Write a mountain composition in classical Chinese

1. Classical Chinese essays about mountains

1. "Shizhongshan Ji Su Shi's Water Classic" says: "There is Shizhongshan at the mouth of Pengli."

Li Yuan thought it was the following. Facing the deep pool, the breeze blows and the waves hit, the water and rocks compete with each other, and the sound is like a loud bell. This is true, but people often doubt it.

Now if you place a bell and chime in the water, it will not make any sound despite the strong wind and waves, but it will be worse than a stone! In the Tang Dynasty, Li Bo began to visit his remains. He found two stones on the pool, clasped them and listened to them. The south sound was like Hu, and the north sound was clear and clear. I think I got it.

This is true, but I doubt it. The sound of a stone can be found everywhere, but this one is only called a bell, so why? In the sixth month of the seventh year of Yuanfeng, Ding Chou, Yu Ziqi'an came to you on a boat trip, and the eldest son, Maijiang, went to Raozhi Dexingwei and sent him to Hukou, so that he could observe the so-called stone bell.

The temple monk asked the boy to hold an ax and pick one or two of them among the rocks to buckle them. Yu Gu laughed and didn't believe it.

On the last night when the moon was bright, I took a small boat with Mai alone to the foot of the cliff. The boulder stands thousands of feet on its side, like wild beasts and strange ghosts, eager to attack people; while the falcons on the mountain will startle when they hear the sound of people, and they will roar in the sky; there is also an old man coughing and laughing in the valley, which may be called a stork. also.

Yu Fang was eager to return the favor, so he shouted loudly on the water, and the sound was like bells and drums. The boat people were terrified.

If you look at it slowly, you will find that there are stone caves under the mountain. I don’t know how shallow or deep they are. Microwaves enter them, and they are light and surging. The boat returned between the two mountains and was about to enter the port. There was a large rock in the middle of the stream, which could seat a hundred people. There were many orifices in the air, which were in harmony with the Feng Shui. There was the sound of drilling and boring mandarins, which corresponded to those who were facing it, and it was like a piece of music. .

Because of his smile, he said to Mai: "You know what you know? Those who are squeaking are like the King of Zhou Jing who has no shot; those who are boring and boring are like the song of Wei Zhuangzi. The ancients are not deceived. Yes! "Is it okay to make assumptions about the existence of things without seeing them with your eyes and ears? What Li Yuan saw and heard is almost the same as that of Yu, so it is unknown. The scholar-bureaucrats were unwilling to use their boats to anchor under the cliff at night, so they could not know. Although the fishermen and navy knew it, they could not tell it.

This is why it is not passed down in this world. But those who are ignorant seek it by testing the impact with axes and pounds, thinking that they have achieved it.

I wrote it down, sighing at Li Yuan's simplicity and laughing at Li Bo's ugliness. 2. Records of Xiaoshicheng Mountain Liu Zongyuan From the north of Xishan Road, crossing Huangmaoling and going down, there are two roads.

One of them goes out to the west, but nothing can be found; the other one goes north to east, no more than 40 feet, the soil is cut off and the river is divided, and there are piled stones across the wall. Above it is the shape of Liang Li looking down at her. Next to it is a fortress with a gate.

Peering into the darkness, I threw a small stone and there was a sound of water in the cave. The sound was so exciting that it lasted for a long time. You can go up to the ring, but you can see far away.

Without soil, beautiful trees and beautiful arrows grow, which are strange and strong. Its sparseness and loftiness are similar to those provided by wise men.

Oops! I have doubted whether the Creator has existed for a long time, and the more I think about it, the more I believe it exists. Also blame it for not being a Zhongzhou, but a barbarian, and not being able to sell it for thousands of years. It is hard work but useless. If the gods are not suitable for this, then the result will be nothing? Or say: "Those who humiliate the virtuous husband in order to comfort him."

Or say: "The spirit of his spirit is not a great man, but only a thing. Therefore, there are few people and many rocks in the south of Chu." "It's both, I don't believe it.

3. Former Red Cliff Ode In the autumn of Renxu, in the seventh month, Su Zi and his guests were boating under Red Cliff. The breeze comes slowly and the water waves are calm.

Lift the wine to the guests, recite the poem of the bright moon, and sing the graceful chapter. After a while, the moon rose above the east mountain, wandering among the bullfights.

The white dew flows across the river, and the water reaches the sky. Even though a reed is like this, thousands of hectares are at a loss.

