We can imagine that crows can still have old trees to return to, but wanderers are homeless. How miserable and helpless it is! Next is a small bridge, flowing water, and a small farmhouse with faint smoke. The rural scenery in which such people live is so quiet and sweet, comfortable and carefree.
All this can't help but remind the wanderer of the bridges, flowing water and relatives in his hometown. Here, the sad feelings are written in the happy scene, which sets off the helpless sadness of the wandering wanderer.
In the bleak autumn wind, on the lonely ancient road, the wanderer who suffered from homesickness rode a thin horse that had not returned for a long time, and strolled into the distance in the heavy dusk. At this time, the sun sets, scattering a bleak oblique light. This is the reunion moment when birds return to their nests, cattle and sheep return home and people return home. However, the wanderer is still "the end of the world is reduced." At this moment, this situation, a wandering in a foreign country, in the face of such a bleak and desolate scene, how can it not be sad, heartbroken and heartbroken! A wandering wanderer's heart drops blood in the autumn wind ... I don't know if there are 400 words, add =w= by myself.
2. Fifth grade composition An ancient poem "Qiu Si" was rewritten into a composition. Title: Rewriting the ancient poem Qiu Si (a student's work) Zhang Ji was born in poverty.
When I was a child, my family was poor and far from my hometown. By the time I was in my mid-twenties, I had already experienced a wandering life. Running around all the year round, wandering in a foreign land.
On a silent night, Zhang Ji finished his dinner and sat in the small yard enjoying the bright moonlight. A full moon hangs high in the sky, adding infinite vitality to the hidden earth. He was watching when suddenly an autumn wind blew and Zhang Ji was shivering with cold. He had to go back to his room and find an old cotton-padded jacket sewn by his mother from the closet when he left.
He looked at the cotton-padded jacket and remembered his elderly mother, so he picked up a brush and wrote on the paper: How are you, mother? It's getting cold, so you should put on more clothes to avoid catching cold. Please don't worry about me, I'm fine.
How is the family harvest this year? ..... seems to have a lot to say, but I don't know where to start. The next day, as soon as the sun climbed the hillside, Zhang Ji handed the letter to Wang San.
When Wang San was about to say goodbye to him, Zhang Ji took the letter back, opened it and checked it again and again. He added: you should live a happy life every day, don't be unhappy for a little thing ... After writing these, Zhang Ji gave the letter to Wang San, and Wang San rode away. Zhang Ji looked at Wang San, who was far away, and he was both happy and sad.
Happily, my mother can read her letter; Sadly, I don't know when I can return to my hometown.
3. Which Qiu Si is an extension of Qiu Si's ancient poems? There are many Qiu Si's diseases. I am Zhang Ji, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. I left my hometown and lived alone in Luoyang. I have been standing in front of the window for more than a year, and an autumn wind is blowing on me. At the moment, it is the only person closest to me. It touched my face with cold hands, cold.
Flowers and trees in the distance use their tenacious and soft bodies to resist the cold wind. Castle Peak has taken off its veil and put on its autumn robe. I looked up at the sky, and the geese lined up in herringbone and flew to the south in a hurry, as if to say, "Goodbye to the earth, I will definitely come back to see you next spring!" " Leaves rustle, like homeless vagrants, drifting into the distance. Like them, I am falling everywhere, and a feeling of sadness comes to my mind. At this moment, my hometown must be a harvest scene! The fields in my hometown have become a golden ocean, and the rice stalks are bent, full of the joy of harvest. The wild flowers on the roadside are competing to open, some are looking up, as if waiting for someone, some are looking down, as if looking for something, some are hiding behind branches and leaves, laughing secretly, as if playing hide-and-seek with someone, some are dancing against the wind, as if dancing with someone. The big jujube trees in my hometown yard have been fruitful. My face turned red, my head bulged, and the slender branches bent down with the branches. When I was a child, I always found a few good partners to pick a date. I dare not pick them directly from the trees, nor dare I shoot them down with bamboo poles. I was timid and picked them up with a laundry basket. The yard echoed with our silvery laughter. Whoa, whoa, whoa Thinking about it, a few cold tears rolled down my cheeks. I raised my hand, brushed my sleeve and gently wiped my eyes. When I looked back, it was the wind that blew the paper off the table. I thought: I should write a letter to my family to report my safety. So I picked up the brush on the table, spread out the paper, and wanted to write a letter to my family, but there was too much to say. Did you see a doctor? The hardest thing is my wife, who takes care of all the little things at home. What worries me most is my naughty son, who was still childish when he left. I wonder if he is studying hard now.
