The first volume of the fourth grade of primary school:

1, the title of Xilin wall

Author: Song Sushi

Seen from the side of the ridge, it becomes a mountain peak.

The distance is different.

I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain,

Just because I'm in this mountain.

Translation of vernacular Chinese:

Seen from the front and side, Lushan Mountain is undulating and peaks stand tall. Seen from afar, near, high and low, Lushan Mountain presents various appearances. The reason why I can't recognize the true face of Lushan Mountain is because I am in Lushan Mountain.

2. Visit Shanxi Village

Author: Song

The farmer's wine is muddy,

Enough chickens and dolphins in the first half of the year.

The rivers and mountains may change, but not one's essential nature

There is also a village.

Translation of vernacular Chinese:

Don't laugh at the muddy wine brewed in the twelfth lunar month. In Fengshou Island, hospitality dishes are very rich.

The mountains overlap and the water twists and turns. I'm afraid there is no way out. Suddenly, a mountain village appeared in front of me.

Creation background: This poem was written in the early spring of the third year (1 167) in Song Xiaozong, and Lu You was at home.

3. Yellow Crane Tower-Meng Haoran's farewell on his way to Yangzhou

Author: Tang Libai

My old friend resigned from the Yellow Crane Tower,

Fireworks fell in Yangzhou in March.

Lonely sails, distant shadows, blue sky,

Only the Yangtze River flows in the sky.

Translation of vernacular Chinese:

My friend waved goodbye to me at the Yellow Crane Tower. He will go to Yangzhou in sunny March.

His sail shadow gradually disappeared into the blue sky, only to see the rolling Yangtze River rushing in the horizon.

Creative background: The Yellow Crane Tower Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou is a work of Li Baiqiang during his tour of Sichuan. Li Bai is a poet who loves nature and likes to make friends. He is "according to a constant habit in my life". He traveled all his life in wandering and wandering, and his footprints spread all over the Central Plains, leaving many works praising the beauty of nature and friendship.

4. When seeing Yuan Er off, Anxi

Author: Tang

Weicheng is drizzling,

The guest rooms are green and willow.

I advise you to drink more wine,

The sun shines in the west for no reason.

Translation of vernacular Chinese:

Just after a shower in the morning, the acropolis felt dust and humidity, the air was fresh and the hotel was greener. Let's have another farewell drink, my friend. You know, it's hard to see old friends outside the Buddhist paradise.

Creation background: This poem was written by Wang Wei when he sent his friends to the northwest frontier. The title of the poem is also called "Farewell", which was later composed by musicians and named "Three Layers in Yangguan", also known as "Weicheng Qu". About before the Anshi Rebellion.

The story of ancient poetry in the second and fourth grade composition is really interesting.

It was noon when weeding, and sweat dripped down the soil. Who knows the hard work of Chinese food on the plate?

In summer, a farmer came to the field early in the morning. He was wearing a broken straw hat, rags and barefoot, and he was weeding and loosening the soil in the crop field with a hoe. The sun rises, the red-hot sun scorches the earth, and the soil is dry and hard. Farmers are still trying to weed. Unconsciously, the sun has been high in the sky. The farmer is tired and hungry. How much he wants to have a rest. However, when he looked up, he saw a large field overgrown with weeds. He thought of his family's life for a year, and he must continue to work hard. Sweat as big as soybeans trickled down his cheeks and into the soil under the crops. Autumn came, and farmers finally got a bumper harvest and food through hard work. However, who would think of every grain in the bowl when eating? Especially those parasites who eat and drink for nothing, spoil the food as soon as they eat. Where would you think of this food, how many farmers sweat!

Write a 350-word composition of ancient poems and stories in the third and fourth grades.

Learn ancient poems and make up stories.

Rowing peacefully

In early summer, the poet Yang Wanli came to Anren County, Hunan Province. One day, he went for a walk by the river. Seen from a distance, he is surrounded by mountains, foggy and light green. Green bamboo forests, sparkling rivers and reflected shade make up a beautiful landscape painting. Everything is so calm and beautiful. A cool breeze blew, which suddenly made people feel refreshed and relaxed.

Suddenly there came the sound of children frolicking. The poet stopped and saw a fishing boat rowing slowly. Two boys aged seven or eight struggled to paddle. The murmur of the river, the chirping of birds in the trees and the laughter of children broke the silence just now, like a band playing beautiful light music, and the poet closed his eyes and listened. It's really pleasant.