The vastness is like Feng Xu riding the wind, not knowing where it stops; the flutteringness is like being left alone in the world, emerging into immortality. So he drank and enjoyed himself very much, and he buckled down and sang.

The song says: "The osmanthus sticks are covered with orchid oars, and the light is shining in the sky. It is dim and dim in my arms, and I look forward to the beauty in the sky."

There is a guest who blows the hole in the hole, Relying on the song and harmonizing with it, the sound is like resentment, admiration, weeping and complaining; the lingering sound is lingering, like a wisp; dancing in the secluded gully, the crouching dragon, weeping in the lonely boat.

Su Zi was stunned, sitting upright, and asked the guest: "Why is this so?" The guest said: "The moon and stars are sparse, and the crows fly south. Isn't this a poem written by Cao Mengde? Looking west to Xiakou and east to Wuchang.

The mountains and rivers are close to each other, and the sky is green; is this not what Meng De was trapped in Zhou Lang? Fang Qi broke through Jingzhou, went down to Jiangling, followed the river to the east, sailed thousands of miles, covered the sky with flags, and drank wine. I am composing poems on the banks of the river. I have been a hero for a long time. How are I doing now? Kuangwu and I are fishing and woodcutting on the river, hanging out with fish and shrimps, and making friends with elk. We ride in a small boat and hold up a bottle to meet each other. Attribution: Send mayflies to the sky and earth, a drop in the vast sea. I mourn for the brief moment of my life, and envy the infiniteness of the Yangtze River. I carry flying immortals to fly, and hold the bright moon for the end. I don’t know how unexpected it is, and I leave it in the sad wind. " /p>

Su Zi said: "Do guests also know that water and the moon are like this? Those who have passed away are like this, but they have not yet passed away; those who are full and empty are like that, but their soldiers are not waxing and waning. Look at the changes that will occur. , but heaven and earth cannot last for a moment; from the perspective of being unchanging, everything is endless to me.

And why should I envy it? Everything in heaven and earth has its own owner. No matter how much they are, don’t take any of them.

Only the cool breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains can be heard by the ears, and can be taken in by the eyes.

This is the endless treasure of the Creator, and it is the most suitable place for me and my son." 4. Later Chibi Fu is looking forward to the tenth month of the year, walking from the snow hall, and will return to Lingao.

The two guests followed me across the yellow mud slope. The frost and dew have fallen, all the leaves have fallen off, and the figures are on the ground. They look up at the bright moon, look at it and enjoy it, and sing in response to each other.

He sighed and said: "There are guests but no wine, there is wine but no food, the moon is white and the wind is clear, what a good night it is!" The guest said: "It is dusk today, and I catch fish with a net, with a big mouth and thin scales, like Like the perch in Songjiang River, did Gu An get the wine?

The woman said, "I have a bucket of wine, which I have hid for a long time, just in case my son needs it from time to time." So she took the wine and fish and swam under Red Cliff again.

The river flows with sound, and the bank is broken for thousands of feet; the mountains are high and the moon is small, and the water falls and rocks are revealed. The sun and the moon were as old as before, but the mountains and rivers cannot be recognised.

I took my clothes and climbed up, walking on the slanderous rocks, covered with velvet, perched on tigers and leopards, climbed on horned dragons, climbed on the dangerous nests of falcons, and looked down on Feng Yi's secluded palace. Gai Ergu can't follow him.

Suddenly and loudly, the grass and trees shook, the mountains roared and the valleys responded, and the wind blew and the water surged. I am also quiet and sad, solemn and frightened, so awe-inspiring that I can't stay.

Instead, he boarded the boat, let it go into the middle of the current, and let it stop. It was almost midnight, and everything was lonely.

There is a lone crane coming across the river from the east. The wings are like wheels, and the silk clothes are black and white. They scream loudly and sweep towards the boat heading west.

After a while, the guest left, and I fell asleep. In the dream, a Taoist priest, with his feathers fluttering, passed by Lingao. He bowed to me and said, "Are you having fun at Red Cliff?" When asked his name, he bowed his head and did not answer.

"Woohoo! Heehee! I know it. In the past night, whoever flew past me was not a son." The Taoist priest laughed, and I was also shocked.

Open an account and look at it, but you can’t see it. 2. How to write the word "mountain" in ancient Chinese

1. Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have disappeared.