Their smiles appeared in front of my eyes and their voices echoed in my ears. "Watch out for candles in the middle of the night! It's already midnight and I'm writing. " oh
Unconsciously, the sky turned into a fish-belly white.
"Dong" brother zhang, I'm leaving. Do you have anything for me? Someone knocked at the door in a hurry. " It's coming, it's coming! I got up, put the written envelope away and opened the door. "Brother Li, I have a letter from home, please give it to my family. Please keep it safe! Don't lose it. Don't worry, Zhang Xiong, don't you believe me? I will personally give the letter to your family! Li Ge patted me on the shoulder and said confidently. I folded my hands, bowed and said, "Thank you for everything! Li Xiong walked down the stairs, "slow down! I said, "Anything else? Li Xiong asked, "I still have a few words to write." Li Xiong handed me the letter again. I opened it carefully and read it again and again. Zhang Xiong, hurry up. If it is too late, it will be too late. I had to put the envelope away and reluctantly gave this heavy letter to Li Xiong. Li Xiong came under the tree, untied his horse, got on his horse and became stronger. Be sure to take this letter to my family.
4. "Qiu Si" rewrote the composition by 500 words ["Qiu Si" rewrote the composition by 500 words] The autumn wind is rustling, the leaves are yellow, and it falls with the autumn wind. The cold wind whistling in Luoyang makes people feel the bleak scene in autumn, and Qiu Si rewrote the composition of 500 words. One night, I came to the window, and a bright moon shed a faint fluorescence. Looking at my distant hometown, I ... he picked up a fallen leaf that fell in front of the window and studied it carefully. His thoughts drifted to his distant hometown with the fallen leaves. He couldn't help thinking of his parents and relatives in his hometown ... I was sitting at my desk, spreading paper and grinding ink, and was about to write a letter to my parents at home. A thousand words don't know where to start. Suddenly, in my mind, I had a happy time with my parents and a happy scene of playing with my brothers and sisters ... thinking, thinking. The emotions in his heart poured out like a spring, pouring all his thoughts into the pen and pinning them on this letter from home. When I was writing, I was deeply touched, changed and rewritten, and finally finished writing. The fifth grade composition "Qiu Si rewrote the composition in 500 words". He put the envelope neatly on the table. The next morning, I took the letter from home and hurried to find my hometown. It happened that this fellow villager was leaving for his hometown, so I quickly gave him the letter. I suddenly asked my friend to return the letter, and I checked it many times for fear of missing something in it. After I opened the envelope, I solemnly handed it to the fellow villager. A letter from home is worth a ton of gold! The fellow villager took the letter, packed it carefully and mounted the horse-the fellow villager raised his whip, but I stood there for a long time with tears in my eyes, and an autumn wind blew away his tears. Grade 5: Chen.
5. Qiu Si's old poem was rewritten into a composition, with 500 words passing by. In a blink of an eye, the turntable of the season turned to spring and summer again.
In the bleak autumn, I, a guest in Luoyang, stood alone at the window of the inn and looked around: the sky was high and the clouds were light, and a group of geese lined up in the word "people" and struggled to fly south, as if trying to leave this desolate place quickly. In the rotten grass, clusters of yellow wild chrysanthemums are suffocating in autumn, trembling slightly with thin bodies; The old tree was brutally stripped of its gorgeous coat by the ruthless autumn wind and stood gloomy and monotonous.
I looked at everything in front of me disappointedly, and I couldn't help thinking of my hometown, my elderly and kind parents, my brothers and sisters, and my naive children. There is an impulse that fills my body and mind-I want to see them at once, my relatives! I only hate mountains and high waters, no wings under my arms and no wind under my feet.
