Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away. Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic.
With a wave of his hand, he will be separated from now on, and his friend on horseback will carry him on a long journey, blowing a long wind, as if reluctant to leave. -Li Bai's "Farewell to Friends" The platform was crowded with people and there was noise everywhere.
Some of the sadness at dinner has now disappeared. You stare blankly at the stop sign in front of you, and then take out a ticket with a corner cut off.
The railway station was built on a highland in the city. No matter which direction you look out, the landscape is unobstructed, with Qingshan in the north and Qinghe in the east.
But I don't know why, the scenery in front of me can't attract me. I think I may be a little tired and used to many separations in my life.
Here comes the train. Imagine this is a classic separation.
You and I drifted to the door of a post station in the Tang Dynasty with the wind, so be a romantic poet. The porter is loading your luggage into the carriage.
This may be the most magnificent and exciting time in history, but life is short after all, and many dreams will die with the silence of the years. You have doubts about your future, and I certainly share them.
But at this moment, I think more about your fate than about myself. People often regret failure, but how can a life without rising and chasing fail? From this perspective, my friend, your constant pursuit of an ideal life is bound to be lonely and wandering.
So please don't worry, don't worry. Look! Look! There are clouds floating overhead, sometimes to the east and sometimes to the west. Isn't she just as elusive?
The sun is about to sink into the sea, and I will ride home alone. In fact, we are all facing the same journey and the same fate! Please don't waste any more time, get on the horse, get on the horse! Let Benma take us to unknown places. A?vagho?a rustled.
The train rumbled. I almost shed tears.
If you analyze the meaning of poetry, there are some on Baidu. Just enter the name of this poem.
2. Send an ancient poem to a friend and rewrite it into a composition one year later.
1. Outside the wandering house, a biting cold wind is blowing. In a shabby hut, an old man in his sixties is sitting on the kang to prepare a long trip for his son. The loving mother sat in the dim light, sewing clothes for her son Meng Jiao. Holding the needle in her left hand and the thread in her right hand, she slowly passed through the eye of the needle, tied a knot and sewed it carefully.
This needle and thread contains the mother's concern and worry about her son. She is worried that her son won't be home for a long time. My family is too poor to buy silks and satins for my son. There are only coarse fabrics. "son! You should be careful everywhere outside, get along well with others, and often write home to reassure your mother! " Say that finish, choked up, at this moment, tears involuntarily fell down.
Meng Jiao put down the book, looked at his loving mother and nodded deeply. At this time, he was full of thoughts and even decided to stay at home with his mother, but he couldn't let her down. In order to repay her, he had to make a name for himself.
He remembered the difficulty of going to school as a child and his mother's hard work. When I was a child, Meng Jiao's family was very poor and had no money to send him to school.
He also knows that it is not easy to understand his mother. Much as he wants to go, he doesn't want to burden his mother. The cautious mother finally realized that in order to let her son go to school early, she worked hard to weave and work hard every day.
Finally, the mother gave some money to her son. The son was shocked, and the mother only said, "Take it!" "Meng Jiao knew that money didn't come easily, so he studied hard ... Now, he can go abroad to study. His inner excitement is beyond anyone's understanding, and so is his concern for his mother. Tomorrow, he will leave, leave his loving mother, leave this shabby hut, and leave his hometown where he was born and raised.
He can't say what he doesn't want. He can't do anything for his mother. He can only say that he will miss it forever and study hard outside. He can't help singing a poem in his heart: the thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward boy's body. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? Outside, the biting wind is still blowing, but this small room is full of warm spring.
Hope to adopt.
3. Send a friend to rewrite the narrative. The river in the distance is still flowing silently, flowing and flowing to an unknown distance. The sun sets, leaving only a curved afterglow.
How can I describe my current mood? Looking at his determined side face, I know that everything is a foregone conclusion. Just like when he told me he was leaving, I just saw his deep eyes and knew he was leaving, leaving the place where he had lived for twenty years. So, I don't have any retention, just help him pack. I secretly put the money in my luggage. It's not much, but it's all at home. I'm fine, but I keep it. I don't have to go out. In addition, the money I earn from washing clothes for Mr. Wang's family every month is enough for my expenses. You are different. You still have a long way to go without my care. You must be careful not to put your money where it should be spent.
