Jiangnan, a wet name, has always been a green dream for me who has lived in the north for a long time. My yearning for Jiangnan and my special liking for Jiangnan once made me doubt that my ancestral home should not be in the cold north. When I read Dai Wangshu's Rain Lane in middle school, I almost decided that I was the girl with lilacs. I don't think the rain lane is in the north, but in the south of the Yangtze River. Only Jiangnan has a rainy lane. Qingshi Road glows blue in the drizzle, with tall old stone walls covered with moss on both sides. There should be a small stone arch bridge at the end of the alley. There is a boat rowing slowly under the bridge and a graceful one standing on the bow deck. . . . . .
This is the Jiangnan in my dream, so real and so hazy, so kind and so strange. Oh, Jiangnan, I should come to see you again. I should find my own rain lane.
Therefore, I chose Suzhou, because she is slender and elegant, because she is reserved and serene.
When I arrived in Suzhou, the weather was particularly sunny. I stayed in a hotel and asked the waiter about the weather and when it would rain. The boy looked at me in surprise. He said that I was the most special tourist he had ever seen. I smiled and did not explain. Suzhou itself is made of rain. If there is no rain, it is like a girl without bright eyes and a flower without dew. Finally, I woke up one morning and found a drizzle floating outside the window. I happily put on the white cheongsam I bought in Suzhou, and then played a lavender oil-paper umbrella. When I walked to the hall, I asked the boy where there was an alley. He was obviously confused. He said there are many alleys in Suzhou, and I don't know which one to look for. I said the oldest, longest and quietest. He smiled, revealing a row of beautiful teeth. He said it was a little difficult, but he could tell me that there was an alley not far from here. He doesn't know if it is the oldest, but he thinks it is the longest and quietest. I smiled and thanked him. Just as I walked out of the gate, he told me that you are a tourist who really knows Suzhou.
I found the alley, and the moment I walked into her, the world suddenly quieted down, and all the noise stopped, only me and this rainy alley. I walked in slowly, and the footsteps on the bluestone board were my long inquiry. I said to myself, "I'm coming." This alley is really long and quiet. I think it should be the oldest, at least in my heart. The rain all over the sky weaves a fine net outside my umbrella. I touch the soft and slippery moss on the stone wall with my hand, and the dark green behind me must be full of vicissitudes. I don't know what will be on the other side of the high wall, maybe a teahouse or a bustling city, but I think there must be a big house thousands of years ago, and there must be a small building in the house. There must be a lonely woman upstairs sighing at the window. Her sad eyes faintly hurt the loneliness of thousands of years through the boundless net. At the moment, she is listening to the monologue in my heart. I am that woman, you are my previous life, and I am your afterlife. The rain lane is so long and quiet, as if it were a tunnel leading to history. A thousand years ago, purple sadness became a faint lilac in this rainy lane. I am the girl who walks gracefully with an umbrella. I'm taking a deep breath, and I was taking a deep breath thousands of years ago. My limbs and soul have dissolved in this wet fog, and then they evaporate and float away together. . . . . . At this moment, the melody that has been sung in my heart for 10,000 times has faded into a voice-over, and the exquisite hand holding a fine porcelain tea bowl that has been painted in my heart for 10,000 times has been dizzy and dyed into the background. The world has been frozen in this rainy lane, and I am a slightly yellowed silhouette in this rainy lane.
At this time, a burst of footsteps from far and near interrupted my desire. That is a girl walking leisurely with an umbrella. Just as we passed by, we all paused and smiled at each other. We are all wearing moonlight cheongsam and holding a lavender oiled paper umbrella. What a coincidence! In the same place, at the same time, two strangers wearing the same clothes met in the rain and forgot each other.
At the moment of looking back, I suddenly realized that I had reached the end of the alley and time was changing here. There is a traffic jam outside the alley, and there is a silent and restrained watch inside the alley. History has quietly faded out, waving goodbye to me in the distant horizon, and the girl who smiled at me has long since disappeared. She is the spirit of this rainy lane, waiting here for thousands of years, just to pass me by today? Maybe she, like me, is here looking for a dream that has been lost for thousands of years?
There are 600 words here, right?
The Millennium Covenant of 2.600-word novels
The moonlight is dim, the trees are swaying and the whole city is smiling. The Millennium Covenant is just to look back on the present.
Whose string did the beautiful woman under the tree touch? Who doesn't remember whose face has changed through the ages?
