wall, as if pouring out of the blue sky, which makes people puzzled.
The tide rolled and roared, as if golden drums were ringing on all sides. "Boom, boom, boom!" The sound is deafening, echoing in the sky, and the momentum is extremely magnificent.
At this time, I saw the frolicters holding the red flag, shuttling through the water, the snow-white waves hitting their dark and shiny skin, and their vigorous bodies fighting fiercely with the surging waves. The scene was thrilling. The bay is like a water wall, coming in and out.
"Wow", another wave.
The third adaptation of Jiuquanzi I often recall the spring tide in Qiantang River and can't forget the grand occasion of watching the tide. At that time, the crowd was dense, and the eyes were full of gorgeous costumes. Cars and horses blocked the road! People are rushing forward, I'm afraid I can't see them! A lady also held the child on her shoulder and let the child enjoy it. "come on! The tide is coming! " Only one person exclaimed.
Suddenly, people were buzzing, as if the water in the East China Sea had been swept up and gone back, with a huge momentum. The sound was like a thousand heavy drums, suddenly rolling in the crowd.
Look at the surfer, standing by the bridge, as if walking on the ground, his flag tossed and turned in the tide, but didn't get wet. This situation came into my dream.
When I woke up from my dream, my heart was pounding and people felt cold in horror. Rewriting Jiuquan Zisi Although I am now over half a year old and my hair and teeth are almost gone, I can still think and recall.
Especially the tide-watching event, I still remember it vividly. I remember.
When I got there that morning, the open space around the river bank was completely occupied by tourists. My friend told me that in addition to watching the tide today, there are also performances by frolicters, which are particularly attractive.
This is why so many people are here today. The tide is really fast and tight, and the unique natural environment has created a stage for it to fully display itself.
Boom! Boom! Wave after wave, wave after wave, has the potential to devour the universe and shake the sun. I am immersed in this magnificent landscape and can't extricate myself.
Suddenly, drums from all directions pulled me back from my thoughts. "Look! Bohr's performance began. "
The friend shouted happily. I looked down and saw a dozen colorful fish, no, a dozen people holding embroidered flags, their hair hanging freely and their bodies painted with literary colors, swimming desperately.
Their faces are tight, but every time they meet the flood peak and waves, they can always escape easily. Because they can't get a drop of water on their flag, they must be extra careful.
I think; No wonder they were mistaken for fish just now. They are lighter and more clever than fish! It has been many years since this incident, but whenever I recall this incident, I still admire the swift tide and the wonderful performance of the frolicters. Even if I dream, I will be excited about the early arrival of dawn! Jiuquanzi's fifth adaptation is another year of watching the tide. I still remember that year, at this time, I came to Hangzhou alone and watched the magnificent tidal beauty of Qiantang River with thousands of people! The crowded crowd, the rising river tide and the red ribbon danced by skilled frolicters danced in front of my eyes. The closer they jump, the closer they jump. Slowly, I seem to see the tide that I can't forget.
The tide is stirring, and the sound is getting louder and louder, as if calling all people to watch its spectacular cocoon breaking into a butterfly! Hangzhou is a noisy city. The long-awaited people have arrived in Bian Jiang as quickly as possible.
2. Rewrite the composition of ancient poetry. The ebb and flow of poetry is boundless.
Poets are crazy in troubled times, and talents come out in prosperous times. After the crazy trampling of Mongolian soldiers; Suffered from the cruel slavery of Qing Land Rover; The remains were bombarded by Eight-Nation Alliance's artillery; Endure the burning, killing and looting of Japanese robbers ... for decades, hundreds of years.
Today, in the land of China, a strong vitality finally broke out, which inspired something that shocked the hearts of all Chinese people in the world-this is "Three Hundred Poems"! After reading "Three Hundred Poems", I feel quite stirring. There are thunder, horns, roars and dragons in the book. Like stormy waves, it is magnificent and lifts the sky and the ground.
A big wave, powerful and invincible. Every word falls to the ground with a deafening sound.
Naturally, it reveals the heroism, boldness, optimism and broadmindedness of the seekers who look to the Wan Li world, look to the infinite future, read the eternal romance and monopolize the eternal chic. Awesome! Three hundred poems.
After reading you, we can touch the poet's moral integrity! Be strong! Three hundred poems. After reading you, we can breathe the poet's integrity! -Sun's poems are long and enduring.
Finish what you started. -"Zhouyi" and "Poetry 300" are really written, really written.
