Write a 200-word story based on a poem
Story:
Meng Jiao misses his mother
It is said that during the Dezong period of the Tang Dynasty, Meng Jiao was appointed as the county lieutenant of Liyang County, Jiangsu Province. One night, he was reading in the study. After reading for a while, he felt a little tired, so he stood up and walked to the window. At this time, the bright moon was in the sky outside the window, and the evening breeze was blowing gently. He looked up at the bright moon, feeling homesick.
Recalling that I studied hard for decades, it was not until I was in my fifties that I became a Jinshi and became a small county captain. In the past few decades, how much effort the old mother has put into herself! Every time I go to Beijing to take the exam, my gray-haired old mother is always busy preparing her luggage before going out. Especially the night before going out this time, my mother sat under the dim oil lamp, sewing clothes for herself stitch by stitch. As she sewed, her mother muttered in a low voice: "Sew more stitches and make them more dense, so that they are strong and durable. Take care of your health when you go out, and come back early, so that your mother won't worry about you at home..." At that time, I listened to His mother's heart-warming words, looking at his mother's wrinkled face and frosty white hair, Meng Jiao felt sad and his eyes were moist... He deeply felt how great maternal love is, just like The spring sunshine is so warm.
Original poem:
"The Wandering Son's Song"
Meng Jiao in the Tang Dynasty
The thread in the hands of the loving mother is on the body of the wandering son Clothes.
Before leaving, I am afraid of returning late.
Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring.
2. What are the stories of 150-200 words written based on "ancient poems"
"Qingpingle·Village Dwelling"
In a remote village, there are A low thatched house, in which lived a happy family of five. The back of the thatch is covered with green bamboo, and in front is a clear stream with gurgling water. Many lotus flowers grow in the stream, and the banks of the stream are covered with green grass. A gray-haired old couple sat affectionately under the tree, drinking and chatting.
Their eldest son was weeding in the bean field by the stream under the scorching sun and sweating profusely; their second son was ingenious and skillfully weaved a chicken coop in front of their house, with big beads of sweat flowing down his face. His cheeks were dripping, but he smiled happily at the thought of making a comfortable nest for the chickens; the most interesting thing was the third son, who wore two braids and a wisp of bangs on his forehead, he naughtily Pick a big lotus pod from the stream, throw it on the grass, and slowly taste the fragrant and tender lotus seeds. He was humming a little tune, shaking his head from time to time, and his crossed legs kept swinging up and down. He was so happy.
Three ancient poems and stories of 150 to 200 words
In a remote village, there was a low thatched house, in which lived a happy family of five. The back of the thatch is covered with green bamboo, and in front is a clear and gurgling stream. Many lotus flowers grow in the stream, and the banks of the stream are covered with green grass.
A white-haired old couple sat affectionately under the tree, drinking and chatting.
The old man said: "Our three sons are all very good and filial."
"Old man, we can enjoy happiness!" The old woman smiled** * said.
"How is the harvest this year?"
"The weather will be good this year, so we don't have to worry about food."
"God bless us , gave us three lovely sons, what do we have to worry about? "...
Their eldest son was hoeing in the bean field by the stream under the scorching sun; the second son was ingenious and handy. , skillfully weaving a chicken coop in front of his house, big beads of sweat dripping down his cheeks, but thinking about making a comfortable nest for the chickens, he smiled happily; the most interesting thing is the third son, he With two braids and a strand of bangs on his forehead, he playfully picked a big lotus pod from the stream, threw it on the grass, and slowly tasted the fragrant and tender lotus seeds. He was humming a little tune, shaking his head from time to time, and his crossed legs kept swinging up and down. He was so happy.
4. Use ancient poems to make up stories
Qingming
When Qingming comes, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road want to die.
Where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance.
Adapted Qingming Festival is here, and it always rains in spring. Under the cleaning of the rain, the willows turned a little green, and the wicker branches became graceful. They danced Yangko dance in the spring breeze. The earth is full of green. What beautiful spring scenery!
The old buffalo and herd herd the baby by the lake, admiring the beautiful scenery of youth. At this time, a scholar staggered over, wearing a white coat and a "too white" hat, stroking his beard that was not too long. Maybe it’s Qingming Festival! It makes him feel dazed, and he may be remembering the deceased. Walking in the sparse crowd, he stood out.
At this time, the scholar came over, bowed respectfully to the cowherd boy, and said, "Excuse me, little brother, is there a restaurant nearby?" The cowherd boy put down his piccolo and thought: Maybe he was drinking to relieve his worries, and he couldn't wait. Find a hotel anywhere! So he rode on the back of the ox and pointed to Xinghua Village not far away. Xinghua Village was a well-known village specializing in the production of fine wine. After hearing this, the scholar hurriedly thanked him. Afterwards, he showed a long-lost smile and walked towards that mysterious place - "Xinghua Village!"
