"The blade comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom is bitter and cold." Yes! Although the sword is sharp, who has experienced the tempering and forging he has experienced? Although plum blossoms are fragrant, who knows the cold and frost she spent? People only see the sharpness of the sword. Who thought about his experience? People only see the elegant beauty of plum blossom, and who can understand her suffering? All these show people their indomitable and indomitable achievements, which were achieved in hardships and winter.
Just like I didn't get satisfactory results in the exam. I was sad when I heard the score, but I thought more about hard work. Look at that aggressive score. Isn't that exercise? Isn't that bitter cold? Isn't this the frustration and difficulty I have to face? I don't think I should cry. I don't cry in the face of setbacks. I should open my heart, face the sea, and spring blossoms. Because this is not failure, but exercise, which is the auxiliary line for me to fly higher and run farther. This is a brand-new beginning, and it is the basis for me to move to the next step. But these exercises let me know that the meaning of success is to share joys and sorrows, and let me know how to struggle. Recalling the difficulties experienced again and again, isn't it the best teacher for our spiritual growth?
Therefore, we want to make swords, and our sharpness has been tempered again and again: we want to make plum blossoms, and our beauty has gone through winter after winter. Without hard work, cultivation and overcoming, how can we achieve success, victory and glory? As long as we move forward in the wind, everyone is a "sword" and everyone is an "unyielding plum blossom!"
Classical ancient poetry (writing function) 1. In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere.
(Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn") 2. But how much affection does an inch of grass have?
(Meng Jiao: Ode to a Wanderer) 3. When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches. (Wang Wei: Acacia) 4. Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
(Du Fu: Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night. Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller in the spring breeze.
(Bai Juyi: (Farewell to ancient grass)) 6. Plant a millet in spring and harvest 10 thousand seeds in autumn.
(Li Shen: Compassion for Farmers) 7. Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers last forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back.
(Du Fu: "Spring Hope") 8. Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more.
(Gong Zizhen: (Ji Hai Miscellaneous History) 9. I don't know who cut off the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
(He: Singing Willow) 10. Spring garden can't be closed, an apricot goes out of the wall.
(Ye Shaoweng: It's not worth going to the park) In the poem, summer is 1. I don't know how hot it is, but I'm sorry that summer is long.
(Bai Juyi: "Looking at Wheat Cutting") 2. Living in the city, it is still clear in spring and summer.
(Li Shangyin: (Yat Sen Qing)) 3. The first summer was peaceful, and the grass didn't rest.
(Xie Lingyun: (Swim the Redstone into the Sailing Sea) 4. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool.
(Du Fu: "Summer Night Sigh") 5. Farmer Fang Xia Yun, sit down before I dare to eat.
("Dai Fugu: Hot") 6. Everyone is bitter and hot. I love long summer days.
(Li Ang: Xia Lian) 7. Residual clouds harvest summer heat, and new rain brings autumn haze.
(Cen Can: "Water Pavilion Send Wang Huaying Shaofu Back to County") 8. Even if it rains, I don't know if spring will go. It will clear up before summer is deep.
(Fan Chengda: Happy Sunny Days) 9. Qingjiang river surrounds the village, and everything in changxiajiang village is quiet.
(Du Fu: Jiangcun) 10. Why do you hate Fang Fei's departure? Xia Muyang is cute.
(Qin Guan: "Dark Sun in March") Poetry Mid-Autumn Festival 1. The operation of the sun and the moon seems to be from the vast ocean.
(Cao Cao: Looking at the Sea) 2. If you drop three autumn leaves, you can blossom in February.
(Li Qiao: Wind) 3. If you plant a millet in spring, you will reap 10,000 seeds in autumn.
(Li Shen: Compassion for Farmers) 4. I am always afraid that the autumn festival will come and the leaves of yellow flowers will wither.
("Han Yuefu? Long song ") 5. Outside the window is the autumn snow in Xiling, and the Wu Dong Wan Li boat is moored at the door.
(Du Fu: "Jueju") 6. The lake and the moon set each other off, and the windless mirror on the pool surface was not polished.
(Liu Yuxi: "Looking at Dongting") 7. Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring.
(Liu Yuxi: "Autumn Ci") 8. Qiu Guang drew a cold screen with a silver candle and waved a small fan to drive away fireflies.
(Du Mu: Autumn Night) 9. When is the spring flower and autumn moon, how much is known about the past.
