-rewrite the Book of Songs * Feng Wei * protect himself.
Outside the window, the wheels are rolling, the birch trees on both sides of the road are still in pairs, the birds on the trees are still flying with me, but I am a person with a haggard face. I remember snuggling up to him when I came. He pointed to the red willow outside the window and said, "See it? I am the tree, shading you on sunny days and sheltering you from the wind and rain on cloudy days. " I smiled, and the happiness of love intoxicated me.
Suddenly, outside the window, the sound of running water gradually interrupted my thoughts. Isn't this ice cream? This river is like a mother! Why are you so excited? Do you remember when I swore to love him for life in front of you? Do you remember when he held my hand and said that we would grow old together? Are you laughing at my ignorance and naivety with this turbulent water? Qi Shui, if you smile like this, you will never have the memory of being abused, the pain of being abandoned, and the impetuous viciousness of people. The wheels are rolling, outside the window, my hometown is close at hand, and on the broken wall, there is a lovely girl looking out, perhaps, waiting for her sweetheart. Girl, I will silently pray to God in my heart, hoping that you and your sweetheart will grow old together. But, what about me? Who will pray for me? This fleeting time, like water, drained my beauty and youth, drained my hope for the future, and what was left? Let an old woman die alone? Leave yourself with a broken heart?
Rolling wheels! When can you stop and let me pick up the lost happiness again? What a fleeting time! When will you stop and let me find my lost face? The torrent of ice cream! When will you stop? Don't make me cry for your ridicule.
Qi water is still flowing quietly, and I can't hear the melodious piano sound in the distance. Occasionally, a few children play and run by, and I can't see them. Autumn wind blew down the last few flowers in late autumn, and the petals floated on the water. "What's the point of falling flowers?" Let's go, let's go. Farewell. Farewell.
When writing a composition with the first person as the heroine, I always feel that the Book of Songs is too obscure for me, so I always want to escape, let alone feel. However, watching "Self-protection" today suddenly made my heart tremble. I don't know where it came from, but to be sure, I was shocked.
Read softly over and over again, word by word, catchy, the more I feel the lingering sound. This is a lament from the depths of a sad and painful woman's soul. Thousands of years ago, she and her unforgettable sadness and hatred were concentrated in these scattered words, which could not be excavated, because excavation was a painful sorrow.
All marriages begin with beautiful love. The fascinating two of a kind described at the beginning of the poem is actually a foreshadowing for the sad ending. In the eyes of the young girl, a silly young man is holding a piece of cloth in his eyes and smiling for silk. She is waiting at the window. Inadvertently looking at each other, the young man's eyes are full of the purest enthusiasm, while her eyes are full of love. Suddenly, he felt embarrassed and bowed his head with a shy smile.
The boys and girls in Seeds of Love are filled with flawless innocence when they roll their eyes and look back. I seem to see images of two leading characters in their prime: how he said shyly, how she resigned gracefully in autumn; How reluctant he was to leave and how eager she was.
"Before the mulberry leaves fall, their leaves will flourish." Youth and beauty are so lingering and fleeting. "xi in picking pigeons, mulberries without food! If you are a woman, you have nothing to worry about! " Such a sentence seems to be out of a feudal * * * with a hint of sadness. No matter how strong the feelings are, they should be deliberately suppressed. What warning is hidden in this subtle and euphemistic discourse after this fierce exclamation point? Is it a sad cry? Or endless sadness?
"Mulberry has fallen, but it has turned yellow", and the true face of love tragedy has finally come out. She has been working hard and poor since she married him. Youyou Qishui, can you testify for me? Do you have eyes? Did you hear my accusation against him? Seven waters didn't say anything, but still silently wetted the boat curtain.
The following sentences are so cruel that when reading silently, there is always faint colic in my heart. After three years of miserable life, she worked hard, and "bearing" was the whole meaning of her life. "You have done everything you said. As for violence," Lang Xin is the most cruel. Intimacy day and night, and finally beautiful feelings slowly away, leaving only emptiness, boredom and boredom. And all this for her hard work, isn't it too unreasonable? "Calm down and think, bow your head and mourn", I seem to see that lonely figure again, that tragic woman who can only hurt herself in the mirror.
