On the adaptation of the poem "Thoughts on a Quiet Night" 1. Rewrite the ancient poem "Thoughts on a Quiet Night" 450.
A bright moon hangs alone in the night sky. Li Bai lay tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep, staring at the autumn frost-like moonlight on the ground. His heart ached (deleted). He remembered the day when he left home a few years ago, and his tears could not help falling. I wonder how his family has been these years. Do your wife and children miss him? Is the osmanthus tree still there in front of the house? Does it smell as good as before? (Keep asking yourself and pinning your feelings, okay. )
Tossing and turning, he still couldn't sleep. He sat up, put on his clothes and got out of bed. Looking at his shabby robe, he couldn't help thinking of his wife. I wonder how she is now. Thinking about it, I opened the door and came out. The moonlight in the yard is like water, the leaves are withered, and the wind in late autumn is blowing, so I can't help shivering. Looking at my lonely shadow on the ground, I can't help but sigh: "Alas!" If only I were at home, my wife would sew a gown for herself, but now I don't know when to put it on again. Looking up at the moon in the sky, (delete) smiling at him, much like a child's smiling face, as if to say to him, "Dad, come back quickly!" " We miss you very much. Do you miss us? "Li Bai even said to himself," Yes, dad misses you. I wonder how your book is going? "Well, I still don't want to. The more I think about it, the more annoying it is. I went back to my room to sleep. (The object of psychological activity here is not clear enough. )
Li Bai dragged a long shadow back to his room, but he still couldn't sleep in bed. Everything in his hometown, his wife, children and neighbors are always dangling in front of him ... I really don't know when I can go back to my hometown? A gust of autumn wind blew in, and Li Bai couldn't help shaking again. The wind in late autumn was really cold, and Li Bai got up and closed the window again. Alas! When will the bright moon shine on me?
2. Li Bai considers rewriting at night.
The night is as cool as water, quiet and serene, with only occasional insects and birds singing. People are asleep, I toss and turn,
Long sighs are always hard to fall asleep. The nerves anesthetized by alcohol are so awake at the moment. Who would have thought of this?
That grotesque and unruly drunk is the once frivolous and ambitious teenager. I'm afraid I wouldn't even think of it myself.
Now I'm just an idiot who is addicted to drinking and having children. I feel depressed and indignant, like a raging tide, drowning me.
Sadness, boundless, speechless, unable to express. Sadness spread like fog, blurring my vision.
Line. Perhaps no one can understand that I used to drive a carriage alone, without choosing a road and walking aimlessly.
Run forward, cry when you are cornered, it is a kind of pain that is cornered!
Silver moonlight poured down like running water and shone on my piano through the window. I waved and touched the piano, and there was a string of crosstalk.
Operator jumps out. I suddenly remembered the story of Yu Boya and Zhong Ziqi, and the beautiful talk of finding a bosom friend in the mountains and rivers, but
It's my bosom friend. Where is it? Who can I talk to? The sound of the piano drifted through the deep night sky to the desolate fields.
Outside, I awakened the lonely hongxiang bird. Do they blame me for disturbing their lucid dreams, do they cry out with discontent, or are they like them?
I am also too sad to sleep. The shrill cry is particularly harsh on a cold night. Alas, I
With a heavy sigh, the piano came to an abrupt end. Since there is no bosom friend, who can I listen to when I play the piano? Depression is like a thousand pounds.
The boulder is pressing on my chest, and I can't get rid of it.
I got up and went to the window, looked at the moon and sighed for a long time. My only companion is my shape and shadow. A breeze blew.
Come on, blow my heart, my heart floats with the ripples. I can't help shivering. It is late at night. I looked up at the sky.
Empty, the moon is colder at this time, and the air at night has turned into fog, which blurs my eyes and brightens up.
The clean moonlight covered my delicate expression. The night is getting deeper and deeper, and the night is endless. Ming, tomorrow will come soon, won't it?
Will this day come again?
3. Change Silent Night into a modern poem.
It's night now.
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I sat alone on the bed by the well, quietly looking at everything outside the window.
I haven't said a word for a long time.
At the end of the distant mountain, a bright moon sheds soft light like gauze.
The earth is covered with hazy silver.
From a distance, it looks like layers of frost.
I looked up at the bright moon in the sky
Look at me. I was lost in thought.