(Li Yu: Yu Meiren) 10. I want to say that I'm still resting, but I know it's cold and autumn is here.
(Xin Qiji: "Ugly Slave? In Shu Dao) Shidong 1. For example, this winter, it was held in the west of the city.
(Du Fu: Military Vehicle Shop)' 2. Autumn moon on the ground, Han Xiuge in Dongling.
(Tao Yuanming: Four Seasons) 3. The south neighbor is even more unforgettable, and the winter cloth has not been redeemed.
(Lu You: "October 28th is a storm") 4. Tonight is winter, and tomorrow is old.
(Dong Sigong: "Shousui") 5. Ming Sheng has an autumn wind, buying wine and flying snow in winter.
(Wang Wei: Four Qi Poems) 6. When winter comes, all the flowers will disappear.
(Chen Yi: Mei) 7. I don't know that the recent splash started first, but it is suspected that it has not been sold after the winter snow.
(Zhang Wei: "Early Plum") 8. It is foolish but precious for children to learn to be neighbors in winter.
(Lu You: Autumn in the Suburb) 9. Every winter solstice in Handan, I always have a knee lamp.
(Bai Juyi: Homesickness from Winter to Day and Night) 10. The weather and personnel are urging each other, the winter solstice is sunny, and spring is coming again.
(Du Fu: Xiao Zhi) Poem Zhongshan 1. Hundreds of mountains have no birds, and thousands of paths have no footprints.
(Liu Zongyuan: Jiang Xue) 2. The mountains cover the day, and the sea drains the golden river.
(Wang Zhihuan: At the Heron Villa) 3. Once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that all the other mountains look short under the sky. ..
(Du Fu: Wang Yue) 4. Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers last forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back.
(Du Fu: Dream of Spring) 5. There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice.
(Wang Wei: Chai Lu) 6. The bright moon rises from the mountains in the sky, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds.
(Li Bai: Guan Shanyue). Never tire of seeing it, only Jingting Mountain.
(Li Bai: Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain) 8. Beans are planted in Nanshan, and the grass is full of bean seedlings.
(Tao Yuanming: Return to the Garden) 9. Castle peak can't cover up, after all, it flows east.
(Xin Qiji: "Bodhisattva Xia? Book Jiangxi wound wall) 10. I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but I am only on this mountain.
The water in the poem is 1. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side.
(The Book of Songs? Jian Peijun) 2. What are water and mountains and islands?
(Cao Cao:
(Luo: Singing Goose) 4. Tianmen cut off the Chu River and Higashi Shimizu River.
(Li Bai: Looking at Tianmen Mountain) 5. There is no way to recover from heavy mountains and heavy waters, and there is another village.
(Lu You: "Tour Shanxi Village") 6. Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, but not as good as Wang Lun.
(Li Bai: To Wang Lun) 7. Jiang Shuiping, Yangliuqing, I hear the song on the Langjiang River.
(Liu Yuxi: Zhuzhi Ci) 8. At sunrise, the river is red and the fire is stronger. The river is green like the blue of spring.
(Bai Juyi: Recalling Jiangnan) 9. Spring eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves sunny and soft.
(Yang Wanli: Xiaochi) 10. There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and there are duck prophets in the spring water heating.
(Su Shi: "Hui Chong {Night Scene by the River")) Poem Sino-Japanese 1. Sunrise in the southeast corner, shine on me in Qin Lou.
("Han Yuefu? Shang Mo sings) 2. The mountains cover the day, and the Yellow River flows people.
(Wang Zhihuan: In the Lodge of Herons) 3. When the sun sets, it is beautiful, and the flowers and plants in the spring breeze are very fragrant.
(Du Fu: "Jueju") 4. The sunset is far away, the weather is cold and the house is poor.
(Liu Changqing: Lord of the Lotus Mountain in the Snow) 5. The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen.
(Wang Wei: "Make it a fortress") 6. On a pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops.
(Chang Jian: Meditation after the Broken Mountain Temple) 7. At sunrise, the river is redder than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue.
(Bai Juyi: Recalling Jiangnan) 8. Thousands of families always trade new peaches for old ones.
(Wang Anshi: January Day) 9. The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers are of different colors.
(Yang Wanli: (See Jingci Temple seeing Lin Zifang off) 10. The green hills on both sides of the strait are opposite, and the sails come alone.