It's amazing that people can't help being regarded as bosom friends. It is not so much a prelude to the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation as an important symbol of the prosperity of the people of China.
Every word of her is an eruption of the author's strong feelings. She is not only the author's knowledge development from now on, but also the bitter crystallization of blood and tears as a civilian; A true portrayal of a soldier's life and death; The generous monologue of spirit and flesh as a scholar; As a wanderer, the emotional sublimation of love and hate.
She knocked on the door of the century, played the rhythm of the times and sang a beautiful life. The voice of a group soul is the most appropriate expression, and the mental outlook of a generation is the most direct reflection.
I never forget my previous life, but I am a teacher of future generations. Reading 300 poems can remind people of an unforgettable time.
For the postscript-reprinted by huzhuang, the poetic style is meaningful and brilliant in Chinese civilization.
Rich and beautiful things, outstanding people. The reprinting of 300 poems once again proves to the world that China has a long history of charm, and its ancient civilization is profound and energetic, which has realized the dreams of many people and teenagers.
Finally, inherit the excellent tradition, carry forward the lofty spirit and respect the great personality. In short, it is the general trend, the will of the people, and the will of the people.
Through "Three Hundred Poems", we can realize the hardship of "the road is long, Xiu Yuan is Xi, Xiu Yuan is Xi, and I will go up and down to seek"; Feel the courage of "I am determined to go forward, the more frustrated I am, the more persistent I am"; Appreciate the * * of "Confident life for 200 years, you will hit the water for three thousand miles". "Three Hundred Poems" is rich in connotation, simple and fluent; Simple explanation, thick accumulation and thin hair; Easy to learn, remember and memorize.
I have produced great cohesion and centripetal force, and I have strengthened my self-esteem and self-confidence. Today, when we read her again, we can not only enjoy and marvel at her atmosphere, but also find back that long-lost pride and comfort, whose historical and practical significance is unpredictable and immeasurable forever.
-Li Zhenggang's Poetry Forum: The enchanting poetic gesture is too outrageous and unusual. Too carefree and detached.
Too devoted, too excellent, too beautiful, too prosperous. How happy it is to be able to release yourself so freely? The era of poets' life is bound to be an era of advocating humanity and dignity; The poet's living space must also be a space that advocates relaxation and freedom.
The history of China was created by the people, and so were China's poems, including Three Hundred Poems. She was never interested in or even dismissive of the king's orders.
It is said that the highest performer of the Qin Dynasty poetry spectrum was his grandson Gan Long, who wrote more than 10,000 official poems. However, such "precious" things have long been eaten by ordinary people and whole grains. Isn't it a pity? "Three Hundred Poems" said what he wanted to say, wrote the poems he wanted to write and made the words he wanted to write. It doesn't mean to be unconventional, just let nature take its course. Whether you release or vent, you express your feelings in your own way. Why not? (Cedar) There are many good poems. "Three Hundred Poems" is the accumulation of wasted years; It is the precipitation of rich history; It is the condensation of colorful life; It is the essence of heaven and earth.
You can't peek at the door unless you are wise, and you can't look back if you are not kind. (Wang Huaijun) The poetic heart will always be in your charm, and we will get eternity; In your sacred law, we have perfection.
Your "Chun Xue" has high and low; "Dimfragrance, Thin Shadow" is sung lightly; "Sun, Moon, Stars and Morning" complement each other; Wind, frost, rain and snow are full of affection; Lan Mei Zhu Ju satirizes the world and the vulgar; Poetry, words, songs and poems are full of spirit ... which have left an indelible impression on our hearts. (Xu Xiaodong) Broaden the Field of Poetry "Three Hundred Poems" will always be blue sky, earth and mountains and seas in people's minds.
Because you are as broad-minded as the blue sky; Be as inclusive as the earth; As tough as a mountain; Absorb hundreds of rivers like the sea. (Zhai) The realm of poetry is high. If "Three Hundred Poems" is compared to the sea, then the poems of other schools are a layer of mist on the sea level, although the mist has a charming charm and dreamlike artistic conception.
But the sea has its own surging, vast, deep, boundless and all-encompassing spectacular. The famous sentence "Three Hundred Poems" is not only a high generalization of a masterpiece, but also an accurate simplification of a prosperous classic.