The breeze blew, and the conversation between the two children reached the poet's ear. He opened his eyes and saw that two children might be tired of rowing. One of them said, "why don't we put down the mast and paddle!" " Another child was puzzled and asked, "Why? If you put down the paddle, the boat will stop for a while! " The first child said, "When I saw a big ship moving forward, I always hung a big cloth on it and said it was a sail. It didn't take much effort to make the ship go faster, so let's build a sail!" "But we don't have such a big cloth on board. How can I make a sail? " The second child asked. The first child said confidently, "Don't worry, I have my own way. Don't we have a big umbrella on board? " ? We can spread the umbrella and use it as a sail! The second child said doubtfully, "Oh, it's a good idea, but will it work?" The first child said, "I'll show you." "

So the two children unfolded the big umbrella and held it high. At this time, a strong wind blew and ripples appeared on the water. The ship rushed forward like a calf. The two children cheered and clapped each other, and a silvery laughter reached the poet's ears, and the poet smiled with relief.

Back home, Yang Wanli was full of poetry. What a lovely child! He marveled at the children's infinite whimsy and even more at their persistent spirit. He wrote a poem in one breath:

Rowing peacefully

[Song] Yang Wanli

One-leaf fishing boat, two children,

The pole is in the boat.

It's strange to have an umbrella without rain.

It's not covering your head, it's creating wind.

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Write a composition with ancient poems, grade four.

One morning, Luo was walking in the garden. He went to the small pavilion beside the pond and wanted to have a rest. Suddenly, he saw the big white goose playing in the water, which was very beautiful against the lotus. Little goldfish swam around them, as if to say to two big white geese, "Let's be friends!" " "The king was fascinated.

Two big white geese bent their long necks as if singing to the sky. Even Wang wants to sing a song for him. These two big white geese, with bright white fur, look particularly nice against the green lake. The red webbed palms are so bright in the sun, and the lake is shining. Wang stood by the fence of the pavilion, his chin resting in the water, thinking: This big white goose is really beautiful, with white and clean feathers, a thin and long neck and red webbed palms.

Goose song

In the fourth grade, Wu made up an excellent story with an ancient poem, an excellent story of about 460 words.

Once upon a time, in a small village in the south, there was a crystal clear stream that kept flowing and surrounded the whole village. All kinds of small fish and shrimps live in this stream, which is very beautiful.

In the place where this stream passes, there is a short thatched cottage, simple and ordinary. Lush grass grows by the stream, one after another, and the grass is green. This scene is like laying a green carpet on the floor. In this humble thatched cottage, there is an old man and an old woman with gray hair, sitting on a stool with a bottle of wine on the table. While drinking, the two old people talked about their homeliness, and the children and their interesting stories were related to Wu Ruanyin. Their happy laughter came from time to time in the room.

Their children are doing their own thing: the eldest son is weeding with a hoe in the bean field east of the stream. In order to ensure the growth of bean seedlings, he is busy watering and fertilizing. In the hot summer, the weeds have been removed, and the bean sprouts sway with the wind, as if nodding to thank him. He bowed his head and bent down for a while, and he was not idle for a moment. Sweat rolled down my face and fell on the bean sprouts. Seeing the gratifying growth of these bean sprouts, he shook off the sweat on his face and showed a gratified smile on his face; The second son sat down in front of the door, cross-legged and absorbed in knitting the chicken coop. Look how handy he is. The henhouse is thin and dense, which is both beautiful and practical. I'm sure I can get a good price when I go to the market tomorrow. The two old people love their youngest son, seven or eight years old, with a bun on his head and two dimples on his chubby face. Look, he is peeling the lotus by the stream, peeling it and putting it in his mouth to taste. You can see from the smile on his face that this lotus must be delicious. Otherwise, how could he peel one lotus after another so intently? Even the croaking of hens after laying eggs didn't attract him.

There are 200 children in the fourth grade in the story composition in the ancient poem Lu.

Stories in ancient poems

A long time ago, there was such a story.

One evening, as night falls, the wind gently blows on the face, which makes people feel particularly comfortable. The scenery in the mountain village is really beautiful! The vast grassland is covered with green weeds. Listen carefully, there is a shepherd boy's melodious flute in the evening breeze. Although the shepherd boy is tired after grazing for a day, you see that he is so happy. I saw him humming a ditty while playing the flute, and he went home happily.

The shepherd boy is full, and it's getting late. After dinner, he didn't do anything, not even taking off his hemp fibers, so he lay in the open air to rest on a moonlit night.

The shepherd boy looked at the beautiful starry sky on a moonlit night, stared alone, counted the stars in the sky, recalled what happened during the day, and gradually fell asleep. Look! He seems to have had a sweet dream, with a smile on his mouth, so pure and sweet!

"Qi" is a classic story of Chinese studies, the first volume of the fourth grade composition 150 words.

On that day in Tomb-Sweeping Day last year, my mother and I both cried. As we all know, Tomb-Sweeping Day is a festival to remember ancestors and sweep graves. There is nothing strange about crying, but we have special reasons.