(Liu Zongyuan: "Snow on the River")

2. The sun sets over the mountains and the Yellow River flows into the sea.

(Wang Zhihuan: "Climbing the Stork Tower")

3. From the summit, you can see all the small mountains.

(Du Fu: "Looking at the Mountains")

4. The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring and deep vegetation.

(Du Fu: "Spring Hope")

5. No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but people can hear their voices.

(Wang Wei: "Lu Chai")

6. The bright moon rises from the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ​​clouds.

(Li Bai: "Guanshan Moon")

7. I never get tired of seeing each other, only Jingting Mountain.

(Li Bai's "Sitting Alone on Jingting Mountain")

8. Bean planting At the foot of the southern mountain, the grass is thick and the bean seedlings are sparse.

(Tao Yuanming: "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields")

9. Looking to the northwest of Chang'an, there are countless pitiful mountains. The green mountains cannot cover it, and it will flow eastward after all.

(Xin Qiji: "Bodhisattva Man? Shu Jiangxi Ostomy Wall")

10. I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, just because I am in this mountain.

(Su Shi: "Inscription on the West Forest Wall")

11. The light of the mountain pleases the nature of birds, and the shadow of the pond is empty and makes people's hearts happy.

(Chang Jian: (Inscribed on the Zen Temple behind Poshan Temple))

12. The evening wind blows the willow flute, and the sun sets outside the mountain.

(Li Shutong: "Farewell")

13. Infinite mountains and rivers of tears, who can say that the world is broad.

(Xia Wanchun: "Farewell to the Clouds")

14. Traveling outside the green mountains, boating in front of the green water.

(Wangwan "Under the Cibeigu Mountain")

15. Flying to the Qianxun Pagoda on the mountain, I heard the rooster crow and saw the sun rising.

(Wang Anshi's "Climbing Feilai Peak")

16. There is no way out in the mountains and rivers, but there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers.

(Lu You: "Visiting Shanxi Village")

17. Seven or eight stars are outside the sky, and two or three points of rain are in front of the mountain.

(Xin Qiji "Xijiang Moon? Walking on the Yellow Sand Road at Night")

18. You can't be seen on the mountain winding road, leaving a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow.

(Cen Shen's "Bai Xuege Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital")

19. The apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains.

(Li Bai's "Early Departure from Baidi City")

20. But the flying generals of Dragon City are here, and Hu Ma is not taught to cross the Yin Mountain.

(Wang Changling's "Out of the Fortress")

21. Far above the Yellow River among the white clouds, there is an isolated city called Wanren Mountain.

(Wang Zhihuan's "Liangzhou Ci")

22. Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the Nanshan Mountain.

(Tao Yuanming: "Drinking")

23. Looking at the Dongting mountains and waters in the distance, there is a green snail in the silver plate.

(Liu Yuxi: "Looking at the Dongting")

24. The long clouds in Qinghai darken the snow-capped mountains, and the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance.

(Wang Changling's "Walking in the Army")

The above are all famous poems describing mountains ~ you can learn from them... 3. Classical Chinese poems describing mountains and rivers

Shizhong Mountain Travel Notes by Su Shi

On a dark night, when the moon was bright, I took a small boat with Mai alone to the foot of the cliff. The boulders stand thousands of feet sideways, like ferocious beasts and strange ghosts, eager to attack people. The falcons on the mountain will startle when they hear the sound of people, and they will buzz in the sky. There is also an old man who coughs and laughs in the valley, and may say: "This is a stork and a crane." The rest of the party is eager to return, and makes a loud noise on the water, and the jingling is like bells and drums incessantly, and the people in the boat are frightened. If you look at it slowly, you will find that there are stone caves under the mountain. I don't know how shallow or deep they are. Microwaves penetrate into them and they are filled with surging waves. This is why. The boat returned between the two mountains and was about to enter the port. There was a large rock in the middle of the stream, which could seat a hundred people. There were many orifices in the air, which were in harmony with the Feng Shui. There was the sound of drilling and boring mandarins, which corresponded to those who were facing it, and it was like a piece of music. . Because of his laughter, he said to Mai, "You know what you know? Those who are squeaky are the King of Zhou Jing's inability to shoot; those who are boring and boring are the songs of Wei Xianzi. The ancients did not deceive them."

Former Red Cliff Ode

In the autumn of Renxu, in the seventh month, Su Zi and his guests were boating under Red Cliff. The breeze comes slowly and the water waves are calm. Lifting wine to guests, reciting poems about the bright moon, and singing graceful chapters. After a while, the moon rose above the east mountain, wandering among the bullfights. White dew flows across the river, and the water reaches the sky. Even though a reed is like this, thousands of hectares are at a loss. The vastness is like Feng Xu riding the wind without knowing where it stops; the flutteringness is like being left alone in the world, becoming immortal and ascending to immortality.