Her hatred can never be described as "regret". In a weak voice, she asked, All waters have shores, and all depressions have sides. Why don't you, my husband, stop? At this time, the camera cuts to the once young scene. What the original vows of eternal love, in the end, all disappeared in the years.
"On the contrary, I don't think about it." In the face of such love and marriage, what can she say and resist? Never, never. Waiting for her is endless patience, patience, and patience.
This is a marriage under the feudal system. In my opinion, it is a complete love tragedy.
Writing this ancient poem into an 800-word composition is the process of writing a woman's self-report and a man's love-marriage-abandonment.
Jiaxu is a love poem about a man who misses "Iraqi people" and wants to pursue her, but he can't reach it all the time, expressing his desire and disappointment. Literally, it means this, but it can rise to the national level. Men represent officials loyal to the country, and Iraqis are monarchs.
The two narrative angles are different, one is the man's angle and the other is the woman's angle.
The artistic techniques of the two are different, one is to express the feelings of * * * with things, and the other is narrative poetry, but there are also evocative techniques.
The two themes are different, one is longing and disappointment for beautiful women, and the other is complaining and accusing men of giving her impetuousness.
The similarities are as follows: The Book of Songs, A Qin Feng and A all express the love between men and women.
Yes, yes, that's it.
Dude, you can write the two together, the woman ran away, and the man chased the woman, but he couldn't catch up. Mm-hmm.
4. Write a 500-word story composition on the topic of Meng Meng who grew up with me.
At that time, he was a very gentle boy and took good care of me. Every time I hear his stupid laughter, I melt.
Meng said he had a wish to marry me when he grew up and turn me into the most beautiful bride in the world. Although I was very young at that time, every time I heard him say this, a sense of happiness would come to my mind.
Young I am as simple as a newly opened snow lotus, and I haven't even had time to shake off the dew. That day, self-protection came to my house with a silk cloth, and my favorite silly smile on her face. Only I know that he didn't come to buy silk, so it can be said that alcoholic's wine is not wine, and self-preservation wine is not silk.
He came here to discuss the wedding date with me, which was a secret between us and didn't report to my parents. This time, we will meet again in Qishui to discuss this matter.
Self-preservation is a little unhappy. It turned out that he thought I postponed the wedding. I think he is just like a child, making trouble without reason.
So, I was also angry and roared, "It's not that I delayed the wedding, but that you don't have a good matchmaker!" " "I was so angry that I couldn't say a word, so I turned and left. I was so frightened that I quickly caught up with him and said, "Please don't be angry, let's get married in autumn!" " "I haven't seen him for some time after Meng left.
Perhaps the noble autumn clouds have broadened my horizons, perhaps the fragrant autumn wind has smoothed the friction between me and self-protection, or perhaps Qiu Hong, who traveled in the south, touched my thoughts about him. I climbed up the collapsed wall, hoping to see his figure. Waiting for him there every day.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, the more I wait, the more I love. If I can't see him, my tears will keep flowing; But once that familiar figure appears beside me, I will forget all the pain of lovesickness and laugh instead.
Self-protection is still so peaceful on the surface, but his heart is getting colder and colder, and he no longer mentions our marriage to me. But I love him too much, madly in love with him.
Finally, I said to him, "Meng, go to divination." If there is nothing unlucky, let's get married! " "He held me tightly in his arms, and I felt warm and safe when I heard a gentle gasp. On our wedding day, we lived happily.
Meng's friends all envy him for having a beautiful young wife. And I, my eyes are always beating with the joy of getting married.
The figure of self-protection covered up all my sadness. I would rather live in this safe haven all my life and never come out. However, the good times did not last long. Three years of poverty has made me no longer young and beautiful, and self-protection has become more and more rude in this life.