Millennium Covenant, looking back and waiting.
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"Moore." A phone call touched a beautiful woman's heart. I looked up and saw the moon, with a wry smile, and I didn't know what I was thinking. He died, and so did my heart. How can he call a name that has not been called enough times? I fell in love and accepted the pain. What if the world of mortals sees through it? After all, you can't escape the punishment of fate. People who go against the sky, punishment will make you very painful, and your heart will be scarred and can't be stitched up again.
A drop of blood is dripping, and my heart can't beat, so I am sleeping. Oh, living is more painful than dying, so die, carefree. Yimo Mambaoqin gradually walked into the lake in the moonlight, and the lake gradually soaked his clothes. He looked up at the moon and died without attachments. Footsteps moved lightly to the lake, getting deeper and deeper.
Goodbye, Nangong Lu Yu, since this life is hopeless, let's exchange the pain in this life for happiness in the next life! The coldness of the lake made Yimo Manben's scarred heart sink to the bottom, and also buried that love in that treasure chest.
The wind blew the hair of the teenager standing under the tree, and Uber's face changed from cold to regret. If you don't exist in this world and I exist for you, what am I going to do without you?
Life without you is like a puppet without soul, living a lonely and cold life. The boy leaned down along the trunk, and I regretted it. Yimo people, I forbid you to leave me! We're going to die together!
Running to the lake quickly, the feeling of lack of oxygen and pain is really uncomfortable. I grabbed Yimo's pale soft ti, pulled her into my arms, saw her pale face and kissed her lost deep red lips.
This kiss is a promise of a thousand years.
3. Write a 600-word romance novel. MSI went upstairs with a book on her back after taking a shower as usual. Then, I put my schoolbag in the corridor and couldn't help walking to the corner of the corridor and staring at the big dipper in the sky. Unfortunately, I can't find it at this time (there are too many stars! ) Most of them are modest and vague. When I was a child, I heard adults say that when a person dies, a star will appear in the sky, and that star is the soul of the person. I can't help thinking, what about me? Will it be like the stars in the sky? I also heard that if a person helped or saved many people before his death, he will become a star after his death, which will become brighter and brighter, and more people will worship and serve him. I can't help thinking about myself, the future and the stars. ...
Times have changed, and this superstition has certainly been overthrown by science, but it has given me a lot of understanding. At noon, I want to go into the canteen as usual. I looked around while waiting for my lunch box. Somehow, this place has changed, really. It is not as dull and ugly as before, but it is resplendent and magnificent, more than huts and palaces. However, it doesn't want to be famous here. Looking around, I was shocked. Today is the opposite of yesterday. Yes, I may have been fun yesterday, maybe I didn't study hard, but today, unlike yesterday, I can't have yesterday's filth and yesterday's haze. It's time for a new look. But how? Ask your heart, ask what the future will be like, ask yourself where you stand, and ask yourself if you should do this. Yes, I have to wake up.
Looking at the stars carefully, I found the figure of the moon. However, the dog ate most of it, leaving only a sickle and residual water. It looks delicate and desolate. If you don't believe me, please look at the moonlight. Is it really dim?
It's time for bed. It's obviously lonely to be alone in a bed. I am lonely without the moonlight. My eyes didn't listen to me. I had a dream. but ...
It's time to get up.
Help rewrite this article, 600 words. Thank you. On Sunday, I was idle and found that there were still some dishes in the kitchen.
I had a brainwave and thought that if I washed these dishes, wouldn't my mother have to wash them? Plus my mother's hard work every day, I can see it in my eyes and really want to give my mother some thoughts on housework. ) I said I would do it, put the basket by the pool and put the vegetables in the pool. I rolled up my sleeves, turned on the tap and began to wash the dishes as seriously as my mother.
I first rub the vegetables by hand, and then wash the leaves one by one, without even letting go of any dirty things. Washing and washing, I touched something soft and furry.
My hand shrank back like an electric shock. Ah! I don't know if I don't know, but I was shocked when I saw it. It turned out to be a big caterpillar lying on a vegetable leaf enjoying the pleasure of "bathing".
Scared me to throw that leaf far away. Looking at the discarded vegetable leaves, I thought to myself: My mother has been washing vegetables for so many years, and I don't know how many big green worms she has encountered, but my mother always picks up the big green worms and throws them away, and continues to wash vegetables.