So they drank and enjoyed themselves very much, and sang along to the boat. The song says: "The orchid oars are hanging on the osmanthus, and the light is shining in the sky. It's dim in my arms, and I'm looking at the beauty in the sky." There is a guest who blows a hole in the hole, and he listens to the song and harmonizes with it. His voice sounds like resentment. Like admiration, like crying, like complaining; the lingering sound is lingering, like a wisp; the dragon dancing in the secluded gully, weeping in the lonely boat.

Su Zi was stunned, sitting upright, and asked the guest: "Why is it so?" The guest said: "The moon and stars are sparse, and the black magpies are flying south. Isn't this a poem by Cao Mengde? Looking West to the Summer From the mouth, look east to Wuchang. The mountains and rivers are close to each other, and the sky is green. Isn't this what Meng De was trapped in Zhou Lang? I am composing poems on the banks of the river. I have been a hero for a long time. How are I doing now? Kuangwu and I are fishing and woodcutting on the river bank. We are friends with fish and shrimps, and we are friends with elk. We are riding a small boat, and we are raising bottles to meet each other. Attribution: Send mayflies to the sky and earth, a drop in the vast sea. I mourn for the brief moment of my life, and envy the infiniteness of the Yangtze River. I carry flying immortals to fly, and hold the bright moon for the end. I don’t know how unexpected it is, and I leave it in the sad wind. " /p>

Su Zi said: "Do guests also know that water and the moon are like this? Those who have passed away are like this, but they have not yet passed away; those who are full and empty are like that, but their soldiers are not waxing and waning. Look at the changes that will occur. , but heaven and earth cannot last for a moment; from the perspective of being unchanging, everything is endless to me, and why should I envy it? Everything in heaven and earth has its own owner, not even a single bit of it belongs to me. Take. Only the cool breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains can be picked up by the ears and made into colors by the eyes. They are endless treasures of the Creator, and they are the place where I and my son are. "Suitable."

Since I found it in two places, I won't write it on the website.

The guests smiled with joy, washed their dishes and drank more, and the food was all gone. The cups and plates were in a mess. The couple and their pillows were spread out in the boat, unaware of the whiteness of the east.

Later Red Cliff Ode

It is the tenth month of the year, and I will return to Lingao after walking from the Xuetang. The two guests followed me across the yellow mud slope. The frost and dew have fallen, all the leaves have fallen off, and the figures are on the ground. They look up at the bright moon, look at it and enjoy it, and sing in response to each other. He sighed and said: "There are guests but no wine, there is wine but no food, the moon is white and the wind is clear, what a good night it is!" The guest said: "Today at dusk, I lift the net to catch fish, with a big mouth and thin scales, like a perch in the Songjiang River. Gu An Did you get any wine? "Go back and seek help from your wives." The woman said, "I have a bucket of wine, which I have hid for a long time, just in case my son needs it from time to time." So she took the wine and fish and swam under the Red Cliff again. The river flows with sound, and the bank is broken for thousands of feet; the mountains are high and the moon is small, and the water falls and rocks are revealed. The sun and the moon were as old as before, but the mountains and rivers cannot be recognised. I took my clothes and climbed up, walking on the slanderous rocks, covered with velvet, perched on tigers and leopards, climbed on horned dragons, climbed on the dangerous nests of falcons, and looked down on Feng Yi's secluded palace. Gai Ergu can't follow him. Suddenly there was a long roar, the grass and trees shook, the mountains hummed and the valley responded, the wind blew and the water surged. I am also quiet and sad, solemn and frightened, so awe-inspiring that I can't stay. Instead, he boarded the boat, let it go into the middle of the current, and waited until it stopped. It was almost midnight, and everything was lonely. There is a lone crane coming across the river from the east. The wings are like wheels, and the silk clothes are black and white. They scream loudly and sweep towards the boat heading west.

