My mother broke her leg last time, and now she doesn't know what happened. Has my father recovered from rheumatoid arthritis? After thinking about it, Zhang Ji was going to write a letter to his parents in his hometown, but just as he was laying paper and writing, his heart was full of all kinds of things. I don't talk much with my family and I don't know where to start.
After a short pause, Zhang Ji finally began to write to his family. He wants to tell his family that living in Luoyang is a good thing for him. He wants to hide what happened in officialdom and not let his family worry.
It happened that a fellow villager came to visit, so Zhang Ji gave him his family book, and he urged him to give it to his parents himself. A few days later, the fellow villager was about to return to his hometown when Zhang Ji ran away again. In front of an old friend, he took out his letter from home, checked it, then immediately filled in a few words and left.
Chapter 2: Autumn is coming in Qiu Si. I live in Luoyang, feeling the autumn wind and watching the dead leaves flying all over the sky carrying my thoughts back to my hometown. What a deep nostalgia! How to solve a sad sentence? I miss my relatives in my hometown. Everything there is worried about the heart of a wanderer, but I can't go back. When I lift my pen, I can only write a thousand words on paper and send them to my family, but what should I write? Even if there are thousands of words, how can I tell my feelings? How can I send all my homesickness away in a hurry? I miss my white-haired parents. Did you add some white hair to her sideburns? Is the eager old mother standing under the tree at the entrance of the village, looking forward to her son's return? Whether the autumn moon in my hometown can still make me intoxicated, an old friend wandering in a foreign land.
I miss the banyan trees near the village. Is that naughty boy still riding on the back of an ox and playing the same flute? The long sunset penetrated the curling kitchen smoke. Can it also penetrate my homesickness? The postman keeps urging me, but how can I write homesickness? Open the letter again, don't let my homesickness as a wanderer be forgotten in a foreign land. Chapter III: Qiu Si I still remember the autumn when he first came. It was really cold that day, and all my leaves fell out. Now think about it, I followed him in Luoyang for four years.
It's autumn now. He stood in front of me, looking up at the geese flying in the sky and sighing. He must be homesick. Back in the house, he studied ink and spread paper, but when he started writing, he didn't know where to start.
I saw some manuscript papers painted and changed by him, and he didn't go to bed until there were three jingles outside. The next day, I found him getting up early and coming to my side, clutching the letter tightly, waiting for the messenger to pick it up.
The messenger finally arrived. He handed the letter to the messenger carefully. "Can it really be delivered?" "No problem, you can rest assured that I'm leaving! You take care. " The messenger got on the horse.
"Wait a minute!" He stopped the messenger. "I, can I read this letter again?" The messenger gave him the letter. He read it again and again, changed it again and again, and reluctantly returned it to the messenger. The messenger mounted his horse and left without looking back. He looked at the distant messenger and shed tears, one drop, two drops ... Chapter IV: The autumn wind in Qiu Si blew away the summer heat and the dream of green leaves.
Crucially, the pioneers of autumn tell us that the inevitable decline in a year is also accompanied by the autumn wind. So people are afraid of autumn leaves and sentimental about autumn.
This is especially true for wanderers. When they see the seasonal cycle and the fallen leaves return to their roots, they still leave their hometown, and the feeling of silence arises spontaneously. He (Ma Zhiyuan) rode a thin horse and set foot on his way home.
The vast ancient plank road seems to never end. As the sun sets, I lazily lean on the old trees by the roadside, plating the autumn leaves with a golden light. The dead vines wrapped around the old trees have lost the vitality of spring. When the autumn wind blows, the fallen leaves are blown up, crying helplessly in the air. After circling several times, they fall straight like a broken kite. His face was tired and his thin horse was stagnant.
He raised his head, and the tired bird flapped its wings and crossed an arc in the blue crystal sky. People on the roadside began to cook, and plumes of smoke came from the roof. The running water under the bridge is dripping quietly, and he only feels colder ... The ancient road is still the same, the thin horse is still the same, the old tree is still the same, the withered vine is still the same, the tired bird is still the same, and the running water is still the same. Chapter 5: In Luoyang City, Qiu Si, the bleak autumn wind struck again, and the leaves withered.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Ji, who lives here, can't help but want to write a letter to his family. Yes, I haven't written home for a long time.
At this time, he really wants to go home and meet his dear family. He thought about it and felt very sad.
He picked up a pen and began to write. At this time, a thousand words came to mind, and he missed his loved ones for three days and three nights.
However, there are so many meanings to express that he doesn't know where to start at the moment. He thought about it and then began to write. At this time, the messenger began to urge Zhang Ji to write quickly, and Zhang Ji immediately replied: "OK, OK."
Then he picked up the pen in a hurry. When he was about to put it in the envelope, he kept thinking: hurry.
