I have read so many ancient poems, can you write the story into a story? Below is the ancient poem I prepared for everyone, rewritten into a short story, I hope you like it!
Rewriting of ancient poems Chapter 1 of a short story
On a day when the autumn wind was blowing, I, a guest in Luoyang City, raised my head and looked out the window. I saw the sudden autumn wind, which dropped pieces to the ground. The yellow and yellow leaves rolled up, and the yellow leaves were carried elsewhere. Seeing this desolate scenery, I couldn't help but feel lonely, thinking of my hometown and my relatives. So, I hurriedly spread out the white paper, picked up the brush, and started writing. But after much thought, I don’t know where to start, because there are so many things I want to write about. I put down the brush and after thinking for a long time, I picked up the brush again and wrote this letter: Dad, Mom: I live a good life here. Don’t worry, how are you doing at home? I will seal the letter carefully. After that, I wanted to find someone to take the letter I wrote to my family.
At this moment, I glanced at the street and found that my fellow countryman was standing there. I quickly went out to greet him and started chatting with him. As we chatted, I suddenly remembered the letter. , and asked: "Fellow, are you going back?" He nodded and asked: "Are you going back too?" I shook my head and said: "I can't go back. I still have some unfinished business in Luoyang." ?Said, take out the letter? Give this letter to my parents for me. ?He nodded and was about to leave when I stopped him again: ?Fellow, wait a minute, eh? Can you return my letter to me? ?The fellow was very surprised, but still returned the letter to me. I opened the letter and read it again, fearing that the hastily written letter might not convey all the meaning.
I checked it over and over again, and finally, solemnly handed the letter to my fellow villager.
Ancient poems rewritten as short stories, Part 2
Ouyang Xun, a calligrapher of the Tang Dynasty, was not good-looking, and his uncle Changsun Wuji looked a little short and fat. One day, the two of them wrote poems to laugh at each other. Changsun satirized Ouyang's poem and said: The arms are hunched up like a mountain, and the shoulders are buried in fear of standing out. Whose family's lin is on the corner and draws a monkey like this. This poem exaggerates Ouyang Xun's shortcomings to the extreme. Ouyang Xun didn't show any weakness, and immediately wrote a poem to return it: The rope head is warm all over the back, and the crotch is covered with fear of the cold in the belly. Just because the heart is muddy, the dough is lumpy. The poem was both graphic and mean, making the eldest grandson dumbfounded. The two men's satirical poems were passed down as a joke by the officials. When the news reached the ears of Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, he laughed endlessly. And he humorously said to Ouyang Xun: "Don't let the queen know about your poem. She will be unhappy if she knows it!" Because Changsun Wuji is the brother of Queen Changsun. Li Shimin knew very well that his wife, the eldest grandson, Queen Empress, was a virtuous queen and would not get angry over such trivial matters, so he took the opportunity to deliberately silence her.
The ancient poem was rewritten into a short story, Chapter 3
According to legend, Cixi ordered someone to write a fan, which was written in "Liangzhou Ci" by Wang Zhihuan, a poet of the Tang Dynasty: "The Yellow River is far up" Among the white clouds, there is an isolated city called Wanren Mountain. Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass. Unexpectedly, the person who wrote it was careless and lost the word "space" between the white clouds far above the Yellow River. After Cixi saw it, she was very angry. I think this is a deliberate insinuation that I don't understand poetry. So he ordered the person who wrote it to be arrested and asked to read it on the spot. If he couldn't read it out, he would be beheaded.
Unexpectedly, the person who wrote the fan was shocked at first after reading the poem he had written. Then he had an idea and said to Cixi: "Old Buddha, it's not that I wrote the wrong poem, but that I wrote it according to Wang Zhihuan's poem." The poem was rewritten with words. ? Cixi found it novel and quickly asked him to read it and listen to it. The man casually recited: "Far above the Yellow River, there are white clouds, an isolated city on the Wanren Mountain, why should I complain about the Qiang flute?" The spring breeze of willows does not pass through Yumen Pass. ?So, "Liangzhou Ci" really became "Ci".
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