Ancient poetry is at least 20 words, and even copying and translation are more than 50 words. ...
Ancient poetry villagers' residence
A clear stream gurgles around a family all year round. There are five people in this family, one old and one young, one hardworking and simple eldest son, one clever second son and one naughty little son. They live happily. On this day, the eldest son told his parents that he would cultivate land for his father, and his parents agreed. Then, the old man and the old woman opened a bottle of wine to amuse each other. At this time, the second son came, and his father said that he would mend the broken chicken coop. The second son agreed, and their favorite naughty little son didn't want to give his parents any trouble, so he squatted by the stream to pick up the lotus. The eldest son and the second son looked at their younger brother and smiled from time to time. Inside, the old man and the old woman chatted happily, sentence by sentence, drunk. What a harmonious family this is, how can it not be envied?
(2) Write a story with ancient poetry, 50 words ... 100 words.
That is to say, in the Dezong period of the Tang Dynasty, Meng Jiao was appointed as the county magistrate of Liyang County, Jiangsu Province. One night, he was reading in the study. After watching it for a while, he felt a little tired, so he stood up and went to the window. At this time, the bright moon is in the sky outside the window, and the night breeze is blowing gently. He looked up at the bright moon and was homesick.
Looking back on my decades of studying hard at a cold window, I didn't become a scholar and a small county magistrate until I was in my fifties. In these decades, how much effort the old mother has paid for herself! Every time I go to Beijing to catch the exam, my white-haired old mother is always busy before going out, preparing luggage for herself. Especially the night before I went out, my mother sat under the dim oil lamp and sewed clothes for herself stitch by stitch. While sewing, my mother whispered, "sew more stitches and sew more closely, which will be strong and durable." Take care of yourself when you go out, come back early, and don't let your mother miss you at home ... "At that time, listening to her mother's warm words and looking at her wrinkled face and frosty white hair, Meng Jiao felt a burst of sadness in his heart and his eyes were moist ... He deeply felt that maternal love was so great and as warm as the sunshine in spring.
Meng jiao thought of here, a * * * echoed in the chest. Before he returned to the case just visible, he wrote:
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
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?
(3) Make up a 40-word story with ancient poems,,,,,,,,,,
A five-line poem has 20 words ... a story has only 40 words ... Do you think this will work? ...
(4) Make an ancient poem into a 50-word short story.
Chishang
(Tang)
Bai Juyi
A child propped up the boat and secretly picked the white lotus back.
He didn't know how to hide the trail. The duckweed on the water left a boat through the trail.
A child is holding a boat in it, Rong
Picked the white lotus secretly and came back. He didn't know how to hide his trail. A boat crossed the duckweed on the water. The big lotus in the pond is fresh and fragrant, how tempting! A child secretly punted a few and rowed back quickly. He still doesn't know how to hide the trace of stealing lotus, thinking that no one knows; But when the boat passes, the level is assisted. ...
5] Stories about ancient poems (about 50 words)
First of all, this is the story of Ji Xiaolan, a great scholar in Qing Dynasty:
When Mr. Ji was very young, he was clever and naughty, and often made the teacher laugh and cry (the teacher's surname was Shi); One day, Ji Xiaolan took a little yellow bird to school to play. Just as he was having fun, Teacher Shi came in. Ji Xiaolan immediately hid the bird behind the loose brick on the wall. Teacher Shi also saw it. He pretended not to know and went to class. But when Teacher Shi walked to the wall with a poem, he suddenly pushed the brick back with his hand, and the poor bird was crushed to death. The teacher is still proud to say:
Good feathers and good birds die after bricks. "
Ji Xiaolan thought for a moment and said, "Teacher, can I give you a word? The teacher still proudly said, "Of course. Ji Xiaolan said, "You read JIA Yu's fine birds. I will give you a coarse-haired beast, your bricks, my stones, my first time and my life.
Rough-haired beasts and stones come first. "
When the teacher heard this, he knew that Ji Xiaolan was cursing him with homonym. His nose was crooked, but he was right or wrong!