Did you forget something? When I sent it to the messenger, I racked my brains and thought about it. It seems that there is nothing missing. But he is still not at ease.
At this time, the messenger will leave soon. He wrote back in a hurry, opened the sealed letter, looked at it, and confirmed that there was no less writing, then sealed it again and gave it to the messenger. When the messenger left, he sighed and said, "Be sure to give it to your relatives as soon as possible!" How much he misses his hometown at this moment! Chapter 6: Everything in Qiu Si will wake up in this season.
Autumn, a sad but happy season, an equally energetic season, a lovely season. Willow seems to be telling something sad, and their tears come and go.
2. How to write a 200-word composition of Qiu Si's ancient poems? melancholy autumn thoughts
Ma Zhiyuan (yuan)
Withered vines hang on old branches, and crows croak when they return at dusk.
Tiny bridge,flowing brook,hamlet homes
The path, the horses and the wind are blowing.
The sun is sinking in the west
And lovesick travelers are still at the end of the world.
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One autumn evening, on the desolate ancient road, the west wind was blowing hard and the leaves were flying; On the roadside, on the old tree wrapped with dead vines, birds have returned to their nests and crowed from time to time; Not far away, people are preparing dinner and cooking cigarettes in a sparse bungalow next to a small bridge and flowing water. At this time, a man was walking slowly on the ancient road alone with a thin horse. It seems that this is a stranger. Where will he live? After such preparation, the author vividly revealed the theme of the work: a stranger glanced at the sunset that was about to sink in the west and could not help but sigh: "heartbroken people are at the end of the world."
At dusk, a crow was on an old tree with dead vines, and returned to its nest at dusk. The flying sand rolled over the town. A figure appeared at the end of the ancient road in the town, leading a hungry and tired thin horse. No, you shouldn't say that. It should be said that the thin horse led him. He was forced by his family to wander outside. His eyes have long lost the light of the past, replaced by confusion and hesitation. The river is sparkling in the sunset, and the cabins of several families are small but particularly warm. Then he thought of that home, that big house; Thought of food, a table of delicious food; I will still think of my mother ... when I think of my mother, his long-lost tears cross my face.
He didn't want to think, and he didn't dare to think.
He was tired and fell on this end of the bridge; He is sleepy. He wants to sleep for a while, just for a while. He closed his eyes and fell asleep, so calm and serene, with a smile on his lips.
The wind blew, took his soul and flew back to the home he dreamed of going back every night. ...
3. The short story about Qiu Si is about 120 words, so it is urgent to rewrite the story of Qiu Si.
The leaves turned yellow and were ruthlessly blown away by the rustling autumn wind Zhang Ji, a poet living in Luoyang, witnessed this bleak scene and couldn't help thinking of his hometown.
He wants to write a letter to his family. When I was ready to put pen to paper, my heart was full of sadness. Far from home, how much I want to say and write! How much does he want to talk about living alone for a long time? Take this opportunity to write everything he wants to say! The poet thought and thought, and finally set out to write a book, telling the story of his leaving his family and his heart.
The letter was finally written, but the poet's mood could not be calm for a long time. He carefully wrapped the envelope and told the messenger to give it to his family intact. But when the messenger was about to leave, the poet opened the envelope again and read it carefully for fear of missing a word.
The messenger finally hit the road, and Zhang Ji watched him until he disappeared into the sky. Later, Zhang Ji wrote this famous poem "Qiu Si", which has been passed down through the ages.
4. Write "Qiu Si" with 150. Autumn has come, the leaves are yellow, the grass is withered, and the cool autumn wind is blowing. On this day, Zhang Ji came out for a walk, saw all this, and knew that autumn had come to Luoyang City with a light pace, calling on people who went out to work to go home and have a look.
A homesickness and a desire to go home flooded Zhang Ji's mind. However, he is too busy to know when he can go home, so he intends to turn this yearning into a letter from home and send it to his parents at home. Zhang Ji has so much to say to his parents that it seems that he can't finish it for three days and nights. Looking at his excited eyes reveals his yearning for his hometown, like a vast universe, which will never be finished. Looking at his trembling hand holding a pen, I know he wants to express a lot. But when I picked up the pen, I felt that I couldn't write a thousand words.
Tomorrow, the messenger for Zhang Ji will leave. Zhang Ji wrote a letter overnight and sighed at the same time, regretting that he could not say hello to his parents in person. I am afraid that writing in such a hurry can't express my strong yearning for my hometown and my parents. In this way, I changed my writing and finally finished writing the letter.