The tender care of the past disappeared, and he began to scold me, and then he simply hit me. His behavior is changeable, and my hot tears can't bring back his gentle heart.
It turns out that happiness and love are actually two things without boundaries, just like missing and being together, love and abandonment, which cannot be confused. Therefore, when I love Meng deeply at the moment, I can still find the details of happiness.
Although the only picture I have in this detail is that it is Meng's warm hug, stupid smile and his oath. In my memory, irrelevant happiness is also irrelevant pain.
Happiness, and pain, because he once gave me tenderness, because he no longer gave me everything. The disappointing fruit of this autumn was watered by a failed marriage for three years ... "I want to leave Meng, I want to leave him!" " "The inner cry is so real.
I can, I really can leave him, because I can't be patient and considerate any longer. Perhaps, everything that happened was for vows, just for the fireworks that were different when I looked back later.
The moment of brilliant bloom is followed by a gloomy ending. After I left mangshi, I went home, and my family was very happy with my return.
And my sadness and pain are transferred to every hair. If the happiness of love is expressed in my eyes, then my sadness is hidden in my hair, and no one can find it, only myself mourns. I don't hate him, I just don't want to remember.
All vows are actually more fragile, more empty and can't stand the test than time. It's just that in my heart, there is no longer that person called self-preservation.
Since then, the corner that belongs to him has become empty, as if there is a deep and lonely echo, which came from a tap millions of years ago. From now on, we will be separated by a space as big as the whole universe.
Never see each other again Because I dare not listen to the oath, I want to forget self-protection and love, just like a rhinoceros forgets the morning, just like a waterfowl forgets the lake, just like an amputee forgets that he used to walk as fast as flying, just like the only thing ordinary people do-live.
5. Rewrite Feng Weimang into a short story ````` From the hero's point of view `````` All the masters came to help, and that man came again.
He came from far away, and his clothes were still covered with spray; He passed the broken wall where I used to stand and came into my sight. Honest young man, can you only use trade silk as an excuse? My parents and brother are here. Why don't you just say so?
My heart has softened-for the look on your face that you want to talk to, for the shy smile hanging on your mouth.
When the morning comes, the mulberry leaves are covered with dew. Do you know that?/You know what? This is the tears that I miss you. How many times have I crossed the dream, I stood in the lonely silhouette. Is this a sign of misfortune? You said that there is heaven and earth as evidence, and there are yarrow and ancient tortoise shells as evidence. But can vows of eternal love make love as fresh as mulberry leaves? Can a romantic moment guarantee a lifetime of intoxication like a dove?
Happy Tongguan and red candle last night. ...
When the dove woke up, she woke up from a dream. I woke up from my dream and I had nowhere to go.
Accompanied by starlight is my shadow; With the cock crowing, it is my silence. The people who returned to the customs disappeared in the wind, and yesterday's promise floated in the wind.
I'm leaving, when the yellow leaves fall. White hair is growing, and youth is gone. Farewell, my love!
6. Composition: Choose a fragment from "Mangfu" and write a narrative composition about the role of "Mangfu" according to imagination-the river of sighing. I am a river that has flowed quietly for thousands of years, living an ordinary and free life and witnessing countless joys and sorrows in the world.