That happened when I went to the grave on 20 12. That day, we got up early and went to the backyard to go to the grave. When I came back from the grave, the sad thing was like a bolt from the blue-my seriously ill bedridden sister drove Hexi away. Knowing this, I burst into tears. For a few days, my whole family was in Lacrimosa.

Later, our uncle who lived in the city also knew. They arrived at my home by car and my cousin came back. I dragged him to the backyard and cried to him about everything. Cousin also cried loudly. After a long time, my cousin said, "Don't cry, my sister is ill, which is a relief for her." I want to drive a little, don't cry. "I listened to, nodded and said," yes. Now that she has left, we should see her off. Let's go, or it will be late. " After that, my brother and I went to see my sister off.

In this way, whenever my mother thinks of my sister, she will cry for a while. A few days later, a little better. Tomb-Sweeping Day is coming again this year. When I think of the past, I can't help but burst into tears.

This is really a great tragedy of life!

Ba is an ancient poetry story with 450 words.

Reading ancient poems and making up stories: Meng Jiao misses his mother.

During the Dezong period of the Tang Dynasty, Meng Jiao was appointed as the county magistrate of Liyang, Jiangsu. One night, he was reading in the study. After reading for a while, he felt a little tired, so he stood up and went to the window. At this time, the bright moon is in the sky outside the window, and the night breeze is blowing gently. He looked up at the bright moon and was homesick.

Looking back on my decades of studying hard at a cold window, I didn't become a scholar and a small county magistrate until I was in my fifties. In these decades, how much effort the old mother has paid for herself! Every time I go to Beijing to catch the exam, my white-haired old mother is always busy before going out, preparing luggage for herself. Especially the night before I went out, my mother sat under the dim oil lamp and sewed clothes for herself stitch by stitch. While sewing, my mother whispered, "sew more stitches and sew more closely, which will be strong and durable." Take care of yourself when you go out, come back early, and don't let your mother miss you at home ... "At that time, listening to her mother's warm words and looking at her wrinkled face and frosty white hair, Meng Jiao felt sad in his heart and his eyes were moist ... He deeply felt how great maternal love was, as warm as the spring sunshine.

Meng jiao thought of here, a * * * echoed in the chest. Before he returned to the case just visible, he wrote:

The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.

Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.

Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?

There are 500 children in the fourth grade in the story composition in the ancient poem "Nine".

"Now, close to my village, I dare not ask a question when I meet people" is a story about Song meeting the king.

Luo, a poet in the early Tang Dynasty, participated in opposing Wu Zetian, but failed to do so. He had to remain anonymous and become a monk.

On this day, a young tourist came to Lingyin Temple in Hangzhou. That's Song Wenzhi. In the evening, Song walked along the corridor between the temples and saw the bright moon in the sky and the ups and downs of wild mountains. He was full of poetry. He sang two sentences, "The vulture ridge died and the Dragon Palace was lonely", which was meaningful, but the following two sentences could not be picked up at the moment. At the end of the corridor, Song suddenly saw an old monk meditating. He stepped forward to say hello. The old monk raised his eyes and said, "I have two words-",so he sang slowly, "Watch the sea day from the building and listen to the tide in Zhejiang." After hearing this, Song was deeply moved.

Song went back to his room and savored the old monk's two witticisms. Early the next morning, he hurried to visit the old monk, but he was nowhere to be found. Wandering in despair, a young monk passed by, and Song hurried forward to ask. The monk said, "Oh, he is King Robin."

Song was exiled by the imperial court to Luoding County, Guangdong Province, and then secretly fled back to his hometown from there. This poem was written when he passed the Han River on his way to escape, and his feelings were sincere.

Being exiled to Guangdong not only led a hard life, but also got no news from home. This situation lasted for a long time. The words "broken" and "complex" are well used, which shows the poet's pain of being isolated in Guangdong.

The last two sentences describe the ambivalence of a fugitive when he approaches his hometown: on the one hand, the poet misses his family day and night, on the other hand, he is always worried that his family will suffer misfortune because of his own ties. Moreover, the closer this ambivalence is to his hometown, the stronger it becomes, which makes the poet particularly afraid of meeting acquaintances and fearing that his fears will come true.

This poem describes the development of psychological contradictions of the ancients in the special environment of exile. Readers can understand the poet's mood. This expression can be felt, emotional and thought-provoking.

"Now, when I am near my village and meet people, I dare not ask any questions." This sentence is widely circulated in later generations.

The Story Composition of "Remembering" in Ancient Poetry —— Reading "In the Heron Building" in Grade Four

Stories in Ancient Poetry —— In Heron Villa

The sun sets slowly on the mountain, and the surging Yellow River flows to the magnificent sea. If you want to see the farther scenery, you must climb to a higher height!