Zhang Ji's poem Qiu Si was rewritten into a 400-word article. Write now, don't copy others'.

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In Luoyang, the autumn wind rises again, and there lived a poet-Zhang Ji in Luoyang. He has a lot of things to do every day, but he misses his hometown very much, but he has no time to write to his family. These days, people in Luoyang are saying, "Why hasn't my son written yet?" ! ""Yes, my relatives didn't give any news either. "... seeing people talking about their hometown and their relatives, Zhang Ji couldn't help missing his relatives, so he took out his pen, paper and ink. Just after writing the beginning of the letter, he wanted to write it down, when someone came to inform him that the biggest official in Luoyang had come to see him and asked him to write a poem as soon as possible to show his feelings of missing his hometown. Zhang Ji has been thinking about writing home and sending it as soon as possible. So I went to Tang Daguan's house and asked Tang Daguan to write a poem after he finished writing.

Tang Guan reluctantly agreed, but said impatiently, "If you want to hurry, I will give you half a stick of incense and write your home well." Zhang Ji immediately agreed, and then hurried home. He picked up a pen and wrote down his worries in Luoyang and his thoughts about his hometown on the stationery. After sealing the letter in a hurry, he felt that there were still many things left unclear. Before the messenger set out, he stopped people, opened the letter and added some contents.

Finally, the poem written by Zhang Ji to Tang Daguan was written by Qiu Si.

The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start.

When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.

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I have lived in Luoyang for three or four years, and my hair is white. What about my family? Are you still alive? Makes me nervous.

At night, I came to the window, and a bright moon shed a long faint light. I can't help thinking of my relatives in my hometown. It's really "moonlight in front of the window, will it have frosted?" Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again, and I suddenly remembered home. " I can't help crying. These tears are homesick tears. At this time, suddenly the leaves on the tree fell down and the autumn wind rolled them up again. hey ...

I came to the study and wanted to write a letter to my family, but I didn't know where to start. I have so much to say ... after a long time, I finally finished writing the letter and fell asleep unconsciously.

Early in the morning, I packed the envelope and tied it with fine silk. Hurriedly figure riding a horse ran to the door of the post, "oh! So you are a messenger. " He said, "Yes." I handed him the letter carefully, and when he was leaving, I picked it up again to see if I had forgotten anything, and gave it to the person who was leaving. I told the messenger to be careful on the road and be sure to send this letter to my family. Let them know that I am still here, and it will be two or three years before I can go back.

Watching him go away, hot tears blurred my eyes. ...