The eggs in my luggage were made early today. I wrapped them in the innermost part, which is not easy to break. It's still warm. Is that under the little white in the cage? Do you remember? At first, I looked at Xiaobai thin and said that he had not grown up. You feed it yourself every day, and now it finally begins to lay eggs, but you have to leave. Let's go, there's nothing to let go of.
The new clothes below are just made for you, and the time is in a hurry. I was going to give it to you on your birthday, who knows. . ? You must remember to wear it on your birthday. Where are the sleeves of the clothes? I lengthened them for you. I know your hands are always cold when you are studying and writing. Those shoes are new, too. Don't be reluctant to wear it. I'll bring them to you when someone comes back. Go out, you want to see the world, don't be too shabby.
Stop dawdling, it's getting late, get on the horse! Remember to be safe when you have a chance. What are you talking about? I can't read Let's leave now. Have a nice trip.
The horse hissed away, and the sunset left a long shadow of blood in the river, much like tears leaving people.
In the waving hand, there is a pale paper with wet ink on it: "
Green mountains are located on the north side of the city wall, and the sparkling water surrounds the east of the city.
Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away.
Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic.
With a wave of his hand, he will be separated from now on, and his friend on horseback will carry him on a long journey, blowing a long wind, as if reluctant to leave. "
4. Rewrite how to write a composition for friends. Castle Peak stretches across the North City, and sparkling water flows around the East City.
Meng Haoran and I took the horse and took two steps in three steps. How I wish I couldn't get there-a place that makes me sad again and again. "After parting here, we are like flying grass, drifting thousands of miles.
Dude, do you think we'll never see each other again if we just part? "I waved my sleeve, wiped away the tears in my eyes and whispered." Taibai, how can you say that? Meng Haoran patted me on the shoulder and said slowly, "I know Taibai doesn't want to accept parting, but my mother is dying. I have to see her old man's house the next day. I can't bear to part with you!" At this time, a breeze blew, a white cloud floated in the sky with the wind, and a touch of red sunset slowly sank in the distance, as if unable to bear to leave the earth.
Looking at this scene, I not only sighed with emotion: "Brother, you have always told me that' parting is the beginning of gathering', and I sometimes comfort myself like this. I always want time to go slower and slower, but I always have to face parting! " "Too white, in fact, you don't have to be so sad. I will bring the earth here, and my heart will always be here! " Although Meng Haoran looks calm, I have noticed that his eyes are moist. He's just trying to smile. "On that occasion, you and I traveled to Jingting Mountain, and when we reached the top of the mountain, you wrote a poem ..." "Birds fly high, and the clouds come alone.
You look at me, I look at you, and there are only my eyes and Jingting Mountain's eyes. "Of course I remember that poem. After listening to it, you cheered again and again, saying that as long as you are with nature, you will not be lonely.
"It's getting late, you are quick to get on the horse and go home! When I get there, I need someone to report peace! " He dragged the horse away, but the horse didn't seem to want to leave, and finally refused to run. After all, it stayed in my stable for almost half a month, and they also had feelings. "Taibai, you and I are here today, I don't know when to meet again, but I won't forget this brotherhood!" I smiled, waved, drank and cried, "elder brother! I respect you! Take care-""Drive! " With a reluctant cry, the horse screamed and ran away, as if to set a permanent brotherhood for us. Please click accept.
5. Rewrite the poem to send a friend into vernacular Chinese. In the face of friends who are about to leave, Li Bai is reluctant to part. They come to the city and walk side by side, unwilling to part.
In the distance, green hills rise and fall, standing in the north of the outer city, and sparkling water gurgles down from the east of the city. From then on, friends will go to work and live in a distant place alone, see a white cloud floating in the air, and think of friends who will be separated from Wan Li in the future. In a strange place, there are no relatives and friends, just like floating clouds in the air, floating in the wind and running around; In the distance, a red sun slowly sets, and it seems that he can't bear to leave the earth suddenly, just like the poet's mood at the moment.