The morning light, the blowing of mist and the ringing of turtledoves woke me up from my sleep. As soon as I opened my sleepy eyes, I saw a young man in his twenties coming from a distance. He walked in a hurry, with a simple and honest smile on his dark face, and he was getting closer. This smile is obviously full of sweetness. He came up to me, gently put the cloth in his hand on the nearby stone and leaned down. Looking at his back, I knew that another love scene was about to begin ... Sure enough, at noon, this young man came again, and there was a very handsome girl. Her slim figure and thick black braid make her simple and beautiful. He was anxious to say something. She grabbed the braid and bit her lip tightly. She walked silently and came to my side. The young man said, "May I?" Can you give me an accurate message today? "The girl remained silent, and the bright eyes of the young man became dim. He walked into my heart, and I heard his footsteps tell me that he could not bear to part. He is still thinking, hoping to get the answer in his dream. The girl was silent, and finally he didn't look back, and his heavy steps were full of frustration. Who knows, a silvery voice came from behind: "Let's take autumn as our wedding date!" He looked back doubtfully and saw a bright smiling face. He rushed forward cheering happily, and the wind brought his answer: "I will make you happy!" Autumn, wait for me! " The girl's eyes are full of smiles, and his back has long since disappeared. She is still looking around ... every evening after that, she will come to the river, look at the narrow path and frown slightly. With a sigh, tears streamed down. Looking at pear flower crying with rain, my heart is also very uncomfortable. Ask how the world is, teach people life and death ... the leaves on the trees by the river are like butterflies. Half of my face is red, and the girl is coming again. She stumbled, frowning, tearful and looking at it from a distance. No one was there. She stepped on the big stone next to her and stood on tiptoe to see the direction in which the man disappeared. In the misty eyes, I vaguely saw a black spot coming slowly and getting closer. When I took a closer look, I really missed it.
The young man used hawksbill to divine yarrow. Without a bad omen, he picked up the woman in his car. The girl became a beautiful bride, and autumn leaves seemed to be guests who came to the wedding. There was a wave in my heart, and I kept flapping the curtains on the car, which was blessing song I gave them. I hope they are happy ... I quietly flowed, watching the flowers bloom and fall, and the clouds rolled and went to Qiu Lai in spring. A plane tree leaves, the world knows autumn! Autumn is here again. I wonder how the bride got along that autumn? Suddenly, a cold wind blew through my thin dress, and I couldn't help shivering. The smiling sun was driven away by the outrageous dark clouds, and the flying leaves were like discarded pieces of paper. Suddenly, I saw a woman walking in the distance, stumbling, with messy hair and shabby clothes. Close, close, empty eyes, it was you? I can't believe it's really you, the once beautiful autumn bride. Why is the delicate face so rough? Why did the beautiful long hair lose its luster? Why are beautiful eyes full of sadness? You are sitting next to me, talking to yourself about your pain-the man who swore to you showed his true colors after he got you. Instead of being obedient to you, he punched and kicked you. You got up early and got greedy and miserable for housework. I listened to your complaints, patted the river bank, stirred the water, and felt sorry for you.
Silly boy, why do you feel sorry for an ungrateful person? Why are you so deeply in love that you can't see right or wrong? Turtledoves on mulberry trees are always chirping, but don't be greedy for mulberries, or you can't live without them! Give up what should be given up and pursue what should be pursued. You are still crying. I want to hold you in my arms and warm your tired heart, but I know I can't.
The cold winter will eventually pass, and spring will surely come. Melting ice water is scrambling to find their homes. The sky is blue, the sun pours thousands of miles, the trees are green, the leaves are tender, and the laughter of the turtledove spreads all over the world. A woman in clean old clothes came up to me. A touch of sadness can't hide her determined eyes, and a shallow smile tells of unyielding and strong. It turns out that you have given up, left him, pursued freedom, returned to the original you, and are still kind.
I caress your feet, let me wash away your fatigue and scars, and give you the strength to move forward! You are in the distance, with straight back and sonorous steps, and I believe it will be a sunny day tomorrow. I am a river, flowing quietly for thousands of years, living an ordinary and free life and witnessing countless joys and sorrows in the world.
7. Rewrite the senior one composition "Dream". The wheel of eight hundred words ran over my pain.
-rewrite the Book of Songs * Feng Wei * protect himself.
I caught a glimpse of him when he threw the last piece of luggage into the carriage. To my disappointment, there is no expression on his face. However, there is an unspeakable smile on the lover's face standing beside me, which makes me sick. I turned around and took a look at the place where I lived for many years, which filled me with hope, but it made me despair. I whipped my whip hard and set foot on my way.
Not long ago, I looked forward to this day, but I didn't expect it to come so soon. Poverty and repeated beatings left me scarred physically and mentally, and his absence every night was an indelible pain in my heart. All this is because I lost my beauty, but do I have to pay such a high price to accompany her to her old age?