After a while, the guest left, and I fell asleep. In the dream, a Taoist priest, with his feathers fluttering, passed by Lingao. He bowed to me and said, "Are you having fun at Red Cliff?" When asked his name, he bowed his head and did not answer. "Woohoo! Heehee! I know it. Those who flew past me at night in the past are not my sons, are they evil?" The Taoist priest smiled, and I was also shocked. Open an account and look at it, but you can't see it. 4. Ancient texts describing landscapes

Notes on Landscapes

I crossed the river with Kong to reach the mountains, but my feet were tired, and we passed thousands of miles one by one. Go to the mountain to find a spring, drink it happily, and say with a smile that it contains minerals. I regret not bringing a bottle to take advantage of it. I often read it later, saying that I regretted not having climbed the remaining mountains. Then he went with Kong and Deng. All three of them were Scorpios! On the first day, I jumped up from the bed and hurried to the meeting place to buy some bread and water to drink. I also wanted to take advantage of the spring water. Crossing the river, I sighed at the deserted road with clusters of houses and overgrown weeds. Look at the mountains and walk. The mountains are close but the road is far away. Going around the fields, almost missing the rice fields. I saw a river winding around the mountain, and I was suffering from the obstruction of the river. I wanted to find a bridge to cross it. It was a long road, but I finally saw something that looked like a bridge. Kong went to explore it, and Deng and I followed. If you look closely, you can see that there is no bridge, but there is a stone road paved with it, which is slightly covered by water. Ask a peasant woman why she crosses the bridge? The answer is that this is the only way, and you have to go barefoot. He also watched the water pass over the stone calmly, and then rushed down the stone. I don’t know the depth of obscenity. When I was feeling melancholy, I saw two children walking by with bare feet. I asked them if the rocks were slippery and the water was imminent. Answer no. So they took off their shoes and socks and helped each other pass. I didn't feel anxious, but it was fun and I didn't dare to stop. Looking across the river, I sigh that we are only great, but also like heroes. Crossing the river is a mountain, and there is no road above it, so there are many inconveniences. I searched many places but found no way. Fortunately, there is more than one mountain in Zhou, so I will look for another one. If you see a mountain with a path, climb it. You can see many bamboos standing on the mountain, and the mountain road is covered with earth leaves. I abandoned the bottle to reduce my burden because there was no spring.

The upper half of the waist has no way up or down. When we came down the mountain, we saw a house in front of us and a well in the courtyard. We could draw water to get it. If you feel refreshed and comfortable, wash your face and drink it. He wanted to take advantage of the bottle again, but the strange bottle was already there, so he had no choice but to leave. As I walked forward, I encountered a bamboo forest. When I entered it, I saw a mountain. I climbed to the top without first finding anything, so I descended again. Both Kong and Deng said they were hungry. When they saw a village with packaging bags on the ground, they asked a village woman where they could sell them. The village woman pointed ahead. When Miao Miao didn't see him, he went back and took water from the well to satisfy his hunger. Later, I met a spider, which was strange because of the letters at its feet and the red and yellow color on its body. I don’t know why. When we got to the river again, we saw that the water had covered the entire road and was falling even more rapidly. However, we have to go back, so we have to go forward. When he got to the river, he saw the water was in a hurry and was frightened, so he advised not to look down the river. Move an inch, the water has reached your knees. Cross the river and let go before you can rest assured. He also said that he wanted to go to the beach nearby to rest. When he reached the beach, he saw a pool next to it, which was also a living water. The water flowed into the river. The water in the pool is not deep, and it is not dangerous to reach your knees. Go into the water and sit back in the water. Hit the water for fun, hold your breath for fun. Lie back in the water. The water is powerful and I haven’t swam yet. When the coolness of the body makes me forget, it is already noon when Confucius said that I feel so comfortable thinking about it and don't want to leave. Then he stood up and threw himself on the water. He floated in a moment, feeling safe and refreshed. When the sun rises, I go to the beach and wash my feet. When I go to the water, I wash my feet and go on the road. I am happy with my wet clothes. However, when I arrived, my heart was full of hope, but when I returned, my heart was exhausted. Yan's legs and feet are already weak, and the long road is endless. Finally, when I got home, I was so tired that I walked on my knees or sat still without moving. Watching the news, I happened to see a spider similar to what I saw. The letters are said to be fixed networks. After resting for half a day, the fatigue of the legs and feet has not disappeared, but in exchange for the joy of life, it is worth it. My nature is sad, and when I am happy, I feel sad, and I miss the happy times even more. The Heartbroken Son of Man read in his diary on the 3rd day of the seventh month of the seventh year of the year 2000.