The next day, early in the morning, the messenger will leave. Zhang Ji handed the written letter to the messenger, watched him turn away and looked at his back. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he remembered something. He shouted "wait a minute, wait a minute" and strode to catch up with the messenger and asked for the letter back. He hurriedly tore open the envelope, took out the letter, and filled in the homesickness he had just remembered, for fear of leaving something behind. ...
Zhang Ji's strong homesickness is really touching.
5. Qiu Si's composition (100) Title: Autumn wind and autumn rain are evil people.
The poet Zhang Ji left his hometown and came to Luoyang City.
Time flies, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming in a blink of an eye, and the leaves are yellow and have fallen. In Luoyang, the cold wind blows hard, which makes people feel that the world is extremely desolate. Zhang Ji couldn't help feeling his thoughts. He misses his hometown and those people. ...
Zhang Ji wants to visit relatives and friends in person and go back to his hometown to visit his parents. It's a pity that I have no choice but to meet someone who is about to return to China and needs to be an official. In the depressed season, I happened to meet a fellow countryman who was about to return to his hometown, and decided to write a letter home and entrust the fellow countryman to give it to his parents to show his filial piety. There is a sweet greeting in the letter: I wish my parents "longevity is better than Nanshan, happiness is like the East China Sea", but I only complain too much for the folks. What if this is his last contact with his relatives? If this letter doesn't make it clear, what do you want to express? then what At this moment, Zhang Ji's heart is so complicated and contradictory.
Whenever the messenger leaves, he opens the envelope for fear that he has written something unpleasant to make his parents worry about himself and whether he will write less. Sometimes even if he can't find the mistake, he refuses to post the letter. Although every time this happens, the bright eyes of the messenger will be eclipsed, but he also knows the mood of Zhang Ji's poet in an instant.
In this way, Zhang Ji scanned the letter repeatedly with sharp eyes, and the locked brow just took care of his lack of thought. How much he wants to return to China at this time!
Looking at the blue sky, Zhang Ji wanted to shout loudly and pour out his wishes. ...
6. Qiu Si, how to write ancient poems? The poet Zhang Ji has been away from his hometown for a long time. On this day, he saw the autumn wind gradually rising in Luoyang city, and the fallen leaves slowly floated down from the trees, full of depression. Seeing this bleak scene, Zhang Ji couldn't help thinking of his white-haired mother in his hometown, his wife and children whom he hadn't seen for years, and autumn scenery in his hometown. He couldn't resist writing a letter to his family. Take out the pen and paper, but my heart is full of sadness. Far from home, how much I want to say and write! But there is no love on paper, and I don't know where to start at the moment. After some meditation, he finally picked up a pen, poured all his thoughts at the end of the pen and nailed it to this letter from home. While writing, he was deeply touched, revised and rewritten. After a night of deliberation, he finally finished writing this letter from home. Early the next morning, Zhang Ji took a letter from home and hurriedly found a friend who was going home and asked him to take a message home. When he passed by the big tree, it happened that the friend was leaving, so he quickly handed the letter to his friend. Suddenly, he asked his friend for a letter and opened it. I checked it again and again for fear of missing something in the letter. Finally, after opening the envelope, I solemnly gave it to my friend who sent it, urging me to bring it to you. A letter from home is worth a ton of gold! The friend took the letter, wrapped it carefully, mounted the horse, "drove" his friend with a whip and continued on his way. Zhang Ji watched him until he disappeared into the sky. My heart is both happy and sad. Happily, my mother can read her letter; Sadly, I don't know when I can return to my hometown.
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.
A gust of autumn wind blew, and the leaves on the trees in front of the window floated gently into my bedroom. Look at the blood vessels above. It is yellow. Alas, it's autumn ... the wind is so cold. I wonder what my hometown is like. Since I drove to Luoyang that day, I have never seen my parents, wife and children, and my dear hometown, Wu Jun! Are you in autumn now? Oh, the horseshoe of the messenger "Dedu" reached my ears from far away. Great, I've been looking forward to you for a long time! Looks like it's time to start writing.
Ah, my family, my best friend! I have so much to say, where should I start? How are you all? Don't catch cold, it's time to add clothes when you go out! Has your son eaten much recently? Tell him not to wear out those little tiger-headed shoes sewn by his wife. It will be warmer in winter.
I miss you so much! I'm fine, but I'm so lonely ... before I know it, the messenger has come: "Sir, can you deliver the letter?" "Hey, wait a minute ..." Let me see. It seems to be all written. I gave him the sealed letter with tears in my eyes and trembling. When he was about to get on the horse, I stopped him again, opened the letter and read it carefully again. Alas, I haven't finished yet, so be it! I couldn't help crying when I watched the messenger leave with thoughts of the whole family.
7. rewrite the autumn wind, the leaves are yellow and 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.
8. Rewrite Qiu Si into a short story with at least 120 words. The poet Zhang Ji left his hometown and came to Luoyang City.
Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, Miss Qiu came to the world, and the leaves turned yellow and fell. The cold wind bursts, making people feel extremely sad and sad. Zhang Ji couldn't help feeling his thoughts. He misses his hometown and those folks, relatives and friends.
Zhang Ji wants to see his family and stay in his hometown, but there is nothing he can do. He can only write a letter from home to bless his relatives: I wish my parents "a long life and happiness like the East China Sea". Unfortunately, there are too many things to say to the families of the villagers. What if this is his last contact with his relatives? If this letter doesn't make it clear, what do you want to express? then what At this moment, Zhang Ji's heart is so complicated and contradictory.
Whenever the messenger leaves, he opens the envelope for fear that he has written something unpleasant to make his parents worry about himself and whether he will write less. Sometimes even if he can't find the mistake, he refuses to post the letter. Although every time this happens, the bright eyes of the messenger will be eclipsed, but he also knows the mood of Zhang Ji's poet in an instant.
In this way, Zhang Ji scanned the letter repeatedly with sharp eyes, which produced a poem describing contradictions and complex psychology. "I can't talk about repeated fears in a hurry, and pedestrians are about to open it."
9. The 200-word homesickness in Qiu Si's composition is a homesickness and dependence on his hometown; It is my yearning for my hometown and my belief in my family. This is a kind of. . . .
Zhang Ji, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, lived in Luoyang for a long time and lacked communication with his family, so this touching scene came into being.
Autumn is coming, autumn is crisp and it is the harvest season. The old man in autumn dusted off the dead leaves in autumn, and the children in autumn leaves danced in the air and landed at their mother's feet. Zhang Ji is full of thoughts. He always feels that he has forgotten something important. He had a brainwave. It was a letter from home! So I opened the stationery in a hurry and wrote a book.
A few hours later, a letter from home appeared in front of him, with deep thoughts for his family between the lines. He was worried that his hometown was far away from Luoyang and there was no messenger, so he paced back and forth in anguish. At this time, there was the sound of hooves in the distance. Zhang Ji stopped to stare and was ecstatic. A passer-by rode a tall horse and it was dusty. Zhang Ji hurried forward to ask pedestrians where they were going. Pedestrians said in a hurry that they were going to Zhang Ji's hometown. Zhang Ji quickly asked passers-by to deliver the letter for him and asked the vendor for an envelope. After taking out the letter from home, he took some rice grains and glued the envelope. Just when everything was ready to give this letter to passers-by, he saw Yu Pei burst into tears. He was still wearing a letter from his father before he left. Regardless of the urging of passers-by, he took out his writing paper and added a few words of concern and advice to his father's body. The pedestrian said, "It's been half an hour, and you haven't written it yet? I'm leaving! " Zhang Ji quickly sealed the envelope and handed it to pedestrians.
Looking at the back of pedestrians, Zhang Ji had mixed feelings and wrote a literary masterpiece, Qiu Si. . . .
10. Rewrite this ancient poem by Qiu Si into a high-quality composition.
Autumn has come, leaves are falling and the whistling wind is blowing. Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the gradually full moon makes Zhang Ji depressed: Yes, she has been away from home for 15 years. Are her parents healthy? Are brothers and sisters happy?
Anhui's hometown is thousands of miles away from Luoyang, so it is not realistic to go back. Boss Zhang next door is a fellow villager. Yesterday, he told Zhang Ji that he would go back to his hometown to buy goods, so he could have a look at it at home and help him do some light things, such as letters.
Zhang Ji was very happy when he heard the news. He immediately began to write letters. But when he started writing "Mom and Dad, how are you?" He found a thousand words and didn't know where to start. Looking back at the 15 years he struggled in Luoyang, he is now just an ordinary civil servant with a low salary. He has neither been filial to his parents nor contributed to family building, and he is somewhat guilty. Brothers and sisters also worried him. Especially. And eldest brother, for my younger brother to study and get married at the age of 25. Now he should be the father of several children, right? and ...
This letter took a whole night to write seven major articles. Then it was folded and sealed. "DuDu, DuDu" is the boss knocking at the door. "Brother, have you finished? My brother is leaving, so I came to see you. Is there anything to bring? "
Zhang Ji quickly took out the letter and gave it to boss Zhang, who put it in his chest pocket, waved his fist and turned to leave.
Zhang Ji suddenly shouted, "Brother Zhang, wait a little longer, and I'll read it again."
Zhang Ji opened the good letter, read it carefully, and added a few more strokes. Only then did I give the letter to boss Zhang: "Big Brother, please."
Boss Zhang put the letter in his chest pocket again, said, "Brother, I'm leaving", turned and strode to his hometown.
In the early morning mist, I watched Boss Zhang go away. ...