I feel like a coward. I plucked up my courage, plucked up my courage, picked up the discarded vegetable leaves, threw away the big caterpillar and trampled it to death.
At this point, although I got goose bumps all over, I was as happy as winning the battle. I hummed a ditty and continued to wash vegetables.
Looking at the watery vegetables lying in the basket, I jumped and jumped with joy, and finally I could help my parents do something that I could. Realize the feeling of being your own master, being independent and growing up by yourself.
5. Help me write a short essay of about 600 words: The landscape paintings in mountain villages are always so pure and quiet at dusk, like the rippling eyes of a young girl, and Ming Che is ethereal. The afterglow of the sunset slanted down, outlining the charm and beauty of the mountain village. In the village, the smoke curled up like a veiled dream, waking up, leaving only a sigh and broken memories everywhere, letting them diffuse like clouds, diffuse, diffuse ... The village in the afterglow, like a newly married bride, was locked in a cage with a layer of red phoenix clothes, shyly lowered her head and raised two Xia Hong on her face. Deep in the quiet alley, an old cow, wagging its tail and drooping its head, waddled back. A group of sheep walked by with dancing steps and humming songs. How happy! An old man waited anxiously outside Chai Fei, sometimes looking at a deep path in the mountain, and sometimes pacing back and forth in front of the door. Years climbed up the dark face of the old man, and with a pair of dexterous hands, they carved traces of rings on his face, rippling away like water waves, flowing into history, forgotten and abandoned. Time climbed up the old man's shoulder and dyed his hair with those magical hands. That silver thread is shining with vicissitudes of life in the afterglow. Accompanied by the old man, only his rough and dry bamboo pole. Bamboo sticks are no longer brilliant, leaving only a curved spine. The old man only cares when the shepherd boy's flute rings.
The singer pheasant in the mountains has been unable to bear loneliness. So, she sang an aria to the sunset, and she left her memories to the past to pursue the morning light of tomorrow. Wheat seedlings are swaying in the wind, blooming with beauty and vitality. The wind is blowing, and there are very few mulberry leaves, leaving only broken branches and leaves. ...
Wandering in the natural landscape, strolling in the field path, fresh air, full sleeves, people have to shout "no wonder I yearn for a simple life and sigh the old songs, oh, go back!"
What does Tian Jia outline in the sunset? Is it leisure? Is it a setback? Or is it just a dream as far away as the sea fairy mountain? Dream? Throughout the ages, how many literati were drunk, asleep, dreaming, waking up, broken ... fantasy in the faint afterglow of the sunset! Let all this turn into bleak rain all over the sky to water that broken heart ...
There is a faint Zen in the landscape and countryside, and everything is quiet? Be quiet! quiet ...
Yan Di, the sun god, has a little daughter named Nu Wa, who is his favorite daughter. One day, Nu Wa sailed to the East China Sea. Unfortunately, there was a storm at sea, the boat was overturned by the waves like a mountain, and the girl drowned in the sea and never came back. Emperor Yan certainly misses his daughter. But they couldn't bring her back to life with his light and heat, so they had to grieve alone.
The girl was unwilling to die, and her soul became a bird called Jingwei. Jingwei, flower head, white shell, red claws, a bit like a crow, lives in dharma drum mountain in the north. She hates the ruthless sea to take away her young life, so she often flies to the western hills to catch a pebble or a twig; Spread your wings and fly to the East China Sea. She bounced back on the rough sea and threw stones or branches to fill the sea.
The sea roared and roared, revealing white teeth. He smiled viciously and said, "bird, forget it." Even if you work for a million years, you will never fill the sea. "
Jingwei answered the sea at high altitude: "Even if you work for 10 million years, 10 million years, until the end of the universe and the end of the world, I will fill you in!" "
"Why do you hate me so much?"
"Because of you-you took my young life, and many young and innocent lives will be taken away by you mercilessly in the future."
"Silly bird. Then do it-do it! " The sea smiled.
Jingwei wailed in the sky: "I want to do it! I want to do it! I want to work forever! This is a sad ocean, and one day I will fill you in the ground! "
She screamed as she flew. She left the sea and flew back to the western hills. Take stones and branches from the western hills and throw them into the sea. She flew around like this and never rested until.
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7. Write a short story of 600 words.
The boy was born in a rich family, and he never worried about food and clothing. His parents worked hard to earn hard-earned money in other places.