5. Composition "Landscapes in Ancient Prose"

Intoxicated in the world of spring

The bright sunshine is filled with ambiguous warm mist, light, light and ethereal. It seems that every tree is sprouting The grass and trees, or the flowers fluttering in the wind, or even every young flying insect flapping its wings, are releasing an unsettling atmosphere, moist and gentle, absorbing the sporadic drizzle at night into the air that has been dormant all winter. From the bottom of my heart. The spring that is not intended to alarm anyone, quietly blends into the rhythm of all life as the raindrops kiss the earth.

At this time of spring, although the flowers are blooming, it is not suitable to be exaggerated. Spring is fluffy. ’s birth, in the distant background there are only cultivators wearing raincoats and bamboo hats, driving wet cattle with willow sticks, letting the iron-black plowshares fly out into dazzling waves. Not far away are willows swayed by the wind, and the cattle are in all directions. The shepherd boy's piccolo on his back sent melodious melody, lingering on the stream with fine grass and gentle breeze.

At this time of spring, it is only suitable to sit alone in the quiet and moonlit starry night and listen to the gradually melting music. The stream gurgled with the sound of the sea. Looking at the mountain spring that Ding Dong was leaving, a waterfall hung on the thin rock, faintly among the forest tops. The cool breeze stirred up the infatuated waves of the dense forest. Occasionally, there was a night cry of Zigui, Sad and sad. The green clothes are rustling in the wind. Accompanied by the heroic roar, like gentle waves in still water, the wind is undulating, passing over the eyebrows and ears, fading in and out of the beautiful shadows of the spring mountains. The moss has been covered with fallen leaves, and the cold pool The clear water reflects the moon alone, and the returning geese have no trace of their fragrance. The kites fly in the sky, and there is no need to grasp everything in the world. I walked through the forest, leaving no trace of me in the deep forest.

A tree with flowers and a tree with poems is too extravagant and ostentatious for me. I stare at all the splendor and gorgeous wind skirts speechlessly, and my heart suddenly feels excited. And when I think about the fallen pistils all over the ground, the remaining red reflections on the steps, I feel What about the emotion that makes you burst into tears? I just hope that my heart is like water, flowing quietly and gradually away, without any worries or cares. It flows past, with anxious longing and random fate. Trees can be broken, flowers can easily fall, but where is the grass? Stick to the humble, wither and shine with each passing year, and rise again from the fire.

In this kind of spring, you can also see the moon missing people, awakening long-lost feelings. What passes through the mind and comes back is always the hometown of Langyuan. The lamp A loving mother has a dense connection with her, and she has a lot of love. She takes everything she has to send her son on a journey of thousands of miles. The mother does not expect much, as long as the shoes fit her son's feet. The father's black hair is stained with frost, and he has been away for many years, but his hobby of reading has not changed. . Carrying an ancient book and reciting aloud, my mother listened, and her smile penetrated every wrinkle. I know that the moon is bright today, and I am the most ardent love in my mother’s dream.

In this kind of spring, the mountains and rivers are so beautiful Feeling makes the plants and trees interesting, and it also makes me, sitting alone on the rocks, slowly meditate and be intoxicated. 6. Expansion of the ancient article The Beauty of Mountains and Rivers

Nature has created the largest and most magnificent gardens in the world through uncanny workmanship. The eagle strikes the sky, the fish flies to the bottom, and everything competes for freedom in the frosty sky.

The majestic peaks towering into the clouds are the structural framework of the garden, and the streams are rapid or slow. The rivers are the swamps of the garden. The clear streams reach the bottom. It is a world of gentle water. On both sides of the river are colorful stone walls. Like a dynamic painting.

The water is rippling, and so is the light. The light jumps from the elastic water surface to the stone walls on both sides. The dark green moss also sees the sun, and the green forests and green bamboos.

In the morning, green also wakes up, flooding with green, and how close green and water are. In the evening, the sunlight breaks down and falls into the pupils of the eyes of animals and plants. The warm sunlight slowly shines in the woods. Traveling slowly, Lili wildflowers are burning to the horizon, the dawn fog is about to disperse, apes and birds are chirping, the sun is about to set, and the fish swimming under the water are also feeling the warmth of the light. 7. Ancient texts describing landscapes (titles)

Ancient texts: The Story of Xiaoshitan, The Story of Drunkard Pavilion

Poetry: The Mountain in the Poetry

1. Birds of a Thousand Mountains Fly away, and all traces of people will be wiped out. (Liu Zongyuan: "Snow on the River")