Outside the window, the wheels are rolling, the birch trees on both sides of the road are still in pairs, the birds on the trees are still flying with me, but I am a person with a haggard face. I remember snuggling up to him when I came. He pointed to the red willow outside the window and said, "See it? I am the tree, shading you on sunny days and sheltering you from the wind and rain on cloudy days. " I smiled, and the happiness of love intoxicated me.
Suddenly, outside the window, the sound of running water gradually interrupted my thoughts. Isn't this ice cream? This river is like a mother! Why are you so excited? Do you remember when I swore to love him for life in front of you? Do you remember when he held my hand and said that we would grow old together? Are you laughing at my ignorance and naivety with this turbulent water? Qi Shui, if you smile like this, you will never have the memory of being abused, the pain of being abandoned, and the impetuous viciousness of people. The wheels are rolling, outside the window, my hometown is close at hand, and on the broken wall, there is a lovely girl looking out, perhaps, waiting for her sweetheart. Girl, I will silently pray to God in my heart, hoping that you and your sweetheart will grow old together. But, what about me? Who will pray for me? This fleeting time, like water, drained my beauty and youth, drained my hope for the future, and what was left? Let an old woman die alone? Leave yourself with a broken heart?
Rolling wheels! When can you stop and let me pick up the lost happiness again? What a fleeting time! When will you stop and let me find my lost face? The torrent of ice cream! When will you stop? Don't make me cry for your ridicule.
People in love! Is it difficult not to let the other person cry for you?
People in love! Is it hard to be together forever?
May lovers never part, but is it easy?
Qi water is still flowing quietly, and I can't hear the melodious piano sound in the distance. Occasionally, a few children play and run by, and I can't see them. Autumn wind blew down the last few flowers in late autumn, and the petals floated on the water. "What's the point of falling flowers?" Let's go, let's go. . . . . . Farewell. Farewell.
8. Write a composition about the sports image of "Meng" 1. That man is honest and gives cloth for silk.
One is to interpret "cloth" as cloth, so "holding cloth to trade silk" means exchanging cloth for silk; The second is to interpret "cloth" as an ancient coin, so "trading silk with cloth" means buying my silk with money. I'm not actually here to change silk. I am here to discuss marriage.
Send you through the ice water and go straight to Dunqiu. It's not that I'm stalling, but that you don't have a good matchmaker.
Please don't get angry. Let's fix the wedding date for autumn. Climb up the collapsed wall and look at the people coming.
Those who didn't see it, tears fell down. When I finally met you, I was talking and laughing.
You use tortoise plastron and yarrow for divination, and there is no writing on the wall. You drive to pick me up, and I'll marry you with my things.
Mulberry leaves are fresh and moist before falling. Alas, Turtledove, don't be greedy for mulberries! Alas, girl, don't indulge in men's love.
A man who is addicted to love can still get away. A girl addicted to love can't get rid of it.
When mulberry leaves fall, their leaves turn yellow and fall off one by one. Since I married your family, I have endured years of poverty.
The ice water waves rolled and the cloth curtain on the car was wet by the waves. There is nothing wrong with women, but men's behavior is inconsistent.
Men's love is uncertain, and feelings change again and again. Being your wife for many years has done all the hard work at home.
Get up early and go to bed late. Not a day goes by without it. When your wish is satisfied, you will become fierce.
Brothers don't understand my situation. They all laughed at me. Calm down and think, you can only be sad.
I want to grow old with you, but (now) my desire to grow old makes me very disgusted. No matter how wide the ice water is, there is always a shore, and no matter how big the low-humidity depression is, there are also sides (meaning that everything has certain restrictions, which compares the impermanence of people).
When I was a teenager, I played happily together and laughed heartily. The oath is sincere. I didn't expect you to change your mind.
You broke your oath and let go of your old feelings, so forget it! Repeat (stomp out the door-alas! ) I think at the beginning, you came to propose because you were afraid that others would know that you were pretending to be silk. I sent you across Qihe River to Dunqiu, and I can't bear to leave you.
