Spring ancient poetry expanded composition 400 words

1. The ancient poem "Spring Day" was rewritten into a 400-word essay

On a sunny day, I came to Surabaya to visit the beautiful scenery. There are flowers blooming there and the fragrance is fragrant. The mountains in the distance are high and low, looming. A waterfall fell from the sky, just like the title of the poem written by Li Bai, "Flying down three thousand feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way falls from the sky." There is also a small stream at the foot of the mountain. The water is crystal clear and small fish and shrimps are playing in it.

In the distance, a small village is looming, covered by flowers, and the fragrance of flowers is everywhere. Everyone knows that there is a spring breeze, but to really see it, it is through the colorful scene, the small flowers bloom, the grass turns green, and the small trees sprout. . , who woke them up? oh! It turned out that Miss Chun woke them up with her gentle hands!

Spring is here, the spring breeze has blown all the flowers, and the fragrance of flowers is floating everywhere. Only with the spring breeze can we have this boundless beauty! 2. The ancient poem "Spring Day" was rewritten into a 400-word essay

Spring has come belatedly with brisk steps. The migrating swallows flew back from the south to the north, chirping "Spring is coming, spring is coming!"

The grass shyly poked its head out of the soil and asked softly: " Has spring come? Where is spring? "

The willow tree let the wind comb her green hair and said softly, "Who is spring?"

At this time, the jasmine flower proudly said, "Haha, I am spring."

The morning glory blew its trumpet, as if to welcome spring.

Spring has finally arrived. She has green hair, a white face, and clothes made of flowers.

Spring says to the flowers: "Children, spring is you, you are beautiful spring!" 3. Write a 400-word essay on the ancient poem "Spring Game"

In the poem "Spring"

When I was a child, my grandfather was a teacher and always taught me to recite ancient poems word for word. It's strange when I see my grandfather reading poetry. He always shakes his head while reading poetry, and his voice is still ups and downs. I asked my grandfather why, and he laughed loudly and said: "You can read the poem and shake your head at the same time, so that you can read the charm of the poem." At that time, I didn't know what the charm of the poem was, so I just nodded with a vague understanding.

I still remember the first Tang poem I read and the first Tang poem I could recite was "Spring Dawn". I think the first time I became friends with "Spring Dawn" must have started in spring. "You can't wake up to dawn in the spring, but you can hear the singing of birds everywhere." I asked my grandfather what "hearing the singing of birds" meant. Grandpa said that smelling means listening. When you get up every morning, don't you often hear the chirping of birds? This is "sounding the singing bird". Oh, got it.

I read them one by one like this, and read a lot of poems describing spring. "The wildfire never burns out, but the spring breeze blows it again." Oh, I understand this poem. Groups of wildfires are burning the weeds, but they can't burn them all and still leave roots. When the spring breeze blows, the weeds are reborn. "The country is broken and the mountains and rivers are still there, but the city is full of grass and trees." I also understand these two sentences. I don't like this scene. The country is broken. Although the mountains and rivers are still the same, the city is full of weeds and the streets are full of wild trees. I read: "The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again?" A light ink picture appeared in front of me. The poet also used a questioning sentence in the last sentence, which made me imagine a picture of "the bright moon" The scene of "take care of me and return it" shows how much the poet Wang Anshi misses his homeland!

There is a poem "Spring Day" by Zhu Xi: "The glorious sun seeks the fragrance of the Si River, and the boundless scenery is new for a while. I can easily recognize the east wind, and the colorful colors are always spring." Gradually, I read the poem and read out the charm. Increased a lot of knowledge.

Spring is with me all the way on my poetic journey. It occupies an important position in the poetry I have learned, giving me endless inspiration and feelings, and enabling me to read the charm of poetry. 4. Use spring poems to write an essay about spring. 400 words

I don’t like the heat of summer, the melancholy of autumn, and the indifference of winter, but I don’t like the coldness of winter. I have a soft spot for the warmth of spring.

When spring comes, she seems to be a loving mother. She gently touches the top of the seed's head with her warm hands, letting the seed poke its little head out of the comfortable "bed"; she uses her beautiful Her lips kissed the flowers' cheeks, making them colorful and blooming; she used her slender fingertips to comb the willow tree's hair, letting the willow tree pull out new leaves and shake her beautiful hair; she blew her fragrant breath softly looking at the sky. Let the sky be free of impurities and beautiful.