It seems that she is quietly looking at me, just like my mother's loving eyes.
At this moment, I choked, and I felt the hot liquid in the corner of my eyes.
My heart seems to be stung by something, and the pain is tangled.
I looked down, afraid to face everything in front of me.
I want to clear my mind, but something is moving in my heart.
Maybe I really miss you.
My family, my friends, even the dead wood in my hometown.
I miss you.
Being alone in a foreign land is destined to be accompanied by loneliness.
Whether forced or voluntary.
We chose to leave our homes.
But the thread of missing in my heart is always closely tied to my hometown.
It's night now.
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relieved
The night is getting deeper and deeper
Please rewrite Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night into a modern short poem and an essay of 100 words.
Thoughts in the dead of night
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Rewrite:
Night, early autumn night.
Standing under the window in front of the bed, Ren Mingyue spilled and spread a silvery white floor. Is that the frost in early autumn?
Looking up at the sky, there are stars, and the lonely moon is always like a person under the moon.
I can't solve the loneliness of the bright moon, and the bright moon can't accompany me.
This runaway is like a bright moon far away from the Milky Way. We are all in a foreign land and have no relatives around us.
At this point, this situation can be helpless.
Had to talk to the moon,
Tell me in detail.
Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night was written in Yangzhou Inn on September 15th, the 14th year of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty (726). Li Bai was twenty-six years old. At the same time, there is also a song "Autumn Night Travel" which was also done in the same place. On a night with few stars, the poet looked up at the bright moon in the sky and was homesick. He wrote this famous poem "Thoughts on a Quiet Night", which will be read down through the ages.
5. Rewrite the ancient poem "Silent Night Thinking" for 450.
A bright moon hangs alone in the night sky. Li Bai lay tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep, staring at the autumn frost-like moonlight on the ground. His heart ached (deleted). He remembered the day when he left home a few years ago, and his tears could not help falling. I wonder how his family has been these years. Do your wife and children miss him? Is the osmanthus tree still there in front of the house? Does it smell as good as before? (Keep asking yourself and pinning your feelings, okay. )
Tossing and turning, he still couldn't sleep. He sat up, put on his clothes and got out of bed. Looking at his shabby robe, he couldn't help thinking of his wife. I wonder how she is now. Thinking about it, I opened the door and came out. The moonlight in the yard is like water, the leaves are withered, and the wind in late autumn is blowing, so I can't help shivering. Looking at my lonely shadow on the ground, I can't help but sigh: "Alas!" If only I were at home, my wife would sew a gown for herself, but now I don't know when to put it on again.
Looking up at the moon in the sky, (delete) smiling at him, much like a child's smiling face, as if to say to him, "Dad, come back quickly!" " We miss you very much. Do you miss us? "Li Bai even said to himself," Yes, dad misses you. I wonder how your book is going? "Well, I still don't want to. The more I think about it, the more annoying it is. I went back to my room to sleep. (The object of psychological activity here is not clear enough. )
Li Bai dragged a long shadow back to his room, but he still couldn't sleep in bed. Everything in his hometown, his wife, children and neighbors are always dangling in front of him ... I really don't know when I can go back to my hometown? A gust of autumn wind blew in, and Li Bai couldn't help shaking again. The wind in late autumn was really cold, and Li Bai got up and closed the window again. Alas! When will the bright moon shine on me? .
6. Rewrite Silent Night Thinking
The stars are dotted, the Milky Way is bright, and a bright moon is embedded in the curtain-like sky. Moonlight spreads unreservedly on the bed, windowsill and me, like a thin veil, which makes people feel like snow-white frost.
Li Bai woke up, and his ears were full of laughter and blessings from family reunion. Yes! Spend a wonderful time here with a full moon. Who else is wandering in other places like me? I can't help but feel a strong homesickness.
I got up to watch. The moon is particularly beautiful tonight. Is it the mirror of Yaotai? Or white and flawless white jade? The bright moon aroused my homesickness.
I wonder if the rolling mountains in my hometown are still green? I wonder if the choppy river is still rushing? Is that pond still so clear? The scenery in my hometown reminds me of my relatives. Are the old mother, bearded father and strong brothers and sisters happy now? ……
Only the moon knows my sadness! I told it about my homesickness, including my homesickness. When I spoke, a drop of cold liquid slipped down my cheek, but the moon was still listening quietly. ...