Rewrite the 800-word composition of The Book of Songs

The four seasons cycle, the flowers bloom, the new buds of Osmunda japonica have grown up, and the lights in the distance are still on. Every road leads to my home, but I can't go home. I fantasize about going back and blowing out its wait. I fantasized for a year! One year! I fought with you at the end of the world. In front of a busy killer, I never stopped, just to keep fighting with you. When winter goes and spring comes, the delicate Osmunda japonica just sticks out its tender green buds, trying to penetrate the hillside of the field and the frozen stream. A light is still on in the distance, and a gentle killer is worried at night. Full of sad seeking eruption, muddy village, no touching pain, all the days are covered with thorns, xanthium and tears. The defense is like the sea, and the tide rises and falls. I'm on a stormy ship, staring blankly. I have a swan goose delivering letters, and I don't know where to fly. You are sitting at the end of the corridor where I miss you, and suddenly you are covered by another October depicted by rain, snow and frost. The war in the kingdom riveted my feet, pressing them day and night, and my heart was vague and painful. I am afraid that the fire will go out and the flowers will fall, so I will let my youth be buried somewhere else. In my dream, I heard the sound of flowers blooming, Fang Fei Tang Dihua; Horses cross the cold river, the wind lifts their shirts, the stars roar, the sound of fire burning, the sound of city collapse, and the desolation and chaos of the years. Who can ask to live in peace? As long as I have a knife, I will let the attacker run away in rout. The car is slow, the armor sword is full of majestic posture, and it is always ready to deal with it. Chariots, horses, fish skins, rocket launchers, carved bows, and continuous beacon smoke. Guards with halberds never take off their armor. I waited coldly, the bonfire lit, the horn sounded and I was ready to attack. I'm tired, please allow me to stop. I am holding my brother. Do you remember the green willow in my hometown? Remember how many acacia tears fell on the land you stepped on? Remember where your blood was left in the mud? Do you remember? There are many people waiting for your return under the tree in the distance. Finding ditches is a gift, but it's already gray. When mysteriously leaving, the willow tree smiles, and the breeze caresses the warmth of the sun, vaguely like yesterday; Now I'm back, one foot is heavy, but the other foot is nowhere to be found, forgetting the broken dust and the residual flowers with blood and tears. I came back empty-handed, and I put my hands into the air-snow and snow covered my heart on a warm day. It's been a whole year, and this bloody war still makes me unable to adapt. Fear, nausea, sadness, anxiety, all kinds of emotions torment me. The ancients often said that it is happy and glorious to fight for the defence of our country. What I see, however, is the bleak sky, full of color and sadness, and the gray face distorted by fear. Where is happiness and glory? The endless war has caused a lot of loss of life. I don't know when this evil day will be over! Eat Osmunda japonica every day and watch them grow day by day, and the early buds become the last dead leaves. Maybe one day, even this last thing has been eaten? ! I am too tired to eat and sleep every day. Sometimes, looking up at the sky and the night is as quiet as water, I will think of my hometown. Is my family praying for my early return to the bright moon? Fade, fade! Hu Bugui? Why is Hu Weiwei exposed because of Wei Jun? It's getting dark It's getting dark Why don't you go home? The bow of the micro-monarch, Hu Weiwei in the mud? Full of trauma has made my mouth speechless, only a deep sigh. Who can soothe my pain? The flowers in Tang Di are still in full bloom. The gorgeous flowers add a little bright color to this gray battlefield, but it makes people feel unspeakable desolation. A horse chariot is like a fish suit. In the face of this well-trained army, I should be proud and have no complaints. With such a powerful army, our country should be at peace. However, standing on the blood and bodies of my companions, how can I not be sad or panic! Maybe one day, I will become a cold corpse and be buried by the yellow sand of the years. But I am a person, and I must shoulder the responsibility of defending the vast land of China to which I am attached. I was wearing a military uniform, listening to Ma Si's screams and the wind whistling. The spear in my hand pierced the enemy's chest again and again, and the warm blood dyed my whole body red. In a trance, I seem to see nothing, and my ears are silent, leaving only the crimson sky, like sunset glow, like pink stillness-the enemy's sword pierced my body and stripped my soul a little. No pain, no tears ... Suddenly, I drifted back to my hometown. The past Yi Yi Liu Yang has long since ceased to exist. Now, I am greeted by endless snow and endless loneliness. Snow passed through my clear body and turned into a wisp of smoke-no, I have no body. Now I am just a wandering soul attached to the world. I went back to the place where I had appeared countless times in my dream. There, my family is still expecting my return, but I don't know, I am standing beside them. I reached out to touch my wife's beautiful and haggard face, but I went straight through her body. I tried to call her name, but I found that there was no sound. Tears slid silently across my cheeks, without temperature. We are close at hand, but far away. I'm leaving eventually. Leave slowly, turn around silently, stare at the haunting home, feel inexplicably sad in my heart, and my steps are too slow to move. But I have to go. My family and I have long been separated by yin and yang, and staying here can only increase sadness. What awaits me ahead will be the next reincarnation. Willow trees in Yiyi, rustling snowflakes, this sleepless winter, a little nostalgic, disappointed several times. -Inscription Snow dances like goose feathers all over the sky, and catkins are not due to the wind. Walking alone in this beautiful world, sad and happy? Inadvertently, a snowflake fell into the palm of your hand and looked at its crystal water chestnut. When it was about to melt, I couldn't help but feel something in my heart. I remember when I joined the army, my family and I said goodbye by the willow trees where the breeze blew. We were separated for several years. Are parents looking forward to their children coming back, and are their temples already gray? My wife and children are worried. How are you now? The snow is getting bigger and bigger, you don't know, eight In the snow crossed the Tatar sky; The cold wind is biting and the border is tight, so you can't see it. The general was white-haired and in tears. I'm guarding the frontier fortress. Who can know me? There is a shortage of rations, and soldiers are accompanied by Osmunda all the year round. Watching the new buds of Osmunda japonica sprout, tender and tender, and then the stems and leaves get old, another year passed unconsciously. When will the wish to go home come true? Riots often occur in border areas, and I don't know how many times I have changed my garrison. It's hard to bring home my letter. Let me talk to this Osmunda japonica, hoping that the wind will carry it home. The horn sounded again, and our army was about to meet it. Do you still have white hair on your temples, relatives in your hometown? How much do you know about the tension of marching? The flowers of Tang Di are blooming on the roadside, and our army is full of morale and well-equipped. How many battles have we won for our country? How dare we rebel? Ride the horse and run to the battlefield, so that stubborn people can see what our army can do! There was no time to take off the armor, and the horn of another battle had already sounded. Family, do you know the urgency of military affairs? Is the breeze blowing on my cheek in the battle your comfort? On the way home, the footprints of walking were deeply buried by heavy snow, and the road ahead was quite long. Over there, I vaguely saw my family waiting anxiously on the bank of the old willow tree. Honey, can you wait a little longer? You know the sadness of joining the army. I hope I can show you the number of snowflakes in front. The army is eager. Who knows me? In the past, willows, patches of Osmunda japonica and snowflakes were in full bloom. -P.S.