He likes sports since childhood, and his body is much stronger than others. Without parental control, teenagers learn to smoke, drink and fight. All the bad habits are concentrated on this junior high school student.
The teacher tried his best, but he didn't save the teenager's heart.
The teenager made friends with a group of street gangsters and followed them to bars and karaoke. Finally, one day, his buddy gave him a pack of drugs, and the teenager accepted it.
He caught it.
The sunshine lingers pitifully on the teenager's face, and his face has obviously lost weight after taking drugs. He is addicted to heroin without thinking.
Until one day, his buddy gave him a knife and told him to grab it. The teenager was scared at the moment he held the knife, but his companion threatened him to stop supplying drugs if he didn't.
The teenager regretted it for the first time. At home, he couldn't resist the temptation of drugs and found it. He staggered and pushed open the door. They smoked drugs in the fog. There is a small bag of white powder on the floor at the door. He knew it was for him.
He followed those gangsters into society. When his hand first touched someone else's blood, he didn't care about anything. He helped others fight, and others paid him drugs, which was a fair deal.
Teenagers have been taking drugs for two years.
After his parents found out, they found a lovely son in a nightclub. Teenagers have changed, parents' faces twitch and they are disheartened. They don't have this son.
If there are prodigals in the world, teenagers are prodigals. After that meeting with his parents, he seemed to vaguely see a happy family. I really want to go back in time.
He endured the torture of drugs, cut off contact with gangsters in a public phone booth and went to a place full of drug addicts.
Two years later, the sun shone on the boy's face again, enjoying the sunshine on his face.
Beautiful golden triangle, in your fertile land, how many young millet grow towards the sun, and how many fresh lives die!
8. Adapt the poem Rain Lane into prose or novel, and hesitate for 600 words in this lonely alley.
Preface to "The Dripping Rain Beats the Cold"
Who used clear eyes?
Look at my sadness quietly?
White sleeves whispering in the rain.
Skirts sing in the dense.
Like my melancholy smile
And that slightly swaying oiled paper umbrella.
Maybe her leaving took away my original intention.
Also took away my once sigh.
But what will never disappear is weakness.
Time flies like running water.
Gradually, my brow climbed into melancholy.
The window at the end of the long alley
Have a pair of worried eyes.
She frowned slightly.
Quietly imagine my memory drying.
Hesitate in this lonely alley
The intermittent rain is the prelude to cool autumn.
Who used quiet eyes?
Look at my sadness quietly?
9. Ask for a 600-word campus life novel. If darkness is pure, then the first spring thunder and lightning is a declaration of love.
Pumbaa and Su Juan met by chance at a meal. Pumbaa wrote down Su Juan, but Su Juan only remembered that Pumbaa was tall. Pumbaa inquired about Su Juan's school, and they have known each other since then. Pumbaa began to find that as long as he didn't see Su Juan for a day, he would lose sleep and look at the dark window alone at night. Every weekend, Pumbaa takes Su Juan out to play. Slowly, they fell in love. .
Like autumn leaves, blown down by the wind, scattered debris all over the floor.
Su Juan went to work in the outside world after graduation, leaving Pumbaa alone in a small town surrounded by mountains. It was midsummer, and Pumbaa couldn't find Su Juan, so he often listened to the tapes left by Su Juan in the rain. Pumbaa often can't tell whether it is rain or tears on his face. . In late autumn, Pumbaa went to the forest where Su Juan had been. Pumbaa seriously shed leaves, just like picking up pieces of his heart. . Pumbaa believes that Su Juan will come back and will definitely come back. .
Just like a bud in spring, it is ripened by bees, cold and open, and enters enthusiasm.
Spring comes quietly in the cold. Pumbaa suddenly received a letter from Su Juan. Pumbaa was very happy to be bathed in the first spring rain. Su Juan is back. In the dark night, Pumbaa wanted to send Su Juan home, but Su Juan refused and sat in the park with Pumbaa all night. That night, they snuggled together and warmed each other with their lips in the rain. . When Su Juan left by train, she said to Pumbaa, "Wait for me." . .
Just like brilliant flowers, the sun will scorch the earth, the maple leaves in autumn will be desperately red, and it will be even worse when it is cold.
Pumbaa was admitted to the university and came to another city not far from Sujuan. Pumbaa often goes to see Su Juan. That late autumn night, they were together, telling the lost time with their body temperature. . Su Juan gets up early for work every day, and Pumbaa gets up late every day, and then goes to have lunch with Su Juan, because Pumbaa doesn't know how to live without Su Juan around. .