(Li Bai: Looking at Tianmen Mountain) Moon in Poetry 1. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
(Li Bai: Silent Night Thinking) 2. How vast the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and how close the moon is to the water! .
Meng Haoran: Sleeping on Jiande River) 3. Moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream.
(Wang Wei: Autumn in a Mountain Residence) 4. In the dim moonlight, wild geese are soaring, and the leader of the Tatars is fleeing in the dark.
(Lu Lun: "The Next Song") 5. Until, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us.
(Li Bai: Drinking the Bright Moon Alone) 6. When I was young, I didn't know the moon, so I called it Bai Panyu.
(Li Bai: Gulangyu) 7. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
(Wang Wei: Bamboo House) 8. moonrise ...
Write a composition with ancient poems, full of love. One morning in the fourteenth year of Tang Tianbao, the warm sunshine filled the Wang family building.
Li Bai, a great poet, was awakened by the birds singing in front of the window. He put on his gauze hat and red shirt, went downstairs and walked to Taohuatan.
The scenic Taohuatan is embedded in the peaks, and the water quality is clear and flat as a mirror.
Peach trees grow along the way from Taohuatan to Yuping Mountain in the upper reaches.
In the middle of March, peach blossoms are in full bloom and colorful, reflecting the water as red as fire.
In the rising sun, the water splashed with each other, like Xia Hong and dancing ... When Li Bai saw all this, he couldn't help but feel relaxed and deeply intoxicated in the unique and beautiful scenery of Shan Ye ... After breakfast, the owner Wang Lun specially brought Li Bai a century-old peach blossom pool wine.
Li Bai took a sip and turned red at once. He stroked his beard and praised again and again: "Good wine, good wine!" "Looking at the pool view, bathing water and drinking pool wine, this Peach Blossom Lake is three pleasures!" Wang Lun laughed.
"Mr. Gao You? There are miles of peach blossoms here.
How about your drink, sir? There are ten thousand restaurants here.
Brother, thanks to your imagination, write this letter to me and cheat me.
""No, can Ann invite you to be a great poet? " "Shili Peach Blossom is a peach blossom ferry ten miles away from the village; Wanjia Hotel is actually a hotel run by a family named Wan.
Dude, you ... ""Do you regret it? " Wang Lun raised his face and blinked cunningly.
Li Bai took the glass and gulped it down.
"Water is good, wine is good, people are better, and it's good to be glad you came and glad you came, haha …" After dinner, Li Bai began to surf the Internet.
I found an email on the internet: buddy: Huangshan will be there tomorrow! Tofu "Tofu ... beans ... rot ... Du Fu!" Li Bai read it silently several times.
I can't help laughing. Brother Zimei, who has always been known for his rigor, also played a joke today.
Don't tell me, only Du Fu can come up with this rhyming phrase! Li Bai packed his luggage and hurried downstairs.
He couldn't bear to say goodbye to Wang Lun face to face and wanted to leave without saying goodbye.
When I arrived at Taohuatan Ferry, it began to rain, and the pool was covered with a little broken microwave oven. The trees on the shore swayed with the wind, as if they were holding out their long arms to retain Li Bai.
Standing at the bow of the boat, Li Bai looked around and a faint sadness came to his mind. But Wang Lun ... Suddenly, there was a faint song on the road.
Li Bai listened attentively, as if several people were singing in chorus, which was very powerful.
The song is high and widowed, completely suppressing the sky, and the song is low and widowed, lingering.
"This song should only be in the sky. How many times can the world hear it? " Li Bai sighed.
He stood on tiptoe and looked ashore.
Approached, isn't that the original Wang Lun? Wearing hoes and linen clothes, followed by a large group of villagers.
While they were singing, they hurried to the ferry with the beat ... Li Bai's eyes became hot and he lost his voice and cried, "Brother Wang Lun ..." He could no longer speak.
The crowd came to the shore and stopped, but their feet were still on the ground and their hands were still beating ... "Brother Li, I came to see all the villagers off.
"For a while, the song came to an abrupt end, and Wang Lun went to Li Bai, fuels in his hands, and raised his head.
Li Bai wiped her tears with her hand. It took him a long time to say, "Brother Wang Lun, would you like to go to Huangshan with me?" Wang Lun didn't answer. Suddenly, he opened his mouth and sang in a clear voice: "Outside the pavilion, by the ancient road …" At this time, all the villagers started to sing with Wang Lun's music … Li Bai could no longer restrain his feelings and burst into tears. He adjusted his cloak, turned his head to one side and waved to the boatman.
