But when he mentioned the pen, he packed a lot of things in his heart. There is so much to say that I don't know where to start at the moment.
There is a lot of gossip between my parents, and I think I have said everything. Zhang Ji put the envelope away and told the messenger to deliver the letter. When the messenger was ready to hit the road, Zhang Ji suddenly shouted, Wait.
The messenger had to stop. It turned out that Zhang Ji was worried that the letter had just been written in a hurry, afraid of missing anything important, so he opened the envelope in a hurry, read the letter from beginning to end, and handed it to the sender again after confirming that it was correct.
Books touch the soul. Looking at the messenger, Zhang Ji refused to leave for a long time.
2. Change the ancient poem Qiu Si into a composition of 200-300 words. As the sun sets, the afterglow covers the withered vines on the old trees. That listless crow looks like me. Feeling depressed to the extreme, people sometimes seem completely unaware of the beauty of this world.
I don't know why I recall the small village I just passed, with a small bridge and flowing water, and I didn't realize the good intentions at the moment. Thinking of that family, a pair of kind-hearted old people quietly studied the stream in the sunset, perhaps realizing that time flies? The washerwoman by the stream looked at me strangely for about a second. There is nothing in her eyes, or she is not looking at me. Who knows, it all happened in a flash, and I can't remember her face.
The vigorous west wind brought up the ancient yellow sand, and my friend, this weak old horse, was sniffling discontentedly at the moment, making a funny tone that was out of tune with this atmosphere. I looked up at the road ahead, but I still couldn't see the way home.
In fact, where is my way home? In my heart. It just happened in a flash.
How sad this is, and there is a wonderful pleasure that I have no intention of understanding at the moment.
The vigorous west wind brought up the long-lost yellow sand on the ancient road, and still could not see the way home. I am depressed to the extreme. Think about that family? Who knows, the bridge is flowing. I looked up at the road ahead.
In fact, where is my way home? Sometimes people seem completely unaware of the beauty of this world. . . A strange tone that is incompatible with this atmosphere. The sun is setting, my friend.
I don't know why I recall the small village I just passed, but I can't remember her face clearly. That listless crow looks like me, and I can't see anything in her eyes? The washerwoman by the stream looked at me strangely for about a second. Maybe she realized that time flies, a kind old man quietly studied the stream in the sunset, or she wasn't looking at me? There is no direction in my heart. This weak old horse is sniffling discontentedly at this time, and the afterglow is full of old vines.
3. Rewrite Qiu Si into a short story. I am Zhang Ji's neighbor and have lived in Luoyang for ten years and eight years. Five years ago, a man named Zhang Ji came ... "In a blink of an eye, it was another year and the Mid-Autumn Festival was full. Autumn wind blows golden leaves and spreads golden streets on the streets. I thought: What should I sell? The noise in Luoyang city in recent days: moon cake stalls and meat stalls, make me exhausted. I went all over Luoyang city to find the lowest price in the city. When I got home, I thought: It's time to go home (like Zhang Ji and Wu Jun). I went to Zhang Ji's home and said to him, "I'm leaving. Write a letter from home at once, and I'll bring it back to you as usual. "I saw Zhang Ji, who was full of ideas, but I didn't know where to say (write). I waited patiently as usual.
Five hours later, when I was about to leave, I saw Zhang Ji's eyes filled with fear. He quickly opened the letter and read it again. I know what he is afraid of, and it must be the same as in previous years, fearing that what he wants to express is incomplete and unclear.
The next day, I took my things on the road. I saw Zhang Ji staring at me all the time ... here!
4. Rewrite Qiu Si into a story. The 250-character "Qiu Si" was born in Luoyang in the Tang Dynasty. I want to write a book with many meanings. I can't talk about it in a hurry. Pedestrians have come to Kaifeng. The poet walked in the streets of Luoyang City and saw the autumn wind blowing, and the leaves on the tree turned yellow, falling down in twos and threes and floating straight in front of the poet. He picked up a leaf in his hand and suddenly felt a chill in his heart. Pick up the brush, a thousand words, a thousand words, all the feelings I want to express are congested in my heart. I can't stop writing, and my mind is full of homesickness. I just think I've finished writing, sealed the letter and opened it soon. I read it carefully for fear of leaving anything behind. Only then did I give it to the messenger who was about to leave, and he stopped him again.
5. The ancient poem "Qiu Si" was rewritten into a modern 200-word poet Zhang Ji left his hometown and traveled 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."
6. How to change Qiu Si's poem into an article (about 300 words)?
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.
7. Rewrite the ancient poem Qiu Si into a composition. Autumn is coming, the 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 and bring him 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 to write "How are you, my parents?" He found a thousand words and didn't know where to start. Review his 15 years. Now he is just an ordinary civil servant with a low salary. He felt a little guilty for not being filial to his parents or contributing to family building. His brothers and sisters also worried him. Especially his sister, who was only 3 years old when Zhang Ji left, should be a slim girl now. How I want to see her! 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. Benedict is the boss who knocks 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 handed it to boss Zhang. Boss Zhang put the letter in his chest pocket, clenched his fist and turned away. Zhang Ji suddenly shouted, "Brother Zhang, wait a little longer, and I'll read the letter again." Zhang Ji opened the sealed letter, looked at it carefully and drew a few more strokes. Only then did I give the letter to boss Zhang: "Brother, please." Boss Zhang put the letter in again.
8. Rewrite Qiu Si's ancient poems into a story. About 500 words. In the autumn evening, the poet Zhang Ji had nothing to do after supper and came to his friend's door. 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.
9. In the fifth lesson of the fifth grade of primary school, the first volume of Chinese, Qiu Si adapted a story of about 250 words. 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. ...
10. Rewrite Qiu Si into a short story. The 250-character 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 was handed down through the ages. Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang, he wanted 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.