Those are two white candles, burning themselves, giving each other a warm shadow in the cold night.
Pumbaa visited Su Juan more and more times and stayed longer and longer. Pumbaa and Su Juan enjoy their own time. When Su Juan was lying in Pumbaa's arms, Pumbaa felt that time had stopped. Su Juan closed her eyes and felt very safe. . After the holiday, they returned to their homes, told stories on the phone and felt love with their hearts. .
In the dictionary of love, is there forever? . .
It's the early summer of another year, and love turns into weather, and when it changes, it changes. Pumbaa didn't tell Su Juan, so he went to her quietly. He pushed the door in and saw Su Juan sitting with a boy. Pumbaa was very angry and rushed to hit the man, but Su Juan stopped him. Pumbaa also accidentally bumped into Su Juan. Pumbaa stopped, Su Juan gave a cry, the man ran away, and Pumbaa turned and left. .
Tears are salty, and heartbreak is real.
Pumbaa came home and burst into tears in front of his mother. Mother didn't blame Pumbaa, but said to Pumbaa, well, it's all over. . Pumbaa began to have a good class and became an obedient child. Pumbaa will still think of Su Juan every sleepless night. .
If one day, the person you love fails to live up to your love,
If one day, you lose your love, or the person you love abandons you,
If one day, you forget what you once loved,
If one day, you cross the ocean with love for him,
When that day comes, you should remember: don't be afraid of free love. People who love are always young. Don't be afraid to give the wrong love. People who love are also truly happy and selfless.
Su Juan is Pumbaa's favorite person in this life, and Pumbaa is me. .
I remember loving you for 857 days, and I also remember the sadness and pain you gave me. Facts make me understand that love is an illusory thing, and I am a puzzling person. . Because I still love you, I'm dying! I sold my soul to the devil, and I am looking forward to bad luck! I'm beginning to hate sunshine. I am in my 19 hell, waiting for my nightmare. .
Give you a beginning and an end;
Start; Childhood is a beautiful bead chain, composed of innocent stories. In this beaded chain, there is one thing I have never forgotten, which happened in xxx. . . .
The ending; Laughing campus. It gives me a kind of beauty.
10. Write a novel of about 600 words: Daming Lake, Wan Li Bibo, the lake is full.
A woman stood alone by the Daming Lake, facing the lake, slim and graceful. But her eyes did not look at the picturesque Daming Lake in front of her, but at the opposite side of the lake. That beautiful and sad chrysanthemum terrace.
This woman has waist-length hair, dressed in Tsing Yi, swaying like a fairy. She wears a lotus hairpin on her head, a curved eyebrow and a bright moon, water-cut eyes, a jasper-like nose and a little red lips. She is small and lovely.
She, Xia, is staring at the opposite lover at the moment, and that is her beloved Jay Chou. Holding a bright gold long knife in his hand, he cuts gold and jade, cuts iron like mud, and wears bright gold armor. At this moment, his knife-shaped eyebrows are angry, and his eyes are fixed on the opposite summer.
He came to Juhuatai to look for Xia, who was on the other side. But the distance visible to the naked eye is as far as the ends of the earth between them ...
If there is an afterlife, I will never let her leave me again! Jay Chou silently chanting in my heart.
Xia looked at him with tears in her eyes. She knew she was coming for him. When I left him stubbornly, I had deeply hurt his heart, but … everything was not as simple as I thought.
She thought he would never appear in front of her again, but he put on his armor and clenched his long knife, and the hero became a beautiful woman in a rage.
Once, they loved each other deeply, but now. ...
Maybe Jay Chou knows that they can't be together, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes ... but even if it's fate, they will break the ice by themselves! For summer! Being enemies with the sky is nothing! !
Love is too deep to live and change in this life. ...
As the god of war in the three realms, he ignored all his divine rights, just to come to earth, just for her!
But after all, she is only a mortal, and will eventually get old and die. ...
Xia knows, how can she let him endure loneliness alone? Gently, she shook her head at Jay Chou.
"no! ! ! ! "Jay Chou knelt on the ground and screamed at the sky. ...
A moment that should last forever, just ...
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I am an online author. I have two years of writing experience in female frequency and three years of writing experience in male frequency. Pen name: Ye Xiaoye, now living in Chuangshi Chinese website, works "Bounty Black Boy".
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