Who has a shorter poem 100 words is more famous with imitation and summary appreciation 5

Xi Murong "A Blossoming Tree".

How to make you meet me.

In my most beautiful moments.

for this. I have been praying before the Buddha for 500 years.

Pray to the Buddha for us to form a relationship with the earth.

The Buddha turned me into a tree.

Grow by the side of the road that you must pass.

Under the sun. It is full of flowers carefully.

The flowers are the hope of my past life.

When you approach. Please listen carefully.

That trembling leaf.

It's the enthusiasm I was waiting for.

And when you finally walk by in defiance.

Falling to the ground behind you.

Friends. That's not petals.

That's my withered heart.

Appreciation: The soul of poetry lies in love, and poetry is true to love. Xi Murong's "A Flowering Tree" shows a young girl's heart of spring with sincerity and shock.

Dai Wangshu, "Rain Alley".

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone.

It's long, long.

And lonely rain alley, I hope to meet.

A clove-like.

A girl with a grudge.

She has the color of cloves, the fragrance of lilacs, the sorrow of lilacs, lamenting in the rain, complaining and hesitating;

She wandered in this lonely rainy alley, holding an oil-paper umbrella like me, silently like mechù) is cold, desolate, and melancholy.

She silently approached, approached, and threw again.

Tai Xi general vision.

She floated like a dream, like a dream.

It's like floating in a dream.

A lilac, this girl floated beside me;

She silently walked away, far away, to the fence wall of decadence (pǐ), and walked through this rainy alley.

In the lamentation of the rain, her color was dissipated, her fragrance was scattered, and even hers was dissipated.

The eyes of the breath.

Lilac-like melancholy.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone.

It's long, long.

Another lonely rainy alley, I hope to float through.

A clove-like.

A girl with a grudge.

Appreciation: The projection of the darkness of reality and the disillusionment of ideals in the poet's mind. A good lyric poem should be the crystallization of artistic beauty.

It transcends time. and the limitations of space to evoke people's aesthetic feelings. Dai Wangshu's "Rain Alley" is such a beautiful lyric poem.

Yu Chun is like the last stroke of the painter, when the first wisp of spring breeze caresses the cheeks, I feel all the changes in an instant. The agile posture is like a soft ballerina, carefully touching the toes, little by little, dotting the green trees and red flowers all over the hillside, waking up the gurgling water of the mountain stream, breaking the sound of birdsong in the woods, and intoxicating every soft heart. The spring breeze carries hope and longing, and it is the removal of the coat that is heavily wrapped in the harsh winter that it will be so light.

Mixed with the spring rain pouring out of the window, after a long-lost fragrance, I don't feel that there will be a trace of emotion slightly poured into my heart, which is the unknown emotion brought by the spring breeze, which is greedy and fascinating. The spring breeze dances, sixteen people and infinite reverie hope. Yu XiaWhen the air was slightly heavy for people, Xia came silently.

The summer wind and the temperature of the sun give it a dull feeling. The wind is like a jazz dancer, slightly slow but still addictive. Under the baptism of spring, the pampered little trees are maturing day by day, and in such a violent season, the wind caresses slightly, mischievously burrowing into every crevice of the tree, making the leaves laugh after being tickled, and the annoying cicada chirping, which stretches endlessly in this summer afternoon, until the evening sky is flushed, and a strange smell enters the nose - the evaporating liquid of plants and the summer shadow on the surface of the earth, will feel the comfort of summer.

The summer breeze dances in the collision of chasing and waiting. In autumn and winter, there are too many commonalities. The only difference is probably the change in temperature.

The wind began to blow in these two seasons, like a passionate rumba, showing his flying presence. He danced proudly on the yellowing leaves, playfully shaking off all the leaves. Perhaps he is also an aesthete, and he understands that the falling leaves will add a lot of color to his dance.

He danced and danced, tired of dancing, and slept in the branches, until he woke up and saw the satisfied expressions of the people's harvest, and he was even more proud, until at last one day his pride had died out of all his foils, leaving behind a bare branch. At this time, no one felt his beauty and touching anymore. He roared furiously, mixed with flying snowflakes.

Angry, really angry! But she never despaired, still waiting for the moment when the moving ballet** sounded again. The wind dances with this remarkable dance and realizes a dream about the four seasons!

On a sunny morning, a man in a robe and a showman hat stood on a small boat and was watching the beautiful scenery in front of him. This person is the famous Tang Dynasty poet Li Bai. Suddenly, there was a sound of singing on the shore, and then Li Bai's good friend Wang Lun appeared.

Li Bai saw Wang Lun and immediately walked up to meet him. Wang Lun patted Li Bai on the shoulder and said, "Why are you quietly leaving without even saying hello, if I hadn't found out earlier, I'm afraid I wouldn't have seen you now."

Li Bai said embarrassedly: "I am a person who values brotherly affection, and I don't want to see my brother feel sad about the departure of my younger brother, so I wrote a parting letter to you, who knew that you found out so early." After Wang Lun heard this, he hurriedly grabbed Li Bai and said

Brother Li Bai, why did you leave so quickly, why don't you rest at the younger brother's house for a few more days, Brother Li Bai, are you appreciating it? Li Bai was embarrassed and said: "It's not that I don't appreciate the light, but I have stayed at my brother's house for many days, and you are so hospitable, I am embarrassed to stay any longer."