Desperate, I had to sit at my desk, spread out my pen and paper, and send out infinite thoughts. However, even if my mind is full of imagination and ideas, I don't know where to start.
My old white-haired mother, why are your eyes crying into sons? * * * Old father, are you still struggling to farm in the field? Osmanthus fragrans is fragrant, Jin Ju is in full bloom, and the annual Double Ninth Festival is coming. My dear friends, like me, you will definitely climb high and look far again, miss me and pray for me ... the autumn wind bursts outside the window. Fallen leaves return to their roots, endless autumn wind! Can you bring my endless Qiu Si to my distant relatives?
6. Rewrite the ancient poem "Qiu Si"-the autumn wind is rustling in Luoyang City, where there once lived a poet-Zhang Ji.
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 to 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 that Zhang Ji wrote to officials in the Tang Dynasty was Qiu Si. Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang, I want the writer to write a meaningful book.
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. After living in Luoyang for three or four years, my hair turned 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. Alas ... 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 ... hoping to adopt.
7. Rewrite Qiu Si into a short story of more than 500 words. How to Write a Topic: Rewrite the ancient poem Qiu Si (students practice). Zhang was born in poverty.
When I was a child, my family was poor and far from my hometown. By the time I was in my mid-twenties, I had already experienced a wandering life. Running around all the year round, wandering in a foreign land.
On a silent night, Zhang Ji finished his dinner and sat in the small yard enjoying the bright moonlight. A full moon hangs high in the sky, adding infinite vitality to the hidden earth. He was watching when suddenly an autumn wind blew and Zhang Ji was shivering with cold. He had to go back to his room and find an old cotton-padded jacket sewn by his mother from the closet when he left.
He looked at the cotton-padded jacket and remembered his elderly mother, so he picked up a brush and wrote on the paper: How are you, mother? It's getting cold, so you should put on more clothes to avoid catching cold. Please don't worry about me, I'm fine.
How is the family harvest this year? ..... seems to have a lot to say, but I don't know where to start. The next day, as soon as the sun climbed the hillside, Zhang Ji handed the letter to Wang San.
When Wang San was about to say goodbye to him, Zhang Ji took the letter back, opened it and checked it again and again. He added: you should live a happy life every day, don't be unhappy for a little thing ... After writing these, Zhang Ji gave the letter to Wang San, and Wang San rode away. Zhang Ji looked at Wang San, who was far away, and he was both happy and sad.
Happily, my mother can read her letter; Sadly, I don't know when I can return to my hometown.
8. Expand Qiu Si's ancient poems by 400 words. Several withered vines wrapped around several bald trees with yellow leaves, shivering in the autumn wind, and the western Western jackdaw in the sky groaned ... Writing a sad autumn scenery in Xiaosali created a sad and decadent atmosphere, which set off the author's inner sadness. We can imagine that crows can still have old trees to return to, but wanderers are homeless. How miserable and helpless it is! Next is a small bridge, flowing water, and a small farmhouse with faint smoke. The rural scenery in which such people live is so quiet and sweet, comfortable and carefree. All this can't help but remind the wanderer of the bridges, flowing water and relatives in his hometown. Here, the sad feelings are written in the happy scene, which sets off the helpless sadness of the wandering wanderer.
In the bleak autumn wind, on the lonely ancient road, the wanderer who suffered from homesickness rode a thin horse that had not returned for a long time, and strolled into the distance in the heavy dusk. At this time, the sun sets, scattering a bleak oblique light. This is the reunion moment when birds return to their nests, cattle and sheep return home and people return home. However, the wanderer is still "the end of the world is reduced." At this moment, this situation, a wandering in a foreign country, in the face of such a bleak and desolate scene, how can it not be sad, heartbroken and heartbroken! The heart of a wandering wanderer drops blood in the autumn wind. ...