Spring is here, and she is like a music conductor. She directed the magpies and cuckoos to jump on the branches and sing crisp and melodious songs; she directed the cute little lambs to jump, play and act coquettishly beside the ewe, making the ewe helpless and loving; she directed the little frogs to dance on the lotus leaves. She danced to her heart's content, showed off her musical talents, and screamed loudly; she directed the small fish to swim around in the water, and slapped the water rhythmically with her tail.

Spring is here, and she looks like an oil painter.

She turned the silvery white world into a colorful world; she turned the budding blue flower bones into pink peach blossoms grinning at us; she turned a piece of The monotonous, bare brown land turned into patches of green and lovely rice seedlings; she turned the silvery seeds into golden and fragrant rapeseed flowers. 5. Rewrite an ancient poem describing spring into a prose

"Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake" - Bai Juyi

North of Gushan Temple and west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low. In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud. The random flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves. My favorite lake is the east side of the lake, with its green trees and white sand embankment.

Rewrite the prose:

After a plate of spring rolls and two scrambled eggs with Chinese toon, Yuan Zhen and I drank a bucket of fine wine each. Taking advantage of the wine, we headed to Gushan Temple.

The muddy paths are slippery as we step on them, and the crispy taste of succulents already in the air becomes even more intense. When he raised his eyes, Gushan Temple was already close to him. A burst of solemn Buddhist music floated in, making me feel a bit solemn. However, Lao Yuan, who did not like Amitofu, pulled me towards the path leading to Jia Ting.

West Lake, for thousands of years, has always been like a passionate and poetic girl, with boundless spring water in her eyes. Jia Ting is on the bank of the West Lake, like a passionate scholar, guarding his lover, Xizi. It was an early spring day. The clouds were low and overcast, curling up one by one, lazily unfurling at the end of the day. And the waves of Xizi are also as high and as colorful as the low hanging clouds in the extreme distance.

Resting on the wooden fence of Jia Ting for a short while, I looked at the poplars, willows, and apricot trees in the west of the pavilion, as well as the bright yellow and green miscellaneous trees far and near, high and low, and the filling The soft and lush flowers and grass in the gap between this tree and that tree made me feel a little bit intoxicated. Unable to stand still, I held on to the carved pillars in the pavilion. At this time, several yellow warblers that had left their nests early were flying and quarreling, chasing each other out of the trees, and disappeared in a flash.

Looking back to the north of the pavilion, there is a farmhouse there, and a few swallows that may live there are chirping on the eaves of the pavilion, with pieces of fresh soil in their mouths. The east side of the pavilion is even more intoxicating: there are flowers that are dazzling the eyes, and the tall branches are spreading, which makes our eyes gradually become confused. A brisk horse came from the flowers. The grass on the ground was shallow, just enough to cover the horse's hooves.

Looking up at the West Lake shaded by green trees farther away, with weeping poplars and shining white sand, it is truly a good place in spring. Faced with this situation, the awe-inspiring poetry in my heart was like the spring tide of the Qiantang River, surging unstoppably and bursting out all at once. 6. Expansion of ancient poems describing scenes 300

Expansion of "Ode to the Willows" He Zhizhang It's March in spring, and the spring scenery is intoxicating.

One day, the poet He Zhizhang was recuperating at home and felt quite depressed, so he asked Li Bai to chat. He Zhizhang was in a particularly comfortable mood because he had to get together with his friends to relieve his worries. Along the way, he hummed a tune and enjoyed the road The scenery on the side, with green grass, green leaves, and gorgeous flowers, is really refreshing. Halfway through, He Zhizhang's eyes suddenly lit up, and he couldn't help but exclaimed: "What a beautiful willow forest!" So he slowed down and began to appreciate it slowly.

I saw microwaves on the clear lake, and clever little swallows flying close to the lake for a while, rushing to the other side, and jumping into the air for a while, so happy. Pairs of mandarin ducks are chasing and playing in the water. The willow trees on the shore are like jasper, bright and intoxicating green, and the pointed willow buds are like elves just cut out with scissors. The willow branches hang down gently like ribbons.

The breeze blew by, and the hair-like branches swayed lightly in the wind. He Zhizhang was intoxicated.

Suddenly, an inspiration flashed in his mind, and he turned his witticism into a poem: "The jasper is as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. I wonder who cuts out the thin leaves? The spring breeze in February is like scissors."

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After chanting, he stopped again and quickly wrote down this swan song of spring in his notebook. After finishing the book, he recited it repeatedly and felt that the poem was quite good. When the true meaning was still not finished, he suddenly remembered his appointment with Li Bai and thought, why don't I use this poem to have a drink with brother Li Bai? He reluctantly left this beautiful scenery. 7. How to rewrite the ancient poem "Spring Day" into a composition

Today, the sun is shining brightly, the breeze is warm, and the footsteps of "Spring Girl" are getting closer and closer. It is really a good time for an outing! I came to the edge of Surabaya excitedly.