Wang Lun still refused to give up, and hurriedly said: "Brother Li Bai, you have nothing to do at home anyway, let's stay at my house for a few more days!" Wang Lun saw that Li Bai still hadn't made a decision, so he continued, "Is there something that the little brother can't take care of?"

Or brother, do you have something unspeakable? Li Bai saw that Wang Lun had misunderstood what he meant, and hurriedly replied: "It's not your fault, you still have to blame me if you're wrong."

Whoever called me a man who likes to travel around and thus developed a habit of calling the world home, I have been at my brother's house for so long, and it is time for me to return. Wang Lun heard Li Bai say this, and a sad look appeared on his face. Li Bai looked at the sky and said

Brother Wang Lun, it's not early now, you better go back, I should leave too. Wang Lun saw that he couldn't keep Li Bai, so he said affectionately: "Okay, then there will be a period in the future So, the two shook hands and said goodbye on the spot.

Li Bai stood on the boat, looked at the amorous Wang Lun, and chanted a poem: "Li Bai was about to go on a boat, and suddenly heard the sound of singing on the shore." The Peach Blossom Lake is thousands of feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun to send me love.

2 Tolerance, like a blooming flower, fragrant throughout the spring; Tolerance, like a dense tree, cooled the whole summer; Tolerance, like a fiery red maple, ignites the whole autumn; Tolerance, like a shocking snow, was silent for the whole winter. A person with tolerance is like having a sea and containing countless rivers; A person who has tolerance is like having a piece of heaven and accommodating countless birds; A tolerant person is like owning a desert surrounded by countless gravels. Tolerance is what everyone needs to have, tolerance is a kind of gentleman's temperament, a kind of gentleman's generosity.

Appreciation of "Tolerance": The author's writing is fluent, the writing is beautiful, and he tells the story eloquently, which demonstrates the importance of tolerance and adds a lot of color to this discussion. The smooth analogy of the sentences is done in one go and is moving.

Imitation: Thanksgiving, like a bright butterfly, dances all over every spring; Thanksgiving, like a cheerful river, moves every summer; Thanksgiving, like a fruitful fruit, rejoices every autumn; Thanksgiving, like an evergreen pine, shakes every winter. People who learn to be grateful are like embracing a blue sky and embracing infinite white clouds; People who learn to be grateful are like embracing a rose, exuding infinite fragrance; People who learn to be grateful are like embracing a big mountain with endless scenery.

Gratitude is something that everyone should learn. Gratitude is a kind of mentality of a achiever, and it is a kind of calmness of a master.

The first two sentences of the poem, "After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late in autumn", is the natural picture scroll of the mountain village after the rain sketched by the poet with a large pen. It's fresh, tranquil, and distant. The word "empty" renders the beauty of the sky high and the clouds light, and all things are ethereal.

How leisurely the poet is to live in seclusion, and the typical environment of the landscape and countryside is depicted in this way, revealing the poet's affection.

The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stone is upstream", the twilight scene, the mountain rain is at the beginning of the day, quiet and leisurely, fresh and pleasant. The pine forest, washed by the rain, is spotless and verdant. "Shine" and "flow", one up and down, one still and one moving, there is movement in stillness, and there is stillness in movement, as if people feel the pulse of nature beating.

At this moment, the poet also seems to feel that he has also been washed away, and the beauty of nature and the beauty of the state of mind are completely integrated, creating a pure poetry that cannot be brought together like a water and moon mirror.

The bamboo noise returns to the raccoon girl, and the lotus moves the fishing boat", these two sentences are the pictures of the activities of the writer - "raccoon girl" and "fisherman". The poet touched the scene and sighed spontaneously: the mountain people wore the moon and rose up casually, such a hard-working, simple and cheerful character is far more clear and pure than the eunuch officialdom.

These details all convey that the poet not only loves the beauty of the scenery here, but also loves the beauty of the people here.

The two sentences at the end of the couplet, "Feel free to rest in spring, the king and grandson can stay", are the poet's feelings. Although the spring is gone, the autumn scenery is better, and I am willing to stay.

After a fresh rain, the green mountains and green valleys become more and more quiet, and the cool breeze is blowing at night, which makes people feel the strong autumn mood. The bright moonlight reflects the pine forest, and the spring water flows through the stones. There were bursts of laughter in the bamboo forest, it turned out to be the return of the laundry girls, the lotus leaves floating, and it was a fishing boat going down the river.

Although the fragrance of spring is long gone, I am intoxicated by the wonderful autumn colors and still yearn to stay forever.

This poem is a famous poem in Wang Wei's landscape poems. After the rain, the environmental characteristics of the autumn mountains are bright and comfortable, fresh and clean, which form the tone of the whole poem. The poetry and painting convey the poet's noble feelings and the pursuit of the ideal realm.

The bright moon and clear spring, the bamboo noise and lotus movement, the raccoon girl returns to the boat, the level is distinct, the cause and effect are clear, and there is sound and color, there is stillness and movement, constituting a clear and harmonious picture of the autumn mountain on a rainy night.

This famous landscape poem embodies the poet's noble feelings and pursuit of the ideal realm in the poetry and painting. The middle two couplets of the poem are both scenes, and each has its own emphasis. The jaw couplet focuses on rewriting, and is bright and clean with the fragrance of things; The neck couplet focuses on rewriting people, and looks at politics with people.

At the same time, the two complement each other, spring water, green pine, green bamboo, green lotus, it can be said that they are all portrayals of the poet's noble sentiments, and they are all the environment of the poet's ideal realm.