The boat slowly left ... "The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain ..." The song continued.
Li Bai looked at the folks on the shore and the deep Peach Blossom Pond, as if thinking about something ... After Wang Lun came home, he turned on the computer and found an email from Li Baifa, "For Wang Lun": Li Bai was about to leave by boat when he suddenly heard a song on the shore.
Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.
Wang Lun said to himself after reading it: "Brother Li is really a literary genius and a hero in poetry! How can I compare with him? "
Please write a composition with an ancient poem. Can you take a look at this? Autumn love songs have been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring.
There is no one in the clear sky in Wan Li, and a crane, Ling Yunfei, has aroused my meditation on the blue sky.
-Inscription (Liu Yuxi's Autumn Ci) Autumn is a bleak season. When the wind blows, the yellow leaves on the tree fall like a golden butterfly without soul, flying to the embrace of Mother Earth.
It melts in the soil of spring and becomes nectar, protecting the tree and the hope of spring germination.
Autumn gives people withering, desolation and desolation, and it also gives people maturity, floweriness and deep thought.
Autumn is a harvest season, and the wheat in the field opens its mouth and eyes, waiting for the farmers who come to harvest.
Storage in winter, sowing in spring and farming in summer finally ushered in the golden autumn and golden harvest.
How much blood and sweat, how much busy, are indifferent to dissipate in this golden ocean, and finally go up in smoke, leaving only the beautiful scenery in front of us.
Autumn is a reward for the sweat of the other three seasons.
Autumn is the season of maturity.
The dream of spring, the feeling of summer and the memory of winter are all gone.
Autumn gets rid of the innocence of spring, the fanaticism of summer and the silence of winter, and becomes more mature, gorgeous and graceful.
The autumn moon is clear, unlike the spring moon, Xia Yue is elegant, and the winter moon is bleak; Autumn rain is elegant, unlike spring rain, summer rain is unbridled, and winter rain is dull; Autumn flowers are very delicate, unlike spring flowers, which are elegant in summer and Leng Yan in winter.
Autumn is an extremely romantic season, and the wild geese in the south will make you think a lot.
I love autumn, love its beauty, love its truth and love its romance.
Autumn is an extremely realistic season, and its chilling autumn colors accommodate the withering of everything.
Desolate, mature, without any cover.
I love autumn, its beauty and solemnity.
Autumn is hazy and bright, full of romance.
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Read the following ancient poems and write a composition. When spring comes with her unique new green and sea, it is really charming; When spring comes with her unique warmth and tide, it can also make people lose their souls.
Spring is definitely a canvas full of life.
New green, light green, bright green, green, green eyes, tender our eyes.
There is still a little bit of red, a little bit of yellow, a little bit of pink and a little bit of purple, which twinkles like stars and makes us shine at the moment.
So, I started walking in spring.
Stepping on her soft soil, I realized that the hotbed of life can be so flat.
As long as the old man floats by in the season, all the sleeping seeds can be bred here, giving life a changing posture.
Spring is definitely a picture full of vitality.
Whether it is out of the ground or in bud; Whether it is stretching slowly or flowing slowly; Whether they are silent or whispering, as long as the old people in the season open the curtain of spring, they will show the magical vitality of nature here in their own unique way.
So, I began to wander in spring.
Covered with gentle and lovely spring scenery, let the slight fragrance wind blow.
You will realize that the breath of spring actually contains one of the most touching tenderness.
I also think that nature is a strange mother. She chose to breed all kinds of life at the end of winter when everything was depressed, and let them embrace each other in the most tender and lovely first spring, bringing infinite vitality to the world.
Spring is also a gallery, showing the magic of life.
You see, every life has its specific form, and every specific form contains specific life information.
Regardless of height, everyone has to go through the process of birth, aging, illness and death, and there are childish and mature seasons.
Whether striking or plain, we should complete a feat of life in our own specific living space and along that specific seasonal trajectory.
Whether it is famous or not, whether it was born in a rich home or grew up in a barren sand, everything that germinated in spring has written an ode to life with all its enthusiasm and unique way.
This is spring, because the chorus of life was born here, and I really feel a magical beauty.
Write a composition about ancient poetry and tell you how to write it. No one on the internet wants to write a composition for you. I can only give you a rough idea.
On the composition of ancient poems, there must be ancient poems first.