How to express the girl's mind? Why can't you find a good matchmaker? Oh, don't be angry. I wait for you to get married in autumn. Standing on that wall every day looking at you on the other side of Qihe River.
Why haven't you come yet? Tears just flow. Seeing you from afar, I rushed over and said with a smile, I forgot that tears were still on my face.
That day, you were so solemn and prophetic, and it was really gratifying to see that divination. You are happy to pick me up by car. I came to your house with my dowry and heard the tribute singing "Guan Ju".
(Thinking in the car, I looked up and saw mulberry trees. Mulberry leaves were yellow and gone with the wind. When I got married here, the mulberry leaves were tender and the turtledove was so happy.
Turtle dove, delicious mulberry will make you unconscious, girl, sweet love will make you forget yourself! Boys can extricate themselves from love, but girls can't extricate themselves! Mulberry leaves are yellow and gone with the wind, and the girl's face is getting old! I have been married to your family for so many years and have been suffering with you until now. The sound of running water surprised me. It turns out that the car crossed Qihe River.
The river was so big that it wet the curtain on the car and was in harmony with my tears. The cloth curtain is dotted with water. There is nothing wrong with my girl, but you have changed your mind! Men are all playboys. As a housewife in your family, I have suffered a lot.
Get up early and go to bed late every day. I never slack off. Life is getting better, how can I change my mind? I hesitated when the car arrived at the door. )
Come on in, brother. Hee hee corners of the mouth. Hide in the house and think about it. Only you can sigh.
I've always wanted to grow old with you, and now I'm full of anger when I think about it. No matter how wide Qihe River is, there are banks. No matter how wide the lowlands are, there is still one side.
Childhood, full of joy, you and I sincerely wish, I didn't expect you to change your mind! Since you abandoned me, I will bite my teeth and forget you! "Feng Weimang" is a folk song with a history of more than 2700 years. With a woman's mouth, it truly tells her emotional experience and profound experience, which is a vivid portrayal of love scrolls, and also leaves valuable information on local conditions and customs at that time for future generations. Today, it is still enlightening.
Here we ignore the narrative way in the poem, only savor what is said in the poem, and add a little description in the poem to reproduce the love experience of this woman and "Meng" with thick lines. Playing with him since childhood has left many happy memories.
Later, their family moved to Guanfu, a distant place, and never saw him again. One day, he suddenly came to our house with a piece of cloth for silk.
Seeing his simple smile, I knew he came to me on the grounds of changing silk. Sure enough, he said he couldn't get rid of me all these years and hoped I could marry him.
My family grows mulberry and sericulture, and his family reeling and weaving. They are all hardworking families. He has been honest and kind since he was a child, and he is the only thrill for me. However, the girl's shyness made me unable to directly promise him.
I said, "It's still early. Let's talk about it later. " Send him home, all the way.
It really hurts to see him moping. I didn't want to be reserved, so I told him, "I didn't mean to delay." You have to find a good matchmaker to tell my family. "
I was still embarrassed to see him, so I simply said, "Look, you are in a hurry! Please allow me to make some wedding preparations and come and marry me in the cool autumn. " His arrival aroused my feelings.
After he left, he didn't miss him for a moment. How many times, I climbed to the heights, expecting his arrival, but I always came back disappointed and cried again and again.
That day, he finally came. I ran to meet him at a distance and went home together, talking and laughing.
He is tortoise shell and yarrow, divination, good luck and all his wishes. What are you waiting for? I told him to drive faster and bring my wedding dowry.
After several years of marriage, there is not a day when I don't get up early and go to bed late. I try my best to do housework and never complain. I don't know where I am wrong, but he is far from being good to me.
When I was unmarried, I vowed to love me for life. I've only been married for a few years and often lose my temper with me. I want to grow old with him, but what's the point of growing old like this? Who should I tell in this case?
My parents don't know why, but they just laugh at me. Calm down and think about it.