[6] String the ancient poems together and make up a short story (about 50 words).
As night falls, the endless grassland, blown by the evening breeze, sets off layers of "waves". Suddenly, there were several melodious flutes in the distance, followed by silence. The flute is getting clearer and clearer. At the end of the field of vision, a low figure appeared. It's a little shepherd boy playing the flute. The little shepherd boy came slowly, and the beautiful flute was blown off and on by the evening breeze.
Mother has been waiting for him at the entrance to the village. Although the family is poor in food, the little shepherd boy eats very sweetly. Mother looked at him and smiled.
The sun went down and a bright moon rose into the sky. The little shepherd boy can't stand his playful character. He didn't take off the hemp fiber, but lay on the haystack, playing one tune after another until the full moon, thinking about the story of the jade rabbit smashing medicine. He closed his eyes and fell asleep in the silver moonlight.
I once wrote a 50-word story with Qiu Si's ancient poems.
The autumn wind blows gently in Luoyang city. I want to write a letter to my family. After the letter was written, I was worried that I could not express my feelings. The sender has to open it to see if it was written by fo.
Poetry and short stories of about 50 words.
Jia Dao took part in the imperial examination for the first time and lived in Beijing. One day, he remembered two poems on the donkey's back: "Birds live in trees by the pool, and monks knock on the door on the moon." I wanted to use the word "push" again, but I couldn't decide to refine it, so I chanted on the donkey's back and reached out to make a deliberate gesture. I am surprised to see such a person as him. At that time, Han Yu, acting as the chief executive of Beijing, was patrolling with horses and chariots. Jia Dao unconsciously went to the ceremony of Han Yu in the third quarter and kept gesturing. This will not be pushed to Han Yu by the attendants around him. Jia Dao truthfully answered the poem he got, but he was not sure whether to use the word "who" or "knock", so he forgot what was in front of him and didn't know how to avoid it. Han Yu stopped to think for a long time and said to Jia Dao, "It is good to use the word' knock'." So they rode home side by side on donkeys and discussed the method of writing poems together. They were reluctant to part, and after staying for a few days, Han Yu forged a deep friendship with Jia Dao.
Levies an ancient poetry story of about 50 words.
Jia Daochu went to Juzhou, in the capital. One day, there was a saying on the donkey: "The bird stayed in the tree by the pool, and the monk knocked on the moon." When I returned, I wanted to "push" the answer, but I hesitated. I sang on the donkey, and the audience was stunned. When the right to retreat from North Korea was Jing, the car rode out, and the island did not think it was the third quarter. This is still a gesture. Russia supports Yin Qian's left and right. The words "push" and "knock" are indecisive about the poems obtained by Shimaju, and they are like an elephant, and I don't know how to avoid them. After a long retreat, he called Dao: "The word' knock' is good." So they went back together and talked with * * * about poetry, leaving all the troubles of the day behind, because they were friends on the island.
⑽ A short poem and a 50-word short story.
Deliberate hint
Jia Dao took part in the imperial examination for the first time and lived in Beijing. One day, he remembered two poems on the donkey's back: "Birds stay in the pond and specialize in trees, and monks knock on the door." I want to use the word "push" again, but I can't decide how to refine it, so I chanted on the donkey's back and reached out and made a deliberate gesture. I am surprised to see such a person as him. At that time, Han Yu, acting as the chief executive of Beijing, was patrolling with horses and chariots. Jia Dao unconsciously went to the ceremony of Han Yu in the third quarter and kept gesturing. This will not be pushed to Han Yu by the attendants around him. Jia Dao truthfully answered the poem he got, but he was not sure whether to use the word "who" or "knock", so he forgot what was in front of him and didn't know how to avoid it. Han Yu stopped to think for a long time and said to Jia Dao, "It is good to use the word' knock'." So they rode home side by side on donkeys, talked about the methods of writing poems together, and were reluctant to leave each other for several days, so Han Yu and Jia Dao forged a deep friendship.