I wonder if there are 400 words. If it's not enough, just add it yourself =w=
9. Rewrite Qiu Si's ancient poems into a story. About 500 words. In the autumn evening, the poet Zhang Ji went to his friend's door without eating anything after dinner. He went up and knocked on the door several times, and an extremely boy poked his head out: "Who are you looking for?" Zhang Ji quickly said, "Excuse me, is your master at home?" "Unfortunately, master went back to his hometown to see relatives yesterday and won't be back until next month. Please go back. " After that, extremely closed the door, leaving Zhang Ji standing alone in front of the door. A cold autumn wind blew, bringing chills. Zhang Ji turned around and suddenly heard a child calling, "Mom, look, goose!" " The poet looked up and saw a flock of geese flying across the sky. Zhang Ji couldn't help thinking that he lived in Luoyang and never came back all the year round. Goose will come back next year. When can he go back to his hometown? At this time, there was no one in the street, only the rustling of leaves in the wind. The afterglow of the sunset fell on him, and the lotus in the pond had long since disappeared. At this time, insects are singing and birds are singing. When he got home, it suddenly occurred to Zhang Ji that although he could not return to his hometown, he could write a letter. However, he mentioned a thousand words, but he didn't know where to start. In the poet's mind, the scene of parting keeps emerging. When I left my mother, I left without looking back, but I didn't know when I would see her again ... When I thought of this, the poet felt tears in his eyes, and all his feelings welled up like spring water at one time, and the poet sent all his thoughts in these paragraphs. Finally, he wrote this letter, and Zhang Ji carefully read it dozens of times, for fear that his homesickness could not be fully expressed. At this moment, he suddenly heard a dozen people playing. In the morning, the poet got up early and waited at the door with a letter. I don't know when, the sound of hooves came from the corner. "Come, come!" The poet was very excited. I saw the boy who delivered the letter jump off his horse and took the letter and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely send it!" " "Say that finish, I was about to get on the horse when I suddenly heard a shout from behind:" Please stay! " He quickly turned around and asked, "What happened to the old man?" "I ... I want to read this letter again." The young man hesitated and handed it to the poet. The poet quickly opened the letter, examined it carefully, and then sealed it for the young man. The young man got on his horse and left with a whip. The poet stood there with tears in his eyes ... The autumn wind blew away his tears, drop by drop.
10. Qiu Si rewrote the composition 500 words. The autumn wind is rustling, the leaves are yellow, and they fall with the autumn wind. In Luoyang, the cold wind blows hard, making people feel the bleak scene of autumn.
One night, Zhang Ji came to the window, and a bright moon shed faint fluorescence. Looking at his distant hometown, he was homesick. He picked up a fallen leaf that fell in front of the window and studied it carefully. His thoughts drifted to his distant hometown with fallen leaves, and he couldn't help thinking of his parents and relatives in his hometown.
Zhang Ji was born in a poor family. He studied hard since he was a child. At the age of thirteen or fourteen, he left his hometown. By the age of twenty-five, he had already experienced the life of wandering in a foreign land. For more than ten years, although he has lived in a different place, has no friends and feels lonely from time to time, he does not miss his hometown and relatives.
He sat at the table, spreading paper and grinding ink, and was about to write a letter to his parents at home. A thousand words don't know where to start. Suddenly, his mind appeared a happy childhood with his parents, a happy scene of playing with his younger brother and sister, and a scene of parting from his parents ... Thinking about it, he couldn't help but burst into tears. In an instant, the emotions in his heart poured out like spring water, pouring all his thoughts into his pen. He put the envelope neatly on the table. It was nearly midnight at this time. He turned off the light and went to bed. He tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.
The next morning, Zhang Ji took a letter from home and quickly found a friend and asked him to take a message home. When he passed the big tree, it happened that the friend was about to leave for home, so he quickly handed the letter to his friend. Suddenly, he asked his friend to reply to the letter again for fear of missing something. He checked it many times, opened the envelope and solemnly handed it to his friend. A piece of information at home is worth a ton of gold!
My friend took the letter, packed it carefully, and got on the horse. "Ride-"My friend raised his whip, but stood there for a long time with tears in his eyes. An autumn wind blew away his tears.