Behind almost every poem, there was once an earth-shattering and weeping legend. She told people without doubt that the era of "evil slaves barking at Yao and Shun, and everyone sighing at talented people in unison" is gone forever! (Wei Kunlun) Shi Luyao's "Man Jiang Hong" became a household name overnight; Plum has been circulated for many years; "Fishing and ploughing" goes over mountains and mountains, spreading like wildfire; "Poetry, emotion, painting and meaning" crossed the ocean and disappeared; .
3. The requirement of changing the narrative of Song Ci: the 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. Holding a flute in his hand, the shepherd boy came to the haystack with cheerful steps, lay down without taking off his hemp fiber, listened to the unknown bugs singing beautiful songs in the grass, looked up at the bright moon in the night sky, and came up with pictures in his mind.
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. Yes! He is really tired, so let him have a good sleep listening to the lullaby of bugs! Rewriting "Boating Anren" Spring has come. On a sunny day, Yang Wanli, a poet of the Song Dynasty, went there to play by boat.
When he came to Anren, Yang Wanli immediately fell in love with this place. Everything here is revived, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and lakes and mountains are beautiful! In this charming scenery, Yang Wanli heard the children's laughter and couldn't help looking around. He found two lovely children sitting on a fishing boat not far from the river, one wearing a red Chinese-style chest covering and a clever ghost. Another older child, wearing shorts, is walking slowly with the boat. After a while, the boat stopped slowly, and the older children put away the bamboo poles and stopped the oars, so the boat did not move.
Yang Wanli felt very strange and thought: What are they doing? At this time, he found a child holding up an umbrella, but it was sunny and there was no rain, which made Yang Wanli wonder: I wonder what they want to do? A mystery. Yang Wanli couldn't help asking them, "What are you doing with umbrellas?" The child replied, "We want to save some energy and let the wind take the boat forward. We are using the wind. As soon as the wind blows the umbrella, we can take the boat away, hee hee! " Yang Wanli suddenly realized at this moment and sighed: These two children are really smart.
How about rewriting an ancient poem into a composition in the examination room? I don't know if this parent wants to take the college entrance examination or the senior high school entrance examination. If you want to use poetry, it is best to use famous sentences in poetry and the background or allusions of poetry as examples. If you insist on rewriting, it will be a little more difficult. If you take the senior high school entrance examination, I personally suggest that the topic composition should be in this form. Even if you make up stories, you should connect with life. Don't let the wild horse of thought gallop at will =! Or use poetry as a clue to write, and if necessary, appropriately modify one or two words in the poem (use another word or something). This form of clue will be very popular if it is used well. But no matter what the exam is, the most important thing is the word, which directly affects the mood of the marking teacher and the score of the composition, and then the topic will be deducted at the beginning. If possible, you should point to the topic everywhere to make the article more compact. But the topic at the beginning is the most important.
5. The adaptation of ancient poetry into composition is probably the scene of ancient poetry. Let me give you an example.
Rewrite Qingming
"sasha vujacic! Shashasha! " It is raining again. Rain, as light as cow hair, as fine as silk thread, and dust as fog, falls from the sky. The rain fell gently on the branches, and the buds on the branches drilled their lovely little heads, opened their beautiful little eyes and looked at everything around them curiously. The rain fell quietly on the grass, and the grass stubbornly pulled open the soil pressed on it, trying to break free. It stretched, yawned and began to greedily suck the dew of spring. A pile of grass here, a pile of grass there, covered the earth with a layer of green clothes. There are colorful flowers in the grass, including yellow rape, red roses, purple bougainvillea and white tulips, which are competing to open and compete for beauty. A few swallows buzzed in the air, as if to say, "Spring is coming! Spring is so beautiful! "
But such a beautiful scenery in the rain can't attract the attention of pedestrians coming and going on the road. They come and go in a hurry, and they are all preoccupied Some pedestrians are carrying brooms and offering sacrifices to sweep graves, thinking of their dead relatives and feeling very sad; Some leave their homes and go out to make a living, with uncertain future and depressed mood; Some people walk on the road of visiting relatives and friends, their future is uncertain, and they are more upset. The gloomy sky overhead made their mood heavier in the light rain.
Among the pedestrians, a scholar-like person is particularly eye-catching. He is Du Mu. He is thin, white-skinned, wearing a hat and carrying a bag. Mutu's gaunt face and frown formed the word "Sichuan". He shook his head and sighed as he walked. He has been on the road for several days, and this kind of "bad weather" is overcast and rainy everywhere, which makes him depressed. At this moment, his stomach growled with hunger and his throat seemed to smoke with thirst. How much he wants to find a place to rest, eat a hot meal, fill his stomach, drink some old wine, quench his thirst, warm himself up, and then have a good sleep. However, this man is a stranger. Where can he find a restaurant?