2. As the sun sets over the mountains, the Yellow River flows into the sea. (Wang Zhihuan: "Climbing the Stork Tower")

3. Standing at the top of the mountain, you can have a panoramic view of the mountains. (Du Fu: "Looking at the Mountains")

4. The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation.

(Du Fu: "Spring Hope")

5. No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but the sound of people's voices can be heard. (Wang Wei: "Lu Chai")

6. The bright moon rises above the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ​​clouds. (Li Bai: "Moon over Guanshan")

7. I never get tired of seeing each other, only Jingting Mountain. (Li Bai: "Sitting Alone on Jingting Mountain")

8. Beans are planted at the foot of the southern mountain. The grass is thick and the bean seedlings are sparse. (Tao Yuanming: "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields")

9. The green mountains cannot cover it, and it will flow eastward after all. (Xin Qiji: "Bodhisattva Man? Book on the Ostomy Wall of Jiangxi")

10. I don't know the true face of Mount Lu, just because I am in this mountain. (Su Shi: "Inscription on the Wall of the Western Forest")

Water in the poem

1. The so-called beauty is on the side of the water. ("The Book of Songs? Jianjia")

2. How can the water be sluggish, but the mountains and islands are standing tall? (Cao Cao: "Viewing the Sea")

3. White hair floats on the green water, and anthurium stirs the clear waves. (King Luo Bin: "Ode to the Goose")

4. Tianmen interrupts the opening of the Chu River, and the clear water flows eastwards to this point. (Li Bai: "Looking at Tianmen Mountain")

5. There is no way out despite the mountains and rivers, but there is another village with dark willows and bright flowers. (Lu You: "Visiting Shanxi Village")

6. The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, and it is not as deep as Wang Lun's gift to me. (Li Bai: "Gift to Wang Lun")

7. The willows are green and the Qingjiang River is level, and I can hear the singing on the Langjiang River. (Liu Yuxi: "Bamboo Branch Ci")

8. When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue. (Bai Juyi: "Remembering the South of the Yangtze River")

9. The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water, loving the clear and soft water. (Yang Wanli: "Little Pond")

10. A few peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river. (Su Shi: "An Evening Scene on the Spring River in Chongchong, Hui"))

The Moon in the Poetry

1. There is a bright moonlight in front of the bed, which is suspected to be frost on the ground.

Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown. (Li Bai: "Thoughts on a Quiet Night")

2. The sky is low in the wilderness, and the trees are low, and the clear moon on the river is close to the people. (Meng Haoran: "Su Jiande River")

3. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring rocks flow upstream. (Wang Wei: "Mountain Dwelling in Autumn")

4. The wild geese fly high in the moonlight, and the Chanyu escapes at night. (Lu Lun: "Song under the Sai")

5. Raise your glass to the bright moon and make three people in the shadows. (Li Bai: "Drinking Alone under the Moon")

6. If you don't recognize the moon when you are young, you will call it a white jade plate. (Li Bai: "Gu Lang Yue Xing")

7. People deep in the forest don't know that the bright moon comes to shine. (Wang Wei: "Zhuli Pavilion")

8. When the moon comes out, birds startle the mountains, and they sing in the spring stream. (Wang Wei: "Birdsong Stream")

9. People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. (Su Shi: "Shui Tiao Ge Tou? When will the bright moon come?")

10. The bright moon in the Qin Dynasty passed in the Han Dynasty, and the people who marched thousands of miles have not yet returned. (Wang Changling: "Out of the Fortress") 8. Write a composition in classical Chinese. Use simplified Chinese characters to describe the scene in 500 words

Modern writing: In late autumn, the desolation of all things makes people feel sad. But the scenery of Bashan has a unique charm in late autumn. Just arrived at Bashan, follow the ancient road and go up the road to reach the top of the mountain. In the middle, the scenery of mountains and rivers is intoxicating, especially in the morning and evening, when the colorful glow surrounds the mountains like colorful neon clothes. When the morning light gradually shines into the clouds and mist, the shapes of the steep rocks and steep mountains in the mountains are revealed. The sounds of birds and animals can gradually be heard in the mountains, and only then do the handsome mountains wake up. The autumn wind travels through the mountains, blowing the mist and glow, just like the jade hands of a beautiful woman washing the colorful clothes in the mountains and pulling away the sand and fog in the mountains. After the fog dissipated, I saw the bleak autumn leaves dyeing the mountains and fields golden yellow. I admire the beauty of Bashan in autumn, but I can’t help but feel sad when I think that even though the mountains are so beautiful, they have finally entered the withering season. I looked at the autumn scenery in the mountains again, and saw that the cold autumn water sensed my sadness and incorporated it into my heart, and the bleak trees caught my sadness and frowned.