With an ancient poem, you must deeply understand the background and meaning of the author of this ancient poem.
Then write word for word.
What is the composition about ancient poetry? Shall we write about appreciation, or a combination of ancient poems, and then say that China culture is profound? If you are writing appreciation, you must first make clear what the selected ancient poems are.
Finally, I'll give you a suggestion. Don't look for your composition online. It's all bad, and don't copy it.
Try to write it yourself, or read some fantasy novels, such as notes on grave robbery, and write a funny novel yourself. If you write too much, you will master it by knocking at the door yourself, and naturally it will be easier, and it will be less troublesome to ask questions online.
Dependence is not a good habit.
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Write an article on the topic of ancient poetry to find the river up and down, find her thousands of miles away, and suddenly look back, it is in a secluded place.
On the banks of the Miluo River, looking at the surging river, you issued the eternal swan song of "I am alone in the turbid water in the world, and everyone is drunk and I wake up alone".
Qu Yuan, you are walking alone on the bridge, and your inner anguish is suppressed in your heart.
Why did the bad king not listen to me, Qu Yuan, but listened to the treacherous court official? Inner sadness becomes a kind of strength. "The road is long and Xiu Yuan is awkward, and I will search up and down." Where is the truth you are looking for? Even when jumping, the posture becomes the most beautiful arc.
Since there is nothing for you in this life, let's go to the afterlife! Qu Yuan, since there is no truth you are looking for in reality, why not take a step back? Maybe it's on a secluded mountain.
Qu Yuan, to say the least, you are really looking for it.
In the boudoir, "Looking for it, you are lonely and sad ..." In the boudoir, you drink alone and worry.
I still remember that year, my husband left you in the depths of the boudoir with "heart breaker" and waited for many years, only waiting for the bad news of my husband's death, and sad words hung in your brow.
Oh, Yi 'an, I can't forget your innocence of "leaning against the door and looking back, but smelling your childhood"; Unforgettable your true feelings of "only frowning, but taking it to heart"; I can't forget the leisurely feeling of "awakening a beach of European herons" in the sunset of Xiting; I can't forget you ... Qingzhao, you went down with the Southern Song Dynasty just to try your best to make you sad. Why are you afraid that Shuangxi's boat can't carry you? Where is the happiness you are looking for? Qingzhao, why not take a step back and you will find that the happiness you are looking for is not far away.
Qingzhao, to say the least, is what you are looking for.
Guanyuan Creek Bridge is above Guanyuan Creek Bridge. Looking at the petals all over the sky, I feel like my own life, relying on others and falling with the wind.
You sobbed and buried them, thinking about them, pursuing the new life and freedom you can aspire to, and dancing with the wind.
In front of the bed, in the cry of the nightingale, you can smell the sound of gongs and drums outside the window, but it's not you under the red veil. Daiyu, you resolutely threw that handkerchief full of Pinghua into the stove, and the spark gradually went out with your distant eyes.
"I can pity Liu Cai" and "jade belt hanging on the pillow".
Sister Lin, maybe you hate your father Lin Ruhai for sending himself into this intrigue Guo Rong building, so that the freedom he pursues cannot come.
Watching the garden sisters play, who knows their own sadness? Sister Lin, if you are less stubborn and aloof and more clever, maybe the freedom and happiness you are looking for will come back to you.
Daiyu, why don't you take a step back and leave yourself a happy and free road? Daiyu, to say the least, it is just what you are looking for.
I looked for her thousands of miles away, but suddenly I looked back, in a secluded place in the mountains, above my calm heart, by the bridge.
My friend, when there is no way out, why not take a step back? Maybe in your eyes, she is smiling at you vaguely.
Write a composition with the topic "I write a composition with xxx's ancient poems". Autumn love songs have been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn wins spring.
There is no one in the clear sky in Wan Li, and a crane, Ling Yunfei, has aroused my meditation on the blue sky.
-Inscription (Liu Yuxi's Autumn Ci) Autumn is a bleak season. When the wind blows, the yellow leaves on the tree fall like a golden butterfly without soul, flying to the embrace of Mother Earth.
It melts in the soil of spring and becomes nectar, protecting the tree and the hope of spring germination.
Autumn gives people withering, desolation and desolation, and it also gives people maturity, floweriness and deep thought.
Autumn is a harvest season, and the wheat in the field opens its mouth and eyes, waiting for the farmers who come to harvest.