But life is like this, gathering is always short-lived, although reluctant, but still have to separate and embark on a new journey. At this time, the horse seemed to understand his master's mind and raised his head and hissed not far away. I hope I can help you send me a little red flower. Thank you ~ ~.
6. I feel anxious about the evening. I live in an old woman's house in Li Shihao village.
Although the home is very simple, it is very clean, and the roof and walls have long cracked. A hungry baby fell asleep in the bed. The old woman brought me a bowl of clear water and let me drink it slowly. Stop choking. Although it's just a common sentence, it reminds me of my mother. My father is old, but at this time, although my son is not with her ... I can't help crying when I think about it.
The old woman sat next to me and told me that although her family used to be poor, they were all safe and overcame all difficulties, but now, now … before she finished, the old woman began to cry. The hardships of the years have already left a mark on her face. Her head is covered with silver hair, and the lines on her head and eyes are heavy. Under her two faint eyebrows, a pair of eyes were bloodshot, and a pair of hard hands were cracked in the dry ditch. The clothes faded and were patched a lot.
At this time, an old man came out of it, thinking it would be the old woman's husband. In the evening, shouts came from outside, "How many people are left in your family? This has nothing to do with us. Anyway, we took this man away.
Be well-advised to let go, otherwise-! "Followed by the cries and shouts of a group of children, old people and women. When the old woman and the old man heard this action, they both looked very nervous. The two old men looked at each other, and then the old man climbed up the wall and ran away.
The old woman sat in a chair and thought she was calm, but she couldn't calm down. The teacup trembled in her hand and the water came out. The old woman stood up and tried to wipe off the water with a cloth, but she almost fell down. The old woman sat back in her chair, clasped her hands tightly together and put them on her chest as if praying. There was a knock at the door in the silent hut. The old woman looked up and turned to the door as if she had been electrocuted.
Muttered: "Come, come, come again, the police officers are coming to arrest people again." There was another knock at the door: "Open the door! Open the door! " The old woman staggered to open the door with a cane.
"How so long to open the door, want to dead tired the yes? ! ""no, no, I dare not, I dare not. Just, just, I'm not feeling well and I can't walk fast; I hope these two grandfathers will forgive me a lot. "
How noisy the officers are! How sad the old woman's crying voice is. (I) heard the old woman go up and talk (to the officer): (Yes) All three sons have gone to defend Yecheng.
One son sent a message (saying) that the other two sons had just died in battle recently. Those who survive (like us) just drag out an ignoble existence, and those who die will never exist! There is no other man in the family, only a grandson who is still nursing.
Her grandson is here, and her mother hasn't left, but she doesn't have complete clothes when she goes in and out. Although the old woman is old and weak, please let me go back to camp with you tonight, and then go to Heyang to wait on her and prepare breakfast.
Late at night, the sound disappeared, as if someone was crying in a low voice. When he was on the road at dawn, he only said goodbye to the old man.
The old woman has been taken to service by the police. It is my happiness to help you. The team born for dreams wishes you progress in your study. If you don't understand, please ask. If you understand, please adopt it in time! (*^__^*}。
7. The purpose of rewriting Tang poetry is to let a friend check Niu Xiji.
The smoke of spring has come, and the sky is light and the stars are small.
The waning moon has Zhang Mingliang's face, so don't cry at dawn.
Too many words, too many feelings. Looking back, it is still important.
Remember the green clothes and pity the grass everywhere.
Niu Xiji, health inspector.
The crescent moon bends like an eyebrow and has no intention of reunion.
Red beans are unsightly and full of acacia tears.
Divide peaches all day, and people are in their hearts.
Sooner or later, the two partition flowers will tie the knot.
Yunmei A* in Wushan section
A*(xun2)= next to Wang Ti+ten days in the morning, noon and evening.
The ancient temple is surrounded by green trees and the palace pillow is flowing.
Shuishan locks the makeup building, and the past is long.
Clouds and rains are still dusk, and fireworks are in spring and autumn.
Why did the crying ape get close to the lonely boat? A traveler is worried.