Suddenly, there was a clear and melodious flute in the distance. That voice is so crisp and sweet. Du Mu's spirit can't help it. He looked up and looked around, only to see a scalper coming head on, with a shepherd boy sitting on his back. He is about eleven or twelve years old, with a red face and bright big eyes. He is somewhat clever, cute and naughty. Mutu believes that there are villages where there are shepherds, and restaurants where there are villages. By the way, shall I ask him? Thinking of this, he stepped forward and asked politely, "Little brother, is there a restaurant here?" When the shepherd boy saw him, he nodded, smiled, grimaced at him and pointed in the direction behind him with a flute, meaning: Go ahead and there will be a restaurant. Mutu understood that he quickly thanked the shepherd boy, cheered up and stepped forward. Sure enough, soon, a village was looming in the rain and fog, where the roads were full of apricot flowers, and several wine lids danced in the wind, as if waving to him ... Mutu was excited and inspired, and a seven-character quatrain blurted out:
It rained a lot during my stay in Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Pedestrians on the road want to die.
Excuse me, where is the restaurant?
The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.
6. Who will help me rewrite this Song Ci into prose? Nomads invaded and the Northern Song Dynasty perished.
Like-minded husbands died in other places. Du Nan took refuge, and the half-life collection of stones and stone cultural relics was lost.
Get up in the middle of the night, outside, the wind is biting. Looking for something? It's hard to avoid crying alone on such a cold night.
That feeling is like pouring pearls, big and small, into a plate of jade. Repeatedly singing, wandering in the bleak, tactfully sad, just like hearing a very sad person whispering, that kind of sad mood lingers for a long time.
I'm in a bad mood, and with this hot and cold weather, I can't even sleep. If she can sleep, she can escape the pain in a short time, but the more she wants to sleep, the harder it is, so she naturally thinks of her dead husband.
Let it be! Life is like this, what is unbearable? Get dressed and get up and have a drink to warm up. But colds are caused by loneliness. Drinking, like drinking tea, will only make you feel particularly miserable when you are alone.
Holding a glass of light wine, on this day of low clouds and cold wind, I suddenly heard a lonely goose cry. The plaintive voice cut through the sky and cut her unhealed wound again. My head is white and my husband flies with me. Alas, Goose, you are so sad and bitter. Are you widowed in old age like me? Like me, do you have to face Wan Li Mountain and Qian Shan Sunset Snow alone for the rest of your life? Under the delusion, in the misty tears, I suddenly feel that the lonely goose is the person who sent a love letter to himself before. There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns.
Those chrysanthemums have also withered and withered all over the floor, without the elegance of "Dongli handle wine at dusk, with faint fragrant sleeves" In the past, when her husband was alive, what a wonderful life, poetry and songs, sorting out ancient books, but now? I am the only one left in this endless loneliness.
So things are different and people are completely different. Facing the lonely geese and chrysanthemums alone, I feel even more desolate.
I put my cheeks in my hands and my eyes were full of tears. Fear of dusk, gain day.
When she felt sorry for the fallen flowers and worried about herself, it began to rain again; The raindrops pattered on the plane leaves until dusk. In the face of this gloomy day, how can a person endure until dusk? Longness makes loneliness even more terrible.
A person, even time feels slow. But in her bitterness, it sounds like hitting her heart, drop by drop, with a sound, so strong that it knocks and shakes her heart that she can't restrain herself! Finally, at dusk, it began to rain again.
Bit by bit, tick by tick, the endless rain is as thin as sadness, which makes people more annoyed. Look at the two phoenix trees outside the house. Although they support each other in the wind and rain, they depend on each other, but in comparison, being alone is much more bleak.
Lonely geese, broken chrysanthemums and phoenix trees, everything in front of her, let her sorrow and sadness overlap until it is difficult to see! At first, it was warm and cold, but the wind came late, wild geese passed in the old days, yellow flowers everywhere, phoenix trees and autumn rain and so on. It filled her with bitterness and sadness, but her sadness didn't stop there. She has too many troubles. The pain of life experience, the pain of home and country, the disease of loneliness, etc. How can you cover everything with only one word "worry" and summarize it? Thousands of years have passed, and that loneliness lingers in the poet's heart forever, and it also ripples in our hearts.