It turns out that this is what people call autumn sadness. Although the mountains are beautiful, people often feel sad for the beautiful things that are about to pass away, so people feel sad for autumn. This feeling is integrated into the autumn scenery. Therefore, the desolation of autumn and the sorrow of autumn are revealed again. Only now do I understand that in this world, the most easily infected thing is not other things, but human emotions. Whether it is mountains or hard rocks, emotions can penetrate into it, and it is stronger than water.

Classical Chinese: In late autumn, everything becomes desolate and worries arise. However, the scenery of Bashan Mountain (if you want to write other mountains, change the name yourself) has a unique charm. When I first arrived at Bashan, I followed the ancient road and reached the top. The scenery of the mountains is intoxicating, and in the morning and evening, the colorful glow and neon clothes surround it. As the morning light gradually fades into the clouds and mist, the shape of steep rocks and mountains gradually appears. Then I heard the sounds of birds and animals in the mountains, and Junshan woke up. The autumn wind walks in the mountains, blowing the mist and blowing the clouds, like a beautiful woman's jade hands wearing colorful clothes. The fog disperses and the clouds disappear, and you can see the fallen trees in autumn dyeing the beautiful mountains into gold. I feel the autumn scenery of Bashan, but when I recall it, although it is a fantastic scenery, it has already faded into the season, and sadness arises from this. The next time I looked at the autumn scenery in the mountains, I felt sad and sad when I saw the cold water, and the slender trees raised their eyebrows with sadness. This is what is called the sadness of autumn. Although the mountains are beautiful, most people are saddened by the perishable beauty, so they are sad for autumn. This feeling is integrated into the autumn colors, so the desolation of autumn and the sadness of autumn are present. I began to realize what thing in the world is most susceptible to contamination by other things. This thing is called love. Even though the mountains are made of solid rocks, they can still seep through them and are stronger than water. 9. Write an 80-word ancient essay on Mount Tai.

On a sunny morning, we came to the foot of Mount Tai and prepared to climb the mountain.

When we went up the mountain, everyone didn’t know much about the scenery on the mountain, so Dad hired a tour guide. Introducing the spirit of Dete: Mount Tai stands majestically on the land of Qilu with "the posture of reaching up to the sky and the power of holding up the sky and holding the sun". It is 1545 meters above sea level and is known as the first of the Five Mountains... To be honest, I can't wait to climb Mount Tai right away. .

Let’s take a bus to Zhongtianmen first. Along the way, some people held on to the railings and struggled to climb up; some held crutches and moved with difficulty; others climbed for a while and rested, breathing heavily as they walked... The towering trees beside the road were lush and green. Depressed, green and tall; the mountains in the distance are rolling; white clouds float freely, surrounded by towering peaks and steep cliffs.

It is said that it is very difficult to climb Shibapan. We also took our grandparents with us. Our grandparents are old and have inconvenient legs and feet, so we took the cableway from Zhongtianmen to Nantianmen. The route of the ropeway looks very steep, and the ropeway looks like a small house. Yes, the tour guide said that this road was built more than 30 years ago.

Sitting on it and looking down, it looks like a deep canyon below, but there are small trees growing on the bare stone mountain, standing on the mountain like the guards of Mount Tai; tourists are like Small colorful dots are scattered on the ribbon. This section of the road looks very difficult and dangerous. I heard from the tour guide that there are 200 stone steps in each set, which are almost vertical. How can I climb this? This got me thinking.

Standing on the Nantianmen and enjoying the magnificent mountain scenery, Mount Tai is indeed the first of the five mountains. The scenery of Mount Tai is so beautiful, with the peaks looming in the clouds and mist.

The peaks of Mount Tai are so strange. Some of them stand steeply on the horizon, and some of them look like an old man. The scenery in Mount Tai is so ancient, some of it were thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years ago.

It is true that "you will be at the top of the mountain, and you can see all the small mountains." Mount Tai is famous for its ancient name. The scenery above the Nantianmen is the oldest on Mount Tai. There are several small temples about Confucius, but the most The famous one is the small temple dedicated to Grandma Taishan. Most people like to come to this place.

There is a local saying that climbing Mount Tai will ensure safety, but worshiping the old lady of Mount Tai will ensure safety even more. After admiring the beautiful scenery, we went down the mountain along the path.