Looking around, the breath of spring is blowing against my face. The green mountains and green waters in the distance are not like the forests in autumn, nor are they as depressing as in winter. It was refreshing green, thriving... I picked up a small stone and threw it into the water. The surface of the water, as calm as a mirror, rippled in circles, like big records.

In the green water as clear as a large emerald, small fish are chasing and playing, some are hiding in the cracks of the rocks, some are hiding in the water plants, and a group of tadpoles as small as commas are playing drawing games. , some are painting famous paintings by famous painters with their friends, some are painting Zheng Banqiao's paintings with their friends, and some are painting Picasso's paintings. Don't underestimate them, they paint decently. I couldn't help but be intoxicated by it.

The willow tree by the lake hangs down its green branches, like a spring girl's hair blowing in the wind, like a mother's hand stroking me, so comfortable! There are also those bright flowers, red like fire, pink like clouds, white like snow, the colorful flowers are so beautiful, the whole garden is fragrant, as long as people walk in, she will be intoxicated by the fragrance. , lying happily among the flowers, it is really "everything is always spring"! Look at the butterflies and bees lingering among the flowers. Adults and children were all taking a walk. While walking, they exclaimed: "How beautiful spring is!". 8. Spring Ouchi’s poetic poem is expanded to 400 words

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You can refer to the two articles here, I hope they can be helpful to you!

Model 1

It’s the bright spring season again, and I went to the countryside to relax.

There are faint white clouds floating in the sky, looking from a distance like sections of fluttering white silk. The breeze blew in front of me, like a child's soft little hands caressing my cheek. The sun approaching noon was emitting warm rays, which shone warmly on my body.

I walked in the willow forest. The thick willow trees are like huge open umbrellas, and like strong girls dancing gracefully, with their waterfall-like hair swaying in the spring breeze. The colorful flowers on both sides of the road waved to me, and seemed to nod to me. Unconsciously, I boarded the stone bridge in the forest. Standing on the bridge and looking around, white clouds, breeze, sunshine, flowers, and willow trees form what a colorful spring scene!

At this time, I remembered the scene of playing with my friends in my hometown when I was young. I was completely intoxicated by this pleasant scenery. There were passers-by in twos and threes in the distance pointing at me. They don't know how happy and comfortable I feel! I seemed to hear some of them talking about me: "Look at him, he is so old, and he is still busy and playing around like a child!" How did they know that I was intoxicated by this beautiful scenery!

Many years later, I still have fresh memories of this spring outing. Whenever I think about this incident, I feel deep nostalgia for my hometown!

Model Essay 2

On a sunny spring day, the fragrance of flowers led me out of the study, and followed the fragrance to the suburbs.

There are a few wisps of white clouds floating in the blue sky. The light white clouds are like white sand and light smoke. They float to the east and west, like a dream. The warm spring breeze blew over my cheek, gently and softly, like a mother's hand caressing you. The grass stretched its head out from the ground, swaying left and right, as if saying hello to everyone. In the wilderness, the ground is covered with colorful flowers, red, yellow, and purple. They are gorgeous and colorful, and the fragrance of the flowers is overflowing. Wandering among them, you will feel refreshed and refreshed.

Near noon, I basked in the warm sunshine and strolled towards a willow tree that had just sprouted its young leaves. The willow branches swayed in the spring breeze, gently caressing my face. Birds show off their clear throats and sing melodious tunes among the treetops. Walking along the weeping willow, before I knew it, I came to the river. The newly melted river was crystal clear. The breeze blew, and ripples appeared on the river. In the clear river water, small fish were playing happily.

Wandering among the green trees and flowers, I was completely intoxicated by the gorgeous scenery. Not to mention how comfortable I feel! But others say that I am imitating those teenagers who wander around and be lazy. hehe! How do they know my mood at this time? Only I know my happiness! 9. A 400-word essay on spring scenery quoting famous passages from ancient poems

Spring is here, spring is here! All things on the earth wake up in the continuous spring rain.

Spring has come to the park. The grass poked its head out, tender and green, as if it had laid a green carpet on the earth. The willow trees sprouted, swaying their long green braids in the spring breeze. The peach blossoms are blooming, some are red and some are pink, like beautiful smiling faces. The winter jasmine flowers are also in bloom, and the yellow flowers are dotted with green branches and leaves. Some of the beautiful tulips are in full bloom, like wine glasses, and some are still in bloom, just in bud!

