1. The ancient poem "Shepherd Boy" was rewritten into a short article of 100 words
Look! At a glance, a patch of green grass seems to be spread on the ground! The wind blew gently and the sound of "rustling" spread everywhere.
Listen! The shepherd boy was playing the flute again, and the cheerful tune teased the evening breeze, and the hours slowly passed by.
When the sun showed half of its face in the morning, the shepherd boy took his flute and went up the mountain to herd the cows. He sat on the back of the cow, played the flute and hummed a tune. Running happily on the grass, unrestrained and without any worries. Until I got tired of playing, I just lay on the grass and looked at the white clouds and birds in the sky, with a smile on my lips.
After dinner, the sun had already set, and the bright moon had climbed up. The shepherd boy held the flute in his hand and walked happily to the haystack. He lay down without taking off his raincoat, listened to the unknown insects in the grass singing beautiful songs, and looked up at the night sky. The bright moon brings images to mind.
Listen to that cheerful tune playing again, how beautiful it sounds! Hey! Why did it stop? Oh...it turned out that the shepherd boy closed his eyes and fell asleep. yes! He is really tired, let him have a nice sleep listening to the lullaby of insects! Don’t copy everything, have something of your own
Don’t copy everything 2. Rewrite The Shepherd Boy into a 100-word essay
The Shepherd Boy (rewritten from an ancient poem)
Look! At a glance, a patch of green grass seems to be spread on the ground! The wind blew gently and the sound of "rustling" spread everywhere.
Listen! The shepherd boy was playing the flute again, and the cheerful tune teased the evening breeze, and the hours slowly passed by.
When the sun showed half of its face in the morning, the shepherd boy took his flute and went up the mountain to herd the cows. He sat on the back of the cow, played the flute and hummed a tune. Running happily on the grass, unrestrained and without any worries. Until I got tired of playing, I just lay on the grass and looked at the white clouds and birds in the sky, with a smile on my lips.
After dinner, the sun had already set, and the bright moon had climbed up. The shepherd boy held the flute in his hand and walked happily to the haystack. He lay down without taking off his raincoat, listened to the unknown insects in the grass singing beautiful songs, and looked up at the night sky. The bright moon brings images to mind.
Listen to that cheerful tune playing again, how beautiful it sounds! Hey! Why did it stop? Oh...it turned out that the shepherd boy closed his eyes and fell asleep. yes! He is really tired, let him have a nice sleep listening to the lullaby of insects! 3. Change the poem about the shepherd boy into a 100-word composition
Original text The shepherd boy rides an ox and sings to shake the forest.
I wanted to catch the singing cicada, but suddenly I stood up with my mouth closed. Rewrite "The grass is green and the wild flowers are fragrant. I herd the cows down the hills..." Listen, the clear and innocent singing of the shepherd boy came from the winding forest path.
The cheerful songs echoed in the woods, making the birds even more happy. Looking for the sound of the singer, I saw a teenage shepherd boy with a pigtail, shorts and trousers, and bare feet, riding on the back of a cow and singing Dihuan.
You see, he has his shirt open, the cow rope is wrapped around his waist, and he is riding upside down on the back of the cow, singing a song, making faces, and crossing his feet. It's so hot.
Listen, the cicadas in the woods kept shouting restlessly: "It's so hot, it's so hot!" The shepherd boy squinted and fanned the wind with a straw hat made of branches. Suddenly, the little shepherd boy listened to the singing. He patted the cow's back gently, and the cow stopped.
Ah! It turned out that there was a cicada parked on the branch next to the shepherd boy, flapping its wings and singing! The shepherd boy thought: "It would be so fun to catch the cicada and tie it on a string to play with!" So he slowly stood on the back of the cow and gently approached the cicada. Closer, closer.
I saw the little shepherd boy holding his right hand, "Haha, caught it, caught it!" The cicada was struggling in his hand. The shepherd boy said mischievously: "You 'know' it's too late!" After saying that, he moved his feet outward, and suddenly he was riding steadily on the back of the cow again, "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, but..." ", he shouted mischievously, urging the cow to move forward... 4. The ancient poem about the shepherd boy is written as a short essay of 200 words
The shepherd boy (rewritten from the ancient poem) Look! At a glance, a patch of green grass seems to be spread on the ground! The wind blew gently and the sound of "rustling" spread everywhere.
Listen! The shepherd boy was playing the flute again, and the cheerful tune teased the evening breeze, and the hours slowly passed by. When the sun showed half of its face in the morning, the shepherd boy took his flute and went up the mountain to herd the cows. He sat on the back of the cow, played his flute and hummed a tune.
Running happily on the grass, unrestrained, without any worries. Until I got tired of playing, I just lay on the grass and looked at the white clouds and birds in the sky, with a smile on my lips.
After dinner, the sun had already set, and the bright moon had climbed up.
The shepherd boy held the flute in his hand and walked happily to the haystack. He lay down without taking off his raincoat, listened to the unknown insects in the grass singing beautiful songs, and looked up at the night sky. The bright moon brings images to mind.
Listen to that cheerful tune playing again, how beautiful it sounds! Hey! Why did it stop? Oh...it turned out that the shepherd boy closed his eyes and fell asleep. yes! He is really tired, let him have a nice sleep listening to the lullaby of insects! Rewriting "Ship Crossing Anren" Spring is here, and on a sunny day, Yang Wanli, a poet from the Song Dynasty, took a boat to go there for fun.
When he came to Anren, Yang Wanli immediately fell in love with this place. Everything here is revived, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the lakes and mountains are beautiful! In this charming scenery, Yang Wanli heard the children's laughter and couldn't help but look around and found two cute children sitting on a fishing boat on the river not far away. One was wearing a red bellyband and was clever and ghostly; Another slightly older child, wearing shorts and shorts, was pushing the boat forward slowly. After a while, the boat stopped slowly. The older children put away their pennies and stopped the oars. The boat stopped moving.
Yang Wanli felt very strange and thought: What are they doing? At this time, he found a child holding an umbrella, but the weather was sunny and there was no rain. This made Yang Wanli wonder: What did they want to do? Puzzled. Yang Wanli couldn't help asking them: "What are you doing with the umbrella?" The child replied: "We want to save some energy and let the wind carry the boat forward. We are using the power of the wind. When the wind blows the umbrella, we can carry the boat He's gone, hee hee!" Yang Wanli suddenly realized it and sighed: These two children are so smart. 5. How to change the poem "Shepherd Boy" into a short essay of 150 words
"Shepherd Boy" (rewritten from an ancient poem) Look! At a glance, a patch of green grass seems to be spread on the ground! The wind blows gently and the sound of "rustling" spreads everywhere. Listen! The shepherd boy was playing the flute again, and the cheerful tunes teased the evening breeze, and the hour slowly blew in his ears. When the sun showed half of his face in the morning, the shepherd boy took his flute and went up the mountain to herd the cows. He sat The cow was playing the flute on its back and humming a tune. It ran happily on the grass, free and without any worries. Until it got tired, it lay on the grass and looked at the white clouds and birds in the sky, with a smile on its lips. After dinner, the sun had already set, and the bright moon climbed up. The shepherd boy held the flute in his hand and walked happily to the haystack. He lay down without taking off his raincoat and listened to the grass. The unknown little bug inside sang a beautiful song. Looking up at the bright and bright moon in the night sky, pictures came to mind. When you hear the cheerful tune playing again, it sounds so beautiful! Hey! Why did it stop? Oh...it turned out that the shepherd boy closed his eyes and fell asleep. Yes! If he is really tired, let him have a nice sleep listening to the insect's lullaby.