Storage in winter, sowing in spring and farming in summer finally ushered in the golden autumn and golden harvest.
How much blood and sweat, how much busy, are indifferent to dissipate in this golden ocean, and finally go up in smoke, leaving only the beautiful scenery in front of us.
Autumn is a reward for the sweat of the other three seasons.
Autumn is the season of maturity.
The dream of spring, the feeling of summer and the memory of winter are all gone.
Autumn gets rid of the innocence of spring, the fanaticism of summer and the silence of winter, and becomes more mature, gorgeous and graceful.
The autumn moon is clear, unlike the spring moon, Xia Yue is elegant, and the winter moon is bleak; Autumn rain is elegant, unlike spring rain, summer rain is unbridled, and winter rain is dull; Autumn flowers are very delicate, unlike spring flowers, which are elegant in summer and Leng Yan in winter.
Autumn is an extremely romantic season, and the wild geese in the south will make you think a lot.
I love autumn, love its beauty, love its truth and love its romance.
Autumn is an extremely realistic season, and its chilling autumn colors accommodate the withering of everything.
Desolate, mature, without any cover.
I love autumn, its beauty and solemnity.
Autumn is hazy and bright, full of romance.
Article 1: Crossing Anren by boat (rewriting ancient poems) Once, when Yang Wanli, a poet of the Song Dynasty, passed Anren County by boat, he saw green grass on both sides of the boat through the window of the cabin, like a bright green carpet, flowers everywhere, singing and dancing, and everything was so vibrant and prosperous.
Deeply attracted by the beautiful scenery, he couldn't help getting out of the cabin and standing at the bow looking up.
At this time, the spring breeze brushed my face, and the flowers smelled fragrant. I was refreshed and relaxed.
So, he opened his arms, breathed the fresh air deeply and enjoyed the beautiful scenery given to nature by this spring.
Suddenly, a crisp song came to my ears, and when I looked intently, there was a small fishing boat on the river not far away, with two lively and lovely boys sitting on the bow.
They rowed and punted while singing loudly.
After a while, the two children suddenly stopped singing, then put away the bamboo poles and paddles of the punting, ran into the cabin, took out an umbrella and stood at the bow, spreading it out.
"Ah, it doesn't rain or sunny at this time. What are they doing with umbrellas? " Yang Wanli felt very strange and puzzled.
Curiosity prompted him to tilt the boat forward and asked, "Now it's sunny, why do you want to take an umbrella?" The two children opened their eyes wide, cocked their heads and said innocently, "We have no sails on this ship. Let's spread an umbrella as a sail.
In this way, the ship can move forward quickly and save energy! "Yang Wanli this just suddenly enlighted.
He nodded, gave a thumbs-up and praised, "You two are so smart to come up with such a good idea.
Not simple, not simple! "Later, Yang Wanli walked into the cabin and scribbled:" A fishing boat with two children parked on it.
No wonder it didn't rain. They opened the umbrella. They didn't want to protect the rain, but wanted to use the umbrella as a sail to let the boat go forward.
"A well-known poem was born in this way and has been passed down to the present.
Chapter 2: Rewriting the ancient poem "Yellow Crane Tower, Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou" In the spring of March, flowers are in full bloom, the bright sunshine is all over Wuhan, orchids are not in full bloom, and the morning breeze has already wafted a little fragrance, and the air is particularly fresh.
"Lao Meng, do you really want to go?" Li Bai said that Meng Haoran said, "I'll wait for you to finish writing before going to Yangzhou. The grapes have dried into raisins.
"Li Bai said with a smile," Haha, it's good to drink dried wine into raisins! " Meng Haoran got on the boat and said to Li Bai, "I'll wait for you in Yangzhou.
Li Bai responded, "OK, I'll come to you as soon as I'm finished." .
The boat rowed slowly, and Meng Haoran said, "Don't forget to come to Yangzhou to find me when it's done!" ! "Li Bai said," Don't worry, I won't forget it.
When I get to Yangzhou, we'll have a good drink.
Meng Haoran said, "Good.
"The ship walked more and more far, Meng Haoran seemed to say something, but he couldn't hear it. Li Bai can't send Meng Haoran to Yangzhou, so he has to watch.
Meng Haoran's boat should have disappeared, but Li Bai still stood there and waited for a while before he came to his senses with a bird song.
He wrote with a brush: An old friend stayed at the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, 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.
Please indicate the source for reprinting. The inspired composition given to me by ancient poetry