Write a 200-word story based on a poem
Qiu Si
Zhang Ji Tang Dynasty
Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang City, I want to write a book with great meaning.
I am afraid that I can’t finish it in a hurry, and the pedestrians have to open it again before leaving.
The poet was walking on the streets of Luoyang City and saw the autumn wind blowing. The leaves on the trees turned yellow and fell down in twos and threes until they came to the poet. He picked up a leaf in his hand and suddenly felt a chill in his heart. , I thought of my hometown and my relatives in my hometown.
When I returned home, I spread out the paper, picked up the brush, and used thousands of words. The feelings I wanted to express were all crowded in my heart. I wrote a thousand words and kept writing, but I couldn't finish them. I was filled with homesickness.
I just felt like I had finished writing. I sealed the letter and immediately opened it again. I read it carefully for fear of leaving something behind. He handed it to the person who sent the letter. The person who sent the letter stood up to leave. He stopped him again and took out the letter. After reading it carefully, he always felt that it was still unfinished. The deep nostalgia was in his heart and brow. A Thousand Times back
200 words of stories compiled from ancient poems about the Sixth Spring Dawn
Because I was deep in sleep on a spring night, I didn’t know it was already dawn. When I woke up, I heard the sounds of birds everywhere outside the house. Cheer. I slept sweetly until dawn on the spring night. I recalled that it had rained and blown windy last night. When I woke up, I could only hear the chirping of birds outside the window. The stone steps in the courtyard must be covered with colorful fallen flowers.
Last night I heard a gust of wind and rain in the dimness. How many flowers in bloom in the courtyard have been shaken down now? The storm at night was not a violent storm, but a gentle breeze and drizzle. It sent me into a sweet dreamland and made the morning brighter and more beautiful. It was not hateful.
7. Change the ancient poem "Autumn Thoughts" into a story (200 words)
I am Zhang Ji's neighbor and have lived in Luoyang for ten or eight years. Five years ago, a man named Zhang Ji came..." In the blink of an eye, it was another year, and soon it was the time of the full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival. The autumn wind blew the golden leaves, paving the streets and alleys. It’s a golden street. I was thinking: What should I sell? In recent days, Luoyang City has been so busy: there are moon cake stalls and meat stalls, but I am exhausted from running all over Luoyang City. I just found the lowest price in the city. When I got home, I thought: It’s time to go back to my hometown (Wu County, the same place as Zhang Ji). I went to Zhang Ji’s house and said to him, “I’m leaving, so hurry up and write. I will send the family letter back to you as I did in previous years. "I saw that Zhang Ji was thinking a lot, but I didn't know where to start. I waited patiently, just like in previous years.
Five hours later, I was about to set off when I saw Zhang Ji With fear in his eyes, he hurriedly opened the letter and read it again. I knew what he was afraid of, it must be the same as in previous years, lest he didn't express it clearly.
The next day, I took my things with me and hit the road. I saw Zhang Ji has been watching me...here he is!
8. Which ancient poems can be made into stories? Up to 200 words
< p> Ancient Poetry VillageA crystal clear stream surrounds a family all year round. There are five people in this family, an old man and an old woman who are hard-working. The simple eldest son, the ingenious second son, and the naughty younger son lived happily. On this day, the eldest son told his parents that he would plow the land for his father. The parents agreed, and then the old man and the old woman started working. A bottle of wine, amusing each other, at this time, the second son came, and the father asked him to repair the broken chicken coop. The second son agreed. Their favorite naughty son did not want to cause trouble to his parents, so he just Lying down by the stream and picking lotus pods, the eldest son and the second son looked at their younger brother from time to time and smiled. In the house, the old man and the old woman chatted happily, saying one thing after another. It was so harmonious. How can our family not be enviable?
Jiuyong gave Liu Jingwen 200 words of ancient poems and stories
It was late autumn and I was bored, so I stopped and looked at the lotus pond. The lotus leaves inside have all faded, and the leaves and rhizomes that looked like an umbrella in midsummer are no longer so graceful, and the breath of autumn is slowly filling the entire lotus pond. The chrysanthemums planted in front of my house have also withered. , but the frosty and tall chrysanthemum branches still look full of vitality in the cold wind. Therefore, please don’t think that the good times of the year are over. You must remember that the most beautiful scenery is in the orange and green season of early winter! It is so brilliant. Isn't the dazzling color the color of life? There is no need to look down upon the passing of your years, there is a beautiful scenery at dusk.
Seeing these autumn scenes, I think of you. It is the early winter and you still have a wonderful life