Looking at such a beautiful spring, how could the animals not be moved? Egrets spread their wings happily in the wisps of spring light, warblers sang casually on the branches, and sparrows chirped, flying in groups from one tree to another. Bees shuttled among the flowers, butterflies fluttered in the spring breeze... Of course, there were a few guys singing: "We are pests, we are pests..." and running around, shouting about doing bad things. But what can these guys do? If they dare to destroy this beautiful spring scenery, will everything let them go?

There is almost a drop of crystal clear water on every leaf. Like a long waterfall, spring is written on the buds of the tree. Many young willows have grown on the weeping willow branches beside the lake. The green leaves above are shiny green. Full of vitality, it seems to be showing its own strength, adding a new green to the elegant spring. The camphor trees also sprouted green buds, and some even sprouted green leaves. How lush and prosperous they were! What kind of green it is, green, green, vivid, lovely, and full of vitality! However, just a few beautiful words are far from summarizing all its connotations.

Spring is a beautiful season. It drives away the cold and wind and rain in winter, and brings beautiful scenery and bright sunshine. 10. A 400~500-word essay rewriting what you see in ancient poetry

——Rewriting what you see 1

In the evening of summer, the sun sets in the west, and the rays of light on the horizon are no longer so bright. Dazzling, soft and beautiful they are. The red sun is like the blushing face of a little girl. The clouds in the sky are colorful, fiery red, golden, silver gray, resembling fairy silk. Wisps of residual light shine on the sparkling lake, flickering like a layer of broken gold.

In the field, looking around, there is a lush green field. The rice ears are bent over, and a breeze blows, and they dance happily. On the country roads beside the fields, the small wild flowers are colorful, red, yellow, pink... extremely bright. The large branches are lush and leafy, which can block the torture of the scorching sun. The rivers are winding, the water is crystal clear, and groups of small fish are jumping back and forth. Smoke curled up from the kitchen, and every household was cooking.

A crisp and sweet singing voice came. It turned out to be a swarthy, leisurely and contented little shepherd boy. He wears a straw hat and a red coat, and has a pair of big, clever eyes. He was riding on the back of the bull, his little muddy feet dangling casually. The old scalper mooed, as if accompanying the little shepherd boy! A burst of cicada chirping reached the little shepherd boy's ears, and his singing stopped suddenly. He gently pulled the rope, and the old scalper stopped. The little shepherd boy searched around with his clever eyes, and suddenly a cicada appeared in front of him. in sight. The little shepherd boy jumped off the cow's back in surprise and was ready to catch the cicada. The poet Yuan Mei saw this interesting scene. When he returned home, he picked up his pen and wrote this ancient poem "What He Sees" that has been passed down to this day:

The shepherd boy rides the ox, and his singing shakes the forest. He wanted to catch the chirping cicada, but suddenly he stood up with his mouth closed.

——What I saw in the ancient poem was rewritten into composition 2

It was a summer evening. The fiery red sun had hidden behind the mountains, and the clouds dyed the sky red. The clouds cleared, the fishermen rocked their boats, called it a day and went home.

At this time, a crisp singing sound came from the depths of the trees. How loud and clear this singing sound was! I saw a shepherd boy riding an old ox coming over. You see, he is wearing a golden bamboo hat, a pair of big black eyes, and a bright smile on his chubby face. He is sitting on the back of the cow, and his little feet are swinging happily. So lively and cute. The old scalper cried "moo", seeming to be praising the shepherd boy for his beautiful song!

The shepherd boy was singing happily when a crisp chirping of cicadas came from a nearby willow tree. The sound of cicadas interrupted the shepherd boy's beautiful and loud singing. He stopped singing and listened carefully.

The shepherd boy's desire to catch cicadas arose spontaneously. He patted the scalper and pointed at the cicada on the tree. The old scalper understood the idea and carefully approached the cicada with slow speed and gentle steps. near.

Close, close, only one step away from the cicada. But the cicada has not felt the danger yet, and still shows off its beautiful singing voice "knowingly". The shepherd boy slowly stood up from the cow's back, and gently approached the cicada with his hands. It was too late, but soon, the shepherd boy put his hands forward, and the cicada made a "squeak" sound, and it became the treasure of the shepherd boy.

The shepherd boy jumped off the cow's back with a "chirp", exposed his hands to a thin slit, and said with a smile: "Hahaha, who asked you to compete with me in singing, now you will suffer!" How could the cicada of the time just surrender and give up? It kept shouting and struggling in the hands of the shepherd boy, but even so, it was still to no avail.

The shepherd boy smiled, jumped on the back of the cow, and started on his way home.